[HP] End of Death

Slytherin bedroom.

For some reason, Draco never told anyone else that he had received Felicia, neither Blaise nor Nott, let alone Crabbe and Goyle.

He didn't use it either.This is very strange, because before that he longed for it so much, he even sometimes dreamed of a golden ocean, and Voldemort stood on the shore admiring him... Of course, he also has this kind of dream now, but the meaning is different. become different.

Draco took it out every night before going to bed, looked at it, shook it gently, and put it back in his pocket.He didn't know what the point of doing this was.

He knew he was still hesitating.If he was determined enough, he should go to the Room of Requirement to complete the task immediately, but in fact he hasn't been there for more than ten days.

Draco sighed, covering his eyes with his hands.He took out the bottle of Felicia from his pocket again, and stuck it on his thin eyelids.He felt cold, like a tranquilizer running through his blood.

He took it off, put it to his lips and kissed it.

The bed curtain was suddenly pulled open with a hiss, and a person poked his head in, with a somewhat hasty voice: "We must have a good talk, Draco. I don't want to quarrel with you, but you have to admit—what is this?" ?”

Before Draco could take the Felix Elixir back, Nott snatched it. He stared at it for a second, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes: "God, Felix Elixir! You are so good!" Why didn't your stuff come out sooner?"

As he said that, he wanted to put the glass bottle in his pocket, and Draco twisted his arm and broke his hand hard.However, Nott held on tightly, and he would not let go. The two gradually wrestled into a ball and rolled to the ground.

"Let go, Draco!" Nott yelled.

"Give it back to me!" Draco desperately broke his arm, one leg stuck firmly to his knee.

"It doesn't matter whoever it is!" Nott screamed, and he hit him hard on the back, making a loud, crisp sound, "Let go of me—"

They grabbed each other by the collar, and Nott kicked hard, pressing Draco's shoulders hard to the ground, punching him in the face.Draco thought his eyes must be swollen and burning, and his nose seemed to be bleeding.

He held the corner of the bedside table with one hand, and pushed it towards Nott's forehead with all his strength.He heard the boy's cry of pain, and relaxed a little according to his strength.Draco seized the opportunity to break free from his grip, but bumped his head against the edge of the bed as he got up, blinded.

He shook his head, and rushed to snatch the Felix Elixir from Nott's hand, but the latter bit his finger with such force that he almost bit off a piece of flesh.Draco tried to pull back his hand, but the pain was unbearable.He stretched out his other hand to push his forehead and pinch his neck, but he still didn't let go. Draco found a hard triangular metal piece from his pocket, pulled it out and stuck it hard on his chest. on the cheek.

"what--!"

Jaws of his teeth finally loosened, and Draco took a step back.His fingers could hardly be opened, the deep teeth marks had begun to ooze blood, and his other hand was also stained with blood-he moved his eyes to Nott's face, which had been covered by him. There was a bloody cut on the metal piece, which was hideous and terrifying.

Nott touched his face, stared at the blood on his hands for a second, his expression distorted instantly, like a damaged oil painting.

He threw the Felix Elixir on his bed, pulled off the bed curtain that had just been repaired a few days ago, and covered Draco's body, covering his head tightly, pressing the edge of the fabric with both hands and pressing him to the ground, punching He punched him.

Draco was almost out of breath by the tight bed curtains, he struggled and kicked Nott's chest with all his strength, but was pushed back hard by the other's hard knee.

No part of his body seemed to be intact, and the field of vision covered by the bed curtain was still shaking and falling.His body was aching and burning, anger and sorrow were burning in his veins, and the blood was almost evaporating out of his body... He struggled and stretched out his hand, trying to stab him with that sharp piece of metal, but Nott opened his hand, savagely He hit the corner of the bed, and the sharp pain at that moment almost made him convulse.

He knew the target of the metal piece was too small, and he put it away, patting and groping beside it with his palms... He touched something cold, it seemed to be a glass bottle, and he grabbed it.

When Blaise pushed open the bedroom door, what he saw was a mess all over the floor. The boy buried under the dark green bed curtain took a wine bottle and smashed it heavily on the head of the boy on him.

The crystal liquid and glass shards splashed in all directions, splashing on the surrounding beds, floors, and walls, and a few drops of liquid also spilled on Blaise's coat, soaking it all up.He was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly to drag Nott off Draco, and lifted the curtain covering Draco.

The glare of the light made it hard for him to open his eyes, and Draco struggled to sit up, enduring the pain all over his body.His coat was torn a big hole, several shirt buttons fell off, leaving only bare threads, and his socks were kicked off, leaving only one hanging on the sole of his foot.

He staggered to his feet on the bedpost, and Blaise was squatting beside Nott, cleaning the booze and glass off his face.He turned his head and looked at Draco, just as he was about to say something, the body of the boy lying on the ground suddenly twitched like a sieve, his eyes rolled up, his hands clutched his throat tightly—the next moment, he was powerless It fell to the ground with a bang.

Both of them stood there stupidly, staring at Nott's lifeless face in a daze.Blaise turned around slowly, and asked in a trembling voice:

"What's in that bottle?"

school clinic.

A cold gray light shrouded the cold and pale bed.The heels of the shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the wooden floor, clicking and creaking, like gray drumbeats.

Madam Pomfrey was walking around in the ward, very busy.She gave Nott a lot of strange potions, and injected him with a purple potion, and the boy's complexion gradually improved.

Madam Pomfrey healed the flesh wounds on their bodies in a second, but it took some work for the blood marks on Draco's hands because she had to confirm whether there was any bacterial infection.

"Send it any later and he'll die!" she said seriously, her eyes fixed on Draco, who bowed his head silently.

He and Blaise sat quietly on the chairs in the room, neither of them speaking.Draco buried his face in his palms.

"...Where did that bottle of poisoned wine come from?" Blaise asked after a while.

"...We bought it at the Three Broomsticks. It was meant to be given away." Draco replied sullenly.

Blaise wasn't saying anything.He faintly heard a suppressed sob coming from beside him, and he turned his head away from looking at him, but he could still see Draco's shoulders shrugging and shaking from the corner of his eye.

"I'll go out for a while." Draco stood up suddenly, and walked out of the room without looking back, without giving Blaise a chance to stay.

He walked slowly in the dark and silent corridor, the gray candlelight was like a shaking ghost, and the armor standing in the corner reflected the cold silver light.He felt that everyone in those portraits was facing him, squinting at him with cold eyes, discussing his sins in low voices... Draco drew his hood and bowed his head in silence.He felt an unnatural cold rising from the soles of his feet.

"Hey! Stop and fight with me!" A knight on a horse suddenly shouted, waving the sword in his hand at him.Draco ignored him, but the Jazz ran to a nearby painting frame and continued to chase him.

"Fight with me, you coward!"

"I'm not a coward!" he couldn't help retorting, but the knight on horseback laughed and continued in that sonorous voice: "Then fight me! Fight!"

Draco pulled his hood tighter and quickened his pace.He's not a coward, of course he's not... He's just a little tired... The figure of Nott lying on the ground as if dead appeared in his mind, his heart pounding violently against his ribs, he stopped by the wall, leaning on his back Against the cold wall, the body slowly slid down.

He buried his face in his knees, tears falling silently.