[HP] End of Death

They put on the cloak of invisibility and walked through Hogwarts Castle to the Forbidden Forest.The field was very windy, and Harry held the hem of the Invisibility Cloak tightly with his right hand, for fear that the wind would blow it up, but this seemed to be an over worry.

"Where are we going?" he asked in a low voice.There was a slight rustle of feet on the dewy grass, and Draco held his hand tightly, which made Harry feel a little uncomfortable because their hands were covered with sweat.

"You'll know when you go. You'll be well worth the trip, Potter." He was still holding on, and Harry could only suppress his nervousness and curiosity for the time being.

They walked a long way around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the castle and the lake were no longer visible. In the distance, there was only a dark forest and a flock of birds. Harry was about to ask a question when he heard a voice not far away. There was a movement, several men shouted loudly, followed by a deafening and sharp roar, which was not a human voice, but more like the roar of a wild beast from the abyss...

Draco pulled him around a grove and stood where he could see into the field.Harry took a closer look, his eyes widening involuntarily.

"My God, that's—"

"Yes, Charmander," whispered the boy beside him, who seemed pleased with Harry's reaction.

Four adult dragons with very fierce appearance were imprisoned in a large field surrounded by planks.They propped themselves up on their hind legs, breathing flames from their nostrils, roaring continuously, and their eyes as big as copper bells looked particularly bright and scary in the middle of the night.

"Which one do you prefer, Potter?" Draco seemed to ask casually, he fixedly watched the gorgeous scene of sparks flying in the venue, his eyes sparkled, "I think the ordinary green Welsh green dragon Very good, what do you think?"

Before Harry could answer him, he continued, "But I suppose you'd prefer the red Chinese fireball, for Brave Gryffindor?"

Harry didn't speak, his gut told him Draco didn't need his answer, he just had to listen.

"But the most dangerous one is the black one—yes, the one that looks like a dinosaur. It's the Hungarian Horntail. It's just as dangerous from the front as it is from the back. Let's hope we don't smoke it." Della Coe pointed to the Hungarian Horntail's tail, and Harry saw long, sharp, bronze-colored spikes protruding every few inches from the huge tail.

"So our first project is to face the fire dragon?" He finally spoke, his voice trembling a little, whether it was from the cold or fear.

"Oh, it's definitely not for you to beat it, I think it should be passed by it." Draco shrugged, and he stared at the huge Hungarian Horntail for a while, standing upright with dozens of The building was so high that it almost blocked all the moonlight. Those pale yellow eyes were protruding, and the pupils were vertical like snake pupils, and slender like a gap... It suddenly roared, furious and stern, huge The membranous wings flapped up and down, bringing up a huge gust of wind.

There were more than 30 wizards on the field, and seven or eight wizards dealt with a fire dragon. They cast spells around the fire dragon, and the colorful beams hit their scales in unison, making loud noises.Harry saw a familiar figure in it, he almost pointed at him and shouted: "Ah, that's Ron's brother Charlie! I remembered, he was studying dragons overseas... No wonder he said he would Come watch the Triwizard Tournament!"

Draco wasn't interested, but surprisingly he didn't say anything, just snorted.Harry's eyes were still on Charlie, and he thought he could write this down and tell Ron, but he quickly remembered that Ron had stopped talking to him.

"Okay, don't look." Draco suddenly stomped a little irritably, pulling him to face him, "Do you have any idea, Potter? You should have a trick ready to surprise everyone Bar?"

"Is there anything you can do?" Harry ignored the second half of his sentence.

"My father told me that the Eye Spell is more feasible, but I think there may be other ways." Draco replied with feigned ease.Harry felt that something was wrong. Draco shared the content of the game with him as a cooperation agreement, but the content of this agreement obviously did not include telling the other party how to pass the project... Isn't he afraid that he will learn from him? method?Essentially, they are still rivals.

Thinking of this, Harry looked at him a little strangely, but he didn't point it out, but changed the subject: "I think we should go back, Malfoy. It's getting late now."

"It's only nine o'clock now, let's wait and see." Draco persuaded.Harry felt that he was holding himself stronger, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, and the latter seemed to be really observing the dragon seriously, so Harry had to turn his head.

They stayed in the cold field until the wizards subdued all the fire dragons and called it a day and went back.Harry was yawning so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, letting Draco lead him back.

"Potter, watch carefully!" When Harry was about to hit a big tree for the third time, the boy finally couldn't bear to drag him aside.He glared at him angrily, as if he wanted to knock his head open to see what was inside, but Harry didn't seem to hear his roar, he blinked in confusion, trying to wake himself up, but The scene in front of him became more and more blurred.He lowered his head, resting on his chest.

Draco stared fixedly at the defenseless boy in front of him, as if to make sure this was true.He raised his hand as if to touch his hair, but in the end he just lifted the cloak of invisibility on the two of them.

"Wake up, Potter. Go back to sleep," he whispered, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.Harry shook his head, pouted, and leaned into his arms.Draco's eyes darkened, and he looked down at his messy black hair, the small ears covered by the hair, and the white and slender neck under the moonlight...

"I told you not to challenge my patience, Potter." Draco pressed his brows hard, lifting his chin with one hand.He stared at him for a while, took off his glasses and leaned over to carefully kiss the corner of his lips.

Draco remembered the last time in the dim screaming shack, he pulled him close to lick the ice cream on his lips, the cold, sweet taste still seemed to linger on his tongue.That time was just a taste, the boy in front of him flushed like an angry little beast and knocked him away.Draco squeezed his jaw and forced his mouth open, prying his teeth open and driving straight in.

He kissed a little urgently, and Harry struggled unconsciously, but this struggle was completely insignificant to Draco, he easily grabbed his hands, turned his head and kissed him at different angles.

He sucked and bit his neck presumptuously, leaving mottled marks, the boy moaned softly, his eyelashes moved, Draco was startled, and pulled away a little.He stared at him with bated breath, his chest heaved violently, and the blood hit the eardrums and buzzed.Harry stopped moving after that, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure he hadn't woken up yet.He helped him stand up straight, and put the invisibility cloak on the two of them again.

"Potter, we're going back." He whispered in his ear, squeezing his waist, "Can you walk?"

Harry didn't answer him, Draco pulled his arm around his neck and led him slowly towards the castle.But after a while he felt that this method was not flexible enough, especially when they had to go up the steps.Draco sighed, turned his head to press him against the wall and licked and kissed him again, squatted down to let him lie on his back, and continued to walk forward with his back.

"It's really serious." He gritted his teeth a little bit, "I won't let you go easily when I go back, Potter."