[HP] End of Death

Hermione pulled Harry to sit down among a pile of Gryffindors, and he looked away.Ron sat with Seamus and Dean and never looked at him, which made him feel even more irritable.

After Professor Snape walked in, the classroom fell into silence for an instant. He briefly explained the content of this lesson and let everyone start to operate.

Draco chopped the mandrake roots neatly and poured them into the boiling water in the pot.He closed the lid, took out three bottles of reagents from the table, poured three milliliters into the glass, stirred them with a glass rod, and sprinkled a handful of star sand, the gray viscous liquid in the glass showed a flickering Pure, crystal clear and pure texture.He glanced at Nott beside him. He was pouring a cyan translucent liquid into the pot, which was the oca grass juice needed for this potion.

Draco opened the lid of the pot, and a steaming white mist came over his face. The mandrake roots had been boiled to rotten. He used a big spoon to scoop out the grass roots whose essence was gone and poured them into a garbage bag. Pour in the prepared gray liquid, stir counterclockwise three times, and then cover the pot again.He glanced at Nott again, twitched the corners of his mouth, and took a bottle of powder in a brown bottle from the table.

Nott was pinching his nose and frowning as he stirred a strangely colored colloid in the pot. He knew there must be something wrong with the potion he had prepared, otherwise it wouldn't be this bright pink...

He turned his head to look at the textbook, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his right hand.Where he didn't pay attention, a hand reached over and shook a small pinch of white powder into the pot.

Nott looked at it for a long time and didn't find out what went wrong, so he continued to prepare the potion step by step.As soon as he turned his head, he saw the pink colloid in the pot suddenly start bubbling, and the boiler also vibrated, making a harsh creaking sound.

"What's going on?" He was extremely puzzled, the surroundings were surrounded by white mist, and everyone was concentrating on preparing the potion, but no one noticed his strange condition.From their point of view, this was a normal occurrence in Potions class.

Nott picked up the glass rod and poked the bubbles. This action caused him a catastrophe. The expanding bubbles suddenly exploded, and the hot pink sticky jelly flew up and hit his arms, chest and neck. , Burning big holes through his robe.

"Ah—" he couldn't help screaming.

Nott's cry finally made the students around him panic. Draco hurriedly called Professor Snape, and they sent him to the infirmary for treatment. The chaos was finally over.

However, the Potions class was not over yet, and they had to continue to concoct their own antidote.At this time, the door of the basement classroom was knocked suddenly, and a little boy came in.He looked around, as if looking for someone, and when he saw Harry, he smiled at him and walked quickly.

"Harry, where's Professor Snape?" Colin Creevey asked, "I think I should speak to him about this..."

"He went to send the students to the infirmary, what's the matter?" Harry stopped what he was doing.

"Well, Mr. Bagman asked you to go upstairs with Malfoy, I think they may be taking pictures..." Colin said, and he started looking around again, "By the way, Harry, you know where Malfoy is sitting ?"

"He went out with Professor Snape, I guess they will be back soon." Harry glanced at the unfinished potion in his pot, and emptied it with his wand.He quickly packed his schoolbag and glanced at Draco's position - it was a mess by Nott's spray of failed potions, the table was full of pink slime, the stool was tilted here and there, and the floor was covered with unknown people's blood. books.

Harry hesitated for a moment, struggling.He scratched his already messy hair, finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind to walk over, and started to help him pack his schoolbag.

Harry knew that his current behavior was very abnormal in the eyes of others. As Malfoy's old enemy, what he should do was to step on his schoolbag a few times, rather than help him clean up the stains and garbage on the table.

Fortunately, the potions classroom was so smoky that even the students who were very close to each other couldn't see each other's faces clearly, and even fewer people paid attention to Harry.He squatted down, flipped through the covers of the pile of books, found that they were all books by Nott, and ignored them.

A few minutes later, he carried Draco's schoolbag and walked towards Colin, who was dazed, and said in a low voice, "Let's wait outside."

"Oh...oh, oh, okay." Colin finally came to his senses and nodded stiffly.

As soon as they walked out of the classroom, they saw Professor Snape and Draco coming from the other end of the corridor. The schoolbag seems somewhat familiar.

"What are you doing here?" Professor Snape asked coldly.

Colin blushed and stammered an explanation to him as Draco walked up to Harry and took the bag from him.

"You tidied it up for me?" he asked while putting on his schoolbag, leaning very close, Harry nodded and said nothing.Draco suddenly smiled, a bright smile, like a child who got the most delicious candy.

"You're very sweet, Potter," he whispered.Harry felt his face getting hot, and turned away from looking at him. At this time, Colin had finished negotiating with Professor Snape, and led them upstairs.

Harry followed him up the stairs, keeping his head down all the way, ignoring Draco, but he could still feel Draco's gaze resting on him.After a while he finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Why are you staring at me?"

"Oh, Potter, I think you should pull your collar up a bit." Draco's tone was very leisurely. He reached out and touched Harry's neck. The place is a little itchy.

"That's none of your business, Malfoy." He said warily, flustered for some reason.

Draco smiled mysteriously, shrugged and said nothing.

They were ushered into a small classroom where the desks had been pushed against the walls, leaving a large open space.There were three tables in the middle, covered with light blue velvet, and behind them were five exquisite armchairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was having a conversation with a strange witch in a magenta robe. talking.

Bagman's eyes lit up when he saw Harry, and he was about to greet Harry when Draco stepped in front of Harry and held out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman, I'm Draco Malfoy, we met at the World Cup... Yes, my father often mentioned you to me, he said you are a very good wizard, yes, no Wrong... Thank you very much for the tickets you gave us last time, it's really wonderful..." Draco smiled and talked with Bagman with ease, and the strange witch walked up to Harry and stared at Harry closely. he.

"Oh, hello Harry, I'm Rita Skeeter and I'm employed by the Daily Prophet to write some articles about the Triwizard Tournament. Before you start, can I say a few words to you? A word?" She was watching him eagerly, and Harry felt her nose almost touch his forehead.

"Uh……"

"That's great." She said happily, and the hand with bright red nail polish immediately grabbed Harry's arm like an eagle's claw, and he couldn't break free, "We can't stay there, it's too noisy Let me see, ah, this place is very suitable..."

She dragged Harry into a broom room.

After Harry and Rita disappeared into the room, Draco's eyes flashed, and he showed a somewhat sorry expression to Bagman: "Oh, Mr. Bagman, I have a stomachache, I can't talk to you anymore, I have to Go to the toilet..."

Bagman asked with concern if he knew where the toilet was, Draco nodded, he feigned pain and ran to a small room next to the broom room, leaning against the wall and listening breathlessly.