[HP] End of Death

Harry wasn't too far away.He ran to the edge of the herb garden and gradually stopped, closing his eyes slightly, and the wind passed through his fingers.

He knew that he was in a hurry to run, he shouldn't be in such a hurry... Maybe he should talk to him a few more words, but he really couldn't hold it anymore, he needed to think about what to do next.

Harry hugged his head and crouched down slowly.The nose is fresh earthy and spicy herbal.He can't make a wrong move.

"I've...never met another before!"

"Another one? Make it clear!"

A fierce conversation suddenly came to his ear, and Harry was startled, and quickly bent down and remained motionless.He could tell it was Hagrid and Madame Maxime, but what were they doing here?

"Another half-blood giant, needless to say!" Hagrid said as a matter of course.

"You are so brave!" Madame Maxime immediately screamed, "I have never been insulted so much in my life! Half-blood giant? Me? I'm just——I'm just big-boned!" Her voice was like fog Cut through the silent night sky like a horn.Harry saw Fleur and her partner pop out of the rose bushes.

Madame Maxime left in a huff. She pushed the flowers hard, causing a group of golden butterflies to fly away.Because the night was too dark, Harry couldn't see Hagrid's expression clearly, so he sat on the bench for a while and then walked towards his hut.

Harry took a long breath, got up and went back to the Great Hall.

The dance is still going on, and the music and lights are as paralyzing as alcohol.Harry couldn't find Padma anymore, maybe she'd gone dancing with some Beauxbatons boy, but he saw Ron and Hermione - they looked like they were having an argument.

"How can you promise him—he's from Durmstrang! He's Harry's rival!"

"He's not what you think—"

"Oh, then why is he approaching you? Do you want you to help him complete the competition?"

"Look, Ron, he never told me about the competition! He never asked me about Harry!" Hermione was annoyed. "And, of course I want Harry to win!"

"Oh, the way you behave is a bit strange." Ron snorted.

Harry stopped in his tracks. He listened to the rising volume of his two friends, and his already aching head felt even worse.He shook his head, turned and walked towards the lounge.

"This time, don't try to escape again." The voice was cold and high-pitched, like an ice pick piercing into the flesh, and there was no room for resistance.

He looked through the man's gaze at the humble man on the ground, his whole body was tightly bound with ropes, his messy black hair covered one eye, while the other stared at him fiercely— — staring at himself: "...you will not succeed, Voldemort. He will see through your schemes."

"Oh? You're so confident?" Harry heard himself laugh grimly and raised his wand.The hand that held the wand was pale and slender, with prominent knuckles.

"I thought, if he knew about your death, do you think he would cry for you?" The tone was obviously teasing and coldly mocking, and he stroked his wand gently, just like stroking his own love. Companion—although it doesn't exist.

The man seemed to want to argue, but he raised his head, and his voice became indifferent and cruel in an instant: "Avada Kedavra!"

Cold green flames engulfed his vision, burning his consciousness into black scorched earth.Harry screamed and sat up in bed clutching his forehead, his scar burning almost unbearably.

Panting for breath, he looked down at his watch. It was still early in the morning, and the steady breathing and snoring of other boys could be heard in the dormitory.He pressed his temples and closed his eyes tightly.

The pain left by his scar reminded him that all this was not a simple dream, in which Voldemort had killed someone... and he thought, he knew that person.

Harry fell back on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands.Impossible...it's impossible.He couldn't just die like this, it must be fake...it must be fake!He was thinking in a daze, his brows were tightly frowned, and he fell asleep again unconsciously.

Harry woke up in the morning in a terrible pain, with a dry, sore throat and thumping temples.He and Ron went to the Conservation of Magical Beasts sullenly. There was already a group of students gathered there, but it was not Hagrid standing in front of them today, but an elderly wizard.

"Professor Hagrid is on leave for something, and I will take over the class today. I am Professor Graplan." Professor Graplan said.She has gray hair and a prominent chin.

She led them around the makeshift stable, and Harry and Ron looked at each other, seeing the worried look on each other's faces.

"What happened to Hagrid? Why did he ask for leave suddenly?"

"I don't know, I think Professor Graplan may know something about—"

They walked towards a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Under the tree was tied a beautiful big unicorn. It had dazzling white hair and bright golden hooves. The girls all gasped in amazement when they saw it.

"Boys back off!" Graplan yelled. "Unicorns love female petting. Girls stand up front, approach it carefully, come here, relax..."

"Professor, what happened to Hagrid?" Harry walked up to Professor Graplan.

"Just leave it alone." She said impatiently, and then shouted loudly, "Stay far away, boys!"

Reluctantly, Harry walked back to Ron, shaking his head at him, and Ron sighed, "I'm worried he got hurt, like a snail or something..."

"If it's this, you don't have to worry about it." A harsh voice sounded from behind, the two turned their heads, and a few Slytherin boys were standing in front of them with smug smiles on their faces.It was Nott who spoke just now. Seeing that they had noticed him, he continued, "I think the reason why Hagrid didn't show up here was because he was ashamed to show his ugly face."

"What do you mean?" Harry raised his voice.Theodore Nott shrugged, took out a folded newspaper from his pocket, and slowly handed it to him.

"You'll find a lot of interesting things," he said maliciously.

Harry and Ron hurriedly opened the "Daily Prophet", and there was an article on it with a photo of Hagrid, with a sneaky look on his face.The title of the article was "Dumbledore's Big Mistake".

"'...Albus Dumbledore has always been daring to employ controversial teachers...the half-human, half-fairy Dumbledore hired to teach Care of Fantastic Beasts...Hagrid...abusing his power and intimidating students...' Madness Now...these are all nonsense!" Ron was trembling with anger, his eyes paused on the sentence "His mother is the giantess Friedwafa" in the article, his expression slightly distorted, "She In order to slander Hagrid, he even fabricated this fact—"

"No, it's true." Harry shook his head, and he told him what he saw last night.Ron opened his mouth in shock.

Harry's attention stayed on the line "One of the Triwizard Tournament champions, fourth-year student Draco Malfoy said: 'I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Te Crabbe got bitten badly by a Flobber caterpillar. We all hate Hagrid, but we don't speak up.'" He paused for a moment, pressing his lower lip.

"I think his teaching career is over," Nott said happily, his eyes are shining, "the half-blood giant... the parents won't agree, haha, they are afraid that he will eat their children ..."

After class, they handed the newspaper to Hermione, who also had a surprised expression on her face: "How could this happen! ——how could that woman know? It's impossible for Hagrid to tell her such a thing..."

"I don't know. Maybe she heard it at the dance." Harry sullenly said, "But I didn't see her then."

"How did she get in? Dumbledore has not allowed her to come in!" Ron was puzzled.

After eating, they returned to the lounge. Harry and Ron played wizard chess for a while before going to the bathroom.As soon as he walked out of the lounge, he saw Draco standing there, looking hesitant to speak.

Harry glanced at him and walked past him expressionlessly, who immediately grabbed his wrist.

"Potter—"

"Let go!" Harry shook off his hand reflexively, taking a step back warily.Draco blushed and narrowed his eyes.

They confronted each other for a while, and Draco spoke first.

"I just want to tell you that the prefect's bathroom is the fourth door to the left of the statue of Stupid Boris on the sixth floor, and the password is fresh pineapple." He whispered.

"Then I also want to tell you that the Flobberworm has no teeth." Harry sneered, turned and left.