[HP] End of Death

The so-called cherishing the night time is being dragged by Draco to an empty classroom with no one to make out for a while, and then sent back by him in a daze.Before Harry entered the common room, Draco patted Harry on the shoulder and asked, seemingly casually, "Are you ready for the second project, Potter? I'm pretty sure I'll tell you the truth." .”

"Ah I……"

"My score will not be lower than yours this time."

Seeing Draco's slightly proud expression, Harry's competitiveness was instantly aroused, and he raised the corner of his lips: "Really, that's not necessarily the case."

After they said goodbye, as soon as Harry returned to the dormitory, he explained to Ron that we would go to the library together tomorrow, and Ron agreed, wondering when Harry took the initiative.

As always, Hermione was very enthusiastic about helping Harry find useful information in the library.She has always believed that the solutions to most problems can be found in books, but this time she also seems to be shaken, because they have been no major gains.

"I think maybe Harry should use the Coming Charm again. Didn't you say Muggles have a thing called... er, scuba?" Ron suggested.

"Use the Flying Charm to make a pair of scuba fly directly to Hogwarts? That's a violation of the International Statute of Magical Secrecy!"

They sat at their study desks, surrounded by dusty tomes, looking for a way to survive without oxygen.Harry thought he would soon hate the library and never want to go back in it for the rest of his life.

He, Ron, and Hermione scoured the place at lunchtimes, evenings, and weekends—and Harry had Professor McGonagall write him a note allowing him to borrow books from the First District, and Asked Mrs. Pince, the eagle-like librarian, for help, but nothing worked.

Harry was beginning to feel the tension again, his heart heavy and his chest tight at the thought of the game.And that piece of black lake, he suddenly felt that it was so wide and cold, it seemed that there was no end to it.

"Harry, you said the song you heard in the golden egg was..."

"It said I needed to find the merman because the merman took something important from me." Harry repeated tirelessly, knowing that his friends wanted more clues.

Because of being obsessed with the library, the chances of Harry and Draco meeting have also become less.The thought that he already had a way to deal with it made Harry less eager to see him.He still had a verbal bet with Draco, and now that he thought about it he couldn't help but regret it.What if he hasn't found a way when the game comes?Maybe all he could do was tell the judges that he had to quit the competition, walk away amidst the jeers, and the Daily Prophet had a good stunt... and Harry knew he absolutely, absolutely didn't want to be reduced to that.

Of course Draco wouldn't allow Harry to avoid him.Although he could understand his thoughts and not bother him to check the information, he couldn't bear not being able to speak to Harry for three days.His solution to this was to choose a position closer to Harry and the others, and when Harry got up to go to the bathroom, he followed him openly and intercepted him.

Harry didn't want to admit that it was the only thing he enjoyed going to the library amidst the days of going nowhere.

This day, he was kissed by Draco on the toilet door again. While kissing him, the other party put his hand under his clothes, and Harry, not to be outdone, put his hand on his back to feel his skin.Draco's skin was smooth and delicate, without a trace of fat.Harry's hand ran down his butterfly bones, his fingertips touching the sections of his spine, then his waist.He felt the boy's body tremble slightly, hugged him tighter, and pulled down his trouser waist.

"Malfoy!" The exclamation was silenced, Draco patted him on the shoulder to make him relax, and quickened the movement of his hands.

He gasped in restraint, released it in his hands, and finally fell on top of him to catch his breath.

The consequence of this every day is that Ron and Hermione are always wondering why Harry took so much time to go to the toilet, and sometimes he didn't come back until the closing time, and he still had a pair of disheveled clothes and ripped lips. With marks on his skin and neck, Ron wondered if he had been beaten in the toilet.

"Harry, have you been targeted by those bastards in Slytherin recently?" Ron asked seriously.

"Huh?...Uh, no..." Harry thought of something, blushed a little, and straightened his tie in a panic.

Harry felt that he couldn't go on like this, and there were only two days left before the game, but he still couldn't calm down.While being with Draco was a great distraction and a relief from his anxiety, he made a request to him that he didn't want to meet in the library.

To his surprise, Draco readily agreed: "Okay, it's only two days anyway."

Harry rolled his eyes, and was about to say something, when Draco continued to add embellishments: "However, if you're not sure, Potter, I suggest you give up. I can't bear to see you choking on water—"

"I'm also reluctant to lose to you, Malfoy." Harry said viciously, shaking his fist at him, "Just wait and see, you'll know when the time comes."

"You look pretty sure. I'd advise my Slytherin friends to be a little more lenient with you, Potter, and don't get too nervous." Draco teased.

And in the last protection of magical beasts class before the competition, whether it was to show that Professor Graplan knew what he knew, or because only the last two snails were left, Hagrid took the only one left by Professor Graplan. The content of the horned beast continued.

It turns out Hagrid knows as much about unicorns as trolls do, and he's brought two baby unicorns with him from the Forbidden Forest.Baby unicorns are not exclusive to men, they are all golden and look so cute, Lavender and Parvati couldn't help screaming when they saw them, even Pansy couldn't hide their love for them like.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Hagrid asked, sneaking up to Harry, as the students gathered in front to look at the two baby unicorns.

"Hmm...not bad," Harry replied reluctantly.Although he was sure of what Draco said, he hadn't actually figured out a way yet.

"I know you can do it, right? When you faced the dragons, they thought you couldn't do it, but you succeeded, and you did it better than them..." Hagrid smiled kindly, and took a picture. Pat him on the back.

Harry looked at him, and for a moment he wanted to admit that he didn't know how to breathe underwater. Maybe Hagrid would sometimes need to dive underwater to deal with squids and sea monsters. After all, Hogwarts animals were all made by him. Managed, he could probably help himself a little...but he finally smiled at him and went up front and pretended to join the others in soothing the baby unicorn.

"If you really don't know what to do, I can tell you a few things." A slightly smiling voice came from behind Harry's ear, and Harry turned his back on him.He doesn't want to see his proud face now.

"Don't you really need it, Potter? You go to the library with them every day, but you refuse to ask me for help?" Hearing Draco's voice getting lower and lower, Harry couldn't help but reply: "We It's a rival, Malfoy! Have you ever seen anyone ask a rival for help?"

"I don't mind, what do you mind?" Draco continued to provoke his nerves, his breath kept blowing against his ears, Harry felt his ears were burning red, and stood away from him quickly a little farther away, and sternly rejected him.

Draco shrugged, expressing regret: "See you on the field, Potter. I hope you can hold your breath in the water for more than a minute." He took a bite on the pinna of his ear, and walked away leisurely.