[HP] End of Death

For the next few days, Harry was stuck in a state of extreme anxiety and worry.The time for the first event is slowly approaching, and he will perform a difficult, advanced and dangerous display of magic in front of everyone, and he has no idea how he is going to do it.

The tension was like a monster strangling him so tightly that he couldn't breathe. Harry felt that everything was no longer fun, and he had to spend time dealing with the gossip around him, because Rita Skeeter's article It has already been published. This article is not so much a report on the Triwizard Tournament, but rather a portrayal of Harry's private life. There are a lot of fabricated and false statements in it, which makes Harry feel extremely ashamed when he thinks about it——

"'... Harry Potter burst into tears as he spoke. We never thought that this boy's campus life was not as smooth as we imagined. He had youthful pain scars on his body. He said that his parents gave him persistence. The courage to go on...'Potter, are you really crying? Oh, I didn't expect you to be so sentimental—" Draco read aloud eccentrically while looking at him with playful eyes, he sat in the old classroom with two On the high place where the tables were stacked, he looked at Harry with a smile and jumped his feet angrily, "Also, what are the scars of youth pain, huh? Can you show me?"

"Malfoy, come down for me!"

"Look at this passage again, Potter," Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts, said his close friend Colin Creevey, Harry and a girl named Hermione Granger The girls are inseparable, and Miss Granger is amazingly beautiful, born into a Muggle family...'" Draco's voice gradually became softer, and his face became more gloomy as he read, and finally stared at the paragraph, as if he was about to close the text in his hand. Newspapers shredded.

After a while, he showed a weird smile, his expression looked extremely stiff: "Oh, Potter, it's good, I don't know yet, huh? First love? It's progressing very fast, congratulations. Oh yes, I forgot , you were going on a date at Hogsmeade, weren't you? I'm sorry to interrupt—"

"I don't understand what you're saying, Malfoy, if you don't come down—"

"Stunningly beautiful? I don't think so. What is she using as a standard, chipmunk? It's just a mudblood..." Before he could finish, Harry kicked the leg of the table, and the table underneath The table shook instantly, and the table above it collapsed, sending up a cloud of choking smoke.

Harry was also dumbfounded, he was just angry that Draco insulted Hermione, he didn't want to cripple him.He hurriedly ran to the pile of collapsed tables and chairs, and shouted tremblingly, "Malfoy? Are you okay?"

The boy didn't answer him, which made Harry even more flustered.He stepped tremblingly into the pile of tables and chairs, Draco was lying on his back, his hair was disheveled, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked extremely painful.

He slowly stretched out a hand, and Harry immediately went to help him, but at the moment he touched it, he suddenly saw a hint of slyness in his eyes, and he thought something bad in his heart.The next second, Draco pulled Harry over and pushed him hard against the side of the fallen table, and sat on top of him.

"I think you should be disciplined and disciplined, Potter."

"Oh, then you're right to insult Hermione?" Harry sneered, "If you're not hurt, get up from me, what right do you have to discipline me?"

"Then let me put it another way, Potter." The force pressing on his arm became heavier, "I think you should 'bully' you."

"Wait, what are you doing!?"

Twenty minutes later, Harry was leaning limply on the table, covering his eyes with one hand, not wanting to see Draco's face.The boy was sitting leisurely buttoning his shirt and putting on his coat, giving Harry a meaningful look from time to time.

"Do you need me to help you get dressed, Potter?" After packing his clothes, Draco turned around, and lightly touched his body with his slender fingertips. Harry sat up straight like a carp in an instant, waved opened his hands.

"Turn around." Harry glared at him fiercely, and took back the shirt he had taken off from the side.Draco was about to turn around, but repelled it when he saw his flushed cheeks and eyes bright with anger and shame.

They just went over what they did that afternoon again, and this time Harry felt that Draco was going too far, he was always touching those particularly sensitive points maliciously, making him limp and almost lost the strength to resist .Moreover, Harry also felt that his body was abnormally hot, and something was about to move, which made him extremely terrified.

Harry glared annoyedly at Draco's delay in turning around, and pushed his body hard, and Draco stared at him for a while longer before turning regretfully before the boy erupted.

But even with his back turned to him, Draco still narrowed his eyes when he heard the rustling sound of buttoning his clothes behind him. He couldn't control his imagination, so he shook his head.

Harry was always worried that Draco would turn around suddenly, and he dressed faster than ever. He hurriedly put on his tie and urged him to get up. The two of them cleared up the crumbling desks and chairs and left the classroom.

Harry found it difficult to explain to Hermione why he couldn't go to Hogsmeade with her for the weekend, because he had no reason not to go there, and it was impossible for him to go with anyone else.But he must not tell the truth, otherwise it would be to confirm the rumors that he and Draco had an affair.

For this reason, he racked his brains and thought of many solutions but was rejected by himself. In the end, he could only pretend to be sick and refuse. As a result, Hermione volunteered to stay and take care of him, and Harry quickly rejected her.

"Oh no, I really don't need it, Hermione, I know your kindness, but..."

"Listen, Harry, how could I leave you alone in the bedroom?" Hermione looked at him seriously.

"I just have a cold, it's not serious at all - but going to Hogsmeade will make it worse, it's very cold there, you know. You go with other friends, and help me bring some delicious food back by the way." Ha Lee tried to persuade, the girl stared at him for a long time, reluctantly nodded.

"Aren't you going to have a good talk with Ron, Harry? Seriously, I think it's just a misunderstanding—"

"Unless he takes the initiative to apologize to me, I won't talk to him." Harry said stubbornly, "It's not my fault, it's his fault."

"But you miss him too, don't you?"

"No, I haven't." This statement is definitely a lie.Harry liked Hermione a lot, but spending time with Hermione was different than Ron's, which meant a lot less joking around and more time spent going to the library.Harry was thinking like this, but Draco Malfoy's pale face appeared in his mind for some reason, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be staying with him a lot recently.

Harry didn't take the initiative to look for him, but he always appeared suddenly, and happened to stagger Harry's time with Hermione, which made him feel like he was being watched.

Draco is really getting more and more idle, he thought, although he used to target himself often, but at that time he preferred to laugh at him in front of everyone, but now he seems to be in love with teasing him alone, intimidating him Agreeing to some weird requests... Harry remembered his transgression again, and his face burned.

No, he couldn't be played around with him anymore, the Malfoy guy must be laughing at his stupidity somewhere.And he didn't forget Mr. Fickett's words, although they hadn't contacted for a long time.

Maybe he should write him a letter and talk to him about how he was...so much had happened lately that Harry didn't have time to think about it.Maybe he could give him some advice about the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry scratched his hair and felt better, so he opened his textbook and began to practice the Flying Charm.