[HP] End of Death

When Harry woke up the next morning, Ron and Hermione were fully dressed and ready to go downstairs for breakfast.He hurriedly put on his clothes, complaining that they didn't wake him up, and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his hands.

"I called, Harry, but you didn't wake up." Ron yawned. "Hermione told me to let you sleep a little longer."

Harry quickly spit the foam out of his mouth, wiped his face with a towel, turned off the light, walked out of the bathroom, and went downstairs to eat with his two friends.To his surprise, Draco was already sitting on the sofa enjoying a piece of cornbread covered in sauce, and he was also picky about the food of the Malfoy family to Kreacher:

"The sauce didn't spread evenly enough, it was too thick here, and there wasn't any—"

"The young master said..."

"There are too few cuts on the bread, which is not tasty enough."

"Oh, as expected of Master Malfoy..."

"Draco, what are you doing?" Harry couldn't help asking.He followed Ron and Hermione sat across from him.

"Improve our food." He looked up at him, elegantly cut a piece of bread with a knife and put it in his mouth.The brown sauce smeared his pale thin lips, and Draco stuck out his tongue to lick it.He noticed that Harry was looking straight at him, and smiled at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, that's enough for you two." Hermione shook her head, bent down to take the bread from Kreacher's tray, and thanked it in a low voice.

"Why, aren't you allowed to—" Before Draco finished speaking, he received Harry's nervous gaze, and he curled his lips and stopped talking.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the sliced ​​bread into his mouth.Ron was staring blankly at the front when he suddenly yelled, pointing his right index finger at an open space not far from the sofa: "Look there!"

They all turned their heads to look, and there was a cloud of bright silver mist floating in the clearing, which gradually condensed into a four-legged animal, and Harry recognized that it was a wolf; the silver-white wolf opened its mouth, Lupine's gentle and calm voice came out:

"...We are fine, but we are under surveillance. Don't worry about us, don't come back hastily. Molly asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. She is very worried about your safety. The situation is not good now, so don't act rashly..."

The voice of Lupin's Patronus grew softer, until it broke soundlessly in the air.They looked at each other and fell silent.

"...at least they're all right, Ron." Hermione broke the silence, trying to force a smile.Ron glanced at her, his face still not very good-looking.

Harry was also silent.It wasn't until now that he really felt that they had indeed left the protection of their elders and had to start their own journey.All illusions were shattered, and the last glimmer of hope was extinguished. He took a long breath.

"What are your plans for the future?" Draco suddenly asked, he leaned on the back of the sofa with his half body in an awkward position, his expression was quite serious, although his tone was still a bit arrogant, but it was calmed down compared to before Not a lot.

"To be honest, we don't have a clue right now." Hermione sighed, "I don't know where the next Horcrux is, we think Voldemort will hide it somewhere important to him, but where... ..."

"Will it be at Hogwarts?" Harry raised his conjecture, "Dumbledore said that Voldemort has always had other feelings for Hogwarts." Uncomfortable, because he thought so too.

"But, Harry, you said that Voldemort came to Hogwarts to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but Dumbledore refused."

"But he must—"

"He might have wanted to get hold of the remaining four founders, but Dumbledore stopped him."

"Well, forget about Hogwarts."

Ron suggested that maybe Voldemort hid the Horcruxes in the ruins of the orphanage, but Harry thought it was unlikely, because the orphanage had only painful memories for Voldemort.

"If there's a better suggestion, I'll listen to it. But we don't have any other leads right now," said Ron.

They had another discussion, and Hermione wrote down the Gaunt House and the Riddle House in her notebook, and decided to leave immediately.

Malfoy Manor.

Blaise has been here for over a month.He'd never been to Draco's house before, and he didn't think he'd get an invitation from him one day - he didn't seem to have a penchant for bringing friends over, and they weren't nice enough to do that either.

So when he woke up from the Imperius Curse that day and found himself standing in such a strange place, his headache was about to burst.

"What's going on, Theodore?!" he couldn't help yelling at his former friend then, throwing away all his grace.He couldn't believe it—it was unbelievable—that he had become the Death Eater's henchman unconsciously. It was definitely not what he expected. It's just the wisest thing to do to protect yourself!

The boy waved his hand impatiently, and snorted, "I'm helping you, Bryce. What's wrong with following the Dark Lord? And you've done a great job by helping me..."

"I don't want to do this at all!" He grabbed his collar and growled through gritted teeth, "Listen, Theodore, it's all your fault, you brought me here, so You have to send me back too!"

"Send it back? Send it back? Are you crazy!" Nott was also extremely annoyed, pushed him away hard, and sneered, "Do you think this place is where you can come in and out as you want? Joined the Death Eaters It means surrender... you think the Dark Lord will let you out?"

Blaise felt chills all over his body. He took half a step back and argued forcefully, "I'm not a Death Eater yet...I don't have the Dark Mark!"

"It will be soon." Nott straightened his ripped collar, and said with a dry smile, "The Dark Lord will have you branded with that mark soon, after you become an adult."

Blaise stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He shook his head, seemingly regretting, "Think of something good, Bryce, you will soon be recognized by the Dark Lord, something no one else can ask for. .Of course, you don't have to thank me..."

Blaise still didn't answer.He stared at him for a moment, then turned and left.

Brace's family discipline was very loose.His mother was married seven or eight times, each time receiving a large fortune.She has no demands on her son, and Blaise even thinks that she may have forgotten who his father is—of course, he doesn't care, he is very happy, and he feels that there is no need to have a father in life .

Of course, when he occasionally saw the fathers of other classmates coming to see them off on the train, Blaise still felt a little bit of melancholy in his heart.It's very light and disappears when you blow it on, but it still leaves a mark.

Blaise could often see Draco's father drop him off at school.He has always found it strange that in his impression Lucius should be a busy man, shuttled between various entertainments every day, but he never missed a single pick-up of his son.Whenever this time, he would feel that it would be nice to have a father.

But that was before he saw Lucius berating Draco, the man who had always been a polyhedron with countless faces.He satisfied Draco's various willful demands, but taught him mercilessly, suppressed him, and instilled extreme thoughts in him.Draco was obsequious in front of his father, and he didn't dare to show his air, but he was arrogant and domineering in school. It's hard to say that there was no influence of Lucius.

After thinking about this, Blaise felt that having a father might not be a good thing.

However, his impression of Lucius—or rather, his impression of the entire Death Eater group changed a lot after he entered the Malfoy Manor.

As he thought, this is not a good place.Death Eaters range in level, from the quiet and haughty to the savage, but all are unsurprisingly ruthless.They put killing on their lips, the magic wands in their hands were also stained with blood, and their souls were incomplete.

Of course, the most frightening thing was that tall man—a man who couldn't even mention his name, no matter how ferocious a Death Eater was, he would turn into a docile cat in front of him.He was stronger and more ruthless than they were, and he treated his followers as harshly as his rebels.

Blaise had seen Bellatrix flattering, Lucius fearful, and Nott ruthless.These people have been ground into the same shape in this furnace of human nature. He watched his friends become more and more unfamiliar, and he could hardly see the prototype, especially when he came to persuade himself to take more tasks. When trying to please Voldemort, Brace wanted to walk away many times during the conversation.

"...The nearest hunting team, you can go out with any team." Nott said, noticing a little disgust in Blaise's eyebrows, so he persuaded, "Of course, you can stay in and do nothing, and then They won't say anything about your age, but it's good to accumulate experience. Now that the Dark Lord has put a curse on his name, Lestrange's team has captured several rebels, and now they are in the limelight Woolen cloth……"

"What happened to those people?" Blaise asked abruptly.

"How? What else can I do? I'm dead, I can't ask anything anyway—I'm not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I hope I can catch a few members of the Order of the Phoenix to claim credit—"

"Since he is not an important person, what's the use of arresting him?"

"It's useless, so can you keep it?" Nott didn't understand his question very much, "If you kill the useless, you can kill them. Of course, the Dark Lord said that if you are a pure-blood wizard, you can keep your life, but he persuaded him to surrender." If it doesn’t work, you’ll have to die...Have you heard about the new policy of the Ministry of Magic? The Dark Lord is now going to investigate the origin of every wizard, and those like that Mudblood in Gryffindor are absolutely not allowed to stay..."

Blaise didn't want to hear any more.He felt a kind of unspeakable bloating and fear, he knew he was an outlier among this group of people, he was afraid of being found out that he was different, but he didn't want to be like them.

This contradictory psychology tortured him day and night, making him more and more neurotic.From time to time, he looked at the peacocks walking outside the Malfoy Manor, envious of their leisure, but also despised their lack of freedom.For a while, he persuaded himself to quickly integrate into the group of people, and together with them to catch those wizards who dared to say the name "Voldemort", maybe they could have good luck; To be so decisive, to rebel so thoroughly, without delay.

He had been there the day Draco was taken back to Malfoy Manor, but hadn't been involved in the fight by hiding in the stairwell.He was surprised to find that he was almost as firm as the naive and weak boy in his memory. He bravely resisted Voldemort and escaped with Harry Potter... What made him so much?Blaise couldn't understand it, was it just the love that he sneered at?

"Hey, Blaise, I told the third team for you, they will go out to arrest people later, you go with them." Nott pushed the door of his room, he stood at the door and did not come in , "It's always useful to do something, much better than being bored in the room all day."

Blaise lifted his head wearily, propping himself up on the bed with his elbows.He felt as if he had been seriously ill, his whole body was weak, and he was almost suffocated with discomfort.

He looked at Nott.

"Okay," he nodded slowly and stood up, "I'll go right away."