[HP] End of Death

The new term is about to begin, and King's Cross is once again packed with wizards on their way to Hogwarts.They pushed suitcases, pretending to be Muggles, casually passed through the seemingly ordinary walls, and entered the bustling platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Draco was a little absent-minded when he stepped into the red leather train, his eyes glanced aimlessly around, as if he was looking for something, but he seemed to be just killing time.

Nott next to him has also been silent and did not speak.They corresponded frequently during the summer vacation, and it seemed that the relationship seemed to be much closer, but Draco knew that he was still wandering.

He made a good suggestion. Although Nott has always said that the uncertainty of this plan is relatively large because they may not be able to fix the disappearing cabinet, he also admits that he can't think of a better way.

Draco knew that Nott was just someone Voldemort sent to monitor him, as long as there was any abnormality in his performance, he would immediately fall into a situation beyond redemption.He could betray himself at any time, Draco thought, what would he think of him if he knew the betrayal in himself?

"Hey, look - there he is!"

"...Who are you going to ask him?"

When Draco came back to his senses, he found that a group of lower grade girls were crowded outside a carriage, arguing and having a heated discussion, blocking the entire corridor.

"What are they doing?" Nott frowned.Draco had guessed something, he walked a few steps outside the carriage and was about to look in, when a girl with short hair opened the door first and strode into the room.From inside came her loud and confident voice:

"Hello, Harry Potter, I'm Romilda Vane. I don't think you need to sit with them, I mean, you can come to our carriage."

Draco subconsciously clasped the door frame tightly with his hands.

"They're my friends," he heard Harry answer her calmly.

"Oh—that's right." From the girl's voice, she couldn't tell whether she was disappointed, but she quickly walked out of the car, and spread her hands to a group of girls gathered outside the door expectantly.

The girls left with a sigh of regret, and the corridor was instantly empty.Draco walked to the door and peeked in through the transom. The boy was sitting on the sofa talking to Luna, while Neville squatted aside looking for his toad.

Harry seemed to sense his gaze, turned his head to look out of the carriage, and met his gaze.He smiled brightly at him and waved his hand almost invisibly.

The unhappiness in Draco's heart was instantly healed. When he walked back to Nott, his steps were as light as flying, and he almost wanted to hum a few ditties.

"Are you all right, Draco?" Nott looked at him suspiciously, and shook his hand in front of him, and the latter waved his hand away:

"Of course I'm fine, Theodore."

Inside the compartment.Harry lay on the side of the transom and watched the two gradually walk away, until they disappeared from the limit of vision, and then slowly lowered his tiptoes.

He slowly walked back to his seat and relaxed his body against the back of the chair.Luna glanced at him from behind her big, shiny glasses, and turned the page of The Quibbler.

"Are you trapped by a harassing gadfly?"

"what?"

"The harassing gadfly, a kind of invisible bug, will fly into your mind and disturb you when people are not paying attention." Luna said as she put down the magazine and waved her hands, as if she was really trying to drive the scrambling gadfly away.

Harry smiled, but shallowly.He still cared about Draco's affairs.

He was walking with Nott again, he hadn't seen them so close last semester... No, of course he wasn't jealous, he just wanted to know what the hell they were up to, he had a right to know, he was his boyfriend, isn't it?

But Harry didn't want to ask Draco himself, he hoped that the other party would take the initiative to tell him, although he felt that the possibility of this happening was very small.

Harry looked towards the gate again. Of course there was no one there. The bright transom windows reflected the sea of ​​white clouds and the blue sky. The sun and the shadows of the clouds drifted slowly as the train moved forward.He sighed.

After a while, there was a series of footsteps outside the door, and Ron and Hermione pushed the door open.They looked exhausted, and Ron collapsed on the sofa as soon as he came in, took a bite of the pumpkin pie on the table.

"There are a lot of ignorant freshmen this year, but we are exhausted." He looked up at the ceiling, then turned his head to Harry, still holding the piece of pie in his mouth, speaking vaguely, "By the way, Harry, did you know that Malfoy wasn't on duty as a prefect! That's weird, isn't it?"

"Really?" Harry became excited as soon as he heard it, and sat up straight, "Why?"

"No idea. We saw him when we passed the carriage, sitting with the other Slytherins." Ron shrugged, and he finally finished the piece of pumpkin pie.

Harry's mind was racing, and it was rare indeed that Draco wasn't bullying the juniors in the hallway - well, to put it another way - flaunting his prefect rights.Is it because he thinks there is something more important than this?Or did he have no intention of doing it at all?

"Maybe it's because he prefers to stay with the members of the investigation team." Hermione guessed.

"Excuse me, can I come in?" A thin voice came from the crack in the door, everyone looked out, Harry walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a low-grade girl, holding two rolled parchment papers in her hands. After seeing Harry, the roots of her ears turned red instantly: "That...someone asked me to give this to Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom!"

After speaking, she stuffed the parchment into Harry's hand, bowed her head and ran away quickly.

Harry and Neville unfolded the parchment with their own names on it, and Ron and Hermione came together to look at it:

Harry:

I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in carriage C.

You faithful,

Professor HEF Slughorn

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Ron asked.

"Our new professor," replied Harry, rolling up the invitation and stuffing it in his pocket, "seems like a must, doesn't it?"

After saying goodbye to everyone, he and Neville walked towards carriage C, meeting many strange girls along the way.As soon as they saw Harry, they hid and discussed with the others, their eyes fixed on him blazingly, and they could still hear their laughter after Harry had left.

"What will Professor Slughorn tell us to do?" Neville's face turned pale.Harry shook his head; he didn't know him very well either.

When they walked into the carriage, there were already several people sitting on the sofas on both sides—Harry saw Ginny and Draco, the latter raised his eyebrows at him and licked his lips, and he instantly felt Throat dry.Professor Slughorn was smiling and talking to them, and when he turned his head to see Harry, he gave a big smile.

"Oh, Harry, my boy! You've come!—this is Mr. Neville Longbottom, isn't it? Come in, come in, take a seat—" Slughorn pushed toward them, His fat stomach filled the rest of the compartment, and the waistcoat he wore clung to his flesh, its gold buttons gleaming.

Neville and Harry looked at each other, carefully squeezed into a corner of the sofa, and Professor Slughorn had already started introducing other students to them:

"This is Blaise Zabini from Slytherin, in the same grade as you, must know—?"

It was a tall, thin, dark-skinned boy. He was lazily leaning on the sofa, pursing his somewhat thick lower lip, and said nothing.Harry and Neville didn't speak either, Gryffindors and Slytherins were always hostile anyway.

"This is also a student of the same grade as Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, you must know him?"

Harry finally looked at Draco blatantly. The boy propped his forehead with one hand, pushed aside his light golden bangs, and smiled deeply.

"Oh, of course I know." He rubbed his chin, tilted his head and stared straight at Harry, "'Saviour' Harry Potter, it's written in the newspapers."

Blaise laughed, and everyone else around could hear the sarcasm in his words.Harry glared at Draco angrily, his face flushed a little.

"Ah, that's right," Slughorn said, stroking his beard with great interest, as if he hadn't noticed it, "the things that happened in the Ministry of Magic, and the prophecy, didn't they? I said, this is indeed true..."

Harry was still looking at Draco, and they were both flashing back to what had happened in the Department of Mysteries.He felt that the other party's smile was more meaningful, and his eyes swept across him boldly, and even stayed on some parts for a while, the implication made him blush, and he wished to knock his brain open to see what was pretending inside. Some nasty things happened.