[HP] End of Death

The doors of the auditorium opened quickly, and the students couldn't wait and poured in one after another.Harry and Ron walked into the auditorium with their own dancers, and Ron was still looking around.Suddenly, his movements stopped, his eyes fixed on one place and did not move.

Harry followed his gaze, and he knew right away—he saw Hermione, who was especially beautifully dressed today, her usual tousled hair looking smooth and shiny now, pulled into a knot at the back of her head. Elegant bun; she was wearing a long silk dress made of flowing light purple light blue fabric, and her whole temperament looked different.But this is not the most surprising thing, the most surprising thing is her partner - it turned out to be Krum!

Krum's fans stared at her jealously, Pansy put Draco's arm on her face and looked at her suspiciously, even Draco seemed to have nothing to say, just glanced away nod.

Harry is not very good at dancing. Naturally, his uncle and aunt would not teach him when he was at the Dursleys' house. There is no special dance course at Hogwarts. He can only learn from the memory of the dances he has seen in the past. imitate.Fortunately, Padma is obviously better at it, and she will not make a fool of herself with Harry.

Immediately after one tune was finished, another one rang out. Harry wanted to rest for a while, but Padma said that this tune was very nice and insisted on pulling Harry to continue dancing.Harry couldn't hold her back, and had to dance three tunes with her before stopping, sitting at the table to catch his breath.

Harry leaned back in his chair, eating fruit while admiring the men and women still dancing on the dance floor.Neville and Ginny were dancing nearby, and he could see Ginny frowning as Neville stepped on his foot.And Dumbledore was waltzing with Maxime. Compared with her, he was like a dwarf, and his pointed hat only touched her chin.And Mad-Eye Moody dances awkwardly with Professor Sinistra, who nervously avoids his wooden leg.

Harry suddenly felt that someone was staring at him, and that fiery gaze made him extremely uncomfortable.He quietly turned his head to look for that person, but found nothing. Everyone was dancing, chatting, and eating on their own, and the sight seemed to disappear out of thin air.

When Harry turned his head suspiciously, the feeling of being spied on appeared again, even stronger than last time, Harry trembled, whispered to Padma, "I'm going to the bathroom" and walked out hall.

The cold wind blows in the corridor, and the snow-covered branches and bird's nests can be seen through the colorful pendants and Christmas trees.Harry stood in front of the sink and rinsed his palms. He raised his head. The bronze mirror in front of him was large and bright, and his face was reflected in the dim yellow.Harry suddenly noticed a small figure in the upper right corner of the mirror.His back went numb.

Harry turned off the tap slowly, turned around, and there was a person standing not far from him.He stared straight at him, his whole body immersed in the mercury-like moonlight.

Harry was stunned for a second, and shouted: "Mr. Fickett?!"

The man in the moonlight seemed to be nodding his head, and walked towards him slowly.He still wears the same pair of round glasses, his black hair is combed meticulously, and his eyes are extremely sharp.

"Long time no see, Harry." His voice was the same as usual, but this time it gave him a dizzy hallucination, as if something sharp cut deep in his mind, cutting In two halves, all memories have shed a layer of false skin.Harry had a splitting headache, and something was struggling to crawl out from the depths of his skull, like a giant beast that had been lurking for a long time.

"Long time no see, Mr. Fickett." Harry replied with a forced smile.

"Harry, do you remember the advice I gave you?" Mr. Fickett cut to the chase.

With a thump in his heart, Harry replied subconsciously, "Yes, sir."

Mr. Fickett had warned him not to trust Malfoy, nor to take a liking to him.It's not that he didn't remember, but he didn't do it at all.He trusted him time and time again, was tricked by him, and even had some expectations for him... This is extremely unbelievable, and it shouldn't be.

"But you didn't take my words to heart, did you?" Mr. Fickett caught a flicker of dodge in his eyes keenly.He sighed and stroked Harry's head.

"Feel sorry……"

"No, it's not your fault. You'd do it all over again...but it's too late now. He's about to find me, and I have to tell you, Harry, that the reason I put you on guard against Malfoy is, It's because he's actually—" Mr. Fickett stopped suddenly, and Harry couldn't help looking up at him, only to find that he was clutching his throat with both hands, as if he was trying to say something but couldn't. , with a distorted and painful expression.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" Harry asked anxiously.

Mr. Fickert frowned, and twisted his neck, as if he had given up struggling: "Forget it, if you can't say it, you can't say it...but I have to let you know."

He pointed at Harry's forehead, and a sharp, thorn-like thing penetrated into Harry's brain, completely dividing those ambiguous memories into two distinct halves.There was chaos and tingling in his brain, and his eyes were blurred. After struggling to bid farewell to Mr. Fickett, Harry walked heavily towards the auditorium step by step. He wanted to find a place to rest for a while, even for a few minutes. Let him slow down...

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.Bitter cold, a little stiff.Harry turned his head in confusion, so he fell into those reddish eyes.

Those eyes are not like human eyes at all, the thin pupils are floating in the blood-stained turbid gray sea, ferocious and terrifying, like beasts.Harry's eyes widened, and his blunt head became clearer. He was about to speak when the man grabbed him and pulled him into a dark corridor. He clasped his head with his hands and pressed him against the wall, blocking him. his lips.

The tip of his tongue immediately penetrated into the siege area, he rolled up his tongue and sucked madly, forcing him to dance with him, the cold and dark oppressive feeling was just like this narrow and narrow alley, from his crushing kiss Pass the whole body.Harry shivered slightly, and the other's slender hands slowly moved back, covering his ears, blocking the wind from the noise.He could only hear his own blood hitting his eardrums, like white waves crashing on the dark shore.

The palm of his hand rubbed against the pinna of his ear gently, and Harry felt that his whole brain was on fire. He turned his face to avoid him, but he chased after him, and kissed him from different angles.

The isolation of hearing and vision made this intimate touch more intense, and Harry was ashamed to find that he could feel it. He was almost suffocated by the kiss, and he had to pat him on the shoulder hard to pull him away. .

Harry was panting violently, his body was so weak that he could hardly stand still.And the culprit seemed to see this, he held him in his arms, stroked his waistline through the gown, rubbed his lips against his neck, bit the side of his neck gently, The people in the middle flinched suddenly.

"Potter, do you like the gift I gave you?" Cold fingers climbed onto his chest, fingertips gently touching the two different-colored beads, one red and one green, Harry felt a little itchy, "I think The green one is very much like your eye."

Harry froze and pushed him away the next moment, and Draco pulled him back quickly, capturing his lips again.This time he was met with great resistance, and Draco pressed him into his arms, pulled his head back by his hair, and kissed him passionately.

Breathing hot, the cold wall behind him irritating his nerves, Harry felt a cool breeze blowing into his robes, and Draco lifted his robes.

"Malfoy!" Harry finally seized a gap to avoid him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You don't know?" The palpitating red still did not fade from those dark eyes, he patted his shoulder, "Potter, what did that gentleman tell you?"

"I……"

"I think I also know what he's going to say." Draco continued without waiting for his answer, "But it's okay, it's okay...I hope there won't be a next time."

The tone of this sentence was very calm, without any hint of threat, but it just made Harry feel creepy.He suddenly took a step back, shook him off with all his strength, and staggered out of the alley.

It's cold outside tonight.