[HP] End of Death

"Come on, honey—that's right—that's great," Rita Skeeter sat down on an upturned bucket, dangling as if she was about to fall.She pressed Harry on a broken cardboard box, raised her hand and closed the door, and the room was plunged into darkness, "Okay, let me think..."

She opened her crocodile bag, pulled out a handful of candles, and with a flick of her wand, the candles lit up and floated in a circle.

"Oh, dear, you don't mind if I use a shorthand quill? That way I can talk to you better..." Rita said with a smile, she tilted her head, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by something, " Oh Harry, my God, did you get into a fight with someone?"

"what?"

"You still have bruises on your neck. It seems that your school life is not stable, Harry. Let me think, is there anyone in school who is particularly unfriendly to you?" Rita looked at him with bright eyes , Harry leaned back subconsciously, but he didn't expect that there was no support behind him, and he almost fell.

"An unfriendly person? Of course it's Mal..." Harry was about to answer without thinking, and suddenly thought of the cooperation with Draco, and cut off the conversation abruptly.

"Who is it, Harry?" Rita asked enthusiastically, "Who is Mal? I don't think it should be the warrior who came up with you just now, Draco Malfoy?"

Harry: "..." No, it was him.

Ten minutes later, Harry was relieved when Dumbledore walked in and interrupted their conversation.Rita still seemed to be unsatisfied, and even wanted to make an appointment to chat next time, but Harry quickly escaped from her sight.

Dumbledore took him into a small room next door, where Krum, Fleur and Draco were already seated in chairs by the door, and four of the five judges sat behind a velvet-covered table. There was a familiar old man sitting quietly by the window.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander to you. He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's seat and said to several warriors.

Mr. Ollivander stood up and smiled at them.He examined Fleur's and Krum's wands carefully, and when it was Draco's turn, Mr. Ollivander looked much happier than before: "Oh, this is my product, isn't it? Yes, there is a A unicorn hair, very flexible...ten inches long...made of hawthorn wood, very strong. In excellent condition...do you nurse it regularly?"

"Just cleaned it with High Lifter water last night, sir." Draco replied lazily.Harry wondered if this man would die if he didn't show off?

Mr. Ollivander spewed a silver smoke ring from the tip of Draco's wand, and the smoke ring drifted from one end of the room to the other. He nodded in satisfaction: "There is one last... Bo Mr. Te."

Harry stood up and handed him his wand.He will always remember that summer three years ago, on his 11th birthday, he found a wand for him in Mr. Ollivander's shop—made of holly wood, with phoenix tail hair, eleven inches long , he couldn't put it down, but Mr. Ollivander said it was the most miraculous thing he had ever seen, because the phoenix tail feather in the wand used by the dark wizard Voldemort who killed his parents and the feathers in his wand were Pulled from the same bird.

Harry never told anyone about it, subconsciously he thought it was not a good thing.

Mr. Ollivander took a long time to check his wand. After the inspection, they stayed to take pictures. This took a lot of time, because Mrs. Maxime stood out no matter where she stood. Standing in a conspicuous position, Rita smiled and always pulled Harry to the front, repeating many times.

When they were finally over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.Harry walked out of the stuffy room quickly, a series of footsteps sounded behind him, and Draco followed.

"Potter," he walked up to him, stretched out his hand and pushed his collar away, and teased, "did you have a fight with someone else?"

"What got into a fight with someone else?" Harry felt weird from the moment Rita asked him. He lowered his head to look at his neck, but he couldn't see it at all from his angle.Draco pulled him into a nearby bathroom and pushed him in front of the mirror.

"See that, Potter?" He pointed to the blob of teeth marks on Harry's neck, it wasn't clear, most of it had faded, but the exposed part seemed particularly deep and distinct.

Harry thought for a moment of the night he had been declared a champion, in that dark, dusty little classroom, with him lying on top of him, leaning down and biting him hard on the neck...

Harry's face flushed suddenly, he pulled his collar tightly, turned around and wanted to leave, Draco quickly pressed his shoulders and pressed him against the sink.His back was icy cold, and when Harry raised his eyes, he fell into a shadowy, silver-gray sea. The dim light from the bathroom covered his skin with a fine metallic texture.

"You should answer her question well, Potter." Harry was still in a daze, but Draco had already spoken, his hand stroking his shoulder, and then his slender neck.

"...what's the problem?" Harry felt a little itchy, almost choking for breath.

"Tell her well, um, the person who was unfriendly to you in school is me," he bent down, and made a deeper mark on his unhealed scar, his voice was low, with a smile on his face, "De Racko Malfoy was always bullying Harry Potter, in every sense of the word."

"get out--"

"But I think the dedicated Rita Skeeter has written about it well," the boy ignored his irritability and continued to say happily, "Speaking of which, I quite like reading her articles. Always a lot of fun. I think I'll see it tomorrow, she's always been very efficient...she's supposed to make you look so pitiful, huh?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry struggled to get up, but was pushed back by Draco.

"By the way, I taught Nott a lesson for you." He suddenly remembered something, and said solemnly, "He is my good friend, and the price is not small. Potter, you have to give me some compensation."

Harry just wanted to punch him in the face at this moment, he had never seen such a shameless person: "When did I ask you to help me teach him? You are meddling in your own business!"

"So come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend." Draco announced without giving him a chance to continue.

"What? Wait, no, I have an appointment with Hermione—"

"Hermione? Let her go with Ron." He waved impatiently, seemingly displeased.

Harry said loudly, "I disagree, Malfoy, I don't want to be with your Slytherin friends at all!"

"No Slytherin friends, Potter." Draco tapped him on the forehead, and at that moment Harry's scar suddenly hurt, but when he felt it, it disappeared inexplicably, as if it was just his The illusion, "It's just the two of us."

"Aren't Crabbe and Goyle here?" Harry asked incredulously.

"No, not at all," Draco confirmed.Harry saw the slightest flicker of excitement in his eyes, and knew instantly that he was looking for another chance to embarrass him.

"I won't go!" He made the last fight.

"Follow me to Hogsmeade or take off your clothes and lie on the bed, it's your choice." Draco seemed to lose his patience, and Harry noticed his eyes slowly moving down, and the internal alarm went off.

"Malfoy, how dare you—"

"Oh, why am I afraid? It's you, do you dare to say it?" Draco had an evil smile on his face, and he was about to lift his clothes when he said that, Harry grabbed his hand in a hurry .

"Okay, okay..." He compromised bitterly, "Just this one time."

once?Draco raised his eyebrows, secretly laughing at his innocence, there will be a second time after the first time.