[HP] End of Death

Hermione has been dealing with two friends recently. She feels that she is extremely tired, and her whole heart is uneasy, as if tied by a rope.Ron still had the same stubborn temper, and he refused to talk to Harry, but Harry was also very strange, always mysterious, not knowing what he was doing, and always distracted when chatting with him.

But this day, as soon as they finished their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was called away by Professor Moody. When he came back, he asked her with a serious face and said that he wanted to practice the Flying Curse.

"I'm worried. Is this foul play? I mean—Professor Moody—"

"I don't know." Harry also seemed uncertain, "but Professor Moody said that both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will get help from their teachers, and cheating is very common in the Triwizard Tournament. And , er, I just got a little hint..." His voice softened.

He suddenly thought of a question, since Professor Moody gave him some advice, did he help Draco?But with how much he hated Death Eaters and the experience of turning Draco into a ferret... Even if he was willing to help him, Draco would definitely not accept it.

But that's not what he should be concerned about.Draco was sure he had a solution.Maybe he has learned the Eye Curse and is waiting to show his skills on the field.

Harry shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He and Hermione took several pillows and practiced in the empty classroom. Harry's Flying Curse could only make the pillows float up a little at first, but later it was able to make them move a certain distance , but the direction is not very accurate.

"Relax, Harry! Move your wand more naturally!" cried Hermione, who was showing him off. "Here comes the pillow!"

The furthest blue floral print pillow rose quickly and flew towards her, tumbling into her arms.Harry clapped his hands a few times in response, and continued practicing after a short rest.

Harry wanted to skip the afternoon divination class, but Hermione didn't want to skip the arithmetic and divination class.It wouldn't be much fun if he was the only one practicing the Coming Charm, so he reluctantly packed his schoolbag and headed to Professor Trelawney's tower.

Someone tapped Harry on the shoulder when he was halfway there, and without looking back, he said, "Malfoy." He thought he guessed right.

"Potter, go to class?" The man came up to him, also carrying a schoolbag.

Harry rolled his eyes, thinking this is nonsense, isn't he going to class?At this time, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and it was caught by him quickly, and he asked it before he regretted it——

"Do you want to skip class?"

He saw Draco's eyebrows obviously raised upwards, as if he was thinking about the real purpose of his words, but he obviously didn't think for a long time, because the next second he waved to Crabbe and Goyle and said: "You guys Two go to class, I won't go."

"what?"

"Malfoy, are you serious?"

Crabbe and Goyle stared wide-eyed, looking like they wanted to stay but didn't know what to say. Draco kicked the stones on the ground and gave them a sideways look: "Do you know what to say to the teacher?"

"Uh, I know..."

"That's fine." He nodded in satisfaction, and raised his chin at Harry, "Come on, where are you going?"

"An... empty classroom on the second floor."

Having Draco as his sparring partner was indeed a hot idea, and when Harry came to his senses, they were already standing in the empty classroom with pillows.

Draco put down his schoolbag and walked along the aisles on both sides, complaining about the long-standing dust and dirty ground, which made Harry blacken and thought it would be a better choice to drive him out .

"What was your class?" he asked.

"Astronomy class," Draco replied, "What about you?"

"Astrology class."

The boy stopped in his tracks, raised his head and thought for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Oh, it's that old liar's class, right? I heard that she often arranges your future in class, it seems quite interesting—" —”

"Shut up," Harry said, "it's not funny."

Draco took a quick look at him and asked in a nonchalant tone, "So, Potter, what did you bring me here for? It couldn't be a date, could it?"

"...What's going on in your head." Harry wrinkled his nose and asked directly, "Can you curse?"

"Flying Curse?" Draco froze for a moment, then nodded arrogantly, "Of course I will."

"Then you show me?" Harry pointed to the pillows on the table.Draco didn't hesitate too much, picked up his wand and raised it slightly, and said in a low voice, "The pillow is flying!"

A clean white pillow rose up and flew towards him, but halfway through the flight, it landed softly on the ground, with a layer of dust floating up.

The two were silent for a while, and Harry finally couldn't help laughing.Draco looked gloomyly at him and then at the pillow, and warned coldly, "Potter!"

However, Harry didn't pay attention to his expression and tone, and kept laughing. While laughing, he took out his wand from his pocket, barely restrained himself, waved his wand and shouted at a goose yellow pillow: "The pillow is flying!" !"

The goose-yellow pillow whizzed towards him, and Harry subconsciously reached out to catch it just as it was about to hit his head.He looked down at the pillow in his hand, then at Draco, and froze in place.

"……No way?"

Draco's face darkened even more, and he narrowed his eyes to stare at him, whispering, "Potter, if you called me here just to show me this—"

"Let me first declare that you said that you have mastered the Flying Curse." Harry said loudly, "Also, this is the first time I have succeeded. I think it is probably thanks to you. I should thank you very much." you--"

"Yeah, you really should thank me very much." Draco actually nodded and strode towards him.Harry immediately understood what he wanted to do, he took a step back, and pointed at the pile of pillows: "Fly around!"

The dozen or so pillows piled on the table all flew up unsteadily, floating in mid-air, and some of them hit Draco's face, leaving a layer of dust on the corner of his forehead.Draco wiped it, and after looking down to see the dirty marks on his hands, he glanced at Harry with knife-like eyes, and said word by word: "You're done, Potter."

Three or ten minutes later, the two stood in the boys' bathroom, washing their dusty hands and faces in front of the mirror.

Harry's face was black and white, his palms were black, and Draco was not much better, his collar was crooked, and obvious wrinkles and stains could be seen on the snow-white shirt.Their robes were also covered with dust, and they looked like they had rolled in the mud, which was horrible.

Harry watched Draco wash his hands over and over again, and suddenly felt that it was a fuss.He always felt that he had a cleanliness freak, and now it seems that he is indeed so.

"I wasted an astronomy class, Potter," Draco said through gritted teeth as he rinsed his slender fingers under the tap.

"If you really wanted to go to class, you wouldn't come here with me." Harry shrugged. He felt that this time was not in vain. He had roughly mastered the Flying Charm, and as long as he got more familiar with it, it would be fine.Thinking of this, he relaxed a lot and patted Draco on the back.

"Malfoy, how are you doing?"

"Potter, your hands are full of water!" The boy glared at him, wiped the water from his forehead with his wrist after hearing his words, and glanced at him with ulterior motives, "Why, are you spying on the enemy? "

"It's fine if you don't want to say it." Harry didn't care, he just asked casually.

"It seems that you are well prepared, huh? Don't be scared to death when the time comes, I won't rescue you..."

"Let's take care of yourself first, who needs your help." Harry retorted, and Draco took out a handkerchief from his pocket to dry his face and hands, took a look at him and walked out.

"Ten minutes left, where do you want to go?" he asked.

Harry glanced at his watch: "I want to go back to the lounge."

"Oh, the Slytherin lounge?" He asked with a smile, Harry turned his head and saw his playful expression and knew he had been tricked. Just as he was about to speak, Draco suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the face.

Light as a feather.

"Good luck with your game."

The same fluffy sentence, without ridicule or deception, seems to be just a simple blessing.