[HP] End of Death

The day of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament is fast approaching.

It was a fine day, and the air was exceptionally fresh—probably because of the rain last night, but that did not comfort Harry at all.When he woke up in the morning, Harry felt himself trembling with tension, and his stomach suddenly hurt.He went downstairs to breakfast in a daze, without Hermione reminding him that he had dipped the bread in his coffee.

"Oh, Harry, relax! You're going to make it!" Hermione shook his hand firmly.

The whole school was immersed in excitement and joy, and the students were suspended at noon.Harry and Hermione walked into the Great Hall for Chinese food, Harry didn't think he could eat anything, but he had to eat some for the upcoming match.

"Potter, now the warriors are going to the field below...you must be ready and complete the first project." Professor McGonagall hurried towards him, and many people around turned their heads and looked at them curiously .

Harry stood up, and Professor McGonagall went around the Gryffindor table to the Slytherin table and called Draco out.He watched him slowly stand up from the crowd, and the Slytherins next to him stood up one after another to encourage him, cheered him loudly, and at the same time cast gunpowder-filled gazes at Harry.

Draco waved them goodbye with a smile, and Harry noticed keenly that his hands were trembling a little, thinking that he was actually not as calm as he seemed.

They followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium and down the stone steps to the outdoors. Professor McGonagall looked very flustered, but she was just as anxious as Hermione.The noise from the auditorium and corridors is getting farther and farther away, as if it is from another world, it is unreal, his whole body is floating, his soul seems to be floating in the air, until he is held by someone's hand Slowly fall to the ground.

Harry turned his head, and Draco was looking at him too.His face was paler than ever, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, but he still smiled and said softly, "You look nervous, Potter."

"You too," Harry replied, the voice not even feeling like his own.

As soon as he saw him, he recalled that kiss that day, Harry could have sensed something was wrong no matter how slow he was, it was not like ordinary teasing, but more like an expression of emotion...Harry wanted to ask him What do you mean, there is a conjecture in his heart that has begun to bubble uncontrollably, but the self-protection mechanism makes him dare not think deeply or believe it, for fear that wrong expectations will only bring him embarrassment in the end.

"You..." Harry opened his mouth, but still didn't ask.Should he ask him if you like me?That was so stupid, Draco would laugh at him for being sentimental.This ups and downs mentality has been torturing him, Harry bowed his head in silence.

Let's wait until this project is over, he thought.When it was over, he went to face the truth.

Draco watched the boy's frown relax, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.He knew what he wanted to ask, and he understood it when he saw his flickering eyes at that moment, but he knew that he couldn't give him a clear answer.These days, when he was preparing for the competition, he kept asking himself why he did this. His feelings for Harry were definitely not limited to the simple "want to bully him" or "want to tease him", but more What is that part of ?

Draco realized that he instinctively resisted the answer, but the source of the resistance was because he couldn't control it.

Let's wait until this project is over, he thought.He'll give that answer when it's over.

Professor McGonagall naturally didn't know the inner struggle of the two warriors at this time. She led them across the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was. against them.

"You have to go in with the other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling, "when it's your turn. Mr. Bagman is also inside...he will tell you the steps...good luck Good luck to you."

"Thank you," they replied, their voices weak, as if they hadn't eaten enough.

They went into the tent, where Krum and Fleur were already inside.Krum looked more sullen than ever, and Fleur looked ill.

Mr. Bagman, wearing an old Hornets jersey, grinned widely when he saw them, and said cheerfully, "Okay, now that you're all here—time to give you a briefing! Audience assembled Finally, I will pass this cloth bag to you in turn, and you will pick out the model of the thing you are going to face. There are different types of them. I have one more thing to tell you... Ah, yes, Your task is to pick up the golden eggs!"

Harry heard the sound of thousands of feet passing by the tent, mixed with laughter and cheers, as the tide overwhelmed him.Almost instantly, Mr. Bagman untied the purple cloth bag...

"Ladies first." He handed the bag to Fleur.

Fu Rong's face was pale, and she tremblingly reached into the cloth bag, and took out a small, lifelike dragon model from it - it was the Wilson Green Dragon, with a number tied around its neck: No. [-].Harry heard Draco let out a small sigh of regret.

Krum drew the red Chinese fireball, number three.None of them showed any surprise at this, obviously they already knew the content of the game.

When it was Draco's turn, he glanced at Harry, pulled up his sleeves, reached into the cloth bag, and pulled out a Swedish Brachysaurus with flapping silver-blue wings and the number one around its neck.His face became ugly in an instant, he stared at the little dragon model gloomyly, and pulled its tail vigorously, which made the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon scream and gave him a paw.

Knowing what he had left, Harry reached into his silk pocket and pulled out the black Hungarian Horntail.He looked down at it, and the dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

"Okay, you've all got it!" Mr. Bagman said, "You've all drawn the fire dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you go to fight the fire dragon. Do you understand? Okay, I I'm going to step away for a moment now because I'm going to give a commentary to the audience...Mr. Would you like to say a few words? Come outside?"

"Uh...okay." Harry looked dazed.He followed Mr. Bagman into a forest outside the tent. Mr. Bagman looked around, with a fatherly expression on his face: "How are you feeling, Harry? Is there anything I can do to help you?" ?"

"What?" said Harry in surprise. "I—er, I don't need to."

"Have you made up your mind?" Bagman lowered his voice furtively. "If you want, well, I have a few ideas here. You know, you are in a weak position... I want to say, if you need my help, you Can--"

"No," said Harry abruptly, knowing he was being rude, "no—I mean, I know what I'm supposed to do, thanks."

"No one will know, Harry." Mr. Bagman winked at him.

"Well—really, I really don't need to..." Harry refused somewhat helplessly, "I mean, I already have a plan, really..."

Suddenly a whistle sounded, and Mr. Bagman turned his head in panic and ran away: "My God, I have to run!"

After Mr. Bagman left, Harry took a few steps towards the tent, and a person flashed out from the shadow of the trees next to him, startling him: "Malfoy? Why are you still here?"

The whistle blew again, and Draco looked back at the field and the floating clouds in the distance, and then glanced at him again, without saying a word, turned and walked towards the playing field expressionlessly.Harry stared blankly at his back, feeling uncomfortable for some reason.