[HP] End of Death

However, this incident has not stopped there, but has become more and more serious.

A day later, Hermione received another note—it was still from Draco, this time he wrote a few more lines, and the words were more ornate. Ron frowned when he saw it, and turned to ask Harry what he said. Is it copied from some collection of Goethe's poems?

"Oh, Ron, so you know Goethe!" Hermione threw the letter aside, thinking about whether she should go to the library to borrow a collection of poems to read.

"It is said that Goethe was also a wizard, and some researchers believe that there are many magic-related contents in his poems—"

Hermione was somewhat interested, but Harry was not interested in listening to Ron's little knowledge. He stared blankly at the letter, feeling a emptiness in his heart.

In the evening, Hedwig brought him another letter.Not a single word was written on the letter, and it was not signed. It was just a piece of white paper.Harry saw the mystery in the letter at a glance, and his gloomy mood was swept away.

The letter was obviously from Draco, and he was alluding to the letter he had written earlier... he was angry, angry at his reply.Maybe he was trying to let himself go and get back together... But anyway, he still cares about himself, doesn't he?

Harry took out his pen and started writing directly on the white paper Draco sent him.He had some bad intentions and made up his mind to fight him to the end this time.

"Then what, which letter is this?" At noon, Ron dozed off and looked at the crumpled note. He didn't tell the matter because of Hermione's strict prohibition, but it didn't Prevent him from reading the above content like a recitative, "'When the morning sun dyes the sea red, when the moonlight penetrates the flowing springs, and the dust is raised on the far road... the sun is setting and the stars are shining, oh, if you are there , that would be great!' Hermione, don't you think..."

"It's Goethe's poem, Love Beside. I think Malfoy is too idle." Hermione gave Ron a hard look.

"Okay, then," Ron put away the letter, changed his posture and propped his chin, and looked at Hermione seriously, "so who are you going to the dance with?"

"Oh, I can't tell you now, you will laugh at me." Hermione still replied the same, not letting go.

Harry took the letter paper that Ron had casually placed on the table, and smoothed it out bit by bit with his fingers.He chewed the words on it carefully, and for some reason had a wonderful experience.Draco's handwriting is beautiful, the lines are smooth and graceful, and the structure is elegant, and it can be seen at a glance that he has undergone rigorous training.And such characters are obviously suitable for copying poems.

Harry glanced at the white paper Hedwig sent him today, smiled wryly, and wrote on it: Are you practicing calligraphy?

And not long after he sent this reply letter, Hedwig unexpectedly flew back.Surprised, Harry quickly removed the rolled parchment from its legs.It's still the same piece of letter paper that I wrote by myself, but there is an extra line of writing on the bottom: Do you think I'm just practicing calligraphy?

Harry snorted, folded the letter and put it away.Miraculously, he stuffed that poem into his pocket too.

Oddly enough, Draco didn't send Hermione any more letters after that day.

Seeing that Christmas is coming, the school is decorated with lights and decorations.Harry swore he had never seen such a beautiful decoration at Hogwarts - of course, Hogwarts has always been beautiful, but this time it seemed to show off to students from other schools, and the marble staircase was covered with There were icicles that never melted, and the twelve Christmas trees that the auditorium always visited were decorated with baubles of glittering holly, hooting gold-owl and translucent purple Crystal stars and more.And those armors that move around the castle are enchanted to start singing Christmas carols whenever anyone passes by.

Ron later had to find Parvati as his partner—it was introduced by Harry's partner, Parvati's sister, Padma.

On Christmas morning, when Harry woke up, he met the big green eyes of the house elf Dobby, who came early in the morning to give him a present—a pair of asymmetrical hand-knitted socks.

Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville were all up and excitedly opening their Christmas presents.Harry received a copy of "British and Irish Quidditch Teams" from Hermione, Ron's bulging bag of dung eggs, Sirius' portable pencil sharpener, Hagrid's large box of candy, and Weasley's A package from Mrs. Contains a green dragon sweater and a large pile of homemade meatloaf.

Harry put his presents aside, and as he picked up the box of sweets, a small long, narrow crimson box slid out beside it.Harry picked up the little box curiously. Its surface was bare, with a rich crimson reflecting the light.Harry unwrapped it, and inside the box was a necklace of velvet, so thin that Harry could only see it flashing in the light a silvery gleam as free as water.The pendant in the middle was also very simple, consisting of two small beads, a dark red garnet and a deep green agate. Harry stared at them for a long time before putting the necklace on his neck.

He didn't know who gave him this seemingly expensive necklace, and there was no sign in the box.But he thought he had already guessed who it was.

They changed into their gowns in the dormitory, and everyone was a little nervous, but no one was as frightened as Ron-no one could change the fact that his gowns really looked like skirts.In a last desperate attempt, Ron cast a cutting spell on the ruffles and lace.It worked, at least it looked like it was, but he had a few bad touches, and the cuffs and neckline were still frayed.

When they came to the common room, Parvati was waiting for Ron at the bottom of the stairs, and she certainly looked beautiful in her dazzling pink gown, her long, jet-black hair braided with gold ribbons. , with a shiny gold bracelet on his hand.However, Ron didn't appreciate her attire, he looked left and right to find Hermione's figure.

"Padma is waiting for you in the hall," Parvati said to Harry.

The foyer was already full of students circling back and forth, and the doors to the auditorium would not open until eight o'clock.Harry looked around the crowd for a while before finally spotting Padma, who was as pretty as her sister today in a bright green gown.

"Oh, Harry, you look really good today!" she said cheerfully. "Your necklace is beautiful."

"Thank you." Harry grinned at her.

In an inconspicuous position on the side outside the hall, Draco was leaning against a pillar, his eyes fixed on one direction for a long time.He was wearing a dark green robe, with a sharp black neckline trimmed with branch-shaped silver edges, and strings of fine and delicate diamonds adorning the cuffs and shoulders, setting him off like a swaying starry sky under the light Very expensive.

His skin was already pale, his hair was extremely light in color, and his pair of light gray eyes were as clear as transparent glass, making him look as light and thin as paper.The dark robe suppressed that light and fluffy demeanor, but it was so restrained that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Many girls around looked at him frequently, their eyes full of surprise, while Pan Xi, who was standing beside him, looked proud and proud.She combed her hair to the side today and tied it into a bun, looking a lot more dignified than usual.Pansy kept pulling him to talk, and Draco dealt with her, but never moved his eyes.

He watched the boy in the green robe talking to the girl beside him who also wore the green robe, and those green agate-like eyes were set off extremely vividly.His eyes moved to the necklace hanging from his collarbone, red and green flashed alternately, complementing each other.His face paled slightly.