[HP] End of Death

The Quidditch game of this semester is coming soon, and Harry has been reluctant to find a new player to replace Katie, although many people have pointed this out, consciously or unconsciously.He hoped that Katie would recover before the game and return to the ball game, but as time passed that hope became less and less, and he had to consider drafting a new player.

But Harry felt he could never bear to have another House Trial.One day after Transfiguration class, he cornered his classmate Dean in the hallway: "Are you still interested in playing Chaser?"

"What—? Yes, of course!" Dean said excitedly.

"Well, you can join," said Harry. "Training tonight, seven o'clock."

"Okay, that's great, Harry! Oops, I gotta tell Ginny about that!"

Dean hurried away with his schoolbag on his back. Before Harry could turn around, someone pushed him from behind, and he almost fell to the ground.He turned sideways and pushed back the glasses that had slid down.

"Go away, Potter, you're blocking my way." Sure enough, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing in front of him with fake smiles on their faces.

Harry glanced at the empty corridor, and walked to the other side without saying a word.

Draco narrowed his eyes and looked at him, a pang of anger rising inside him.This was not the reaction he was expecting... No, actually he didn't know what he was expecting, but there was no doubt that he hated the other party's indifference, which made him feel annoyed that he had nowhere to vent his anger feel.

"You picked two of your classmates, Potter." Draco sneered, crossing his arms. "Weasley, who was born on the garbage dump, and that—what's it called—"

"Dean Thomas." Harry reminded coldly, "Don't talk until you can't say your name, Malfoy."

"I bet your team will be in trouble," Draco smirked, clenching his fingers threateningly, "You're going to be beaten to pieces by us."

"Just wait and see, Malfoy. I hope your new broom will bring you a little luck in catching the Snitch." Harry shot back, turning and following Ron and Hermione away.

In training in the evening, as soon as Dean got on the broom, Harry had no regrets about choosing him. He cooperated very well with Ginny and Demirza, and the performance of batsmen Perks and Gut was getting better and better. Well, the only problem is Ron.

Harry had always known that Ron's mental quality was not very good, and he was always very nervous before the game, and this upcoming first game seemed to induce all his psychological problems.He missed six balls, four of them from Ginny, and one hit Demelza on the nose, and Harry had to do a little work to stop her bleeding.

The training was very bad, and Ron was also in a very low mood. Harry comforted him all the way to cheer him up a little.But when they passed a corner on the eighth floor, they ran into Dean and Ginny who were kissing like glue. This scene made Ron almost explode.

"I don't want to see my own sister cuddling with others in public!"

"There was no one in this corridor, you broke in by yourself!"

They were yelling at each other angrily, and Harry managed to hold Ron against the wall to stop him from hexing Ginny.

"He was just talking, Ginny—"

"Hmph, that's what he thinks!" Ginny suddenly got angry at Harry, "Because he has never made out with anyone else, and because he has only been kissed by our Aunt Muriel since he was a child!"

"Shut up!" Ron's face turned purple.

Inside the wall on the eighth floor.

"...Why is it so noisy outside?" Nott, who was studying the manual that Draco had finally found, raised his head in confusion. He glanced at Draco who was sitting not far away, writing his homework for the Transfiguration class. Didn't seem to hear him, "Draco?"

"Huh?" The boy looked up, a drop of ink landed on the parchment, and Nott had already walked to the wall to eavesdrop.A strange smile gradually appeared on his face.

"It's Potter and Weasley outside, Draco," he said in a mocking tone. "They seem to be discussing kissing."

"What?" Before he could react, Draco jumped up, and the parchment fell to the ground.

"Come here and listen yourself." Nott shrugged.

Draco walked to the wall without saying a word, and put his ear against the wall.The quarrel outside came to his ears, and he found that there seemed to be not only two people in the corridor, but also a sharp female voice——

"...What a pity! If you could cuddle with other people yourself, you wouldn't care so much what other people are doing!"

"Do you know what you're talking about—"

"Stop it, Ron!"

"Are you kissing a pig? Or do you hide a picture of Aunt Muriel under your pillow?"

Nott listened with relish, and added a comment from time to time: "I really didn't expect Weasley to care about such a thing, it's really embarrassing for him—"

"That girl who spoke was Ginny Weasley?" Draco asked abruptly.

"Yeah, that's right, the little girl from the Weasley family is said to be liked by quite a few people," Nott sneered, "Oh, I also heard that she used to like Potter..."

"Is there such a thing?" Draco frowned almost invisibly.

"Looks like Pansy said," Nott admitted, "that she wrote Potter a love letter on Valentine's Day in her first year. And she's on the Gryffindor team now."

Draco seemed to have such a thing when he thought about it, he seemed to have laughed at them at that time...

"It's ridiculous," he pretended to laugh lightly, and Nott gave him a strange look. "What did she write?"

"How do I know?" Nott's eyes became even more strange, he frowned and asked, "Hey, Draco, don't you like the little Weasley bastard too?"

"What?" Draco nearly choked and coughed several times, "Don't talk nonsense, Theodore, how could I fall in love with Weasley?"

Nott's expression was still a little weird, but he didn't ask any more questions, lazily picked up the manual and sat aside to continue studying.

Draco picked up the parchment on the floor and shook the dust off it.He was barely an inch into his Transfiguration paper, and Professor McGonagall had warned him he would be locked up if he didn't turn in his homework.

He dipped the ink with the quill pen and continued to make up on the parchment, but his heart was full of what he had just heard.

Love letters... love letters... he thought, the first love letter Harry received was not his... well, he never thought of writing him a love letter... no, he seemed to have written it, but that It's time to send it to others in order to make him angry.

Should I write another letter to him?All the little girls in the Weasley family have written love letters to him. Would it make him very upset that he didn't write one?But in their current state, if he sent him a love letter, he might tear it up angrily... Draco patted his head violently, ruffling his hair.

He's been thinking about something messy... The homework hasn't been finished yet, and the task hasn't made any progress!And why should he write a love letter, shouldn't it be Harry who wrote it to him?

Thinking of this, he nodded seriously.Not far away looked at his unpredictable expression, thinking that this person has become more and more weird recently, as if he is in love... Could it be that he really fell in love with Weasley?Uh, should this be included in the report to the Dark Lord...