[HP] End of Death

Harry noticed a bruise on the other's forehead, which seemed to have been hit when he fell just now.He reached out to touch his forehead, and the other party took his hand and put it down.

"Why do you want to do this?" Harry asked anyway, he already thought it was completely unnecessary, "Aren't you afraid?"

Draco looked at him quietly, eyes soft as if gazing at the most precious treasure.He said softly, "Of course I'm afraid, Harry. But I've figured it out..."

Before he finished speaking, a man suddenly broke into the door. He seemed to have been under a confusion spell, and he slammed into the wall in a daze. He bumped into the glass bottles containing human brains and smashed them to pieces. up.

Water gushed out from the broken gap, instantly soaked his clothes, and formed a puddle on the ground.But those white human brains slid around his neck, arms and back, tightening them tighter and tighter. Harry saw his eyes bulging, and the veins on his neck popping out, looking very painful.

"Avery?" Harry exclaimed, gripping his wand tightly, eyeing him warily.And the man's eyes didn't look here at all, although they had already taken off the invisibility cloak - it slipped off during the process of making out, and it was piled on the ground at this time.

Avery tugged at the tangled brains, but they were too smooth for him to use anyway.Finally he seemed to give up, and staggered sideways towards them, picking up his dropped wand from the ground, a strange smile on his face.

When he saw them, he laughed even harder, and the corners of his mouth were pulled apart like a zipper: "Oh, it's you...it's you! Look...how interesting these things are!"

He pointed to the white tentacles that were crawling towards his face. The group of human brains was completely attached to the back of his head, like an ugly squid parasitic on his back.Draco frowned in disgust, and he took Harry's hand: "Let's go, he looks wrong."

As if feeling their neglect of him, Avery suddenly became agitated. He yelled loudly and waved his wand: "Don't go! Come and see! Look... how amazing it is!"

Harry and Draco looked at each other, he put away the invisibility cloak and whispered, "Let's go."

They ignored him, turned and walked towards the door, but just as Harry took a step, there was a whizzing sound of the air being pierced behind him, and a red light shot towards them, Draco moved quickly Pull him away.

They turned around, and Avery, who was wrapped in white tentacles, pointed his wand firmly at them, with an abnormal blush on his face, and his eyes were a little crazy.

"You... look down on me... How dare you look down on me..." He growled, arching his back like a wild beast, with a gurgling sound in his throat, "Look down on me! You can't look down on me...go to death... Go to hell! Avada—"

Draco saw clearly where his wand was pointing, his eyes widened, and he raised his wand reflexively: "Disarm!"

However, the spell didn't have the desired effect, it just made Avery's wand tilted, and the strong green light illuminated the whole room like a flame, forcing them to be blinded.Harry subconsciously dodged to the right, and the scorching light swept past him, shattering the prophecy ball in his hand.

The glass cracked everywhere, and a vague figure rose in the darkness. He opened his mouth and seemed to be saying something, but no one could hear him clearly.

Draco rubbed his eyes, he suddenly noticed the figure swaying in the extinguished light, the raised wand in the vague shadow.He pushed Harry aside forcefully, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment his expression froze on his face, and the green fire of despair engulfed his face.His body hung down weakly, leaning against Harry, who staggered a step and supported him subconsciously. He sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't say what it was.

He felt that the person in his arms was limp and limp, and seemed unable to stand still, so he helped him to sit down by the wall and patted his face.

"Draco...?" He called his name, and kissed his brow lightly. The boy's skin was still warm, and it seemed that there was still blood flowing underneath.His beautiful gray-blue eyes were still open, like two brilliant sapphires, and Harry bent down to kiss his eyes again.He finally understood what was wrong.

In normal times, Draco would have smiled and kissed back, instead of lying quietly like now, not moving and not speaking.

He put his hands on his chest, expecting to feel a vibrant, powerful throbbing, but he failed.He felt nothing.

Only then did he realize that the intense fear hidden in his heart was real.He died, and his body was gradually becoming cold.He died, never smiled at him again, never hugged him, kissed him, or called his name.he died.

Harry suddenly felt anger, it was like a fire burning in his body, consuming all his sanity.He wanted to shake him hard enough to wake him up from the dream, he wanted to ask him if you forgot what you said to me, we agreed to escape together instead of leaving me alone!

"Why...why? Why am I left behind again..." He buried his head in his chest, the broad chest that he had leaned on countless times, but now it was dying, "I hate you, Draco ...None of the promises you made to me came true. You liar."

Harry looked up at his face, the corners of Draco's mouth seemed to be slightly raised, but it didn't seem to be.If he was laughing, what was he laughing at?Does he really want to die so much, does he want to leave himself?Harry knew it wasn't so, but he just couldn't see his smile at the moment, as if all he had suffered was just for this moment's ascension and march, as if he had been liberated and cast him in hell.

"At that time, what did you want to say?... What did you understand?" He asked in a low voice, although the other party would never answer him.He hugged his body up and closed his eyes.

His heart sinks completely, sinks, sinks into the mire, sinks into the deep sea, sinks into the extinguished and desolate universe, he hears the water overflowing the earth, hears the wind blowing the curtain, hears the lingering, thin words... It seems that someone spoke from behind the veil, neither serious nor serious, just falling on the heart.

He listened carefully, trying to figure out what they were saying, but his meditation was quickly interrupted when someone broke in and shouted excitedly after seeing him: "Finally found you, Bo Special! Hand over the prophecy ball!"

Harry ignored her.In his heart, there was only the irritability and annoyance that the silence was broken.

Bellatrix glanced at Avery who was stuck against the wall and was strangled by his brain, spat, and strode towards Harry: "Potter, did you hear what I said?! "

The boy straightened up reluctantly, but still did not stand up.He looked at her coldly, and said dryly, "The prophecy ball has broken."

"What?" The woman was taken aback, her eyes flickered with fear, and she immediately screamed again, "Impossible, you lied! The prophecy ball is coming! The prophecy ball is coming!"

"It's true, its fragments are here." Harry pointed to a pile of glass shards next to him, and for some reason, seeing her frightened face, he felt a sinister relief in his heart.

"No...no! It's not my fault, I didn't do it, Master, don't punish me!" Bellatrix screamed, hugging her head in pain and regret.

"It's useless, your master can't hear your begging for mercy—" Harry said triumphantly. The next moment, his scar suddenly burst into pain, and a cold voice sounded not far away:

"Is that so, Potter?"

The tall man like the night appeared in front of him, his snake face was as pale as paper, and those blood-red eyes stared at him intently, Harry suddenly felt that a force had invaded his brain, and his memory was out of control poured out.

"What he said was true, Bella... I saw the truth emerging from his worthless mind..." The trance after being Legilimency still remained in my mind, the feeling of being Legilimency by Voldemort and Snape was completely different, and Harry had a splitting headache, but he didn't even know what he was reading.He noticed the direction the other party was looking at, and reflexively covered Draco's body with his hands.

Seeing his actions, Voldemort sneered, and raised the corners of his mouth cruelly: "Very good, very good...it's really touching, protecting a corpse that doesn't serve any purpose...don't worry, I don't have a habit of torturing corpses yet .But I think maybe it's a good ending for you to die together, don't you think, Potter?"