That evening, after Harry compared the common Alchemy herbs used by modern Wizards, he finally sorted out a method for preparing the Golden Apple branch.
He returned to his dormitory overjoyed, intending to rest, but when he opened the door, he saw Draco sitting alone on his bed.
The candles in the common room were lit, and the flickering yellow candlelight only illuminated the thin, dark shadow by the bed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Hmm..." Draco grunted, a response of sorts.
It wasn't until Harry had been in the room for a moment that he said, "Um, do you mind if I ask about your father?"
If one were to ask who was the most famous among those who fought against Lord Voldemort, besides Harry Potter and Dumbledore, it would probably be the Potters.
He could only think of this, and on the other hand... it was hard to bring up, especially since he had just had a mysterious conflict with Neville over a similar matter.
Harry's hand paused, then he nodded: "I don't mind, it's just that I don't know too much myself, you know, I want to find more people to understand."
"I don't understand at all." Draco gave an awkward smile. "I want to ask, what do you think Death Eaters mean in their eyes?"
"Trash."
?
"Oh, sorry. I misspoke—that's in my eyes." Harry waved his hand apologetically.
"It should be said that in their eyes, perhaps they are Lord Voldemort's lackeys? They are guys who create chaos and arbitrarily deprive others of their names for their own gain."
"Is there anything wrong with pursuing profit?" Draco said.
"No, there's nothing wrong," Harry nodded. "But at least, there should be some bottom line, shouldn't there?
When someone abandons their bottom line for profit, in my opinion, it's essentially removing themselves from the human race."
With that, Harry waved his hand.
"Perhaps in their minds, removing themselves from the human race means becoming high and mighty gods or something. But in fact, most of them are just inhumane beasts."
"What the hell..." Draco helplessly massaged his forehead. "Keep it simple."
"Trash." Harry waved his hand.
"What about Professor Snape..."
"That's also trash," Harry said bluntly.
"Unless he really has another hidden agenda... Hmm, I'm willing to believe that, after all, Principal Dumbledore trusts him so much, and Professor Jones hasn't said anything bad about him."
The latter was the biggest reason Harry believed Snape.
Draco shook his head: "Forget it, I don't understand any of that stuff you're talking about... Let's go eat."
Harry shrugged and walked out indifferently.
The hallway was bustling, and as he watched people walk by from the other side, the quiet Draco suddenly said, "Alright, I admit... I really am quite ignorant."
These were Harry's words during the first Duelling Club meeting this semester.
"Why are you suddenly saying that?" Harry said.
"It's just... I suddenly realized that everything I've absorbed until now has been too one-sided."
There was another sentence he didn't say.
If he hadn't been playing with Harry Potter, he might never have interacted with those Gryffindor people until now.
He wouldn't have known Neville, the Auror's child, nor Granger, who came from a Muggle family and had the best grades in the entire year.
He also wouldn't have known Hagrid, who could punch him to death and wrestle with a Dragon—
He would have just continued to drift along in Slytherin.
"That's true." Harry nodded. "Have you ever been to a Muggle place? Even if it's just to a supermarket or something."
"What's a supermarket?"
"It's... a place that sells things. You can think of it as one person opening a shop. But the scale of that shop is the entire Diagon Alley."
"Never been... There's a Muggle village far from my house, but my father never took me there once. When I was little, I was either at other people's estates or my own estate," Draco said.
"I looked through the family tree, and actually, my family's estate used to have Muggles living there... then my grandfather's grandfather used magic to kill a few people... and occupied a large piece of land..."
The two walked into the Great Hall, and Harry suggested, "If you get the chance, go out and have some fun."
Hearing this suggestion, Draco was a bit moved, then shook his head helplessly: "My father wouldn't allow it. He might even think I've been brainwashed."
"Uh... possibly." Harry nodded awkwardly.
"Maybe I'll have to wait until I'm Hedlund's age to have a chance to see the outside world."
"Malfoy, I heard you mention me..." Suddenly, Hedlund's voice came from behind the two of them.
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