[HP] End of Death

Harry managed to make it to Saturday.He has never felt that a week can be so long. This week, he has been paying attention to the "Daily Prophet" all the time, but apart from the dementors making trouble a few times, there is no major news happening, which makes him feel at ease heart.

He could often see Draco at the door of the Gryffindor common room these days.He didn't go in, and he didn't react when he saw Harry, as if a sculpture stood there, deserted.Harry didn't say a word to him, and he was like a stranger.

As he walked towards Dumbledore's office that night, he saw Draco standing there again.His body seemed to be integrated with the night, dyed with cold gray and silver-purple light, like cast iron.

Harry glanced at him and continued walking. He thought that Draco would continue to maintain his statue-like form this time, but he moved his frozen legs stiffly, and slowly followed up.

Harry was inexplicably agitated. He wanted to stop him from following him, but he didn't even want to talk to him, so he strode forward sullenly.

When he came to the stone monster leading to Dumbledore's office, Harry whispered "lemonade", the monster slowly moved away, and just as he stepped into the elevator in front of him, Draco forced his way in.

"What are you doing here?!" Harry was startled and angry, and subconsciously touched the wand in his pocket. Draco leaned over and pressed his wrist, staring at him with gray eyes, like a wolf staring at it prey.He tilted his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The staircase spirals upwards around the sacred statue of the central flame phoenix.He was kissed by Draco against the wall, his strength was incredible, Harry even felt that he wanted to imprison him here forever, in the dark sea.

But this feeling quickly disappeared, because the elevator stopped and they reached their destination.Harry pushed him hard, out of the narrow space.He strode forward, stopped and knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.

"Come in." A gentle voice came from the door.Harry pushed the door open, and Draco followed.

The office is enveloped in a soft silver light, and all kinds of wonderful silverware are bubbling.The old man sitting at the desk raised his head, pushed the pair of half-moon glasses, and pointed to the two chairs in front of the desk:

"Sit down, Harry, and Draco."

Harry sat down in his chair and said quickly, "Sorry, Professor, I couldn't stop Malfoy from following."

Dumbledore nodded and looked at Draco.The boy's face was a little yellow, his eyes were dim, and he looked as if he hadn't slept well for several days.

"Well, Draco, I thought you might have something to say to me," he said.

Draco looked at Dumbledore, the man he was about to kill.He didn't know what he was doing, but he just wanted to sit here and experience the most direct feeling of dying.Maybe something is wrong with him.

"I want to hear a few words from you, Professor."

As soon as the words were finished, Harry turned his head to look at him, those green eyes looked straight at him, as if trying to figure out what he meant.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, shaking his head slightly: "I'm afraid not, Draco. I can't think of anything to say to you, you know, if you need some psychological counseling, you should speak out about your situation. "

"I don't need any counseling," Draco snapped off, "I thought you'd have some... useless advice, or something."

"I did prepare some words like this, but I didn't mean to say them to you." Dumbledore's eyes were still the kind of calm and caring that he hated. "You are not ready yet, Draco. You came too soon." It's too early... come here after you really understand."

"Really understand? Understand what?" Draco asked, but Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "You will know when the time comes."

Draco stared at him for a moment, then stood up abruptly to leave, the chair fell to the ground from the force.Harry lifted the chair up, and he looked at Dumbledore with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Sorry, Professor," he said, "I..."

"It's nothing, Harry." Dumbledore didn't seem to care about Draco's rudeness at all, "Let's go to class first, today's content is very important."

"But, Professor, I want to say that I accidentally gave Malfoy the Felix Felix." Harry said hastily, "I know he's been plotting something bad... I—this was my mistake. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at him anxiously, waiting for his answer.Dumbledore pondered for a while, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "You said you gave Draco the Felicia Felix? But I see you still have a bottle in your pocket, Harry."

"Huh?" Harry was taken aback, subconsciously reached into his right pocket and touched it - there was only one wand, then rummaged through his left pocket, and even touched a small glass bottle.He took it out and nervously observed the golden liquid inside, but soon the trace of joy gathered in his heart fell again.

"Half the bottle of Felix Felicia has been poured out, Professor." Harry was a little dejected.

"But he didn't take it all, did he? And he really had no other intentions, so the tragedy should have happened long ago... In my opinion, Draco probably hasn't used that bottle of Felicia by now." Dumbledore handed over Folding his fingers, he said in a low voice, "Maybe you have noticed, Harry, he has been doing some meaningless things recently, such as barging into my office recklessly, which is what he would do under normal circumstances." won't come out."

Harry listened to him in silence, without speaking.He did realize it, but he was forcing himself to ignore it.

"What I just said is actually meant for you, Harry. Maybe you'll find it useless...but I hope you'll listen anyway."

"To me? Professor?" Harry said uneasy. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"I hope you will persist for a while. I know this request is very harsh, especially for you, it is very unfair...Of course, you can choose to refuse, which has no substantial impact on our overall plan, but I hope you can Think it over, think it over...maybe my proposal is not the best one, but I think it might be much better than what he wants to choose."

For some reason, Dumbledore didn't make it clear, but Harry just knew what he meant.He couldn't tell what he was feeling, a little surprised, but more of a vague and complicated sadness.

How much did Dumbledore know...?He thought, maybe he knew it all, maybe he just guessed... If it was the latter situation, why did he have to bear it?

"Professor, I've tried," he said, "but it's not working. It's hard to change...very hard."

"Sometimes failure after failure is the ladder to success, Harry. The most difficult thing is to persevere. Of course, the most important thing is whether you are willing or not." Dumbledore looked at him gently with blue eyes, With a hint of encouragement, Harry turned his head away from meeting his eyes.

"I know, Professor, but... maybe your words will be more convincing than mine, I mean, from the perspective of the elders—"

"No, Harry, this can only be done by you." Dumbledore shook his head, "No one else can do it but you. Sometimes all it takes to push a soul off a cliff is one sentence, It goes without saying...and saving a soul from the brink is not as difficult as you might think."

Harry pursed his lips, but said nothing.He thought of the figure standing at the door of the lounge, the curse in the broken bathroom, and the various entanglements that happened in the dark... He has been avoiding recalling these things, but some things cannot just pass like this.

"I think we'd better go to class first, Professor," he said.