[HP] End of Death

According to Ludo Bagman, the hint for the second event of the Triwizard Tournament is hidden in this golden egg.On the night after the first project ended, Harry opened the golden egg in front of everyone in the Gryffindor lounge, but it only made a high-pitched beeping sound, except for being disturbed by the noise. They got nothing else.

"Sounds like a ghost...Harry, you might have to pass a ghost next time!" Seamus screeched.

"I think it sounded like Percy was singing... maybe you're going to hit him in the shower, Harry," said George.

It was a long time before the start of the second project, and Harry was in no hurry.During the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class that day, Rita Skeeter appeared inexplicably again, and she insisted on interviewing Hagrid and Harry, although both of them were honest with her.

"Dumbledore has already said that you will not be allowed to appear in school again!" Hagrid said angrily.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to separate the last ten snails and take them for a walk without letting them kill each other.Hagrid asked them to observe the living conditions of the snails and judge whether they needed to hibernate.

"Hibernate? I think they fight all year round," commented Ron.

Harry nodded absently, his eyes subconsciously looking in the other direction.The seat that Draco chose this time was very far away from him at the opposite corner. From this distance, he could only barely make out his face, and nothing else could be seen clearly.Harry looked at it for a while and then looked away, because the snails in the basin escaped again.

After class, Harry had just packed up his things when he saw him leaving the venue quickly with his schoolbag on his back, without even waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to leave together.Those two hurriedly ran towards him with their unzipped schoolbags, and the books scattered all over the floor within a few steps.

"What's wrong with Malfoy? Did you quarrel with his two followers?" Ron sighed as he watched them squatting on the ground to pick up their textbooks.

Harry also thought he was getting a little weird.Usually when they met on the road, Draco would greet him intentionally or unintentionally, but recently he always turned a blind eye, like a stranger.

Harry didn't forget the question that had been haunting him for a long time, but this time it wasn't that he didn't want to ask, but that he didn't have the chance at all.Harry realized that Draco used to talk to him, and he never knew how difficult it was for him to find a time to talk to someone once he deliberately avoided him.

Thinking of this, Harry was suddenly taken aback.That's right, that's it - deliberately avoiding it.

Draco had been avoiding him on purpose lately.

Harry didn't know why, he didn't think he had done anything wrong to him, but the fact was there, he was sure now that he walked so fast after class - even without waiting for his two friends - that To avoid him.

Harry suddenly felt angry and aggrieved.Maybe it's because he's used to the way he used to get along, but now he feels inexplicably empty in his heart, and there's nowhere to release his pent-up resentment.But he was embarrassed to force Draco to question him, and the other party did nothing wrong.

But everything is back to square one.

No, maybe not back to square one, at least he's not the same as before.

In the afternoon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were doing their homework in the lounge, when Fred and George suddenly brought a plate of pastries in front of them, which smelled delicious.

"My God, jam tarts, custard biscuits, pine cakes... are you in the kitchen again?" Ron asked, grabbing a biscuit.

"Yeah, there's a lot of good food there—" Fred praised, with a fascinated, dreamy expression on his face.

"It's very easy to get in—" George echoed.

"Then how do you get in?" Harry asked curiously.

"Conveniently, there is a door hidden behind the picture of a bowl of fruit. Just scratch the pear and it will giggle and a doorknob will appear," replied Fred.

Harry and Ron were immediately in the mood, so as soon as dinner came that day, they dragged Hermione and slipped quietly into the kitchen.

The size of the kitchen is as large as the auditorium above. There are many gleaming copper pots and basins piled up against the surrounding stone walls. In the middle are four long tables like the auditorium. Countless house elves are busy among the long tables. Busy.Before Harry could see clearly, a little thing rushed towards him, screaming as it ran:

"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"

The next moment, the screaming elf slammed into his midriff and hugged him so tightly that Harry felt his ribs snap and the air squeeze out of his lungs.

"Do--Dobby?" Harry gasped, surprised.

"It's Dobby, sir, it's Dobby!" Dobby screamed and wiped his tears, as if crying with excitement, "Dobby has been looking forward to, looking forward to seeing Harry Potter, sir, and it turns out Harry Potter has come to see him himself, sir!"

Dobby let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and looked up at Harry, smiling.He was exactly as Harry remembered him, with his slender nose, big, bat-like ears, long fingers and legs, all the same, except for his clothes.

Dobby used to wear that dirty old pillowcase when he worked at the Malfoys' house, but now he was dressed in the strangest combination Harry had ever seen.He wears a teapot warmer with a bunch of colorful badges pinned to it; a horseshoe tie around his chest and what looks like a kid's soccer shorts.

Dobby was about to say something excitedly, when his pair of ping-pong-like, big and startling eyes suddenly widened, and he took a step back in panic, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.Turning suddenly, Harry saw the door they had come in swing slightly.

He ran to open the door a few steps, and just as he saw a figure moving out quickly, Harry shouted and chased after him: "Malfoy!"

The figure paused, then continued to run forward.Harry pulled out his wand and waved it vigorously: "The fire is raging!"

The corner of Draco's robe suddenly burst into flames, forcing him to stop to put out the flames.Harry took this opportunity to run to him, and before he could speak, he was pushed and staggered by the other party. Draco grabbed the scorched hem of his clothes with one hand, and pointed at him with his wand in the other, angrily: "Your brain is out of your mind!" Is there a problem, Potter!"

"What are you sneaking up on?"

"Then what does it matter to you? Go back and stay with that ugly elf, and stop dangling in front of me!"

Obviously you are spying on us, Harry thought to himself, but he didn't say it, but snorted coldly: "You've been weird lately, Malfoy."

"What's strange?" Draco seemed to have thought of something, smiled contemptuously, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, are you blaming me for not giving you a thorough question? I was negligent, and I will give it to you in a few days." Send—"

"no--"

"Anyway, in your eyes, I'm only so useful, don't you? Don't worry, I will keep my word..."

"I don't need it!" Harry yelled suddenly, cutting him off.Draco's face instantly turned pale.

They glared at each other, no one said a word, and there was a dead silence around them as if someone had pressed the mute button.

"I don't need it, Malfoy." Harry closed his eyes, his whole body was exhausted, and he felt exhausted. "We're not allies anymore. Not anymore."

Draco stared at him intently, his fists clenched tightly, and then loosened.He turned and walked away without looking back.

Harry stood stiffly where he was, watching his back disappear around the corner.He froze for a long time before turning around slowly, facing the shocked expressions of Ron and Hermione.