[HP] End of Death

A Death Eater suddenly ran towards him through the piles of spells and rickety desks and chairs. He roughly grabbed Blaise's arm and dragged him out of the room in embarrassment.Blaise let him pull without resistance.

They staggered and scrambled down the stairs, and ran out of the dilapidated house to the moonlit blue street, and Blaise felt something was wrong and asked, "Where did the others go? "

"Others? They're all down!...What a pity, those little scum..." The man spat, and he scratched at his short, messy brown hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, and ripped it out, which had become tattered during the battle. Rotten cloak.He looked back and stopped when he found that the group of people didn't catch up, "Buluo was the first to get hit, it's really useless... I'm still the captain! I don't feel ashamed..."

Blaise didn't speak.Looking at this quiet and blue land, he was filled with a sense of bewilderment.He felt groundless, like duckweed floating on water, and he just wanted to return to the warmth of Malfoy Manor as soon as possible.

The man didn't seem to be planning to Apparate back anytime soon, however.He seemed to think that Draco and the others would not catch up again, and walked quickly ahead, cursing loudly, and his ugly voice echoed in the empty streets:

"A bunch of trash... now even the receiver is lost! The Dark Lord doesn't know how to be angry... so many people...

"You told me to be the captain at the beginning! ...

"A bunch of trash... useless... and that traitor Malfoy..."

He turned around suddenly, and Blaise was startled by the fierce look in his eyes.

"By the way! And you...Zabini, if you didn't dawdle at that time, how would we have come to this point?...Say! What did you say to Malfoy at that time?"

Blaise was silent and didn't answer.He thought that the other party was just looking for a punching bag, so he endured it and passed, but the man insisted on this, and kept pushing the responsibility on him:

"...Our failure this time is all your fault, Zabini! If you had caught Draco at that time, there would have been nothing wrong with it! Yes, it was you... oh! oh! I understand Already!"

He suddenly let out a strange cry, staring at Blaise with bright eyes, his bad yellow teeth showing a rotting earthy brown in the night.

"I see - and if the Dark Lord takes responsibility, I'll say so - it's you who gave Malfoy information about us! Yes, that's it!"

"What did you say?" Blaise couldn't believe his ears, "How could you do that?!"

"Oh, isn't it? Then tell me what you were doing at that time, catch up with old friends?" The man asked sharply, looking at him with interest, while talking to himself, "That's right , just to say...'Zabini was bewitched by Malfoy to embark on the road of betrayal, and wiped out our entire army, and I captured the traitor back'... The Dark Lord will be very happy, and maybe he will give I reward..."

"No, you can't say that! How can you put the blame on me?"

"Shut up, brat! You don't even look at yourself, you're just here to fish in troubled waters. What else do you want?" The man scolded loudly, and he walked towards him with his wand in his hand, his face looked particularly hideous in the backlight.

Blaise took a step back, then another step, he quickly raised his wand, but the man reacted faster than him: "Quickly bind!"

A circle of rope that appeared out of thin air bound him tightly in an instant, but Blaise struggled hard but only made the rope tighten more and more tightly.He raised his head and glared at the man, who walked towards him with a smug smile, licking his lips, with the attitude of a smug winner.

"You're still young for fighting with me, brat." He said with a big laugh, twirling on the spot with his back collar and disappearing.

The cold wind screamed in the dark night, making an ugly roar, blowing up the crimson dirty curtains in the dilapidated old stone house, as well as the dust of time.It wandered aimlessly in every corner of the cramped room, lifted the corner of the oil-stained rag, scratched the rattling broken chair legs, and finally fell silent in a pool of silvery ivory.

Harry, Ron, and Draco tied up the stunned Death Eaters tightly, cast the Oblivion Curse one by one, took them to Apparate, and threw them in the Forest of Dean.

"Is that okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Don't think so much, Harry!" Ron didn't care at all, "It's impossible for us to arrest them...the only way to solve it."

They Apparated back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, collapsed on the sofa to rest impatiently.

Harry pressed his temple, which was still throbbing, and he felt dizzy.They went to the orphanage where Voldemort stayed at night to search for traces of Horcruxes, but for some reason they were discovered by the Death Eaters again.

He was afraid that his friends would suspect Draco again, and although no one had mentioned it now, even Harry himself felt uncertain-could he really have the positioning marks left by the Death Eaters?Or was it something Voldemort could sense through the Dark Mark... and if so, what would they do?They can't go on like this anymore...

"By the way, Blaise told me a piece of information." Draco said suddenly, his voice was silent, but pierced the silence like a thunderbolt, "He said that the mysterious man cast a spell on his name, Just say his name and you'll be arrested."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ron and Hermione, but found that their expressions were not completely relaxed.

"Uh, so, Malfoy, Blaise Zabini is your friend, right?" Hermione asked.

"It used to be."

"So he's a Death Eater now?"

"I think he should be one of them."

"Then are his words believable?"

Draco looked at her, biting his lower lip.He didn't answer.

"Well, Malfoy, we—can't trust a statement right off the bat, especially when it comes from a not-so-reliable source. You said in the orphanage that Zabini had flattered you, how did that one thing?"

"That's because he told me he wanted me to introduce him to the Order of the Phoenix," Draco said, and they looked at each other in amazement. "But our conversation was interrupted, and I had to say it."

Harry looked at them with some unease, and he didn't know what to say.If it's true, that's a good thing, but if it's just Voldemort's plot...

"Hmm... is this true? Zabini wants to join the Order of the Phoenix?" Ron looked stunned, "Should we talk to Lupine and the others?"

"If this is true, we must report it to them." Hermione said, and she sighed, "But he has gone back now, and we can't have further communication with him... I have to say that this timing is not very good. good."

"Actually, Blaise asked me to meet at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, in the square near my house." Draco said again abruptly, with his fingers folded in front of him, his silver-gray pupils were extremely bright, as if Wolf.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other warily again.

"Oh, if that's the case, that's the best. We can go together...but I suggest you take some precautions. I'm not saying that you have to be suspicious of your friends, but we must be careful not to be caught. People found out." Hermione observed Draco's expression and said cautiously.

"You mean, Blaise might be followed?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"That possibility is not ruled out."

He didn't speak any more, as if acquiescing.After discussing specific matters for a while, they felt sleepy, so they went upstairs to rest.Harry deliberately lagged behind and walked with Draco, who took his hand, who tilted his head and pressed it against his lips, squeezing him back hard.

"Don't worry, I think they already believe it," Harry whispered.

Draco was noncommittal, just rubbed his hair: "Then you come to my place tonight?"

Harry's face was a little red, he squeezed his hand, and said sternly, "That's all you think about."

"So are you coming or not?"

"Not coming!"

"Really not coming?"

"of course it's true!"

When they reached the stairs on the second floor, Draco suddenly pressed him against the wall of the stairwell and kissed him forcefully.The tip of his tongue drove straight into his mouth, licking and kissing every place delicately, Harry felt like a star exploded in his head, intense, deep and chaotic, all the feelings concentrated on the place he touched .

His arms climbed around Draco's waist, feeling his skin under his clothes.Draco freed a hand to hold him down, pulling his wrist down, Harry was so scared that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Draco held on firmly.

"You're sick—it's on the stairs!"

"No one saw anyway," Draco moved closer, pressing him against the wall, "Hurry up and help me, Harry."

Harry stared at him, ears blushing.

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