[HP] End of Death

"Draco..." Harry expected his reaction like this. He was about to persuade him, but Draco beat him with a stern tone: "I will never allow you to do such a crazy thing. You Have you ever used your brain to think—do you know how dangerous it is?"

"I know--"

"I agree with Malfoy too. Seriously, man, this is ridiculous. I think it's better to pretend to be Bellatrix." Ron also expressed his opinion.

"No, listen to me, it's not that bad. I've been discussing with Hermione for the past few days. Since soul swaps are two-way, I can take the initiative to perform soul swaps with the mysterious person. We can choose Do it while he's sleeping, so the chances of success are higher."

"But, Harry, what if it doesn't work? What if My-Know-Who stops you?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Then this plan will fail, and we can think of other ways. It doesn't matter if it fails, because the mysterious man doesn't know what we are going to do, and he may only think that I am resisting."

"But what if he forced it back in the middle of your operation? Harry, that's really—"

"No, I think it will be difficult to switch once the swap is successful. Unless I give up control, the initiative should be in my hands. Of course, we still have to complete the task as soon as possible to avoid complications."

"One more question, Harry, if the mysterious man runs into your body, what should you do with him? It's not safe to put him anywhere, he may use your body to kill!"

"Well, I've thought about this too. There seems to be no place in this world that can trap a mysterious man, but as far as I know, there seems to be a dark wizard with the same power before the mysterious man. He was finally locked in a In the prison. Since this prison can hold him, it should at least be able to stop the mysterious man for a while."

Hermione looked at Ron in horror, as if she wanted to exchange a look of disbelief with him, but the latter was completely in shock and couldn't react at all.

"Harry, I can't imagine how you could think of such things... You're going to imprison yourself in Nurmengard, where Grindelwald is being held? Have you ever wondered how you're going to get out! It's really—I I can't believe it—" Hermione waved her hands, frowning tightly to express her emotions, but the words were stuck in her throat and it was difficult to speak.

"There is always a way to get out. Prisons can always be opened, as long as their purpose is not to lock people in forever. I think Grindelwald must know, because he built this prison."

"If he knew how to open the prison, why didn't he escape himself?" Ron seemed to finally come to his senses.

"This mechanism must only be opened from the outside, and those locked inside cannot escape."

They were silent for a while, and seemed to have no questions to ask for a while.Ron and Hermione kept exchanging glances and discussing in low tones, and the two seemed to disagree.Harry turned around, only to find that Draco had disappeared at some point.

No one mentioned it for the rest of the day, and Hermione ran to the library again, and Ron accompanied her.Harry felt that staying in the Room of Requirement was too boring, but he didn't want to spend time in the library, so he asked Hermione to go to the castle.

"Harry, you promise me that you will never do those impulsive things—" Hermione was extremely helpless, she looked a little tired, and her tone became more irritable.

"I promise, Hermione."

"I always feel that even if you say that now, once you encounter those things, you can't help but rush forward."

"I won't, Hermione. Even if I saw Death Eaters arresting someone, I'd hold back...probably."

"Harry!"

"I really - I'll control myself!" Harry hurriedly remedied, but Hermione still bit her lip, looking in disbelief on his face.In the end, she looked at Draco who was sitting not far away reading a newspaper, and said, "Malfoy, watch him a little bit, you must not let him act impulsively again."

Draco put down the newspaper slowly, without looking at Harry, and nodded slightly to Hermione.

Hermione and Ron left, leaving only Harry and Draco in the room.Harry felt awkward standing there, he wanted to talk to Draco, but Draco ignored him since yesterday, and went back to sleep alone in his own bed at night, drawing the curtains tightly.

He hesitated for a while, then walked gently to him and patted his shoulder.

"Draco—"

The boy looked up at him, got up and walked away expressionlessly.

Harry stood there in a daze, a little dazed and aggrieved.Draco had never been this mean to him—never, not even in fifth year, but now because of a suggestion of his own—he didn't even know what he was mad about, he thought he The plan has been considered more thoughtfully, and this is not a suggestion he made rashly in a moment of enthusiasm.

If he could think of a better way, of course he would listen, Harry thought angrily, and if he could forcefully dismiss his suggestion, then he would have to surrender.But he couldn't, and he didn't support him.

Maybe he thought it was another reckless move of his, but he really didn't want to go on like this anymore.Tortured, in the torture, he was disappointed in himself countless times in the middle of the night, and he felt disgusted with himself. He hated himself for falling into Voldemort's trap, and hated himself for not being free and easy.An emotional person like him will always give others a lot of excuses, and in this regard, maybe he can only become a weak person.

His friends were suffering—no, all the world was suffering.It's not the first time he's aware of it, but it's never been this strong.The wine and promises at the Pig's Head bar woke him up, and he suddenly realized that he had no time to immerse himself in meaningless weakness.He's got to do something -- while he's been moving, he needs something more definitive to show he's not standing still.

With that in mind, he walked out of the Room of Requirement.He knew Draco would follow.Sure enough, after he walked more than ten meters, the boy appeared behind him, following him not too far away.

Harry walked casually down the long corridor and turned into a side staircase.The high walls and handrails blocked his view, and he couldn't see Draco, nor could he hear his footsteps, but he knew he must have picked up his pace.

With a bit of anger and mischief, he quickly turned down the stairs and came to the corridor on the third floor, where a group of students were coming out of the classroom.He stood by the wall for a while, and the boys and girls walking around turned to look at him curiously.

After the students filed out, Harry saw Professor McGonagall hastily locked the door of the classroom with the lesson plans, and strode away quickly.She was still wearing a small bun, her mouth was tightly pursed, and she was serious.

Professor McGonagall knew they were there, but she never tried to disturb them.Maybe she didn't want to do this, maybe there were more troublesome things bothering her... Harry was thinking about this when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him.A hand jerked past him and pushed him against the wall, hurting Harry's back.He raised his head and met the gray-blue eyes of the other party, with ice-cold anger brewing in the sea.

They stared at each other for a moment, Draco bit his lower lip and said nothing.After a few seconds, he let go of him, and walked on without a word.

Harry looked at his thin back, hesitated for a while and followed him, but just kept a distance of about ten meters away.