[HP] End of Death

Harry thought love was a wonderful thing.It allows him to temporarily forget all his troubles and immerse himself in relaxation and sweetness.Even though it was inappropriate, he wanted to temporarily escape from the sea of ​​suffering, so that his heart would not have to be tense all the time.

He and Draco walked around the Hogwarts castle holding hands while wearing the Invisibility Cloak.They walked through the foyer, and the gray and white stone pillars on both sides stood tall, like a stone forest.Harry looked up at the notice posted on the bulletin board. There was a piece of paper with the names and punishments of the students who violated the discipline written brightly, and the signature below was from Snape; In the corner of the paper, someone drew a small crying face; but the most eye-catching thing is the piece of paper pasted in the middle - the original content on the paper is very ordinary, but someone wrote heavily on it with red ink He said "Dumbledore's Army is still recruiting new members", and added three exclamation points, and the red ink seemed to be enchanted, emitting light like lights.

Harry stretched out his hand to gently stroke the words on the back of the paper, his eyes were a little moist.He suddenly wanted to go back to the classroom to fight with his friends, resist the high pressure of the Death Eaters, and cause trouble for them... Of course, the action just now was also exciting.They had knocked Snape down, taken the Gryffindor sword from him, and done what they had always wanted to do.

He drew his wand from his pocket and conjured a quill to write under the line.His hands were trembling a little, but his writing was extremely serious and firm.

Draco opened his mouth as if to stop him, but in the end he said nothing.He leaned over to see what Harry had written, and read it slowly: "...'We've always been here'."

Harry stuffed the pen into Draco's hand: "You write a sentence too, Draco."

Draco stared at the pen with a frown, thought for a moment, and added under Harry's words: "'Long live Harry Potter!'"

"Hey, what are you writing about?" Harry pushed Draco's shoulder.

"My truth." Draco replied innocently.

He took Harry's hand and continued walking. Tree shadows, the setting sun and mistletoe leaves swayed outside the corridor. The rich light was like water flowing from the top of the mountain to the plain, spreading around and spreading the crimson through the eyelids. Like a light horseshoe stepping through time.

They passed a classroom on the second floor, the dark blue curtains were drawn tightly, but the door was not closed, and the lecture teacher's duck-like voice came from inside: "Okay, those who have just been called stand in front one by one— -faster!"

There was the sound of sparse tables and chairs being pushed away in the classroom, followed by the rustling sound of cloth rubbing and footsteps. Several boys and girls walked slowly to the podium, and one of them was banned for walking too slowly. The professor pulled hard, staggered a step and nearly hit his head on the table.

Harry and Draco couldn't help but stop, hiding by the wall and watching them.

The standing girls were trembling, and they looked like they were going to pass out; and the boys were not much better, with pale faces and trembling.

"No, professor...we know we're wrong, no..." a girl begged tremblingly, "don't, don't..."

"Do you regret it now? It's too late, Stephen!" the man said coldly, "Why didn't you think of such a day when you said those words? You should have thought of the whip and the Cruciatus Curse back then, shouldn't you? "

"No, Professor... no, it's not my fault—"

"Okay, which classmate will come up first to practice what we just taught?" He shouted loudly, looking down at the students below him condescendingly, "Who will come first? If there is no one, I will call the roll... oh, Very good, Crabbe, very good..."

A tall and strong boy stood up from his seat, moved awkwardly from the gap between the two tables, and walked slowly down the stairs.Holding his wand, he smiled smugly, but looked even more stupid.

He slowly walked up to the first boy from the left, his chubby face was facing his slack pupils.The boy's body was shaking, his body suddenly convulsed, his limbs were trembling non-stop.Before Crabbe could cast his spell, he fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.

The classroom instantly became chaotic, and the students showed panic and talked a lot.

Crabbe was also obviously taken aback by this sudden change, and stood there helplessly, wondering whether he should continue casting spells on the unconscious boy on the ground.

The man scratched his head angrily, and yelled at the podium: "Shut up, everyone! Why are you arguing——whoever quarrels again will be arrested!"

His words were immediately effective, and the classroom fell silent instantly. Everyone sat up straight and stared at him nervously, fearing that his malicious eyes would fall on them.

The man's ugly face finally eased a little, he continued to scan the students in the audience, until he finally admired their fearful expressions, then nodded slowly, continued to look at his roster, and read the names of several people —Basically the Slytherins, who slowly climbed out of their seats, rubbed their eyes, and walked down the steps one after another.

"Find one for each person, and use the evil spell we taught today—whoever uses it better will scream louder. The more points will be awarded..."

Draco held Harry by the shoulders to keep him from rushing into the classroom, he covered his mouth and dragged him back, kept saying "calm down, Harry" in his ear, and Harry covered him Pulled his hand away, took a breath, and growled: "This bastard!"

"Listen, Harry, if you rush in—"

"I know, I'm not going to—"

"Then don't kick me, Harry."

"You're too tight!" Harry was still squeezing Draco's hand. "The madman—he—"

"I know you're angry, but what do you think will happen if you get caught?!" Draco yelled in his ear, dragging him back a few more steps, leading him away from the by the door.

"So we just don't do anything?" Harry didn't struggle anymore, his voice was angry and sad, like a cold knife stabbing Draco's chest straight.

He closed his eyes and said slowly, "Yes, we can't do anything... Be good, Harry."

The person in his arms lost his movement as if a switch had been pressed, and Draco panicked again.He looked down at him, only to find Harry staring straight at the door, wondering what to do.

"We have the Invisibility Cloak, Draco," he said suddenly.

"Harry..."

"We can sneak in without making a lot of noise, we can unobtrusively—"

Draco took a breath, thinking it was true.If you don't do something, it will definitely be difficult to dispel Harry's obsession, and it seems unrealistic to knock him out and drag him back...

Draco let go of Harry's grip and pulled him to the door.He glanced inside, and immediately put his hand over Harry's shoulder to prevent him from rushing up.

The classroom was silent, only the sound of chanting curses and painful groans from the two rows of people on the stage tormented everyone's souls.Draco looked at the line of students who cast the spell, and their situation was even more dire - except for a few merciless people who enjoyed it, everyone else looked at the man standing on the podium with a look of horror. The teacher looked at the classmates in front of him again, and gritted his teeth so that he could ignore those tooth-piercing pleadings and cries of pain, as well as the judge-like eyes of the classmates behind him.It's hell on earth.

"You don't move, let me do it." Draco whispered, grabbing Harry's hand.They moved cautiously towards the podium, taking care not to make any crashing noises.Draco led him around behind a boy who was casting a spell, took out his wand and put it only an inch away from his back, whispered a confusion spell, and then pulled Harry away quickly.

The boy swayed, turned around suddenly, pointed his wand at the door, and said aloud "Crucio", the red light hit the copper door with a bang, which scared the students and the teacher Jump.

"What are you doing, Kurt?" the man yelled, striding towards Kurt.

Kurt wobbled and turned his head to look at him, and raised his wand at him foolishly: "Crucio!"

The man couldn't dodge in time, screamed and fell to the ground twitching.The audience was in an uproar. The students in the back row stood up, looking forward excitedly and fearfully, and some people simply left their seats and ran to the front to find out.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Harry and Draco quickly ran out of the classroom.Kurt was still suffering from the Confusion Charm, casting spells all over the place, but he was knocked unconscious by a couple of the boys in no time, and the other casters were quickly subdued.

Harry glanced back. There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and the students left their seats one after another.Several boys helped up the boy who had fainted at the beginning, and carried him to the infirmary.

He took one last look, keeping this scene deeply in his heart, and turned around to squeeze Draco's hand tightly.

"No, I'm going to go back and add 'Long live Draco Malfoy' underneath!" he gasped as he ran.

"Oh, just tell me." The boy replied, "Your handwriting is too ugly."

Harry pushed him on the back, Draco staggered a few steps forward, and the Invisibility Cloak slipped off both of them.

He straightened up against the wall, and Harry put the cloak away and stuffed it into his pocket.The two looked at each other for a while and laughed together.