[HP] End of Death

The day Hogwarts was closed, only members of the Order of the Phoenix, a few DA members, and Draco remained in the vast campus.He packed his luggage early, stepped into the empty red leather train, randomly found a car at the end and sat down, opened the window to let the wind blow his thin bangs.

The car started, and the horn sounded alone.This was perhaps the first time he hadn't heard the lively noise coming from the corridor.

He sat and listened for a while, then took out the battered Potions textbook that Harry had used from his schoolbag and started flipping through it.

However, he hadn't read a few pages when Hermione, Ron and Ginny knocked on the door suddenly, opened the door and walked in and sat opposite him.

Draco looked up at them, closed the book and stuffed it back into the bag, without saying a word.

The three of them glanced at each other, Ron cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "That's right, Malfoy, Professor McGonagall asked us to ask you—"

"I've told you all I know, there's no point asking, Weasley." Draco interrupted him, "Besides, I prefer to be alone."

"If Professor McGonagall didn't ask us to come, do you think I'd like to sit here?" Ron was very annoyed, he seemed to want to stand up, but Hermione pushed him back, "—she asked us to ask you, you now Where are you planning to go back?"

Draco froze, closed his mouth tightly, and looked at them expressionlessly.

"She meant that if you had nowhere to go, you could come with us to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix—"

"I have somewhere to go, and you don't need to care about it." Draco said coldly.

Ron blushed and leaned heavily on the back of the chair with his arms folded, as if he had made up his mind never to speak to him again.Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, the former sighed, took over the conversation, and asked as nicely as possible:

"So where are you going, Malfoy?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm obligated to report my whereabouts to you, Granger." Draco sneered, looking at them with his head tilted, his chin lifted, as if to see what they had to say.

"Listen, Malfoy, I don't know how you convinced Professor McGonagall—" Ron couldn't help but interjected.

"I didn't convince her—"

"—but we all think it's irresponsible for you to run around by yourself!"

Suddenly they fell silent.Draco glared at Ron, as if there was something terribly disgusting in his face.Then an uncomfortable smirk slowly unfolded on his face, he tapped his fingers on the table, and his tone was extremely sharp: "Oh, really?... You think I'm irresponsible? Don't you just want to spy on me? Did you just do that?"

"what?"

"Put away your hypocritical good intentions, I don't need the mercy of the Order of the Phoenix, and I won't get together with you—"

"Enough, Draco, we didn't think about it at all!" Hermione raised her volume excitedly, overshadowing his light words, "How could we spy on you? It's your freedom to choose what you like! It's just me I think what Professor McGonagall said is right, Harry has already..." She suddenly choked up, then shook her head to regain her composure, "In short, Harry has already gone, and I don't think more people can go Do something stupid!"

"Do you think Harry is doing something stupid?" Draco frowned, and he sensitively grasped the details in her words, "Do you think he deserved his death?"

"What—I didn't say that!" The girl's eyes widened, and she seemed about to cry out of his anger, "How could I think so, you actually think I would think so!"

Ron put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her, and gave Draco a savage look.Draco watched them indifferently as they comforted Hermione, curled his lips, a trace of disdain floated in his heart.

This is what he hates about them, they are always hugging each other for warmth... No one came to comfort him when he was in pain, he could only lick his wounds silently, and pretended to be strong so that no one would notice.

Maybe he was just jealous, the person who was willing to hug him was not by his side at the moment... But it would be good if he wasn't here, otherwise he would definitely be upset to see him treat his friends like this.

"We really want to talk to you, Malfoy," said Hermione, restraining her emotions, "I mean, Harry is already like this, you can't do stupid things because of him!"

"So?" Draco raised an eyebrow.He still wanted to say something, but he felt a little ridiculous, so he stopped embarrassingly.The wind outside the window hit his face, cold and dark.

"So what's your plan?"

"...I have my own plans." Draco was silent for a while, and finally replied like this.

Hermione was obviously not satisfied with this answer, she continued to persuade: "If you just don't want to live with us, now the Order of the Phoenix has established several bases, all of which have cast very strict protection magic, you can choose to live with us." There. But I still suggest that you live with us, so that news will be more convenient."

Draco still didn't speak right away.He suddenly thought of something, and asked indefinitely, "Harry's family is also under such a spell?"

"Huh? No, Harry's house isn't the base of the Order of the Phoenix—"

"No, I mean, was there some kind of protective magic cast on Harry's house?" Draco asked, looking out the window with a confused look in his eyes.But he soon returned to normal, adding, "That's what I heard from Lupine."

"Uh...the spell of Harry's family is different from this one." Although she was a little confused, she still explained, "The protective spell of their family will be lifted automatically when he becomes an adult, and Professor Lupine and the others are afraid that his family will be implicated. , so let them relocate."

"...was his family treating him well?" he asked.

"Hmm..." Hermione hesitated and didn't know how to answer. Draco seemed to see through what she was thinking, and said bluntly: "I know they treat him badly, so you don't need to hide it from me. I want to know, they How did you treat him?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, the latter shrugged and mouthed "tell him", Hermione frowned.

"I don't understand why you want to hide it for them." Draco seemed a little impatient, "I won't trouble them, I don't have the leisure."

"Well, since you said so..."

"When I met Harry in the first year, he was standing in front of that wall alone, without his uncle and aunt." Ron was the first to speak, "I called him in the second year, but he was called His uncle hung up, and then we flew him to The Burrow—"

"Phone? What's that?"

"A Muggle communication tool that requires dialing and speaking into the receiver to hear the other party's voice."

"...it's incomprehensible."

"In third year Harry blew up his Aunt Marge, ran away from home at night alone, and spent the rest of the summer in Diagon Alley. This prevented him from going to Hogsmeade because it was It needs to be signed by the parents." Hermione then added, "Oh, I remember you reported him in Hogsmeade!"

Draco, who was brought up with black history, was not happy at all, he retorted: "That's because he was wearing an invisibility cloak to play tricks on me!"

"In fourth grade, I sent him a letter full of stamps and pissed off his uncle again," said Ron, getting louder. "Then we visited their house—well, his Uncle and aunt were very unwelcome, probably because the ashes from the fireplace stained the floor of their house. Then Fred and George played tricks on his cousin Dudley."

Draco thought of the extremely fat boy, and pretended to ask casually, "How did they play tricks on him?"

"Fat Tongue Toffee. They dropped it on the floor and his cousin picked it up and ate it! What a fool he is!"

"Ron, don't say that!"

"Don't you think so? Think about how he bullied Harry before! I don't think I've ever seen a boy who was more nasty than him—" He glanced at Draco and changed his words, "Oh, Maybe there's still one."

Draco: "I see, thank you."

The two of them scolded the Dursleys one by one, while Draco listened carefully.Following their words, vivid pictures that he had never participated in slowly appeared before his eyes... He seemed to see the boy lying in the dark attic receiving birthday wishes from his friends, while his family He often forgot about it; he also learned that Dobby, his own family's former house-elf, had come to Harry's room to warn him not to go to Hogwarts, which made Draco want to grab him and question him. Asking—that was probably the only thing about his and Harry's home life that mattered, though he hadn't played much of a role in it.

"All in all, the Dursleys don't like him, they hate magic," concluded Ron, "although my dad likes Muggles, I think he has limited affection for the Dursleys. "

"Malfoy, I don't think Harry would be happy to see you running around by yourself." Hermione was still making the last attempt, and Draco didn't understand why she was so resilient, he was fine Be patient to persuade a person you hate-of course, he would never do such a thing.

"So what about you, what are you going to do?" Draco asked suddenly, "Are you going to sit and wait?"

"Of course not." Ron said immediately, he glanced at Hermione, who shook his head at him, "Uh - of course we will obey the command of the Order of the Phoenix and resist the forces of You-Know-Who. Malfoy, don't you Said you were reluctant?"

"Of course I will fight against You-Know-Who." Draco ignored his unfriendly tone.He lowered his head to look at his fingers, they were pale and slender, with well-defined joints and extremely graceful, but they couldn't grasp anything.

He raised his head to look at them, and his tone returned to his usual casualness: "By the way, do you know a man named RAB?"