[HP] End of Death

Blaise ran wildly in the dark courtyard, and he heard his heartbeat pounding against his ribs.The black hair that had not been cut for a long time was blown on the face by the wind, like countless shadows with teeth and claws.

The shadows of the trees on both sides quickly passed by, and behind them were the chaotic footsteps and chanting sounds of the Death Eaters, and streaks of red light pierced the night sky like long howls.Blaise had to run away from time to time, and this severely slowed his escape.

He thought back then when Draco and Harry escaped, it was like an unrepeatable miracle.How did they escape so smoothly?How did they escape so many Death Eaters chasing him and drive away successfully?

He stumbled forward, breathing heavily, his throat hurting like it was being torn.A whistling blue light hit his right arm and ripped his robe. He fell forward unexpectedly, and his wand came out of his hand, flying several meters away.

His knees ached, Brace gritted his teeth, stood up and staggered forward, squatting down to pick up his wand.When he got up, another red light hit his back heavily, which made Blaise fall to the ground again.

The pain in his right arm was throbbing and spreading to his brain, and the numb tearing in his back made it almost impossible for him to move.He propped himself up on his left elbow, and the footsteps of the Death Eaters behind him were getting closer, and he heard Lavron's joyful shout... Blaise slowly raised the wand in his hand, turned and pointed it behind him , roared with all the strength in his body: "Damn!"

A hot current flowed through the body of the wand, converging towards the tip of the wand, and Blaise could barely hold the trembling wand in his hand.The footsteps of the people behind stopped, and the piercing whistling sound passed through the sky and landed on a tree beside the road, digging a big hole in the trunk, and countless leaves shook off in panic.Blaise took the opportunity to stand up reluctantly, and continued to run forward with his sore legs. His knees seemed to be constantly being cut by knives, and seemed to be pressed against glass shards. The pain was unbearable.

He staggered, the gate shaking in the night seemed to be within reach, but far away, the distance of tens of meters stretched into trillions of light-years in blood and tears.

This is the price, he thought, the price of his betrayal... This price is too heavy, he fled to the light in the night, but the black shadow still dragged his legs...

The Death Eaters finally caught up, and Dolohov reached out to grab his hood, and Blaise turned behind a tree and cast a jinx in his face from between the branches, missing him by an inch. cheeks.He took a step back, and there was an inescapable fence behind him, and more Death Eaters rushed up, cutting off his back path completely.

"catch him!"

"Take his wand!"

"Quick, quick!"

Blaise took another step back, his back resting on the cold fence.Panting for breath, he felt that there was a chaotic blackness in front of his eyes, all the dead branches and leaves were mixed with twisted and hideous human faces, those open and closed black mouths pointed directly at his heart, and they made noisy and sharp voices, Summons a dark mist to envelop him.

"Disarm you!" someone yelled.Blaise froze and didn't move, but the spell fell through, and there was laughter.

"Poor aim, Oak."

"Can't hit a single immovable target—"

The man known as Oak seemed to be furious. He pointed his wand at him and shouted angrily, "Crucio!"

The icy red flames burst out in the dark night, like cruel fireworks.Blaise's heart clenched, but he felt no fear, no regrets.He just felt a little regretful that he really couldn't do the same thing as Draco... Maybe he was missing something, but what was it?But no matter what it is, it is impossible for him to know anymore...

He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but what came first was an unexpected voice:

"Iron armor!"

An invisible barrier was instantly erected in front of him, blocking the light of the Cruciatus Curse from splashing around.Blaise opened his eyes suddenly, looked up in disbelief, but there was nothing there.

"who is it?"

"Who's there?!"

The Death Eaters looked around, and Blaise felt a hand tap his shoulder, and someone whispered into his ear, "Give me your hand."

He immediately raised his left hand, and the man grabbed his hand forcefully, using a floating spell to lighten the weight and successfully pulled him up.However, the Death Eaters around immediately noticed their actions, and a bunch of stun spells flew towards them. The man had to let go of him and cast the Iron Armor Curse to defend, but there were too many spells, and he could only Can resist part of it.

Bryce knew that it was almost impossible to blatantly save him, so while the Death Eater was being attracted by the invisible man, he found a place where the defense was slightly weaker, and quickly knocked out the standing One of the Death Eaters there rushed out.

His legs were still in sore pain, and the wounds on his arms and back were burning, but he felt full of strength.These pains made him realize more than ever that he was alive and free as never before.He lived freely, and maybe these few minutes of running were the only thing he really fought for himself in his life, but as long as he ran like this madly, he would no longer regret it.

Those Death Eaters would never understand that those few minutes were worth more than a lifetime of stalking, he thought.They thought it was just a traitor's stubborn resistance.

He ran forward like crazy, conjuring a pen and a piece of paper while running.When he ran to the corner, his legs finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, his head was heavily pressed into the smelly soil. He raised his head, did not get up, and pulled out the paper and pen forcefully.He began to write tremblingly—even though he could no longer hold the pen in his right hand, he continued to write persistently on the paper.

Strokes, strokes, letters are connected into funny tadpoles, almost illegible, and the noise behind them is getting louder and the footsteps are chaotic.And the invisible man couldn't stop the Death Eater for him anymore, he jumped beside him, anxious and angry: "What are you doing?! Do you want to die?"

Blaise raised his head, and he saw a half-figure floating in mid-air, Draco opened a slit of his invisibility cloak, and was staring at him with hatred.He crumpled up the paper in his hand and stuffed it into his hands, saying, "Take this and go...go! Go!"

"What? No, Blaise, let's go together! Let's go together!"

"It's too late, my leg is useless...you go, do what you want to do, leave me alone, Draco!"

Shadows surged over them like rising tides, and Draco only had time to see his last, bleak smile.The first few Death Eaters stepped forward and threw Blaise down.They pressed him firmly to the ground, shouting back excitedly: "I've caught him! I've caught him!"

More and more Death Eaters caught up and surrounded the few people in the middle.They pushed Draco aside, and swung their wands at them wantonly, rejoicing as if they were enjoying a feast.

Draco took a step back, almost insane from Blaise's screams and some jaw-dropping shattering sounds.For a moment he wanted to draw his wand and kill them all - and he did, but he seemed to see the boy's bloodied face through the intertwined human legs.Their eyes met, his lips moved slightly, and he said something.

Draco's arms trembled, and he could barely hold his own wand.

"Master, master is here! Master is here!" A terrified and joyful voice sounded from nowhere, and the group of Death Eaters who seemed to have lost their minds came back to their senses in an instant.They pushed and shoved to get out of the way, making way for the tall, pitch-black figure.

Draco stared at the man intently, biting his lips white.

Harry stared blankly at the boy lying motionless on the ground.He was covered in blood, the robe on his body was torn to pieces, and his limbs were twisted at strange angles, apparently broken.

He walked towards him slowly, and the closer he got, the more shocking he felt. The cold iron-colored moonlight flowed on the solidified black blood, and outlined the corners of his cold mouth.He seemed to be laughing, but he seemed to be talking about something... Harry was dizzy, the scene in front of him faintly overlapped with a dark and cramped scene, and he remembered another death, and the boy was like this vaguely smiling, as if letting go...

No.No.No.do not do that.no……

He approached him step by step, but before he could fully see his face, something flashed in front of him—no, he didn't see it, but he felt a gust of wind—the next moment, the corpse in front of him disappeared .

There was an uproar all around, and everyone was stunned in shock, looking at the dark surroundings in bewilderment.Harry looked up, and he saw a slit opened in the wind, and the boy's gray-blue pupils flashed through the slit.Those eyes were burning with hatred and sadness, and it was like a fire had hit Harry's heart, and he took a step back, covering his flat face with his hands.

Do not--