Chapter 5
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Doing research with Tom was very difficult, because the teenager did not like to hear other opinions, if he had a theory no one could contradict him. That bothered him too much because he felt completely useless. Why had Tom asked him for help if he wouldn't let him talk in the end? Is it that the teenager is so vain that he only seeks to have a spectator? Ugh! If he didn't like Tom before, now he was despising him.
"I have been researching about the philosopher's stone that is capable of producing the elixir of life. I understand that it can give you immortality, according to my reliable sources" whispered Tom writing in a notebook everything he was thinking "Although we should steal it from Nicolás Flamel, but it would be better to be able to create one"
Draco was just sighing tired of hearing everything Tom said, a few days ago he had tried to deny the theory formed by Tom, however, he received a shout from the dictator who told him "Shut up! I need to write this before I forget it."
He wasn't going to be any quieter, he was tired of not being heard "How do you plan to create the philosopher's stone? Nicolás Flamel has never published his research on that damn stone" he spoke looking at his nails, they were perfect as always. Having Tom's gaze on his person, he decided to continue talking "And stealing it would be impossible right now, I understand that it's being guarded by the Ministry because it can only be used by Flamel" gave Tom an evaluative look "And I don't think you will be able to beat them" he sneered.
He received a look of resentment and anger "So, you made me waste a week of my time on this stupidity, did you have fun?" he hissed angrily.
What?! Now, was it Draco's fault that he didn't want to hear it? "This isn't my fucking fault Tom, since you started talking about this fucking stone I wanted to warn you, but you ignored me and sent me to shut up," he growled angrily, how dare he blame him for his ineptitude.
Tom grabbed the notebook and burned it to the ashes "A fucking week lost" took a new book and opened it to start reading.
"Don't tell me you're reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" he said dumbfounded upon reading the title of the book "Your New Theory Is the Deathly Hallows? Is it serious? Am I doing research with a child? Those are pure stories, there existent aren't the deathly hallows, they're tales that mothers tell their children so that they go to sleep and don't disturb "
Yes, maybe he didn't have to anger a teenager who seemed to have anger control problems because he started destroying everything around him with a spell in which he cast fireballs. Funny thing, none of the spells brushed him. That was very strange on Tom's part, who seemed ready to assassinate him.
After fifteen minutes at last Tom calmed down and sat down on the floor, for there was no more furniture in the place, except the table on which his mirror was tilted. He was surprised that no teacher had heard all the chaos that formed in the place.
"And... Do you have another way to achieve immortality?" said Draco.
Tom approached him "I had thought about unicorn blood" that answer made him frown, that was stupid "Yes, I also think it's stupid, drinking it would mean that I would be cursed for my whole life, plus it would be counterproductive when the unicorns are over"
"At least we agree that the use of unicorn blood would only partially extend your life, plus you would harm yourself in using it"
Tom leaned back on the table where he was "The phoenixes are immortals" whispered with a serious and angry face.
Did that man have no other feeling besides anger? "Unless you want to spend several weeks in a vulnerable state and then combust, I guess it would be a good alternative" There were more negative points the use of the phoenix than positive. What's the use of being so vulnerable and suffering the pain of being burned alive? One should be a masochist, besides, where would they get a phoenix for a deep investigation? There were many factors that would make the investigation impossible, besides that the teachers would discover a creature in the school with ease.
It was a bad plan to use the phoenix. Completely bad.
"Since you like to be refuting all my ideas, what have you thought?"
Oops! The question he didn't want to hear. He thought that immortality was totally impossible to achieve, unless you're biologically born with it, like the phoenix. As Herpo the Foul once said, 'Immortality is the perpetuation of error' These words were spoken with anger at not being able to achieve his greatest desire, to seek immortality. Some historians confirm that he said it as an excuse for failing to fulfill his greatest investigation.
It was a failure to create the... That was! How did he not see it before? They just had to take the basis of Herpo's research and observe where he had failed so that they could correct it. I'm a genius!
He looked at Tom who was beginning to have a smug look "We need the book of the Secrets of the darkest arts" that caught Tom's attention "There is written the basis of an investigation that didn't work, we can mention it"
"Research?" curiosity was embedded in Tom's gaze, at last a new feeling in that teenager.
He nodded "If this magic item is created correctly, immortality could be achieved without the need to rely on the elixir of life or unicorn blood" Draco was excited, they could give the magic world immortality. Although for now everything was theoretical.
"What magic item is it?
"Have you ever heard about the Horcrux"
1994
"Again," Draco yelled at one end of the flying field they were currently using to practice some spells. He was surprised that he could hear it when the blond was far away.
They decided that they would be practicing attack spells that day, so the Diffindo and Confringo enchantments were on the list.
Draco had taken seriously the training he was going to need, every day they practiced at least three hours straight incantations of attack and defense. He was relieved to have a friend teach him how to defend himself, but Draco was a perfectionist. The cut had to be perfect and smooth, and the explosive curse had to be as big as possible.
"Diffindo!" he growled as he realized the cut was jagged again, how could that little blond see that little curvature from where he was? I was going to kill him from how demanding Draco was.
He heard some murmurs behind him and realized that Hermione had finally arrived, which meant that today's training was over. He collapsed tiredly on the grass.
He was sweating from training, he was glad Draco couldn't smell the scents because he was really smelling bad from the sweat that ran all over his body. The first test was only two weeks away and although he was training to get out alive, a part of him still feared dying. If he died, who would Draco stay with? Could Hermione take care of him 24/7 like he did? Would the director take the mirror and put it back in that horrible piece of furniture?
I couldn't allow it, I knew that the cute blond didn't like being locked up, he was afraid of not being able to be around people, he felt lonely. He didn't want his friend to feel like that again, he couldn't allow it.
Maybe he should beg Hermione that If he didn't survive the tests, you should send the mirror to Sirius, she should send Draco, he was sure that he and Remus could happily take care of Draco. Because the three of them were friends several years ago.
He got up when he heard Hermione's footsteps approaching him. He took the mirror in his left hand, while with his right he grabbed a bottle of water that he began to drink quickly "How was it?" he said to Draco.
"Alright Harry, you surprise me," he said admiringly, and his words made his cheeks feel slightly hot. "Tomorrow we will be practicing the summoning spell, maybe it can be important" Draco began to murmur and murmur about what the spell does, its importance, and its history. Those days he has had Draco he had realized that the blond loved to talk a lot and to be listened to carefully, he had no problem listening to him, he loved listening to him. His voice was melodious and rhythmic, reassuring.
He liked Draco too much and knew that there was no return from those feelings. He was naïve to believe that he could ignore that affection that was growing day by day, and he knew that it would easily transform into love.
"I'm giving you my help and you don't deign to listen to me about the spell I plan to teach you tomorrow, you're an ungrateful Pottah" he said mockingly the nickname, he knew that now Draco was doing his dramas and they always amused him.
"I'm listening to you, oh, great master Draco. I wouldn't be able to waste his time" he sneered with a smile, making Draco laugh.
"You're a fool Harry," the blond said fondly.
He was furious and embarrassed at the same time, he couldn't believe that Rita Skeeter dared to write all that stupid stuff about him. Being in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione walked over with Draco in her hands. Fortunately, the three of them were alone.
"I can't believe that old witch wrote that about you Harry," Draco grunted as he had read the news that morning with Hermione.
"Pure nonsense he wrote about you Harry, we don't believe any of it," Hermione consoled.
I have met the famous Harry Potter and I must say that I have been disappointed. Mr. Potter has been uncooperative with the press, I might even risk saying he was mean to me, ignoring my questions and avoiding me at all times. As they say, those who think they're famous become conceited and humiliate us humble.
"All I did was ignore his personal questions, that had nothing to do with the tournament. Now she becomes the martyr and writes to me as if I were a monster" I growled after re-reading that journalistic note "Also, she interviewed some students who told lies about me"
As we couldn't get information from Harry Potter himself, we decided to undertake our search on his companions and were informed that Harry is in love at this time. Colin Creevey, his close friend, confirms that his friend only wanted to be in the company of Hermione Granger, a young woman of surprising beauty and daughter of Muggles. Even men with cold hearts get love, how surprising.
"He says I like Hermione! Can you believe it? You're like my sister" the last thing was directed to Hermione "Do you believe me Draco?" he didn't want his crush to believe he was in love with his friend.
"I thought they liked each other," the blond said, causing him to panic.
"What! We're not in love, we're just friends from the first year, like brothers, like..." he fell silent upon hearing Draco's laughter.
Unable to stop laughing Draco told him "It was a joke" sometimes he forgot that Draco liked to make fun of him "I know they only love each other as friends" the pretty blonde wiped the tears of laughing so much to get serious "Although you should ignore everything Skeeter says, that bitch just wants to bother you, We know what she wrote is a lie."
"The lie will be discovered by itself, Harry. You don't have to worry" Hermione put a hand on his shoulder giving him calm "What is vitally important is that you keep practicing the spells, the first test is getting closer every day and you must be fully prepared."
Ugh! Couldn't his life be like any other teenager's?