[HP] End of Death

Nott seemed taken aback by the question, and Draco knew he probably hadn't thought about it, because it was a matter of course - of course Slytherins should follow Voldemort.But has anyone ever asked themselves why?

"I don't think it's difficult to answer this question. It's the same as why you joined." Nott thought for a while, and then slowly replied, "Of course I joined the Death Eaters because of what the Dark Lord is pursuing and what we are pursuing." It's the same. Purity, wizarding nobility... We admire everything he advocates, we want to get rid of the ugly and dirty mudbloods in this society, rule the stupid and ignorant Muggles... and finally let the wizards take over the whole world, this is Our goal. In order to achieve this goal, we must make sacrifices and kill those who resist us..." He looked at Draco and asked, "Draco, aren't you a supporter of pure blood theory?" ? Don’t you think pure-blood families are inherently superior?”

"Well... of course, without a doubt," Draco replied.

"Don't you think those mudbloods shouldn't be allowed to use magic? Their blood is dirty and they don't deserve magic at all... They should be driven by us like Muggles..."

"Of course, you're right." Draco thought of the disheveled Hermione, and thought of her jumping up and down to answer questions in class, with a hint of disgust in his heart, "No, you're absolutely right. "

"That's right, that's it." Nott nodded, with a look of contempt on his face, "And those Muggles...they don't understand what magic is, but we have to avoid them..."International Magical Secrecy Act" It's the stupidest law I've ever seen, unreasonable...the strong don't need to hide it, we should rule them, wizards are born noble, and pure blood wizards are even more so."

Draco nodded subconsciously, he was right, exactly what he had in mind... indeed, he was attracted to it at first, and it is still the same now.How could he have forgotten his original intention and everything he had carried... This is the unchanging tradition of the Malfoy family, they have always upheld this idea, and Draco never felt that there was anything wrong.

And what is he doing now? ...Why did he waver, why did he hesitate?

Because of Harry Potter.A small, clear voice answered in his head.

Because of Harry Potter, he had to give up his usual position, abandon his family, and make a choice that disappointed everyone... If Lucius knew what he had done, what would he think? ... He must be very disappointed in himself.

Draco finally knew the fundamental difference between himself and Harry. It was not a question of which camp he stood in, but a deeper, more desperate, and painful root of thought.

The reason why he and Harry stand on opposite sides is entirely because their worldviews and values ​​are completely different.If he changed for him—if he did, it would be far more hopeless than betrayal because of love.

Love is easily worn out by time and circumstances, but thoughts will become more and more steadfast in the process of tempering.

Draco knew that once he changed, there was no going back.And this price is likely to be unbearable for him.

Soon it was time to go to Hogsmeade, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione lined up at the entrance to the town, waiting to be scrutinized by Filch and his detector.

"I said, what does it matter if we take out the black magic items? Shouldn't we check what we bring in?" Ron said with some fear as he looked at the detectors turning around on him.

In the end, he was poked a few more times by the detector, grinning in pain.

Hogsmeade was above the snow line all year round, and the snow was flying heavily. Sporadic pieces of ice and snow fell on Harry's spectacle frames and the bridge of his nose. He pulled up his hood and wrapped his robe tightly.

Honeydukes was packed as usual, and Ron offered to go to the Three Broomsticks for a while - it was warmer with the heat on.

"The management of the school is really getting stricter recently," Ron muttered as soon as he sat down in his seat, and stretched out his arm to show Harry and Hermione the red mark that he was stabbed by the detector, "Filch That old man—”

"That's because the situation is getting serious, Ron." Hermione said seriously.

Harry turned his eyes casually to the right, but just in time to see Blaise lounging against a pillar not far away.He squinted his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Harry looked around him subconsciously, looking for a figure, but he failed, Blaise seemed to come alone.He listened to the howling snow wind outside, and the snow and ice made a thin rustling sound on the glass wall.The trees on the side of the road were blown up and down, and the butterbeer was brought up quickly.Harry opened a bottle and drank it sullenly, and Ron sat aside and drank without saying a word, but Harry knew that he was trying to attract the attention of the charming lady boss, Mrs. Rosmerta - he had already Liked her for a long time.

"Ron, what are you staring at?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Ron hurriedly looked away from the bar.

"I suppose your 'nothing' is holding more Firewhiskey in the back?" Hermione pointed out sharply.

Ron ignored her words and continued to drink silently with his glass.Harry put down his glass, stood up, and both friends looked at him.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said, "I'll be right back."

After speaking, he pulled out his chair and walked slowly towards the right side of the bar.He walked past Blaise casually, but the latter opened his eyes at this moment, staring at him contemptuously as if waking up from a dream.

When Harry was about to step over him, he said, "Potter."

Harry stopped immediately and turned to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Blaise paused, as if thinking about what to say, "...it's a pity that you didn't come to the party last time."

Harry turned cold when he heard this, thinking that Draco's friend was as bad as he was.As he was about to fight back, Blaise added intentionally or unintentionally: "Draco also feels sorry."

Well, this was definitely a blatant provocation, and Harry was sure Blaise would be uncomfortable trying to strike up a conversation with him.He calmed down and said as calmly as possible: "I think you may have made a mistake, Zabini... But I am also sorry that I can't attend the party. I would like to hear how he will boast about the great achievements of his family, as if thinking We're all fools..."

Blaise raised his eyebrows high.He folded his hands and looked at him coldly, pursing his thick lower lip: "...I think I'm great, huh? The savior of the world?... I'm holding on to this matter, I thought..."

For some reason, his words gave Harry an indelible sense of irritability, as if there was something disappointing about him.He interrupted Blaise boldly: "Of course I don't think so, but I know what I did."

Blaise didn't answer right away, he looked Harry around with a look of disdain that made Harry uncomfortable, and snorted: "Reckless and stupid, although I have never trusted Draco's eyes... But it was way worse than I expected.”

Harry could hardly bear his sarcasm, which he found Blaise to be even meaner than Draco's, and he made no secret of his hostility.There was no point in going on with this conversation, Harry thought.Suddenly, he felt a familiar figure flash past not far away, turned around and found that it was Nott.His heart tightened, and he quickly turned around and chased after him.

Nott's back disappeared behind a dirty pillar, and Harry ran a few steps to the pillar. He saw a small door hidden behind the pillar, which was slightly opened.Harry let out a breath, carefully opened the door, and stepped in silently.

Inside the door was a dark path, and the temperature inside was extremely low, completely different from the warmth outside.As Harry walked forward with his arms folded, he noticed a light was on in a room to the right - light streaming from the bottom of the door like a ribbon.Harry hurried to the door and leaned against the wall trying to eavesdrop.

"Give this to anyone...from the toilet..."

"Yes...that's right...let her hand it over to..."

The voice was low and indistinct, and Harry leaned closer to the door to hear it more clearly, but he didn't expect the door to be opened all of a sudden, and he didn't hear any footsteps—maybe it was because the man was standing right next to the door .Harry froze in fright, and at that moment there was only one thought that crossed his mind - why he didn't go out with the Invisibility Cloak.