[HP] End of Death

During the last hours of the party, Harry had been sitting silently on the sofa in the corner drinking hot beer. The sweltering air in the room made him feel very comfortable at this moment, especially his shivering legs and back that were rubbing sorely. have been greatly comforted.

"I told you to wait for me on the balcony, Potter." Harry felt the sofa sinking, sat down on the armrest by himself, and stretched out his hand to put his glasses on.

Harry snorted, muttered "inhuman", took off his glasses, wiped the snow on them with his sleeves, and put them back on.He searched for Hermione and Luna in the crowd. Luna was chatting with the vampire bloody and the weird sisters, but Hermione was missing. Harry couldn't help but suspect that she might have left the house to avoid Cormac.

In the end, Harry and Luna went back to their respective house towers together - he could feel Draco staring at him from behind, and after they said goodbye, Harry walked back to the dormitory, just in time to see Ron sitting on the bed in a daze.

"How was the party?" he asked, his voice erratic.

"Hmm...it's okay, there are a lot of people here." Harry took off his coat and covered it on a black box on the bedside table.

"By the way, Hermione and Cormac are really together?"

"I saw them at the party, but I don't think they got on that well."

Ron finally looked refreshed.The two talked for a few more words, then he suddenly remembered something, pointed to Harry's bedside table and said, "By the way, Harry, Dumbledore asked Justin to send you a note, and he asked you to send me a note next Saturday." Go to his class. I put the paper under that box."

"Oh - oh, yes. By the way, what is this box?" Harry asked curiously as he removed his coat, took a look at the parchment from under the box.

"I don't know, Justin brought it together. He looked a little strange at that time...Maybe I'm nervous..."

Harry didn't think much of it, though, because he and Ron were going back to the Burrow for Christmas the next day.

The sixth grade courses are becoming more and more difficult. Hermione seems to be the only one who understands Gobalot's third law in the recent Potions class. At that time, the expression on her face was extremely smug—— She was fed up with being surpassed every Potions class.

However, when Harry took No. 1 by relying on a small note on the book and doing almost nothing, both Hermione and Draco were so annoyed that they couldn't tell who was more angry.

"You thought of it yourself, didn't you, Harry!" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"You wait, Potter, I'll tell Slughorn after class!" Draco threatened fiercely, and Harry was delighted to find that something like cat feces had been splashed on him.

"Then you have to take a good shower first, or I think Professor Slughorn may not want to see you." He sneered.

When they returned to the common room, they saw a large group of students gathered around the bulletin board. Ron squeezed his way into the crowd and looked up for a moment, excitedly telling them that Apparition class was about to begin.

"'If you're seventeen or fourteen by August 31st, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by a Ministry of Magic Apparition teacher', it says! "

Harry nodded absently, noticing that it was cloudy outside, and it looked like it was going to rain again.

The first Apparition class was arranged in the auditorium. When Harry and Hermione came to the hall together, he found that all the tables and chairs were gone, and there were dim lights on the walls, reflecting everyone's cheeks purple Tong's.

The Apparition instructor was a small wizard, strangely pale, with transparent eyelashes, and a slender figure that looked utterly unreal.Harry speculated that perhaps Apparation had made him so thin - or that his body type was more suitable for Apparation.

"Hi everyone, my name is Vikki Tecrosse, and I will be your Apparition instructor for the next twelve weeks. Hope we get along well for the rest of the sessions—"

"Listen carefully, Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall snapped suddenly.

Harry turned his head immediately, and he saw Draco blushing and angrily walking away from Nott, they seemed to be arguing just now.

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall and slipped quietly to the periphery of the crowd.Tecrosse was still talking, and he moved carefully behind Draco and the others, listening to their conversation calmly:

"You have to listen to me, Theodore, I am the leader of this plan!"

"You? Who said that? Let's put it this way, Draco, I'm warning you, the Dark Lord said I could take your place if he found out you were treacherous, and what you did that day—"

"That day? What day?"

"I've seen it all! It's just..." Nott's voice lowered and became indistinct.Harry saw the expression on Draco's face change, he seemed to be fighting back anger and fear.

"I can explain, Theodore," he said after a pause.

"You don't mean to say that everything you do is for the mission?" Nott sneered.

"It's just for the mission, Theodore... I'm just using him, don't worry..."

"Anyway, if you can't do anything these days, I will report to the master..."

Nott left, and Draco stood there motionless.His cheeks were tense, and his eyes were literally on fire.

"I don't do anything, and I want to sit back and enjoy the benefits... This kind of threat..." He cursed and spat.He scratched his light blond hair and glanced back. Harry quickly hid behind a boy, thinking about what Draco and the others were planning.

As soon as Harry returned to the dormitory, he took out his Marauder's Map and looked for Draco on it. He found that after class, he left the auditorium and returned to the Slytherin lounge. Nott, Blaise, Goyle and Crabbe was in the dormitory.

It was impossible to tell what Draco was doing from here, he thought, and from now on he was going to keep a close eye on his every move.

Harry put away the Marauder's Map after saying "The mischief is over."He saw the black box quietly placed on the bedside table, so he took it over and untied the silk and satin tied on it.The box was tightly closed, and Harry had a hard time opening it.With too much force, the reaction when the lid snapped open made him fall backwards, and a piece of paper floated out of it and landed on the bottom of the bed.

Harry sat up again, and he found that there was a small golden bottle in the box, with Latin writing on it that he couldn't understand.

"What is this?" Harry turned the vial around, and there was a small label on the back, which read "The longer it is stored, the stronger the effect, please take it in time." "Did Dumbledore prepare it for me?"

He looked again at the note Dumbledore had left him, which didn't mention the potion, and couldn't help feeling extremely confused.

"What is this, Harry?" Ron came out of the toilet, looking at the small bottle in his hand curiously, "Is this from that box? It looks like Felicia..."

He took the small bottle from Harry, opened the cork and smelled it, a dreamy look appeared on his face, and his brows relaxed quietly: "Ah...it's very wonderful, Harry, it smells so good, you can smell it Look...I don't think it's anything harmful...I think I see..."

Bewildered, he handed the bottle to Harry, his arms held high and wobbly.Harry was about to remind him to put the stopper on first, when Ron shook his hand, the bottle fell, half of the liquid splashed on Harry, and some spilled on his face, making his face smudged Yes, even a few drops seeped in from the crevice of the lips - the taste was unexpectedly sweet, like some kind of sweet wine.

He and Ron stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.