[HP] End of Death

Harry didn't want to follow Draco's suggestion to go to the prefect's bathroom at all, and he was still mad at him, not only because of Hagrid, but also because of what happened at the Yule Ball, which always made him feel difficult to calm down.

He, Ron, and Hermione finally knocked on the door of Hagrid's cabin, and Dumbledore was inside, and he was comforting Hagrid with letters from many parents, urging him to return to his classroom post.

"Hagrid, we don't care whether you are a half-blood giant or not, and your life shouldn't be affected by it!" Hermione said earnestly, and Harry and Ron nodded repeatedly.Hagrid took out a bandanna, wiped the tears and snot from his face, and patted them on the shoulder hard.

"Harry, are you ready for your second project?" He looked at him kindly, full of anticipation, "I believe you are the best, beat them all."

Harry hemmed and hawed, he really didn't want to tell him that he hadn't started preparing at all, but he didn't want to disappoint Hagrid.It's different from Hagrid's feeling of lying. He feels uncomfortable and guilty all day long.

Coincidentally, Rita Skeeter's apology article was published in the "Daily Prophet" the next day. In the article, she admitted her slander against Hagrid and expressed her sincere apology. Harry couldn't help wondering Did she write it after all?

But anyway, this matter finally came to an end, and Harry felt much more at ease.He struggled for a long time, and finally decided to try Draco's method.

January [-]st is fast approaching.That night, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, took the golden egg and slipped down the stairs quietly.He came to the statue of Boris the Foolish—a wizard with a dazed expression, the gloves on his hands reversed.

He found the door next to the statue, leaned up and whispered, "Fresh pineapples."

The door creaked open, and Harry dodged in, bolted it shut, and took off the cloak to look around.A luxurious chandelier with candles hung from the ceiling of the prefect's bathroom, casting a warm glow on the room.Everything was made of snow-white marble, including the sunken bath in the middle-it was almost like a rectangular swimming pool.

There are more than 100 golden faucets beside the bath, and each faucet is inlaid with a gemstone of a different color.Snow-white linen curtains hung by the window, and on the wall hung a picture in a gilt frame of a fair-haired woman sleeping soundly leaning against a rock.

And where Harry couldn't see, a gaze was firmly glued to him.Draco waited here early for Harry's arrival. He sat in the corner, concealed himself with the Disillusionment Charm, and looked at the man quietly.

He watched as he took off his clothes and slid into the pool, swam back and forth a few times in the water freely, turned on various faucets, and white bubbles like snowballs and small solid bubbles began to appear in the pool. brown bubbles.Harry leaned against the wall brick enjoying himself, his whole body was wrapped in bubbles, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked so comfortable, so laid back that he wanted to destroy it.Draco's eyes traced his shoulders and neck soaked in the water, white and slender, and he remembered the bite marks on it.

One day I'll make it up again.he thinks.

The water slipped from the tail of the hair, along the cheeks and neck into the collarbone, and then sank into the water. Harry hugged the golden egg from the shore, and the golden light made his arms more white and flawless.

Draco suddenly had an urge to push him into the water.

Harry put the golden egg in the water and opened it, and after a while he sank into it himself holding his breath.Draco idly thought that Myrtle would have come to join in the fun, she had spied on him when he came here, but he managed to make her disappear from here temporarily.He didn't want a third person present at such a time.

Draco stood up and walked slowly to the edge of the pool.Harry didn't turn off the tap, the bubbles in the pool piled up more and more, and the boy floated up quickly, his hair covered with various kinds of foam.

Draco reached out to touch his damp black hair, and couldn't help but twiddle the ends of it.He pulled his hair maliciously, and Harry turned around momentarily, patting the back of his head.He looked around for a while, but found nothing unusual, and turned back suspiciously.

Harry hugged the golden egg and talked to himself for a while, Draco didn't pay attention to what he said, his attention stayed on the upper half of his body out of the water, and he restrained himself from touching it The urge to touch.

"...to make Malfoy look good." Although he didn't listen carefully, Harry's words still drifted into his ears, and Draco raised his eyebrows, thinking how he had provoked him again.

Harry got up from the bath, dried his body and changed his clothes, Draco chose an angle to stand aside and stared at him, his eyes swept over him wantonly.When Harry was toweling his hair, he couldn't help touching it again, which made Harry stiffen and look back warily.

After feeling someone touch his hair twice, Harry only felt a chill down his back, and he didn't dare to stay any longer. He took the golden egg and the Marauder's Map, put on the cloak of invisibility, and went out.

Harry tiptoed downstairs, trying not to make a sound, but a few people in the portrait turned curiously at the creak of the floorboards and the rustle of his pajamas.Harry kept thinking about the weird experience just now, and didn't pay much attention to his feet. As a result, halfway through the walk, one of his feet suddenly fell into a tricky step, which Neville often forgot to jump over.

Harry shook awkwardly, and the golden egg, which was still stained with foam, fell from under his arm. Harry stretched out his hand in a panic to pick it up, but it was too late, and the golden egg slid down the long stairs Going down, every step of the next step made a loud bang, as if a big bell was ringing.The Invisibility Cloak slipped off too - Harry grabbed it quickly and covered his exposed ankle.

The golden egg rolled to the bottom of the stairs, slipped out from under the tapestry, bounced off, and began screaming in the corridor below.The piercing screams echoed heavily, almost shattering Harry's eardrums, and he was helpless on the knee-deep prank steps.

Harry listened with bated breath to the movement in the corridor, he heard a series of stumbling footsteps, almost running towards here, hurried and anxious.

It's Filch.

"Peeves! What are you making so much noise about? Are you trying to wake everyone up!" Filch's voice rose with anger. "I'm going to catch you, you... Huh? What's this?"

Harry stood still, listening, and Filch could walk across the tapestry in a few steps, and he would see that there was no Peeves.

"Oh my god, this is the golden egg... the golden egg of the warrior! I finally caught it—you stole the golden egg of the warrior!" Filch sounded very happy, and he staggered to pick up the golden egg Get up and close, the screaming stopped, "I finally found a chance to drive you out... Great... Great..."

Harry listened to him climbing the stairs with the golden egg in his arms, and his scrawny, dark gray cat seemed to be following him, staring in Harry's direction - Harry had long suspected that the Invisibility Cloak Does not work on felines.He tried hard to kick his foot, but it sank even deeper. Filch might walk in her direction and bump into him at any moment...

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned away, and now he was a few steps away from Harry.There was a person standing at the bottom of the stairs. If there was anyone who could make Harry's situation more dangerous, it would be this person—the teacher who hated Harry the most, Snape.He was livid-faced in a gray nightshirt shirt.

"It's Peeves, Professor," Filch whispered viciously. "He threw the golden egg down the stairs."

Snape hurried up the stairs and walked up to Filch's side. Harry gritted his teeth, believing that his beating heart would give away his presence at any moment...