[HP] End of Death

Harry wasn't afraid to be smashed to pieces.He has been destroyed countless times in this relationship, and his heart has long been tenacious.

But now he doesn't know what reason he has to keep going.

He had cheated him of his Felicia, and Draco was about to complete his plan... whatever it was, it was definitely not good for them.What on earth should he do?How could he make amends for his fault... It was undoubtedly his fault, it happened because he had undeserved feelings for him.

He should tell Dumbledore, Harry thought, but he had to notice that Dumbledore was out of school so often this term, and his place was always vacant at noon.It seems that he only shows up when giving him lessons.

It might be too late to tell Dumbledore on Saturday, but there was nothing Harry could do.He could only hope that Draco's plan didn't succeed so quickly, or that Dumbledore could think of some strategy to solve it.

These days Harry and Draco are back in the cold war again.Different from last time, this time they didn't speak at all, and their seats were far apart, as if they had made up their minds not to communicate with each other again.

Harry was completely disappointed in him, he no longer had any delusions about changing his mind, and now it was more important to do his own thing well and fulfill Dumbledore's entrustment.

When he and Hermione came back from the library that day, they saw a figure leaning against the corridor at the door of the Gryffindor lounge from a distance.He put his hands in his pockets and stared straight ahead, as if waiting for something.

Harry walked past him without turning his eyes, but Hermione gave him a curious look, and the two entered the lounge after saying the password.

Draco stared blankly at the closed door, the fat lady above yawned and pulled his golden puff sleeves.

He had heard the password they said just now, and he could also enter the lounge if he could.But he won't, and he can't.

He didn't know why he came here, maybe subconsciously felt that there was something here that could comfort him, although he might have forgotten that it had been destroyed by his own hands.

He watched him walk into the lounge without looking back, he didn't stop him, he knew he didn't have this position - maybe he just wanted to see him, but after seeing him, he felt that it was not enough.

Draco pressed his sore temples, and slowly crouched down against the wall.

He didn't want to go back to the dorm, not at all...but he had nowhere to go.Draco stared at the lines on the marble floor for a moment.He saw his own reflection, like an undead peeping quietly from the other side of the silver face, with a hideous, indifferent and solemn face.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, slowly got up and left.

There was silence in the bedroom, no one talked.Everyone was sitting on the bed going about their business, Crabbe was reading comics, Goyle was asleep, Blaise was reading a magazine, Knott was writing a letter.

Draco walked lightly to his bed. He was sitting on the soft mattress and was about to draw the curtains, but his eyes stopped on the letter in Nott's hand on the opposite bed.

He narrowed his eyes, walked slowly behind him, and leaned over to read the contents of his letter.

Nott didn't seem to notice his approach. He took a sip from the water glass on the bedside table, changed his posture and sat down, dipped his quill pen and continued to write.

Draco saw clearly what was written on his letter paper, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to tear the letter paper in his hand and tore it in half.

"What are you doing?!" Nott turned his head suddenly, but just in time to see the boy lit the fire with his wand and burned the letter paper to ashes.Black paper embers floated in the air, Nott turned and jumped at him, Draco took a step back and raised his wand.

"One step closer will give you a taste of the Unforgivable Curse, Theodore."

Nott tilted his head, his neck twisted and made a weird creaking sound.He walked back to his bed without saying a word, took out his wand from his coat pocket, and pointed it directly at Draco's eyes:

"Try it if you can, Draco, you think I'm afraid?"

Draco's eyebrows moved, and the corners of his mouth twisted into an arc: "I want to see what other skills you have besides snitching, Theodore...you lazy, shameless bastard..."

"—The front teeth match is great!"

"stop!"

Some people screamed loudly, some people rolled off the bed in fright, and the red magic beams were like bullets digging small holes in the wall.The vase was broken, the schoolbag was smashed, the books inside were scattered all over the floor, and the dark green bed curtain was pulled to the ground, tripping the stupid Gore.

"Iron armor protection!" An invisible transparent barrier was erected between the red-eyed two people, separating them.Blaise gasped slightly, staring at Nott and Draco with an ugly expression.

He put down his wand, and said coldly, "I'm not afraid of being ridiculed if it spreads... Fighting in the dormitory? Draco, you are still a prefect, and you actually took the lead in doing such a thing..."

"You reminded me, Blaise..." Draco wiped the blood on his cheek with one hand, and lowered his arm, "I suggest you restrain yourself, Theodore... Be careful that I will punish you and punish you for confinement."

"Ha, confinement! Draco, you are only capable of these dirty tricks. If you are more capable, you should do something meaningful instead of messing around here!" Nott sneered.

"Nonsense? Are you talking about me?" Draco laughed back angrily, "You're talking about who is more incompetent after all, who doesn't do anything but threatens me... Believe it or not, if you continue like this, I will kill you." -"

"What are you doing?" Nott interrupted him directly, "You can't do anything, because you're just a coward!"

"—I'll kill you."

The room fell into silence for an instant.Nott stared at him like he was about to pop his eyes out.Crabbe and Goyle looked at them stupidly, as if they didn't know what was going on.Blaise snorted, raised his chin and folded his hands, his voice was cold:

"Have you had enough noise? Go to bed when you've had enough noise! ​​You guys quarreled and fought today, should you calm down now?"

Draco and Nott stared at each other without speaking, and didn't know if they listened.

"Clean up the room now, I hope you can reflect on it..." Blaise said and repaired the broken vase with the restoration spell.But the originally lush flowers inside cannot be repaired.

Draco silently put back the collapsed bed curtain and straightened his schoolbag.He lay back on the bed and pulled the curtains shut, sinking himself into total darkness.

——what do I want? ...I miss you dead, Draco.

——If you continue like this, I will kill you.

These two curse-like words kept echoing in his brain, overlapping one after another, he hugged his head, struggled and turned over, lying upright like a dying fish, the fish tail froze from time to time. twitching.

He suddenly took out the small golden bottle in his pocket and threw it to the corner of the bed, fell down on the bed and lay there for a while, then sat up like a carp, frantically removed the quilt to retrieve the Felician, and squeezed it carefully hand.

Because of this, Harry said that to him... No, no, it's because his deceit made him disappointed in him... After all, it's because of the difference in concept between them, this era forces them to take a stand , which makes all tolerance and tolerance lose the remaining gap.

He shook the golden liquid in the bottle. It was full and jumping like a hovering golden eagle, bringing good blessings to the world.A golden light ignited deep in the pupils of his eyes, and Draco closed them.

These joys are only fleeting moments, only loneliness and pain are the eternal themes.