[Drarry] If I Sink To The West

If I Sink To The West - Chapter 3 : The Ravenclaw Savior

[Drarry] If I Sink to the West (3)

(I did this story's translation it is because I love it :>)

- Ravenclaw Harry!

Notes from the author
(I do not own this story, I only did the translation-)

OOC, OOC, OOC, it's so OOC that if someone told me it was my own OC, I’d believe it.

This is a story about a slightly paranoid and obsessive Draco × a Harry, who after being the Headmaster for 150 years, is reborn and is very skilled at charming anf flirting to a certain dragon (we all know who hhh)

Harry, after being the Headmaster for such a long time, and reborn with magic power, his a super powerful wizard. Please don’t continue this story if you dislike this.

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“Gringotts was robbed,” Jones said, chewing on bread as he handed Harry the Daily Prophet. “Michael gave me this paper; this edition is the most interesting.”

“I know, the intruder didn’t actually steal anything. The vault had already been emptied by Snape,” Harry said, sipping his pumpkin juice. Draco, who was sitting behind him, turned his head at the sound of his voice. “Headmaster? How do you know Snape took what was in the vault?”

(Note: In the original book, the house table order is Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. The movies changed it to Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. Here, for the sake of the storyline, I’ve followed the original book's setting.)

“I saw it with my own eyes,” Harry wiped his mouth. “I was with Snape when we went to Diagon Alley to get supplies for the new students. When we went to the vault to get money, we went to Vault 713 together.”

“What’s in Vault 713?” Pansy asked curiously. “Is it full of money?”

“There’s only a wrapped package,” Harry said, glancing over at Michael, who was eavesdropping from across the table.

“You must know what’s in it,” Michael shouted. “Harry always knows everything.”

“I not only know who the intruder is, but I also know what’s in the package, where it's hidden, who’s guarding it, and who’s trying to steal it,” Harry said, raising his wand, inlaid with gold filigree, and with a flick, turned Michael’s paper into a sapphire butterfly.

As he spoke, Harry wore a casual smile, his voice radiating the confidence and elegance that came from overwhelming power. He lightly touched the butterfly with his fingertip, and the girls around him instinctively covered their mouths to stifle their screams.

When Harry was younger, Draco adored this attitude of his. The entire wizarding world was cheering for young Harry Potter, who had successfully defeated Voldemort, offering all their love for him to choose from. Every time Harry smiled like this in front of the camera, the roar from the crowd was almost enough to knock him over.

He turned his head sideways and made eye contact with Draco, whose eyes were practically glued to him. The blonde troublemaker hastily turned his head away, colliding with Goyle, who had leaned over to grab some food.

Harry, satisfied, turned his gaze away.

During the Charms lesson, Harry was unable to stop the conflict between Ron and Hermione, which meant he would have to face the troll again—defeating it wasn’t difficult. This time, Harry would definitely not shove his wand up the troll’s nose. However, just the thought of facing the troll’s foul stench made Harry feel uneasy.