[HP] End of Death

"Now, we should begin class," Slughorn said.

"Sir, you haven't told us what's here yet." Ernie asked, pointing to a small black cauldron on the podium.The medicine in the crucible was splashing happily, it was like a pot of molten gold, and the large drops of liquid surging on the surface were like goldfish.

"Ho!" said Slughorn, and Harry believed he hadn't forgotten, and was just waiting for someone to ask for dramatic effect. Folks, that thing is a most peculiar little potion called Felix Elixir. I thought," he smiled and turned to look at Hermione who let out a cry, "your family must know what Felix Elixir does. Right, Miss Granger?"

"It's a lucky potion!" said Hermione excitedly. "It will bring you good luck!"

The whole class immediately straightened their backs.Harry realized that Draco had finally turned his attention to the class, too, and began to pay attention.

"Exactly, ten more points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a strange little potion - Felix Elixir, and it's very complicated to make. If you get it wrong, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if you make it right, Like this crucible, you'll find that whatever you do you will succeed...before the potion wears off," Slughorn said, "Well, I'll be the prize for this class."

There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of those medicines on the podium could be clearly heard.

"A little bottle of Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, drawing a corked golden glass bottle from his pocket, and holding it up to the class, "will bring good luck for twelve hours." , whatever you do from dawn to dusk. I must remind you, however, that Felix is ​​forbidden in organized competitions... such as gymnastics competitions, exams, or elections. Therefore, get People who have prizes can only use it on a normal day, and then wait to see how different this day will be..."

"So," Slughorn suddenly became excited, "how can I win my bottle of Felicia? Well, turn to the tenth page of "Advanced Potion Making", we still have more than an hour, Use this time to make a good Potion of Living Hell. I know it's more complicated than anything you've ever made, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion, but the best That one will win the Felicia. So let's get started!"

Harry and Ron hadn't bought the book or the cauldron, so Slughorn brought them two second-hand books and two faded cauldrons from a cupboard in the back.

And when he hastily placed the cauldron on the table, opened the book, and put the weights on the scales, Draco was already chopping valerian roots.

Draco was flipping through his Potions book with a lot of noise, a secret voice inside was clamoring for him to do it faster, faster, to be perfect... He needed the bottle of Felicia, his task required It... with it, he'll be able to fix the Vanishing Cabinet in no time, so—

But if you fix the disappearing cabinet, you have to kill Dumbledore, so how can you face Harry then?Another voice said in his head, have you really thought about it?Do you really want to do this thing?

But I have no choice... This is my mission, of course I will do it.The voice said, even if there is no Felix Elixir, I will still do it, but I don't know if I can succeed.

No, you can choose to betray... choose to join the Order of the Phoenix... I think they will find a way to help you and your family, if you decide to do so...

Draco's movements slowed down, he stared blankly at his cauldron that was emitting white mist, the hot and fragrant breath sprayed on his face head-on, covering all his expressions.

What should I do?Complete the task honestly or betray, kill or not kill... Thinking of this, he shivered and shook his head.

No, in any case, there would be no harm in getting Felicia, no matter what he was going to do.Draco nodded, finally making up his mind.

The potions classroom was smoky and hot, and an hour passed quickly, and Slughorn shouted: "It's time...stop!"

Most of the students stopped, but a few frantically stirred the liquid in the cauldron.Slughorn walked around the rows of tables, occasionally leaning over their cauldrons to have a look and smell them.When he walked past Draco's cauldron, he nodded without saying anything, and he took a step forward, standing in front of Harry's cauldron, with a look of incomparable amazement on his face:

"The undisputed winner!" he shouted to all the students in the dungeon. "Excellent, excellent, Harry! Gosh, you obviously inherited your mother's talent, Lily, in Potions." It’s such ingenuity! Here, take it—I mean what I say, I’ll give you a bottle of Felicia, use it well!”

Harry stuffed the small bottle of golden liquid into his pocket, and before he could say anything, someone grabbed his arm tightly. He turned his head, and Draco's face was close at hand.

"How did you do it?" His words seemed to come out word by word from between his teeth.

Harry stared blankly at him without speaking, in fact, he was a little startled by his expression.At this moment, Ron and Hermione called him, and he quickly shook off his hand, packed his schoolbag and hurried to catch up with them.

Draco's mood was a little gloomy all afternoon.In the evening, after eating, he stopped Harry, but the other party rejected his invitation on the grounds that the tryout for the Gryffindor team was scheduled to be held tonight.

"Twenty or thirty students signed up for the team, and it might take a while to pick," Harry said. "If you have something to do tonight, I think—"

"I'll wait for you in the stands." Draco said immediately, "Let's go together after you're done. We still have something to say in class."

Harry looked a little hesitant, but Draco didn't give him a chance to regret it, and left with a hasty "That's it."

He thought it would be enjoyable to watch Harry pick his team members, he had always been fascinated by his flying posture - capable, fast, like a beautiful eagle.He likes to see his shredded hair and robe shaking in the wind, and his focused eyes staring at the Snitch. He imagines such a pair of eyes staring at him seriously...

However, this time his expectations were in vain, because Harry didn't participate in the trials at all, he just hovered on the side to observe the applicants.What made Draco very upset was that those so-called campaigners didn't seem to be here for selection at all, they just wanted to see Harry:

The first group was all first-years, none of whom had ever flown before; the second group was a group of girls, who were stupid as fuck, laughing and huddling when Harry blew the whistle, and Draco Among them was Romilda Vane; the third group fell into a ball as they flew around the playground, the fourth group barely had their brooms on, and the fifth group turned out to be all Hufflepuffs.

"It's ridiculous...it didn't happen during the Slytherin team selection!" Draco muttered, he didn't know what he was angry about.

"Look at him, look quickly—he lost his temper, ah, I really want to apply to join the team..." A girl next to her said to her friend.

"What are you doing joining the team? Is it embarrassing in public?"

"May I take a closer look at him—the Savior—hey, do you think it's true? That prophecy—"

"—it's remarkable that he's stuck to his guns all this time—"

"And he seems to have grown taller this summer—"

Draco stood up suddenly, startling the two girls.With a tense face, he turned and left the auditorium without saying a word.

After hearing them whine, a few people yelling and losing their tempers, and seeing some freshmen break several brooms, Harry finally chose a seeker, batsman and keeper for himself.He felt extremely tired, and walked towards the locker room wiping sweat with one hand, but before he opened the door, a hand suddenly pulled his wrist forcefully and pulled him to the other side of the wall.

Harry had already guessed who it was, so he didn't resist.He had just finished exercising, was covered in sweat, and felt a little relaxed, while the other party wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.Their sweaty bodies were pressed together, and the air was filled with the ambiguous sound of lips rubbing against each other.

"Let's go, Harry." He said in a low voice after parting panting.

"You're getting impatient, Draco."

"Because you are seducing me." He accused unceremoniously, pulling him towards the castle.

"Nonsense, spitting blood." Harry gave him a blank look.

"You're seducing me no matter what." He scratched his palm and gripped his fingers tightly.