[HP] End of Death

Draco's friends were taken aback by his shocking answer, and taught him countless times, but it obviously didn't have any obvious effect, and Draco still insisted on going his own way.

When eating Chinese food the next day, a thousand paper cranes suddenly flew towards Harry and the others, but for some reason Harry immediately recognized that it was Draco's handwriting.Just when he subconsciously wanted to catch it, the paper crane passed him and stopped in front of Hermione.

Hermione froze the knife and fork in her hand, visibly taken aback.She hesitated for a moment, reached out to pick it up, and opened the paper crane, and Ron and Harry leaned over to look at it.

"'Hello Hermione Granger, would it be my honor to invite you to the Yule Ball as my dance partner? Draco Malfoy'. Wait, this can't be true, can it?" Ron wrote After reading the words, the mouth opened wider and wider, as if seeing a giant monster with three heads.

"Ron, keep your voice down!"

Harry was so cold that he couldn't control his body.He didn't look back, he was afraid that seeing a mocking face would destroy his last perseverance.He guessed right - the letter was indeed Draco's masterpiece, but it wasn't addressed to him, which made him feel like he'd been slapped.He always felt that this special way of exchanging letters could only exist between Draco and him, and now it seemed that he was too naive.

Hermione froze for a while before she realized, frowning, she stuffed the letter into her pocket without saying a word.Ron's expression was quite tangled and distorted. Disgust, jealousy, and shock mixed together to present a strange feeling. His lips twitched, and his voice seemed to come out of his teeth: "...Hermione, how can you Don't promise him! Malfoy will definitely want to make a fool of you on the spot, so don't be fooled!"

"Oh, of course I won't say yes to him." Hermione glanced at her two good friends, who were all relieved, especially Harry, who was pale as a ghost, "I already promised someone else. "

"What? You're kidding, Hermione!" Ron looked startled and angry, while Harry's mind wandered off.Undoubtedly, although he knew that Hermione would definitely not agree, he was relieved when she really said no, but his heart was still not very comfortable.

He didn't blame Hermione, and he shouldn't blame her, it was all Draco's fault, he deliberately used this method to disgust himself, and he was really stung by him.At this time, he hated himself especially.

Harry finished his Chinese meal absent-mindedly, and Ron was still asking who had invited Hermione, who meant to surprise them.

"Surprise?" Ron yelled. "Shock, I think!"

Slytherin lounge.

"Malfoy, with all due respect, if your father knew you were dancing with a Mudblood, he'd probably kick you out of the house—or at least break your leg." Draco had just sat down in his chair, Blaise sat opposite him, and he seemed to have held back this sentence for a long time.Crabbe and Goyle didn't speak, but judging from their expressions, they also agreed with Blaise's point of view.

Draco didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he crossed his legs leisurely, crossed his hands together, and said slowly: "Actually, I also considered Ginny Weasley, but I think Granger should let Potter was even angrier."

"Weasley?" Blaise immediately frowned in disgust, "You want to make Potter angry? I seem to understand a little bit, but—"

"Granger won't agree, I'm just putting on a show." Draco smiled, he suddenly turned sideways and waved to a group of girls around him, and shouted, "Pansy!"

The group of girls all turned their heads and started booing, looking excited about watching the gossip.A short-haired girl slowly stood up in the crowd, and she walked towards them excitedly, her face flushed with anticipation.Pansy stood still in front of them, clutching the hem of his clothes nervously: "Draco, what do you want from me?"

"Pansy, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Draco still smiled gently, as if nothing could make him angry.

"Oh, Draco, you're serious!" the girl let out a squeal of joy, and she rushed back to the group of girls triumphantly repeating his words to them, and it was like throwing a stone into a lake. There were ripples, the girls applauded and congratulated, and all cast envious eyes on her, and Pansy said loudly that she would wear the most beautiful dress...

"I can't tell you are so popular." Blaise was a little surprised, "But yes, you are a warrior...By the way, Malfoy, what does your father think about your participation in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"He scolded me... It's still the same old saying, saying that I don't care about the overall situation and don't listen to his teachings..." Draco shook his head, not thinking about it.

"He's worried about your injury, Malfoy. But maybe he won't say that if you come back with a trophy," Blaise said casually.Draco's eyes moved.

At this time, another scene appeared in the Gryffindor lounge.Harry and Ron sat next to Hermione on the left and right, staring at the parchment in her hand, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Hermione carefully dipped the quill in ink and was about to write, when she looked up at the two boys and asked, "Why are you staring at me?" Is it too little homework?

"Hermione, are you going to write Malfoy back?" Ron asked seriously.

"Yeah, are you going to stare at my writing?" Hermione felt that there was something wrong with these two people today.

"Um..." Ron and Harry looked at each other, and the latter said solemnly, "We need to make sure that what you've written - er - is enough to relieve your anger."

"Enough to relieve your anger? Do you want me to scold him in the letter?"

"Of course, if you think about it, he wants to make a fool of you and make you a laughing stock—you should attack him—"

"For example, in the letter that he is despicable, hypocritical and sinister-"

"And shameless—"

Hermione had to interrupt them, she felt that Harry and Ron were getting more and more outrageous: "Wait, if you want to scold him, you can jointly write a letter to him. But I - uh , I think it’s better to be more polite in the rejection letter.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed regretfully.Of course they knew that Hermione was right, but they just couldn't get angry.But I was being unreasonable, Harry thought.

"Harry, what do you think of the idea of ​​writing a letter together?" Ron seemed impressed by Hermione's proposal, eager to try.Harry laughed, shaking his head.There is no need to write a letter to accuse him... On the contrary, it seems that I am too small and naive.

But he was really unhappy and unwilling.He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Harry rubbed his forehead, took out the textbook from his schoolbag, and was about to do his homework to distract himself, when there was a sound of fluttering wings in his ear, Hedwig landed on his desk with a letter tied on his lap letter.It pecked his fingers affectionately.

Harry hastily tore down the letter and opened it hastily. The meaningful words on the paper made him breathless: Potter, on the night of January [-]st, take the golden egg and take a shower in the prefect's bathroom.

The letter was not signed, but he knew who it was from when he saw it. Harry took a deep breath, pulled out a piece of parchment, and uncapped the pen.

Don't forget, we are not allies anymore.He wrote viciously and angrily.After finishing writing, he tied the letter paper to Hedwig's leg and sent it back immediately.

Watching the snow-white figure disappear into the night sky, Harry let out a long breath.

But the seed was planted after all.Is he really not going?Harry himself couldn't tell.