[HP] End of Death

Their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Since the improvement class needed to be screened, the number of students in each college was actually not many, so all four colleges took classes together.Harry and the others came to the classroom early, and Snape had branded his characteristics in this classroom: the curtains were drawn tightly, the room was dimly lit, only a few small candles flickered flickeringly, and Hanging a picture, each person in the picture is enduring pain.

The students arrived one after another. They put down their schoolbags, looked at the scary pictures on the wall, and whispered.

Harry was also looking at the pictures when someone flicked his forehead.He turned his head to see Draco standing in front of him, smiling.

"Make room for me, Potter. I'm going to sit here," he said with his chin lifted.

Harry looked at him and blinked. "No, no. I don't want to be huddled with a ferret."

Ron and Hermione both laughed, and Draco's expression changed instantly.He pushed Harry aside viciously, sat down beside him, and took his hand in his lap.

"I'll see you tonight, Harry," he said in a low voice, "and that stuff you wrote me... I'll make you cry and beg me..."

Harry's face turned red immediately, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but Draco held on tightly, so he could only stare at him, and threatened without any momentum: "If you dare to mess around, Draco Co—you know, I—”

"Oh, never told you, Harry, you don't know how good you are." Draco interrupted lazily, kneading his hand leisurely.He suddenly approached him with a weird smile, "Your inside is extremely hot, and it's so tight, it's very comfortable to do it...and when your legs are wrapped around me, it's just—"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry growled through gritted teeth, his face burning red.He felt that his ears were going to rot, how dare he say such words here without any shame!

Draco stared at him for a moment, seeming to find his expression amused.Then he let go of his hand, and asked in a mysterious whisper: "Do you still have pain there?"

"What?" Harry didn't react for a moment, but Draco said apologetically, "I seemed to be a bit ruthless yesterday... Can you still sit on the stool now?"

"Horse! El! Foo!" Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he wished he could pick up the "Encountering a Faceless Monster" and throw it on his face.

"I really want to kiss you when you're angry." Draco was not affected by his emotions at all, and he continued to speak nasty words to himself, "it's nice to kiss you, too, Harry. Your lips It's very soft, and no matter how many times it reacts, it's jerky, making people want to bully..."

So when Snape stepped into the classroom, he saw the savior pick up the textbook and slap it on the face of his favorite student, making a loud bang.He raised his eyebrows and said maliciously, "Intentionally hurting someone, Potter, twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Draco leaned on the table, shrugging his shoulders, obviously laughing to himself, overjoyed.Harry pursed his lips tightly and pinched his thigh fiercely, but the other party grabbed his finger and put it on his lips and kissed it.

Snape walked back and forth in the classroom, pointing to the pictures on the wall to explain to them, and the students all looked up to listen to him: "... Therefore, your defense must be as flexible as the black magic you need to deal with. change and innovation. These pictures vividly represent the situation of those victims..."

They need to practice silent mantra in this class, that is, say the mantra silently.Everyone forms teams of two, with one casting the jinx and the other repelling the spell.

"Let me see if you've made progress this summer, Potter." Draco stretched, and squeezed Harry's waist without leaving any traces, "Of course, I won't show mercy... The Savior needs some extra exercise after all, I guess..."

"Get your hands off me, Malfoy." Harry shook off the other's hand that was under his clothes, and took out his wand from his pocket expressionlessly.

They stood facing each other, staring at each other.Draco looked a lot more serious, and he also seemed to find the silent spell quite difficult, his lips moved slightly, but no spell was issued.

"Come on, Malfoy, I can understand if you can't—"

"Be quiet, Potter, you're disturbing me!"

They stared at each other for a few more minutes, during which time Hermione had silently repelled one of Ron's Limplegs Curses, and Harry glanced back at them, about to laugh at Draco, when Seeing the wand in his hand pointed at him, he whispered: "The front tooth is a big stick—"

"Shield armor!" Harry yelled without thinking, forgetting all about the Silent Charm.

His Iron Armor Charm was so powerful that it sent Draco back several steps, crashing into the table behind him.His face was pale, and he barely stood upright, looking in pain.Harry froze in place, he wanted to see how he was hurt, but at this moment a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Snape strode over.

He looked at Draco, asked him a few words, and then turned his head to Harry coldly: "I remember we were practicing the silent spell, Potter."

"Yes, Professor," Harry replied dryly.

"Your words don't sound very convincing, I think I have to make you remember... even if you are the savior... Saturday night in confinement, Potter, in my office." Snape said slowly , proudly admired Harry's angry expression for a while, and announced the dismissal of class.

With his head down, Harry walked back to his seat to pack his schoolbag. An inexplicable emotion was brewing inside him, which made him feel tight in his chest and short of breath.What was it - bitter and distressed and humiliating - well, whatever it was, he hated Snape.

He threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and was about to get out of the seat, but his left side was blocked by someone.He turned and walked to the right, but the people behind him stopped him.

"Don't be angry, Harry," said the man quickly, "I'll wait for you then."

Harry turned his head and stared at him for a moment.Then he smiled, squeezed his face, and slipped away with his schoolbag before Draco could react.

And when he, Ron, and Hermione were walking back to the lounge, the two friends looked around and finally couldn't help asking questions.

"Harry, I want to know—"

"I meant to say—"

The two looked at each other, and Hermione said, "You ask first, Ron."

"Okay, then I'll say it. Harry, don't be angry, I mean - have you reconciled with Malfoy?" After he finished speaking, he seemed to find this statement strange, scratching his hair, "Although I haven't seen you better."

"Um--"

"Harry, even if you will be angry, I still have to say, have you forgotten what he did to you last semester? I don't think he will make any changes. In fact, I think he may have another conspiracy." He Min hurriedly said.

Harry was startled, he thought of everything he heard at Borgin Burke that day, and he had to admit that Hermione was right.

"I trust him," he said, and both Ron and Hermione looked skeptical. "Although he—has done a lot of things. However, he does have a lot of reasons for me to trust him."

"What's that, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"... That incident is rather bizarre. I mean, it may be difficult to understand, and I will tell you when I think about it." Harry thought for a while and said.Before Hermione had time to express her objection, someone suddenly walked up and handed Harry a rolled parchment.

"Harry, someone asked me to hand this to you," said Sloper of Gryffindor, who looked out of breath. "By the way, when does the team tryout start?"

"I'll arrange this and I'll let you know." Harry thanked him, and he left with his two friends before Slooper could speak again, because he recognized the long, slanted words on the letter paper .Dumbledore was going to teach him a lesson.