[HP] End of Death

Hermione didn't keep Harry waiting too long.She quickly called Ron to discuss it with the waking Draco, and Harry refrained from eavesdropping on their conversation.

After about an hour or so, they walked here while talking-Ron kept talking next to Hermione, while the latter kept nodding, but it seemed a bit perfunctory to Harry.Draco said nothing, still maintaining that indifferent expression.

They walked over to Harry and sat down opposite him.Hermione was sitting directly opposite Harry, and she took out a piece of parchment from her bosom. There were many words scrawled on the paper, some of which were heavily marked with black circles, and ink was still dripping on the side.

"That's right, Harry," Hermione cleared her throat, moved her sitting position, and observed Harry's expression, "Have you heard of a flow chart? It's a graphic representation used to represent a certain process. In fact, we all think that your plan—well—as long as one link goes wrong, all previous efforts will be wasted, so if it is drawn as a flow chart, as long as one section of it is executed incorrectly, the program must be terminated.”

Harry nodded, motioning for her to continue.

Hermione coughed and pointed her finger at the first marked circle: "The first step is to confirm the specific situation of Nurmengard. If we can't find a way to operate the prison, then this plan has been aborted. The second step is also a very dangerous step-soul exchange, if you are stopped by the mysterious person, then you will also fail. The third step, the most dangerous and error-prone part of the whole plan-you manipulate the mysterious person's body to enter Gringotts. The Gringotts goblins will definitely not dare to check the identity of the You-Know-Who, but the You-Know-Who will definitely try to stop you in the process. We can't predict what will happen, maybe you will change it back before you get the gold cup If you have lost your body, maybe you have got the golden cup but you can’t give it to us. We don’t even know if this entanglement will have a serious impact on your soul. And if this step fails, it means that the mysterious person has already known What we're looking for, he's definitely going to transfer the Gold Cup afterwards, which makes it harder for us to eliminate it."

She stopped here and looked up at him seriously: "Harry, have you thought about all this? Are you really sure you want to carry out this plan?"

Harry had to meet her piercing eyes. He swallowed, and said slowly: "I have considered most of what you said. Of course, if the failures you mentioned Once it happens, the plan will be cancelled, and I have no objection. We can try it first, and if it really doesn’t work, it’s not too late to think of other ways.”

"The point is, Harry, there are too many things that can go wrong in the third step. Maybe we can't see whether you have successfully exchanged at all, or we thought the mysterious person was you, but it wasn't."

"It's easy to solve. If I fail, then I will say a code, and the person who stayed in Nurmengard will pass the message to you after hearing the code." Harry replied immediately, "As for you The mysterious man will move the Horcrux, and I personally think that even if he doesn't move it, it will be difficult for us to get it. If we don't do anything, then it doesn't matter to us where the Horcrux is."

"Harry..."

"If you guys have a better way, then I'll listen. But if not, why not try mine?" he snapped.Hermione sighed and exchanged glances with Ron, both feeling a little helpless.

"There's nothing to lose by trying, Hermione. Maybe the plan will die at the first step." Harry persuaded further, standing up with his hands on the table.

Hermione frowned, her mouth drawn into a pale line.She looked at Ron several times, then looked at Draco, hesitated for a long time before saying hesitantly: "Harry, if you must go to Nurmengard to take a look, we will accompany you...but If it doesn't work, we'll come back and find another way, shall we?"

"Oh, of course, no problem." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow.He subconsciously glanced at Draco, who wasn't looking at him - in fact he didn't seem to be looking at anything, just staring coldly ahead, as if more interested in the spots on the wall.

Harry straightened up, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Harry had thought that Draco would not go to Nurmengard with them, after all he had shown extreme resistance to this action from beginning to end.But when they had packed up their things and left Hogwarts, returning to 12 Grimmauld Place to start preparations, he suddenly offered to go with them.

Nurmengard is located in an extremely cold and remote corner of northern Europe. The westerly wind blows in all seasons, and the air is humid and cold.They lined up to enter the train, and Harry took a seat by the window.He looked out of the window, and it had already started to rain lightly outside, and the raindrops stained the glass window indistinctly, distorting the hurried flow of people at the station into red, green and green paint.

Draco sat next to him, reading a Muggle newspaper.Harry noticed that the headlines in the newspapers were bold: 58 casualties as western tornado strikes again.He couldn't help leaning over to read the content of the report below. He guessed that this might not be an ordinary tornado, but Voldemort deliberately spreading panic.

Seeing that he was interested, Draco moved the newspaper halfway in front of him, and Harry took the opportunity to grab his dangling left hand and put it on his lap despite his struggle.

"...'This tornado has affected more than a dozen counties'" he read out in a low voice, "'The relevant government departments are taking emergency measures...'Draco, is this what the mysterious person did?"

Draco snorted and took the newspaper back from his hand: "Maybe. But it happens all the time."

He pointed to a mass murder with no murderer in the upper right corner, and pointed to the report on the large-scale famine in Yorkshire printed below.

"These... are all related to the mysterious man?"

"I don't know. But one thing for sure is that it's not a good time for wizards or Muggles." Draco said, he yawned and put the newspaper aside.

"That's why we need to step up—"

"Humph."

Harry looked at Draco's side face, his neck was extremely fair, and the beautiful arc drawn was also fascinating.He couldn't help leaning over and nibbling on his Adam's apple, the other party trembled suddenly, then turned his head and grabbed his hair to raise his head, and bit his neck hard.

"It hurts! Draco!"

"Don't tease me, Harry." He touched the bite mark with his fingertips, almost rubbing the skin red, "Be quiet, we are still in a cold war."

"Oh, want to kiss?" Harry raised his eyebrows and pulled his collar down.

Draco stared sullenly at the attractive collarbone exposed under his collar, and he pushed him to the corner of the seat and straddled his lap: "You asked for it."

The train arrived at the station in a few hours.The sound of the flute roared in the cold, narrow and dark space, and human heads surged in the purple waves.They couldn't see each other's eyes, as if they were just a school of flounder walking blindly with the current.

After Harry and his party left the train station, they turned into a path less traveled by.Weathered gravel was walking around on the road, and weeds half a person's height sprang out from between the gravel, like a desolate scarecrow swaying in the wind.

Nurmengard, a dark tower reaching into the sky, sits on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.Harry had never seen the sea, let alone the sea at night, the black silk that rose slowly and covered the sky, and the moonlight shrouded the smooth folds of the silk.They stepped on the steps paved with silk and satin to the distant tower hidden in the sea fog.

Maybe watching the sea with friends at night is a very interesting thing, but none of them have the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery.The sea wind made them shrink back, and the loud sound of the waves lapping on the beach echoed in the open darkness, and the crooked trees on both sides of the road were blown to one side.

Harry put his hat on, but it was still cold.He rubbed his palms together, stuffed them into his pockets again, and curled up his neck.Draco reached out and pulled him closer, putting a gloved hand to one of his ears.

It took them about half an hour to reach the bottom of Nurmengard's tower.The high tower is surrounded by a tall diamond-shaped fence, which is already rusted. Withered creepers are entangled on the black iron fence, like the corpse of some kind of plankton.

Hermione used a few spells to break a big gap in the fence, and they stepped into the cold and solemn prison.It took some effort to find the entrance to the tower, because the gate of Nurmengard was actually set underground, and the entrance to the underground floor was covered by dried lichen and locust tree roots, making it extremely difficult to detect at night.

"I think it's colder here than outside," said Ron, folding his arms and shivering.His voice echoed in the dark space, and the sound of their footsteps seemed particularly empty and eerie.

The smell of rotting vegetation and a musty smell of dampness that has not been ventilated for a long time is in the air, which is extremely strange.With the light of the Illuminating Charm, Harry observed the cells on both sides of the corridor. Most of them were empty, and the thin bars painted shadows on the walls; but there were also a few cells with shriveled corpses lying in them. Various postures are dead here, with withered hands and faces with almost a layer of skin left facing the ceiling or wall, as if they still want to grab something.

Hermione gave a short squeal when she first saw them, and Ron threw her into his arms.

They went up the long, dirty, damp stairway, without a single window, and the hazy light mixed with the suffocating darkness, like a long thin hand grasping their throats.

Grindelwald was imprisoned at the highest point of the tallest tower, facing the moonlight.Harry couldn't imagine how he would spend countless long nights in such a cold and terribly silent place. The howling of the wind and the sea at night seemed to be soulless ghosts, and the scattered sunlight in the daytime could not dispel the threatening Humidity, almost maddening.

Draco held Harry's hand tightly, and Harry could feel his arm trembling slightly, whether it was from the cold or fear.He looked at him, the tip of his nose was shining with silver light, and there was heavy snow floating in his pupils.

"Come closer if you're scared," Harry teased.

"Damn it, I'm not scared." Draco sniffed and shot him a glare.