[HP] End of Death

Harry found it difficult to describe what he was feeling right now, it was like a tangled ball of thread, pulling out a single thread could involve all the complicated trajectories, and all kinds of feelings filled his heart.

Classes these days have turned into a kind of war.He took every class with Draco, which meant that they had countless opportunities to see each other every day, and it was all too easy to argue, sneer, and cause stumbling blocks.

Harry's excellent performance in Potions class had always made Draco bitter, and he moved the cauldron next to him for several days trying to explore his secrets, and finally discovered the wonders of the book.

"So you're cheating, Potter," he said viciously. "What do you think Slughorn would think if he found out?"

Harry didn't answer, he just turned off the fire under the cauldron with his wand.

"Potter!"

And in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the two have been tit for tat.Snape always had them practice spells in pairs on purpose, and every time Harry and Draco were able to turn the lesson into a disaster of jinx experimentation, the end result was usually the two of them. to the school hospital.

This time Harry lay in the hospital again while Madam Pomfrey repaired the swollen abscess on his arm, while Hermione sat by and sighed and restored his shattered glasses for the third time.

"I don't care if you do this again, Harry." She put the glasses in his hands.

"It's all Malfoy's fault, Hermione. This time he's the one who started—"

"I don't care whose fault it is," she glared at him, "in short, if there is a next time—"

"I think there's bound to be a next time—"

"I'll teach Malfoy a lesson."

"Huh?" Harry was stunned when he heard this, and a sharp and sarcastic voice sounded from another hospital bed: "Granger, are you going to teach me a lesson? What right do you, a Mudblood, have to teach me?" ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry pulled out his wand from his pocket. Madam Pomfrey shouted "No magic in the ward", and urged Hermione to leave quickly.

"Anyway, Harry, Professor Slughorn asked me to invite you to his Christmas party. You can't escape this time, because he asked me to see when you are free." Hermione said before leaving He seized the time and said, "By the way, you have to be careful. I heard a dozen girls discussing how to make you drink the love potion in the bathroom before. They all hope to be taken to the party by you. If I change Just invite someone so quickly that no one else thinks they have a chance. Goodbye, Harry."

There was an eerie silence in the ward after she left.He stared at the bed in front of him for a while, the blond lock of hair was still, but Harry felt that Draco seemed to have something to say, but he didn't see the opportunity - Ron and Lavender left Come in.

Hermione and Ron seemed determined not to speak to each other or sit together in class, and Harry had to work between the two.

"She can't complain," said Ron. "She kissed Krum and found out someone tried to kiss me. Hey, free country, I didn't do anything wrong."

Harry didn't answer, he was looking at the scar Draco had left on him, which Madam Pomfrey said would take at least three days to fully fade.

"I never promised Hermione anything," muttered Ron. "I was going to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, but she never said... just friends... I'm a free man." ..."

And when Harry returned to the lounge, Romilda Vane greeted him with a smile on his face: "Hey, Harry, would you like a glass of canyon water?"

"Uh, no need." Harry refused, and hurriedly left with Ron.

Harry had hoped his two friends would be reconciled before Christmas, but that now seems unlikely.In this transfiguration class, Hermione mocked Ron's failed eyebrow dyeing meanly, and Ron imitated Hermione jumping up and down to answer questions. Hermione was almost crying, and she ran out after class , didn't take half of the things.

Draco, who was sitting in the back row, watched Harry chasing out with Hermione's book in his arms, stuffed the transformation textbook heavily into his schoolbag, left his seat without saying a word, and kicked Ron's desk by the way .

These days, as Christmas approaches, his temper has become more and more grumpy and erratic, and Goyle and Crabbe don't bother to touch him, so he has to berate the juniors in the common room for laughing too loudly. born.

And when Draco went to the bathroom, he found that the whole bathroom was flooded, and boys kept running out of it holding their heads.He glanced in, only to see Peeves trying to unscrew a chandelier.He turned on all the taps.

"Oh--baby's asking the crazy girl to the party! Baby's in love with the girl! Baby's love--in love with the--mother!" he giggled and screamed as he flitted around, Draco frowned.

"Who's the silly baby?" he asked, but Peeves didn't hear him, he flew to the other side and turned on another faucet, and the sudden jet of water soaked Draco's trousers up.

However, he soon confirmed his suspicions, because when he returned to the common room, it seemed that the whole school knew about it-Harry Potter had invited crazy girl Luna Lovegood to the party.

"—I can't believe it, I can only say that birds of a feather flock together—"

"He's going to take a fancy to a crazy girl! Potter's eyes are—"

"I'm looking forward to seeing the joke that day, how do you think the crazy girl will dress up that day?"

"I don't know if Potter's lost his mind—"

With a gloomy expression, Draco stuffed the folded letter paper into a black gift box, took out a piece of parchment and started to do his homework.However, he didn't write a few words, Blaise came over and sat down in front of him, with an inscrutable smile on his face: "Pansy asked me to ask who you plan to invite to the party, Draco."

Draco looked up at him, but said nothing.

"I told her she'd better ask it herself," Blaise continued. "It's interesting that Theodore was curious about the answer to that question, too."

Draco paused at the tip of his pen, and subconsciously clenched the quill in his hand.

"He asked me on the sidelines if you had a little interest in any girl, I replied absolutely not, Draco is only interested in the savior—" After receiving the murderous gaze from the other party, Blaise shrugged. Shrugged, "Well, I didn't say the last sentence."

"It seems that Theodore is free enough to care about these things." Draco put down his pen coldly, and snorted, "Okay, then tell him, I invite him to the Christmas party."

"Huh?" Blaise was stunned for a second, then laughed out loud, "Hahaha! You can't be serious, are you?"

"You can see how serious I am." Draco returned to his previous lazy look, lowered his head and continued to do his homework.

Blaise was amused for a while, thinking about Nott's reaction after knowing the news.He glanced at the boy in front of him again, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, what's going on with you and Potter recently?"

"What's going on?" Draco groaned inwardly.

"Let's put it this way, last semester you were always dying for Potter, very hypocritical (Draco: "Who are you calling hypocritical?"), but these days it seems that you have a lot of fun fighting with him... "

Draco raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, and he also felt that something was wrong, but he also thought that the current situation was different from last semester.At that time, he hurt him just to hurt him, and tortured himself almost insane, but now...they insisted on their respective positions.

Draco was sorry that he couldn't agree with him on the concept, but he wouldn't give up easily either.

"It's none of your business," he said, "I have my own ideas."

"Well, this is your business after all," Blaise stood up, "but if it were me, I can't stand this kind of mutual torture, advance and retreat without a point. It's just masochistic."