[HP] End of Death

Harry felt hot and numb where he touched it, and it quickly spread to his heart like an electric shock.The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised, he felt that he was really too easily influenced by Draco, and he could be soothed by him with a few words, but he also understood that the other party was actually not a very good-tempered person. Roar, he turned around and left long ago, it was impossible to serve him patiently.

It's just because Draco loves him, so he puts up with him in every possible way.But if he actually saw himself possessed by Voldemort, if he was seriously injured because of himself, would he still think so?

Harry found himself unable to answer the question.Of course, maybe he didn't want to think about it at all.

When they opened the door, they found that Ron and Hermione were not standing at the door. Maybe they couldn't wait to go back first, but this made Harry feel relieved.If he and Draco were overheard, he'd be ashamed to death.

Together they went into the bedroom where Harry, Ron and Hermione lived.The fluorescent lights were turned on in the room, illuminating the surroundings brightly.The mess that Draco had seen earlier had been cleaned up, and the vase had been replaced with fresh lilies.

Hermione and Ron were discussing something, but they stopped immediately when they came in.Harry was keenly aware that they must have been discussing him earlier, and guessed tartly that it wasn't a good thing.

Draco pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, nodding to the two of them.Hermione and Ron also smiled back, and they looked at each other, and the latter said hesitantly, "Harry, are you okay? ... You don't feel anything wrong, do you?"

Hearing this, Harry suddenly lost his temper, his tone seemed to say that there must be something wrong with him-oh, yes, they must think so, that's why they talked about him behind his back ...

Draco looked down at him, smoothed his brows naturally, and said, "His forehead was hit, is there any alcohol to disinfect him?"

"Oh, yes!" Hermione hastily opened her pearl purse, took out a bottle of medical alcohol and a cotton swab, squatted down in front of Harry, and carefully applied it on him.

There was a tingling pain when the cold liquid touched the wound, followed by needle-like pain that spread one by one.Harry felt that his brain seemed to be much clearer, he shook his head, and his heart calmed down again.

The subsequent conversation went much smoother, with Harry trying to answer their various questions, and Draco filling in from time to time.He could see that Hermione and Ron were really trying to figure out how this connection between him and Voldemort came about, and he looked questioningly at Draco, who didn't seem to understand what he meant, and made a "you just "Say" gesture - of course, this is just Harry's own interpretation, in fact, the other party just spread his right hand.

So Harry took a deep breath and told them the dream he had had after falling from the tower.

"...That is to say, the mysterious man peeped into your memory, and then he pretended to be Malfoy to confuse you? Is that so, Harry?" Ron looked a little scared, and he felt that such a thing was simply too unbelievable.

"He possessed the Draco I remembered, and cast this spell on me through him," Harry explained.

He noticed that Hermione was frowning, as if thinking about something.

"Hermione, what did you think of?"

"Oh, Harry, you know, we all thought you were dead at the time - after you fell off the roof. A lot of people saw the Avada Kedavra cast by You-Know-Who, but it's strange that The mysterious man also seemed to have passed out at that time. Of course, no one dared to go up to look, and Bellatrix took him away... We only saw Malfoy passed out when we went up the tower." Hermione said, "According to what you said, that is to say, after the mysterious man fired a spell at you, the three of you fell into a coma at the same time and entered the dream of that train... This is very unreasonable, I have never heard of the effect of the Avada Kedavra curse It will be. It has been hailed as 'the most succinct death spell'."

"I don't think it's surprising, Harry was the only person ever to escape the Avada Kedavra Curse." Ron shrugged, "Now it's the second time."

"No, it's different...it's different. He was protected by Harry's mother's spell before, but Harry, you later said that You-Know-Who used your blood when You-Know-Who was resurrected, right? He can touch you now." , that spell couldn't stop him... oh, I don't know, maybe we'll have to ask a more knowledgeable wizard, like Professor McGonagall—"

"No, you can't tell them." Harry shivered and stood up.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at him worriedly, and the girl whispered, "But, Harry, this might help you get rid of the You-Know-Who."

"I don't want any more people to know about it. They'll be scared, they'll definitely lock me up—"

"Harry, they won't."

"Who knows?" Harry insisted.

"Well, if you insist," Hermione agreed reluctantly, "but if so, I'm afraid I'll have to go to Hogwarts."

"What are you going to Hogwarts for?" Ron frowned at her with an expression that seemed to say "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Of course it's for the Hogwarts library." Hermione said angrily, "Since we can't think of any way to steal the Horcrux from Gringotts, I might as well go to the library to look for it first." Is there any information about this... Of course, I have to find a way to get a certificate from Professor McGonagall that I can borrow all the books in the □□ area, and I have to prepare compound medicines and so on... and I am afraid I will have to stay for a long time , but also consider the issue of accommodation.”

"If you want to go, I will go with you too. But Hogwarts has started now, and Ginny has been in class for a week." Ron said.

"We can Apparate to Hogsmeade first, and then enter Hogwarts through the secret passage. I remember that there is a secret passage in the Duke of Bee's cellar." Harry suggested, "But Hermione, I think we We have to go together, I still think there might be another Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts—"

"Oh, Harry - well, let's go and find out. I'll go to Lupine and the others tomorrow to help contact Professor McGonagall, and then prepare the compound potion... This matter of our return to Hogwarts must not To be known." Hermione scratched at her matted hair anxiously, and she kept talking to herself until Ron handed her a pen and a piece of paper.

"Then let's do it for today." Draco pulled Harry to stand up, "Harry will share a room with me for the next few days, is that okay?"

"Uh, there's no problem," Hermione raised her head from her writing and sighed, "Although I really don't want to say it, it seems that only you can control Harry now, so it's more appropriate to live with you ...But you have to take care of him, Malfoy." She looked at him seriously, "If we find out that you bullied him—"

"I have to correct you here, obviously he is more likely to bully me—"

"I don't care, but if we ever see Harry looking out of sorts again - like Ron saw last time - you'll get him back."

"Oh, Granger, your double standard is too obvious. Don't you care what he did to me? Look, he bit my lip and it's bloody."

"But you look like you're enjoying it." Hermione snapped at him unceremoniously.

Harry finally couldn't stand the weird conversation between the two of them, and he felt like a pet that had been sold - God knows what kind of metaphor it was.

"Can you stop for a while?" he said. "I want to sleep."

"Oh, of course, dear. Let's go now." Draco said, lifting his chin haughtily, while Hermione vomited on the side.

Harry really didn't bother to pay attention to Draco's childish showing off, and after saying good night to his two friends, he pulled Draco outside, and the latter hugged his quilt and pillow and followed behind him in a leisurely manner. He also rubbed his face into the soft bedding with a happy face.

"Harry, what brand of body wash are you using?" he asked. "It smells good."

Harry rolled his eyes, and replied angrily, "It doesn't smell like you, the guy who wears perfume every day—"

"You finally found out?—just once or twice." Draco seemed to have been waiting for him to say this, with a smug expression on his face, "Honestly, Harry, we've done it so many times you It's only now that I find out that I wear perfume, I wonder if you don't care about me at all."

"Why should I care?—I don't like perfume." Harry frowned, he turned his head, and Draco happened to come over and sniff his neck, shaking his head regretfully: "Okay, I smell It doesn't smell like that anymore - why don't we take a shower together tonight, dear."

"—You think beautifully!"

They entered the room, Harry turned on the light, and Draco put the quilt on the bed.Harry hesitated for a while, then walked over and patted his shoulder, then hugged his waist from behind.

"Draco," he said softly, leaning his face against his back, "sorry, I'm afraid I can't sleep with you. I mean, you know—I—"

Draco didn't move, and didn't answer.

Harry hugged him tighter, feeling uneasy in his heart, afraid that he would be angry.

"You know, I'm afraid I'll hurt you—and I'll never forgive myself if you're hurt."

"Then I'll be on the floor." Draco's shoulders moved, and he reached out to take Harry's hand that was holding him.

Harry looked even more embarrassed.

"That's right, I—"

"If you mean you want to sleep alone, then I disagree. Who knows if something will happen to you at night?"

"I can't stay in the same room with you because something might happen to me at night! Draco, You-Know-Who threatened me with you - he said he would manipulate me into killing you, and I would regret it for the rest of my life No one can stay in the same room with me, especially at night, and even if you don't care, I will!" Harry raised his voice, Draco turned to look at him, and he reached out and scratched his cheeks. He pinched his nose, and then pinched the mark made by the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, which seemed to be very interesting.

"I just promised Granger they would take care of you, if they knew I left you here alone, what do you think they'd think?"

"Come on, if you half cared what they said, you wouldn't be Malfoy."

"Harry, but I'm really worried. I'm willing to sleep on the floor—you know, if anyone dared to let me sleep on the floor before—"

"—I'm sure you'll teach him with a spell we've never seen before. Well, my dear, you can sleep in the next room." Harry tiptoed and kissed his forehead, light blonde soft hair The silk brushed his cheek without pricking at all.

Draco's pale face was flushed, whether it was because of his words or actions.He hugged and kissed him reluctantly for a long time, until Harry felt out of breath before he pushed the door forcefully.

"I'm going to miss you," he said to the wooden door that was just ajar, as if determined to keep Harry from getting a good night's sleep, "I'm going to miss you, I'm going to sleep with your used pillow , and then covered with the quilt you slept on—”

"Shut up, Draco! You pervert!"

"Good night, dear."