[HP] End of Death

Harry was hesitant to tell them about Dobby, but Mr. Bagman's sonorous voice had already sounded overhead, and he began to announce the scores of the warriors:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally made a decision. Mercus, the leader of the mermaids, told us everything that happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have decided to rate all the warriors on the basis of a full score of [-] points...

"Fleur Delacour, despite her excellent use of the Bubble Curse, was attacked by Grindylow as she approached the target and was unsuccessful in rescuing the hostages. We give her 25 points."

There was applause from the stands. Fu Rong shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I should get zero."

"Viktor Krum used Transfiguration, incomplete but effective, he was the first to return with the hostages, but he was 5 minutes over the hour. We give him 46 points."

Karkaroff slapped the ground very vigorously, looking triumphant.

"Harry Potter used gill grass and achieved amazing results. But it took him more than an hour to come back, but the mermaid leader told us that he was the first to find the hostages, but he wanted to confirm all the hostages They left after they were all gone, not just caring about their own hostages...Draco Malfoy, too, who used the Bubble Curse, was the second warrior to arrive...most of the referees," Mr. Bagman He paused at this point, and glanced at Karkaroff very dissatisfied, "I think this fully reflects a noble moral character. So...Mr. Potter's score is 45 points, and Mr. Malfoy's score is 42 points." .”

Harry's heart rejoiced - he thought that his unnecessary actions would cause Draco a lot of trouble, and he didn't care about his score, but if he got involved, Harry would feel very guilty.Ron and Hermione stared at him blankly, then immediately cheered, running up to hug him tightly despite him still being covered in blankets.

"It's you, Harry!" Ron shouted at the top of the din. "So you're not stupid - you're being moral!"

Fleur was also clapping vigorously, and Krum looked very unhappy.Because he wanted to strike up a conversation with Hermione, but Hermione just cheered Harry and ignored him.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, but there was only sparse applause from the Slytherin seats.Pansy snorted, annoyed that Harry's grades were higher than Draco's.She purposely said a few words of disdain, and secretly glanced at Draco's reaction out of the corner of her eye, only to find that the latter had been staring at Harry surrounded by the crowd, not paying attention to what she said at all.

"The third and final project will be carried out on the evening of June 6," Mr. Bagman announced loudly. "The warriors will know the details of the project one month in advance. Thank you for your support to the warriors."

It's over, Harry thought dazedly, it's over at last, he doesn't have to worry anymore... no.

Madam Pomfrey began to escort the warrior back to the castle, sending him dry clothes.Harry stood on tiptoe and looked in one direction, where there was a piece of gold swaying, ups and downs, like a golden mist that lingered on the sea for a long time.He suddenly grinned, lowered the cloth over his head, sneaked through the crowd, came behind him cautiously, and hugged him tightly with his arms open.

The man froze all over, but didn't look back, he just said indifferently: "Potter, you wet the clothes I just changed."

His voice was low, making Harry wonder if he was angry.Harry felt as if he had been poured with cold water. He was about to back away, but the other party pulled him to him and hugged him tightly.

"Since we're wet, let's take a shower together." There was a smile in his ending, like the bow of a violin gently touching Harry's heart.

"what?"

"Come to my place tonight."

"Wait a moment--"

"Let's go to Hogsmeade together this weekend."

"Hey, Malfoy, don't help me make arrangements—" Harry just protested and felt light on his body. The heavy blanket was lifted by Draco to cover the two of them, roughly covering the eyes of others. Looking at her, he leaned forward and kissed her down.

Weekend, Hogsmeade.

"Malfoy, come and take a look! What do you think of these socks?" Draco was standing in front of the mirror admiring himself in the mirror image, when the boy next to him waved to him and shouted cheerfully.He yawned, walked slowly towards him, leaned over and pressed his chin on his shoulder, and took the red and green striped stocking in his hand with the other hand around his back.

"Christmas is long over, Potter. It's February." He sneered harshly, biting his ear.

"Bought this for Dobby! It's helped me a lot in the race—"

"Dobby? Isn't that my house elf?" Draco raised his voice.

"It's not yours anymore, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes, "It's working at Hogwarts now, you can go visit it with me next time."

Draco was extremely depressed, and muttered, "Isn't it just a guy who works as a servant, and you want me to visit", but Harry could hear him clearly because he was too close, and he immediately turned his head and stared at him :

"Malfoy!"

"Okay, I get it, I'll go with you!" Draco quickly surrendered, "Also, Potter, I think red and green are really ugly."

Harry: "...then you pick me a pair?"

Draco shook his head, scanned the wall full of socks with critical eyes, and took a pair of socks from the corner.Harry took the socks from his hands and looked at them, casting him a look with an indescribable expression on his face: "Dobby wouldn't like these socks."

"how do you know?"

"I've never seen him wear anything of a solid color... let alone black." Harry waved his hand regretfully, and hung up the pair of black socks.

The end result was that Draco had to walk down the street with a bag of assorted socks - he felt completely humiliated.Harry, on the other hand, was leisurely eating ice cream and admiring the street view, and he wore a pair of sunglasses so that no one would recognize him. This was the only thing Draco was grateful for: he looked stupider than he was.

"Potter, I want ice cream too." He leaned over to Harry, who didn't even look at him, just handed over the half-eaten ice cream, and Draco pushed his hand back: "I said That's not it."

"Huh? Don't you like this taste?" Harry finally turned his head, Draco looked at his confused look, couldn't help but put his arms around his neck and licked his lips, it was cold and sweet Instantly melt.

"I like this flavor better." He said softly, and touched it again before he could react.

"Malfoy! It's on the street!" Harry blushed, pushed him away, looked around nervously, relieved after making sure no one had noticed them, and warned, "Don't Any more—”

"Potter, the ice cream is melting."

"what!"

After returning from Hogsmeade, Harry dragged Draco to the kitchen.The kitchen was as clean and bright as ever, shining with golden light, and elves in aprons were tinkling and busy at the long dining table.

Dobby ran over happily as soon as he saw Harry, but hid in fear when he saw Draco behind Harry, which made Draco very uncomfortable.

"Dobby?" Harry glanced back at Draco, hurriedly ran to squat down in front of it, and comforted him, "It's okay, Dobby, he won't do anything to you...Look, this is our Socks for you."

"Really...really?" Dobby's eyes overflowed with big tears, and he took the bag tremblingly, "Thank you so much, Mr. Potter! And...Mr. Malfoy!" It He glanced at Draco timidly, as if he was afraid of his punishment, and quickly averted his gaze.

Harry smiled at it, turned around and left with Draco without saying anything.

"Potter." On the way back, neither of them spoke, until Draco suddenly opened his mouth at the fork in the road, and he turned his head to look at him, "Actually, I don't need——I don't need you to help me improve relation."

He was a little apprehensive after saying this, for fear that Harry would get angry, but he didn't dare to look at him, so he turned his head pretending to be arrogant.

"I didn't help you improve your relationship, Malfoy." Harry glared at him, "I did it for Dobby's sake, don't think too much about it."

Draco: "... In your eyes, I am not as good as my elf?"

"What are you talking about? I mean, if you really want to improve Dobby's image, you'd better apologize to it yourself." Harry shrugged, "I'll go back first if it's okay."

"It's ridiculous, how could I apologize to it..." Draco looked at the boy's back and snorted coldly, but felt a little blocked in his heart.