[HP] End of Death

"This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you've met—didn't you?"

Cormac, a big, bristly-haired lad, waved to Harry and Neville.

"—this is Max Belby, perhaps you—?"

Belby looked very thin, and he smiled shyly at them.

"—the charming young lady told me she knew you!" Slughorn finally finished, and Ginny made a face at Harry.

Slughorn started talking to everyone in his class, and as Harry had guessed, everyone here had been invited because they were related to someone famous - except for Ginny.Belby's uncle, Damocles, invented the wolf elixir and won the Medal of Merlin; Cormac's uncle, Tiberus, was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic; and Blaise Zabini's mother turned out to be a famous The pretty witch, according to Harry's conclusion, had been married seven times, and every husband died in a strange way, and all of them left her a large inheritance.

It was an unpleasant 5 minutes when Slughorn started questioning Neville, because both of Neville's parents had been Aurors and had been tortured into St. Mungo's by the Cruciatus Curse.And when Neville stammered his answer, Slughorn seemed to have doubts about whether he had inherited the Longbottoms' intelligence.

"Ah, Draco, I used to teach your father Lucius too - he helped me a lot, especially with the Ministry of Magic..."

"Oh, yes—yes, Father talked about you a lot too, Professor, he said you were a very talented teacher and impressed him—" Draco said with an ingratiating smile as he passed the He took a layer cake from his plate.

And when it was Harry's turn, he felt awkward and self-conscious because Slughorn had been quoting from the Daily Prophet this summer and he had no idea how to respond.

"I think the message of that prophecy is pretty clear, isn't it, Harry? 'Saviour'…"

There was a sarcasm in Blaise's eyes, he turned his head and talked to Draco, both of them smiled strangely.

"Oh, Zabini, I think you're very talented, especially in posturing..." Ginny suddenly said angrily.

"If I were you, Blaise, I wouldn't dare to mess with this beautiful lady." Slughorn blinked, "I just saw her cast a beautiful bat spell in the carriage, would you like Be careful!"

Blaise snorted coldly and didn't speak.Harry stared at him curiously, but he soon felt a more intense gaze resting on him, and moved away embarrassingly.

Slughorn began to talk enthusiastically about the famous wizards he had taught and some interesting stories again. The sky was getting dark, and the train drove into a thick fog, and the flame-like sunset was reflected in the fog.

"Ah, it's so late! I didn't notice they had all the lights on," Slughorn exclaimed. "You better go back to your compartments and change at once! Harry, Draco , Brace, Cormac—you are welcome to come anytime. And of course you, Miss Fairy."

Relieved, Harry stood up and walked out of the carriage with Neville and Ginny, followed by Draco and Blaise, who gave him a sideways glance as he pushed past Harry, who stared at him with interest. look at him.

"It's finally over, he's a freak, isn't he?" Neville glanced back at Slughorn, who was humming and using his wand to close the curtains.

"Yeah, kinda... by the way, Ginny, why are you here?" Harry was still staring at the backs of the two who had left.

"He saw me jinxing Zacharias Smith," Ginny shrugged. "He kept pestering me about you, and I got so annoyed that I cast a bat-spirit spell on him. I I thought Professor Slughorn was going to give me a penalty, but I didn't think that spell was used well."

"It's better to be invited because of that than for them to be invited because of their mother—or uncle—" Harry stared at Blaise's back when an idea struck him—a brilliant idea—and it might be the only thing he Now is their chance, they are now heading to their compartments...

"You guys go back first," said Harry, pulling out the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket and putting it on. Neville called him from behind, but he had already disappeared into the darkness.

Harry followed closely behind the two without touching them, listening to their conversation with bated breath.However, Draco and Blaise didn't discuss anything important. Their topic changed endlessly, from the party just now to the Quidditch team, and then to Draco's new broomstick——

"Firebolt-Arrow? Potter already has it." Blaise sneered.

"It's not the same, this is the enhanced version, the one used by the Bulgarian international team." Draco corrected him, with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"You think you can snatch the Snitch from Potter with this broom?"

"Why don't you try?" Draco shrugged, and he gave him a sideways glance, "Do you think I'm weaker than him?"

"I didn't say that. In fact, I think your eyes almost burned a hole in his face at the party."

As they talked, they walked to the front of the carriage, when the train suddenly shook upwards, and Harry lost his balance and fell on Draco's back.He could clearly feel Draco's back stiffen suddenly, he turned around suddenly, and Harry took a quick step back.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked.

Draco didn't answer, he stared straight at the dark and empty corridor, his hands holding on to the wall were clenched, his expression fluctuating.

After a while, he seemed to be testing something, and slowly stretched out his hand forward, as if expecting someone to hold it.Harry stared at his hand for a moment, struggling and hesitating.

Draco probably already guessed that it was him, and probably knew why he came, so what did he mean by that?Was it to invite him into their compartment?

Draco's hand was still stretched forward, as if he would not let it go until he got a response, but Blaise frowned, looked down at the ground, and stamped his feet on the spot.

"What are you doing, Draco? Hurry up, we have to change—"

Harry gritted his teeth and decided to go all out.Anyway, there are still many opportunities to figure out what he is doing in the future, he thought so and held his hand.

Draco's complexion improved a lot in an instant, he calmly took Harry's hand and put it in his pocket, turned sideways and gave Blaise a smirk, followed him and pushed the door into the carriage.

There were already four people sitting in the carriage, Goyle and Crabbe were reading comics, Nott and Pansy were sitting on the other side, and there seemed to be no conversation.

Seeing them come in, Pansy moved aside, as if waiting for Draco and the others to sit there.But Draco changed direction, pulling Harry to sit on an empty bench.Blaise sat down next to Pencey.

Draco finally let go of Harry's hand. He took off his robe and covered him. He explored the chair with his right hand, touched Harry's thigh and squeezed it... Harry held back Did not break free from his hand.Immediately after, Draco lay down very leisurely, with his head resting on Harry's lap, and one hand pulled his coat up, covering his head and Harry's thigh.

"What were you doing?" Pansy asked.

"The new Professor Slughorn threw a party and invited some people," Blaise replied, taking a chocolate frog from the table.

"Who did he hire?" Nott asked.

"McLaggen of Gryffindor, his uncle is a high official in the Ministry of Magic." Draco's voice came from under his clothes, his shoulders shifted up, and his head rested on the other thigh.Harry felt as if he was about to fall, so he reached out to support his shoulders, but the other party grabbed his fingers and put them to his mouth for a kiss.