[HP] End of Death

His heart skipped a beat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.He subconsciously closed his eyes, but the man walked away, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting on the high platform.

"I can tell you're lying at a glance, boy... I think it's very stupid that you still have feelings for Potter, but I can understand...you may not understand your mission now, immersed in the love of children You can't help yourself, but someday you'll understand, Draco."

Draco listened to Voldemort in silence, not quite understanding what he was saying.He absolutely did not forgive him, and it is impossible to understand him as he said... The prophecy ball was broken, his purpose was not achieved, he should be very angry...

"...he has a very glaring weakness, he's very emotional, and you can take advantage of that, Draco. It will be very helpful in your mission. I hope to see the results of your work before the semester is over, If you succeed, you will naturally receive a supreme reward... Of course, you must kill him yourself." The man stopped and looked at him calmly, as if waiting for his answer.

Draco looked at him in confusion, he suddenly couldn't understand what he was talking about, what exactly did he want him to do?His mind was in chaos, countless dim shadows were shaking, and a chill slowly climbed up from his back.

"Didn't you understand, Draco? Do you need me to explain again?" Seeing that the boy hadn't spoken for a long time, Voldemort's eyes became a little cold.Draco immediately came back to his senses, he nodded, and replied with a low eyebrow, "No, no need, I will do my best, Master."

"I look forward to your performance, Draco...Of course, in order for you to complete the task better, I will ask your classmate Theodore Nott to help you." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to let him go first. Withdrew.

Draco stared out the window for a long time, then looked away again.He took out the report and read it several times, stroking the name on it with his fingertips until the handwriting faded.He took another metal plate out of his pocket and looked at the name on it.He put it to his lips and kissed it.

Voldemort was right when he said he could tell he was lying at a glance, and he couldn't hide his feelings for Harry at all.He began to miss him from the day he came home, recalling his face and words, his extraordinarily bright green eyes when he was angry, the slightly raised eyebrows when he smiled at him, the disheveled hair blown by the wind standing by the corridor, And wrapping his arms nervously while kissing him.

He misses him... misses him all the time, but no one can indulge him and love him.They always push him to do things he doesn't want to do, and they seem to take it for granted.But he sinks into dark green shades.

Draco pressed the center of his eyebrows, cursed lowly, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

He can't do it... impossible, he can't kill Dumbledore, not even with Nott.He was such a great wizard that even Voldemort was very wary of him, how could he do it alone...not to mention he didn't want to do it.Draco turned on the faucet, and stared at his pale face in the mirror, and his hair, which had been filtered into gray in the unlit light.Those two gray-blue gemstones sway like a river of branches.

But those people were expecting Harry to kill Voldemort.

It was already early morning when Harry was brought to the Burrow by Dumbledore, the sky was dimly lit, and a layer of clear white light shone through the clouds, and several big birds whirred across the sky.

Mrs. Weasley came out to greet him with a yawn, and he ate some bread and fell asleep on the bed in the bedroom without taking off his clothes.

However, he was woken up not long after he rested. Someone patted his back hard, followed by "Don't hit him, Ron"!Harry rolled over and rubbed his eyes. Ron and Hermione were standing in front of him, smiling.

"We've been waiting for you here for a few days, and Mom said you'd be here today." Ron said with a smile, "Let's go down and have breakfast, Mom is ready."

At the end of the day he briefly recounted to Ron and Hermione everything that had happened at the Ministry, subconsciously hiding that Draco had died for him once because it was too unbelievable.But Harry didn't hide his conversation with Dumbledore, he told them the prophecy.

"God, Harry—I mean, I had a hunch at that time, and I think that might be the case. You're going to fight the mysterious man—" Ron's face was flushed, and he seemed nervous again. And in awe.

"Are you scared, Harry?" Hermione looked at him with concern, Harry touched his head, and replied, "I was a bit unbelievable at first, but when I thought about it later, I felt like I should have been with him in the first place." It's like a battle."

Harry walked downstairs with them yawning, chatting all the way, and Harry inadvertently told them that Dumbledore would be teaching him next term, which caused the two friends to exclaim.

"Dumbledore giving you lessons? Merlin - what will he teach you?" Ron gasped.

"I think it might be some kind of spell," Harry said uncertainly.Seeing his two friends enthusiastically sharing his worries, he couldn't help grinning, and the heaviness in his heart finally began to slowly melt away, as if being illuminated by a ray of light.

That prophecy can't represent anything, he thought, it can't make decisions for itself, and it can't control his life.His life was chosen by himself, but it just happened to confirm the prophecy.

When they came downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were already sitting at the table, and there were two unexpected visitors in the living room - Lupine and Sirius.

"I've been cleared, Harry," Sirius explained after meeting Harry's surprised eyes, and he scratched his messy black hair and pushed it back to reveal his excessive emaciation. "The Ministry of Magic has withdrawn the charges against me, and now Wormtail is wanted... Of course, since the dementors are not under the control of the Ministry of Magic now, I think it's okay if I come out for a stroll—"

"This is not something to joke about, Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, and she looked at Harry lovingly, "Sit down, son, I think you must be exhausted. "

Harry sat down slowly at the table, took a piece of pumpkin pie and dipped it into his mouth.He was really starving.

Lupine and Sirius discussed the recent situation, both of them looked very serious.Mrs. Weasley complained that such topics should not be discussed at the dinner table.After a while, there was the sound of owls flapping their wings from far and near outside the window. Mrs. Weasley went to open the window, and Hermione suddenly jumped up, looking a little nervous.

"It's the Hogwarts owl, kids!" Mrs. Weasley walked in, holding three envelopes, handing them to Harry, Ron and Hermione respectively, "I think it's your OWLs report card."

Trembling, Harry took the leather envelope, which was poured with wax in the shape of a Hogwarts crest.He opened it carefully, and took out a folded parchment from inside.He browsed slowly from the beginning, and found that his breathing became smoother and smoother... He did much better in the exam than he thought!

His divination was P—as expected, he thought he would never pass; and his history of magic was handed in halfway, so naturally he had no hope of passing; he did well in the other exams, even Potions also got a "good"!And best of all, his Defense Against the Dark Arts turned out to be "Excellent"!

"Only Divination and History of Magic failed, but who cares about that?" Ron looked at his report card, and then he handed it to Harry, "Come—exchange—"

Hermione kept frowning and staring at her report card, Ron sneaked over to take a look, raised his eyebrows: "Hey - except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they are all 'excellent', you still feel dissatisfied? "

Hermione shook her head, but said nothing.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid took them to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.Harry had never seen this alley so quiet and deserted. Everyone hurried past with their hoods drawn tight and their heads bowed, as if they just wanted to finish shopping early and stay at home.The shops on both sides are posted with large purple notices issued by the Ministry of Magic, with various precautions written in huge slogans.

In this heavy atmosphere, Harry and the others also became hurried.They quickly purchased textbooks and equipment for the new semester, and followed Hagrid to Madam Malkin's clothing store to order new robes.

Harry had just stepped through the door when he saw a fair-haired boy coming out from behind the coat rack. He was wearing a beautiful dark green wizard's robe with pins on the cuffs and neckline.He looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes met Harry's in the mirror.

"You look very well, boy." Madam Malkin came up behind him and straightened his shoulders and sleeves.Draco glanced back at her, waved her hand away, and walked straight towards Narcissa who was standing aside.

"What's the matter, Draco? Don't you like it?" Narcissa stroked her son's hair lovingly.

"Oh, no, Mom." Draco said with a smirk, he turned his head and glanced at the three of Harry, then turned back immediately, raised his chin and said arrogantly, "I want to order another one, of course, it is Taking measurements in the room—I don't want to be with them."