Chapter 511: To the Moon

At the first meeting, the Prime Minister even felt that as long as Harry was willing to sit on a rocket, he could easily eat a sandwich and drink some sparkling wine on the moon—this was soon proven to be wishful thinking.

At the third meeting, the Prime Minister still didn't give up wanting to step into space with the power of one country. Even though Muggle experts had explained to him that Britain didn't have rocket technology and launch sites at all, he was still diligently asking the Ministry of Magic to come up with a plan.

By the seventh meeting, the moon landing plan had made its first breakthrough—the Prime Minister finally realized that the Ariane rocket of the European Space Agency could not enter the Earth-Moon transfer orbit at all. He prepared to develop a new super-heavy rocket and named it Hercules.

By the twelfth meeting, facing endless engineering problems, an endless budget table, the increasingly impatient eyes of Ministry of Magic officials, and Harry's earnest persuasion, the Prime Minister finally put down his unrealistic fantasy and admitted: The British Empire at the current stage does not have the ability to follow the moon landing plan.

After a month of endless meetings and brainstorming, Harry could finally return to his warm Hogwarts... Just as he was about to call the Fat Lady portrait, a hand grabbed him.

"Harry, I'm sorry to bother you, but I can't help but ask, can that work?" Draco looked at him with sincere, even pleading eyes, "Can we go to the moon?"

"You too?" Harry threw off his hand very impatiently, "I spent a month making the Prime Minister understand this. Do you need me to explain it to you again? We can't follow this moon landing plan. This is unrealistic, at least a twenty-year technological gap—this is still counting on the European Space Agency!"

"Sorry." Draco took back his hand, his emotions were very strange, "But I don't know, I don't know why, I want to go to the moon, I seem to have some reason that I must go."

Harry instinctively felt a trace of something wrong. He calmed down and looked at Draco again. This little young master didn't know what was going on, but he actually looked a bit haggard, and there was even a touch of sadness that couldn't be dissolved between his brows.

"What have you done recently?" Harry calmed down and asked, "I don't think this is the original you."

"I don't know, what I have done recently... I think it should have nothing to do with the moon, but, but I don't know why, I am just..." Draco rubbed his head somewhat painfully, "Pan Xi has amnesia, I spent some effort to ask a healer to treat her, but the healer looked at me with the wrong eyes. I now suspect that I might also have amnesia."

Harry frowned. Pan Xi's amnesia should be a planned thing. She wanted to take this opportunity to force Draco to walk through the emotional path of the two again in the way of recalling. This should have been a warm move. However, Draco seemed to choose to call a doctor directly—this is not wrong. Most people think of calling a doctor first when facing this problem, and since Gilderoy Lockhart was arrested, the memory recovery spells and therapies in St. Mungo's Hospital had reached an unprecedented level, which could be said to be world-class.

"Ho, you, what are you doing here?" Luo En and Eve returned to the dormitory door. He immediately began to mock Draco, "Want to learn from each other again?"

"Luo En, yes." Draco seemed to remember something, "Did I use soul magic last time?"

"Yes, Mr. Chui Ha." Luo En satirized, "But still not as good as my fire-breathing straight sword."

"That's right... that's right... I must have thrown it away carelessly... Why on earth do I want to go to the moon?" Draco turned over, leaned on the railing, and began to mutter to himself.

"What are you talking about, what is Chui Ha?" Eve asked.

"This is used to describe the ugly appearance of trying one's best to win a cut-and-thrust." Luo En shrugged, "You see, every time soul magic is used, it will throw away a piece of one's own memory, and Mr. Malfoy, in order to win an ordinary cut-and-thrust, does not hesitate to use this move. I really don't know how to describe it—"

"Why did he suddenly look for you to learn from each other?" Harry asked suddenly, "Draco should know that he is not your opponent."

"How do I know this?" Luo En shrugged, "Don't worry about him, let's go in."

Harry waved his hand and let them go first. He felt he had an obligation to care about Draco, because he vaguely felt that this oolong was probably related to Zhang Qiu.

"Are you okay, Draco?"

"Maybe it's okay, but, I know I wanted to try if soul magic is easy to use when I learned from Luo En, but I didn't expect that I would lose a piece of memory that might be very important." Draco shook his head hard, "According to my character, I should only lose some memories of playing and playing when I was a child..."

"And you have never cared about the moon when you were a child, right?" Harry stared at him, "How can children in the Wizarding World have special memories of the moon?"

"Yes, it's strange. It seems that I heard you and the Prime Minister discussing the moon landing, and then this idea suddenly popped up—but it has been hovering in my mind for this period of time..."

A hurried footstep came. Harry looked over subconsciously, and he saw Astoria coming toward this side. She bit her lip tightly, holding a broken rabbit doll in her hand. Harry's intuition told him that this matter was very abnormal.

Draco looked at her with complex emotions, saying nothing.

After a short silence, Astoria suddenly opened her mouth to break the silence, but she was speaking to Harry.

"Please allow me to be curious, Mr. Potter, is what the newspaper said true? Do we really have a way to go to the moon?"

"You want to go too?" Harry said with a wry smile, "I'll explain it to you. A rocket sufficient for moon landing must have an upper stage that can run for a long time and with high thrust, used to escape Earth's gravity. And this upper stage and the fuel it carries need more advanced main engines and boosters to send it out of the atmosphere first..."

"No no, I'm not going." Draco covered his head with both hands, but his eyes were fixed on the rabbit doll, "I just want to figure out why I have this idea, because as you said, before this period of time, we didn't even know that the moon was actually a big ball that could be landed on."

Harry's gaze followed Draco and also fell on the rabbit doll. He said thoughtfully: "Actually, rabbits and the moon are often connected, because ancient Heavenly Dynasty people felt that the shadows on the moon looked like a rabbit... It's really strange, Miss Greengrass, why do you carry this doll."

"I think, I—" Astoria's hand pinched tightly unconsciously, "I don't know how to say it."

"She lost her parents very young. Since Daphne went to school, only this rabbit has accompanied the young Astoria." Draco explained very kindly, "She is a girl who often feels lonely, so every time she wants to muster the courage to do something, she must have a rabbit by her side."

Harry noticed that Astoria's eyes lit up, but he realized more keenly that this didn't look like the eyes of a little girl's admiration.

Just when Astoria wanted to speak again, Pan Xi arrived in time. She stared at Astoria with very vigilant eyes, and then held Draco's hand demonstratively.

"Sorry, Harry, you should be very tired. I shouldn't have let him bother you at this time." Pan Xi said while pulling his hand and wanting to go out, "It's mostly because the soul magic technology is not mature, which made him dizzy recently, even Lu Na said..."

"Moon God?" Draco suddenly repeated Lu Na's name, but obviously his thoughts must have turned to the moon—Harry felt that Pan Xi shouldn't have mentioned Lu Na.

Pan Xi pinched Draco angrily, then used one hand to force his gaze away from the rabbit doll, and pulled him hard to go downstairs.

"Don't be in a hurry, you two are easy to fall on the stairs." Harry said suddenly, "And, I feel that things are a bit wrong. I dare say that someone must have secretly cast a spell on Draco, or used some magical item."

Pan Xi raised her head suddenly, then stared at Astoria tightly, while the latter just hugged her rabbit doll timidly.

"Pan Xi." Harry said calmly, "I think I still prefer to stand on your side. We have to find time to see Zhang Qiu together, and maybe even bring Draco."

But what surprised Harry was that after hearing this, the one who showed panic in his eyes was not Astoria, but Draco and Pan Xi.

If it were the second year, Harry would of course have fun figuring out who was lying and who had prepared what conspiracy. But at this moment, he no longer had the interest to play detective games, so he chose to find Zhang Qiu to understand more information as soon as possible.

"So, the second trick you prepared for Pan Xi is to recall a false memory that doesn't exist?" In the backstage of the Light Photo Studio, Harry easily found Zhang Qiu who was rubbing afternoon tea here, and learned the cause of the story and Pan Xi's plan from her mouth.

"That's right, I fabricated such a memory for her." Zhang Qiu introduced her plan very happily, "She ran away from home once, walked into Draco's secret base by mistake, and then they spent a beautiful time together and made a promise like a child, 'We will get married when we grow up'—and then, the Parkinson couple who thought Pan Xi was cheated by a wild boy, and Lucius who thought Draco met a farm girl, respectively cast memory charms on their children."

Harry showed an inexplicable look.

"Well..." Zhang Qiu scratched her head, "What I want to express is, uh, predestined people will meet eventually, and love will find a way. Although it is a fabricated script, but... well, I admit, for children from this kind of noble family, this extra memory doesn't seem to have any effect."

"Yes, because the story Qiu saw is not complete." Cassandra, who was serving them coffee, said, "And if you apply that story to them, it won't work." ===== CHAPTER 512 =====