[HP] End of Death

After Harry returned to the lounge, Hermione and Ron greeted him. The two kept asking about his injury. Ron still looked guilty. Harry comforted him and said that it was all right. His injury was not a big deal. But Malfoy—

"What happened to Malfoy?"

"He—he might make a big fuss about it." Harry's voice was a little exasperated. "He tried to use the hippogriff thing to get Hagrid fired last term—"

Ron immediately followed him and began to accuse Draco. They pointed out all the bad things he had done since he started school, and the more they talked, Ron also transferred the hatred to his father: "That Lucius (Hermione: "Ron!") Always making things difficult for my dad at the Ministry of Magic, it's disgusting..."

After they vented, they started to do their homework. Professor Trelawney asked them to make a forecast for the week's fortune, while Hermione happily said that Professor Victor had not assigned anything.

"Oh, Professor Victor is so kind," said Ron dejectedly.

On the other side, the Slytherin lounge.

The light of the dark green lake swayed on the dark walls, the figures of dense schools of fish were reflected on the robes of the passing students, and the corridor separated by glass was quiet and narrow.Draco was standing by the potions table to the side of the lounge, testing an antidote he had just finished.Slytherin has always attached great importance to potion science. It is said that the founder of the academy, Salazar Slytherin, is a potion master. He hoped that every Slytherin would be good at making potions, so he placed a There are many potions tables and potions tools that every Slytherin student can use.

Draco took out a small glass bottle, scooped a spoonful of concoction from the copper stove, poured it into the bottle, and plugged it with a cork.He carefully looked at the milky white liquid in the bottle, and seemed a little dissatisfied, so he put it in the schoolbag next to him, cleaned up the liquid in the stove, and planned to do it again.

There was an explosion on the potion table next to it, and the boiler vibrated, cracked and tilted to one side.Draco knew that the classmate must have failed the production, he glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said in a joking tone: "Brace, what are you making, huh? Failed so many times, wouldn't it be A love potion? Or something more advanced?"

"Oh, Draco, don't be sarcastic. You know very well that Professor Snape is going to poison us next class—" Blaise rubbed his nose, and threw away his scorched liquid irritably. Scrapped Boiler, "I don't want him to add homework, or get a grade worse than a P."

"Then you're pretty self-aware." Draco said slowly, he had already started to reboil the water, using magic to adjust the temperature deftly, "but I think he's just trying to scare us, or just give stupid G The Ryffindors are poisoned."

Blaise thought about it after hearing this, and laughed: "That's right, after all, Professor Snape likes us so much. Speaking of which, Draco, what are you doing?"

"Oh, something interesting." Draco said with a smile. "It can make you look a little more mature."

"No way, Draco... Do you want to make an aging potion?" Blaise's eyes widened, his face in disbelief, "I don't think it's useful, and I'm afraid it can't be fooled."

"I didn't intend to fool Dumbledore, but it's still fun to play tricks on a naive Gryffindor." Draco shrugged, and the smile on his face deepened.Blaise reacted immediately and nodded thoughtfully.

After the concoction was finished, Draco put away the potion and sat on the armchair with his eyes closed. He thought of everything he had encountered recently, the mysterious figure and the Dark Mark in the woods. He asked his father but found nothing, and even got a disturbing message It made him realize that his father didn't seem to want the Dark Lord back.

But even more disturbing than that was the man - the man Potter trusted so much.He could sense his weirdness, Draco felt that he was destroying the trajectory of all events, that he should not have appeared, that he was a mistake...but he still hadn't figured out who he was, that person now It was not his original appearance.

Maybe he should kill him, Draco thought, before he was a catastrophe.He'd been vaguely irritated since he'd been around, and that sense of out-of-control had been growing lately, giving him the urge to go out and fight Potter.

Draco raised his head to look at the dark green light flickering above his head, which was the mottled reflection of the Black Lake, and at this time the shadow was as vague as the Milky Way.He scratched his hair, put on his coat and walked out of the lounge.

Draco wandered aimlessly around the castle, not knowing what he was expecting.But when he saw a few people discussing something on the wide and long steps in the hall, he couldn't help but tiptoe over.

"……is this real?"

"Oh, I hate Rita Skeeter, she just likes bullshit—"

"...the Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment yesterday by the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division. Arnold Weasley was accused of possessing a flying car two years ago... ..." Draco purposely read the content of the "Daily Prophet" in Ron's hand out loud, so that everyone crowded in the hall could hear it, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately turned around and looked at him together , the eyes are very bad.

"Ha, Weasley, she didn't even write your father's name correctly, does that mean your father is just a little guy who doesn't like to be seen?" Draco said triumphantly, he had seen the newspaper this morning , but at that time he was rushing to class and didn't have a chance to laugh at them, now of course he won't let it go.

Ron clenched his fists, his eyes almost bursting with fire.Draco didn't care much about Ron's reaction, he recalled the contents of the newspaper he saw in the morning, and laughed again: "Oh, by the way, Weasley, I remember there was a photo on the back of the newspaper —a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house, which you call a house! Also, I think if your mother can lose weight, she can still look good?"

Ron's face was flushed, and everyone in the hall was staring at him.Harry and Hermione pulled him desperately to keep him from jumping on him.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry, "don't be angry with such a person, Ron..."

Draco looked at him, his light gray eyes gradually narrowed, and he lowered his voice: "Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them in the summer, didn't you? Is it true, or is his mother just that fat?"

"It's because you don't have eyes, Malfoy." Harry gave him a cold look, and he turned around and hooked Ron's shoulders to comfort him in a low voice, as if he didn't care about his existence at all.

Draco clenched his fingers, he suddenly felt a surge of anger, not because of Harry's words - that was far from it, he hated his eyes and attitude, it made him feel that he was doing useless work, He's messing around, everything he does is a joke...

Overwhelmed by rage, he drew his wand from his pocket and pointed at him—

A blazing white light flew past Harry's neck, and the boy turned his head in surprise. Before Draco could react, a thunderous voice sounded from behind:

"Oh, you're not allowed to do that, boy!"

Then there was a "bang", and there were several screams around, Draco felt a heat flow through his whole body, he seemed to be shrinking, his bones compressed and made a subtle crackling sound, and his vision was also rapidly decreasing, until In the end—he found that he could only see other people's huge shoes.

"Did he hurt you, Potter?" said the hoarse voice.

"No... no, no hit, Professor," Harry replied.

"I don't like people sneaking in behind," growled Moody gruffly. "It's the dirtiest, meanest, least human thing to do—"

Draco gradually realized what happened, he looked at his hands, it was a pair of small, white claws with pink pads on the palm.

He felt a shadow fall on his body, and gently grabbed him with one hand and put it in the palm of his hand.He wanted to struggle, and that hand stroked the down on his back, which made Draco so comfortable that he forgot to run away for a moment.

"Professor, how long does it take to transform?" He heard the familiar voice ask.

"Two hours at most, Potter."