[HP] End of Death

Some soft spot in Harry's heart was suddenly touched, and he hugged him hard, wrapping his arms around his neck and hanging himself on him.Draco also put his arms around his slender waist, and pulled down the hem of his clothes that had been turned up by tiptoe movements.

They lingered for a while, Harry felt his lips hurt a little from being kissed, he pushed Draco away with a little force, and was about to say something, when he heard an indistinct voice from outside the room:

"...they've come, the Ministry of Magic has been taken, the Minister is dead..."

The courtyard fell into silence for an instant, only the music was still playing lonely, but it seemed even more desolate.Then suddenly there was a scream in the courtyard, as if the floodgate had been opened, all kinds of horrified discussions, shouts and apparition bangs followed one after another, Harry opened the warehouse door and rushed out , just in time to see a silver-white patron saint gradually disappearing on the lawn.

He stared blankly at the chaotic backyard, which had been a beautiful sight just before, but the dark reality had come so quickly—all joy seemed vulnerable to it.

A hand reached out, slipped between the fingers and clasped it tightly, and Harry didn't turn his head, knowing he would be by his side.

"Harry!" Two swaying figures appeared on the other side of the lawn, and Ron and Hermione ran up the stone stairs.They were still wearing their wedding robes, and Hermione hastily pulled her wand out of a pearl purse and stuffed the purse back into her pocket.

They held hands together, and Hermione closed her eyes, and said quickly, "Tengnever Street!"

A force of space squeezed around him, and his eyes fell into darkness for an instant.Harry subconsciously clenched the hands of Draco and Ron, and someone in the dark shook him back, holding tightly, as if afraid that he would just disappear...

As soon as Harry opened his eyes, he found them standing on an unfamiliar street lined with bustling shops, bookstores and cafes. Passers-by were staring curiously at these strangely dressed people who appeared out of nowhere.

"Where is this, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking around.

"Tengnever Street is a Muggle street that just popped into my mind. I'm sure the Death Eaters don't know we're here," Hermione explained.

Together they walked into a dimly lit café nearby.There is blues music playing in the store, and there are glass wind chimes hanging by the windows.The shopkeeper stood by the bar and read the newspaper. When he saw them walking in, he only raised his eyes slightly, letting the blue eyes flash through the gap above the newspaper for a moment and then disappeared.

The four of them sat down in an inconspicuous corner, Harry ordered four cups of coffee, and specifically asked the shopkeeper to add no sugar to one of them.

"What should we do?" Ron asked in a low voice, looking very worried, "I don't know if something will happen to them..."

"I don't think so." Hermione also lowered her voice, "Their target is Harry, so they shouldn't do anything to other people."

"I hope so."

"Where are we going now?" Harry asked. He took a sip of the coffee brought by the waiter, but his tongue was almost burned off. "Are you going to find Voldemort's Horcrux right away?"

"We have found a locket now, but Ron and I have tried countless methods and can't destroy it." Hermione said, she took out the exquisite locket from the pearl leather bag and put it On the table, "neither by jinxes nor by physical means."

"How is this going?"

"Well... I got some books on this from the headmaster's office when I left school - I dare say Dumbledore took them from the library, and the contents in them are more sinister than "Mighty Magic". "Pharmaceuticals" is far more evil. It mentions that some extremely powerful magic items must be used to destroy a Horcrux, such as the basilisk tooth you used, Harry, is one of them—"

"careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry felt someone pull his back collar abruptly and pull him aside, and a spell hit the glass wall through the place where he had just been sitting.A small hole was pierced through the glass in an instant, and the cracks spread along the breach one by one.

The hand that was holding him loosened, and Harry was still in shock.Draco pulled him behind him, drew out his wand and pointed it at several men who appeared in the store at some point.They glared at Harry and the others ferociously, with malicious smiles on their faces.

"You don't feel ashamed of sneak attack, Avery." Draco curled his lips coldly, "And you, Dolohov, has the finger I cut off grown back?"

"Don't be arrogant, you little traitor." Avery said viciously, and he licked his lips. "It's lucky that you are all here...Today is the day of your burial!"

Before the Death Eaters could continue their attack, a burst of red light from Hermione's wand hit the werewolf Fenrir on the forehead.He took a step back, and the back of his head hit the window hard, making a loud bang.

They dispersed quickly, and Harry and Draco ducked under a table, blocking Dolohov's attack with its legs and surrounding chairs.Ron picked up a chair as a shield, and pointed his right hand out from the other side to aim at Avery, but the latter dodged his stun spell, and his robe accidentally caught on the leg of the chair as he stepped back, Almost tripped him into the mud.

The magic spell flew in the cafe, and the sound of glass breaking could be heard from time to time.The small round table covered with a checkered tablecloth was crumpled here and there, and the clean tablecloth was also wrinkled and dirty, covered with brown shoe prints, and the floor was also full of spilled coffee liquid, making it extremely muddy.

Harry pointed his wand at Avery's feet, and he hid behind a crooked round table with half of its top missing, while Draco squatted beside a chair not far behind him.

"Dizzy!" he cried inwardly.This silent spell was very successful. The sudden red light pierced through the broken glass and table legs and hit Avery's right leg. His eyes turned white and his body fell backwards.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.On the other side, Hermione and Ron also stunned Dolohov together. They walked towards him panting, and the latter gave him a thumbs up.

"By the way, the shopkeeper seems to have fainted from fright." Ron looked back at the ruined bar.They magically restored the shop to its original state and moved the three Death Eaters to the table.Hermione put an Amnesiac on them to make sure they would forget why they were here when they woke up.

"Need to put an Oblivion Charm on that shopkeeper too," Harry reminded, and Hermione nodded.They left the cafe immediately after dealing with everything, found a public toilet and changed into the Muggle clothes that Hermione brought out for washing.

Since she had no clothes for Draco, Draco could only wear Harry's T-shirt and jeans for the time being.When he came out of the toilet, Harry saw a small part of his ankle sticking out.

"Your clothes are a bit short for me, Harry." Draco complained, glancing at the ill-fitting trousers.

"These are my old trousers, and Hermione took them by mistake," Harry explained.

Their attire was finally less noticeable, but now there was a more serious problem.Hermione led them to an inconspicuous corner - according to her, as long as something went wrong, they could apparate here.

"Why do those Death Eaters know we're here?" Ron immediately raised his inner question.

"Could it be that there are traces on me?" Harry frowned, and this guess made him feel uncomfortable all over his body, as if he had been stained with something filthy.

"No, it's impossible. Your 17th birthday has passed, and even the Ministry of Magic can't leave a trace on you." Hermione shook her head.

They were relatively silent, thinking about this question dullly.Ron seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He glanced at Harry, leaned over to Hermione and bowed his head to say a few words. The girl frowned and shook her head at him.

"I think, let's find a place to stay first." Hermione turned her head and suggested loudly, and Harry noticed that her tone was a little unnatural, "Well - we can go directly to 12 Grimmauld Place now, where safer."

Harry nodded, reaching out to grab Draco's wrist.His wrist was very thin and a little cold, as if he couldn't cover it with heat.