[HP] End of Death

They were all stunned by the shock, and finally stood up straight.Draco still had his arms around him, and he raised his hand to brush the hair covering one eye, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.

The quick kiss woke Harry up, and he pushed him away, looking at him hostilely: "Get out of the way, Draco."

"Harry—" He tried to touch his messy hair, but Harry moved away, leaving his hand empty.

"Don't touch me." He said coldly.

Draco felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and his whole body was chilly.The boy in front of him shook his hands away, ran through his hair - messing it up even more, and stared at him cautiously.

"I'll make it clear to you right now. It's useless for you to do anything, Draco, and I won't forgive you." Harry said cleanly. He was not surprised to see the stiff expression on the other side's face, and continued cruelly. Go on, "Stop bothering me—especially in the way I hate the most, like how you acted this morning. It's pointless."

"It wasn't me who deducted points from you this morning, Harry," Draco said immediately.

"You watched all this and laughed at my friend—"

"I'm just a nickname—"

"Shut up, don't make excuses!" interrupted Harry, who took a step closer and growled angrily, "I don't understand, Draco, what's on your mind - what's on your mind to approach me? Have you forgotten what you did before, do you need me to remind you?"

Draco opened his mouth in a daze, but he couldn't say anything, and Harry was already paying the bill one by one: "You framed me for stealing the Triwizard Cup, damaged my reputation; punished me for cleaning the Quidditch pitch in the rain , caused me to be hospitalized with a high fever; made up songs to mock Ron; beat me twice, once broke the corner of my eye and once broke a rib, not to mention all kinds of verbal injuries, that's too many to count, I don't think we can hug and make out now ...actually, peaceful coexistence is the biggest concession I can make."

Draco bit his lower lip, his body tensed like the strings of a violin.Every word Harry said was like a needle piercing his heart, and the pain continued, although it didn't end in death, it couldn't stop.He really forgot for a moment that he had done so much to him, those pains surrounded him like a flock of black birds, and they stabbed their sharp beaks into his flesh one by one, like Like piercing that person's heart.

There was still a storm of light and fire circling around, but Draco felt that the group of black birds that only he and he could see had wrapped him tightly.Their wings were dark and screamed wildly, and their dark eyeballs shone with vicious and disdainful silver light.His chest felt heavy and uncomfortable, as if a piece of highly poisonous metal had been stuffed into it, but his body was bleeding continuously. Cold, black blood gushed from the blood hole after the sharp beak was pulled out. Get out, pull all the energy out of the inside.

"None of the promises you made to me have been fulfilled, I just hope you can agree to my last request." Harry looked at him seriously, and said slowly, "Don't make this worse .I beg you."

There was golden fire floating on the emerald green sea, and when he saw it clearly, he realized that it was his own face, pale and full of sadness.

Draco stared blankly at Harry's back as he resolutely walked away. He stretched out his hand as if trying to grab something, but finally dropped it.

There was a conversation between Umbridge and Filch nearby. It seemed that the new headmaster cast a stun spell on a rocket, causing it to explode suddenly in the air.

"Don't use the Stunning Charm on them, Filch!" she cried angrily, as if Filch had said the spell just now.

"You're right, Headmaster!" gasped Filch, rushing to a nearby cupboard, pulling out a broom from which he began to slap the fireworks in mid-air, but within seconds the broom head caught fire, and he Had to swear and drop it.

Seeing this funny scene, the corners of Draco's stiff mouth rose slightly, he laughed slowly, squatted down covering his stomach, and laughed until tears came out.He buried his face in his knees, stretched his right hand over and took off the prefect badge on his left arm, raised his head and stared at the small "I" on it for a long time.

He put it on his lips and said softly:

"Sorry, Harry. Fifty points from Gryffindor."

After he finished speaking, he threw it out vigorously, and the silver badge hit the wall with a loud and crisp sound, which was mixed with the explosion of rockets and fireworks, and no one knew it.

The episode that happened at noon made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, it was weird.He didn't tell anyone about it, and no one noticed his strangeness.In fact, the big things that happened at school were enough to worry them.

Throughout the afternoon, those firecrackers and fireworks have been burning, rampaging on the campus, and spreading to various places, making a lot of noise.As much chaos as Fred and George's stuff caused, the teachers didn't seem to care one bit.

"My God, my God," said Professor McGonagall sarcastically, as a fire dragon was flying around her classroom, making a loud explosion, and many of her classmates were cowering in fear, "Miss Brown, would you please Go and tell the principal that there is a firework that slipped through the net in our classroom?"

It turned out that Umbridge spent his first afternoon as Headmaster running around the school, as if none of the teachers could handle the fireworks without her.

Back at recess in the evening, Fred and George were heroes, with a mob of schoolmates surrounding them demanding orders, and even Hermione running over to congratulate them.

"These fireworks are amazing," she praised with admiration.

"Thanks," said George, looking both surprised and pleased. "It's a Weasley whoosh-boom. It's just that we used up our stock and now we have to start all over again."

An hour later, when Harry and Ron returned to their dormitory, they could still hear the loud bang of the escaping firecrackers in the distance.After he took off his clothes, a fireworks stick floated through the window, spelling the word "Bah" indomitably over the tower.

He yawned and went to bed and took off his glasses.Those sparkling fireworks became distant and indistinct, and the sound faded away.Harry thought back to what happened at noon today. In the chaos of firecrackers and fireworks, he rejected Draco vehemently... It was very inconvenient, yes, it was a fairly cheerful afternoon, he was thinking wildly , It's not that he couldn't see Draco's intention of reconciliation, but he was conflicted in his heart, or rather, he didn't want to accept it.

It's good for both of them, Harry closed his eyes, yes... for both of them.

He fell into the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries, and was walking quickly towards the plain black door... He pushed it open, and inside was a circular room surrounded by many doors... He Across the room, put your hand on a familiar door, it opens, swings inward...

Now he entered a long rectangular room, his ears filled with the strange ticking sound of a mechanical device.Spots of light danced on the four walls... He didn't stop, he walked on... There was a door at the end of the room, he touched it, and it opened...

Now he was in a large, dimly lit, cathedral-like room with nothing but rows of tall shelves, each filled with tiny dusty glass spheres in which Swirling silver mist...

His heart was beating violently, and here was something he wanted very much, or someone else wanted too...

He ran...his scar ached...

Bang!

Harry woke up instantly, confused and annoyed, while the rest of the dormitory was awake too, laughing around the bed.

"Cool! That's cool! I think there's a Catherine Wheel sparkler colliding with a rocket and they seem to merge! Look!" Seamus yelled.Ron and Dean immediately looked over excitedly. Harry rubbed his sore forehead, feeling a sense of empty disappointment in his heart.

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Today is 19 years later, let's make up a hundred chapters _(:з」∠)_