[HP] End of Death

After the second project ended, many students curiously came to ask them about the details of the competition, and Ron got a lot of limelight because of this.

The version of the story he originally described was similar to Hermione's: Professor McGonagall took them to the office, and Professor Dumbledore hypnotized them, telling them that their lives would not be life-threatening, and they would wake up as soon as the water came out.But then for some reason it gradually turned into him fighting fifty mermaids, and they finally knocked him unconscious before taking him away.

Parvati's attitude towards him became much better, and Ron often showed her the wand in his pocket.

"I can knock them all down if I want to," he said.

"What are you going to do, snore at them?" Hermione sarcastically sarcastically, her temper becoming more irritable, and she was now Krum's sweetheart, and everyone was making fun of her.

Ron's face suddenly burned red.So his version of the story changed back to the previous one.

During Potions class that day, as soon as Harry and the others walked into the dark underground classroom, they saw a group of Slytherin students looking at something in a circle.They were discussing and filled with righteous indignation, and the discussion became louder when they saw Harry walk in, and they kept casting vicious glances at him, as if they wanted to destroy him with their eyes.

"What's going on?" Ron asked in a low voice.Harry shrugged that he didn't know either.

A Gryffindor student quietly handed them a copy of the "Daily Prophet", pointing to the headline on the first page, and they quickly opened it to see that it published a report on the second project of the Triwizard Tournament.Harry keenly discovered that the author of this article was not Rita Skeeter.

"'...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy exemplified the morality and the spirit of friendship on the field during the game. They watched and helped each other and rescued the Beauxbatons' hostages... On the score, Mr. Malfoy Slightly inferior...' The report was so weird, Harry, no wonder the Slytherins were so angry." Ron commented, "By the way, why are you blushing?"

"No, nothing..." Harry concealed.He couldn't help but glance back at Draco, who was staring at him for an instant, which made him turn his head back immediately.

"What are you looking at?" A cold voice descended from the sky accompanied by footsteps, startling the three of them.

Snape took the newspaper away from their hands, glanced at it roughly, raised his eyebrows and said mockingly: "Reading the newspaper in class? Ten points deducted from Gryffindor. Oh, Potter, it seems that you are fighting for you You're complacent about your little good grades in the Tournament...but that doesn't mean you don't have to take Potions classes, you're still that annoying, self-righteous kid in my eyes..."

Harry glared at him, terribly angry, and Snape obviously didn't intend to let him go, he continued to add embellishment: "It seems that I have to separate the three of you so that you can concentrate on making potions, Instead of talking about things that have nothing to do with the class... Potter, you should go to another place to form your star club. So, Mr. Weasley, you sit here, Miss Granger, you go there, sit Go sit next to Pansy, Potter—you sit next to Draco, all right, get going."

Harry and Hermione had to stand up, throw the ingredients and the schoolbag into the cauldron, and walk to the place Snape designated with the cauldron.And when Harry walked into the circle occupied by Slytherins, he clearly felt their malicious eyes and sneers.He swallowed, and suddenly felt like a sheep in a herd of tigers.

The seat next to Draco was empty, but Harry was pretty sure at least it hadn't been this clean before, and it looked like he'd done it in the few minutes Snape had been talking and he'd been packing his schoolbag.

Harry put the cauldron on the table pretending to be calm, and then took out the schoolbag and the ingredients one by one and put them in order.He could feel that the people next to him were staring at him all the time, and the fiery gaze almost burned his skin. In fact, he himself was dry, nervous, and his heart was pounding.

He sneaked a glance at Draco, he thought Draco would have a few words with him, but he just listened to the lecture seriously, as if his arrival didn't surprise him.

Maybe he just didn't want to show it in front of others, Harry comforted himself, but he still felt a little empty inside.

He shook his head, making up his mind not to think about Draco, and to take notes in class.Harry had just drawn out the quill to write a few words when someone grabbed his left hand on the table, which made the nib of his pen slip and almost made a typo.

Harry turned his head, and Draco looked at the blackboard with his chin propped on one hand, while the other hand lay nonchalantly on the back of his hand, sliding from time to time, making it impossible for Harry to ignore it.

"Draco!" He lowered his voice, trying to pull his hand back, but the other party tightened his grip in an instant, "It will be seen!"

"Yeah." Draco responded indifferently, and the hand that was holding him dropped under the table, and his fingers entwined more brazenly, interlocking with his.

Harry didn't dare to move his left hand, maintaining this ambiguous posture under the eyes of everyone made him too flustered to speak.He was short of breath, his cheeks were flushed, his head was dizzy, and he kept writing notes and dared not look at Draco.

Obviously, they didn't know how many times they kissed each other, but holding hands like this still made him restless.

As soon as it was time for the actual operation, Harry shook off his hand, put the book aside and started pounding his scarab, occasionally bumping his elbows into those around him to make his heart palpitate.He felt that he must be stupid like this, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Draco poured the powdered beetles into the cauldron and began finely chopping the ginger root.He found he could hardly take his eyes off Harry - he'd noticed this earlier when Snape was lecturing.As soon as he saw him, some inappropriate thoughts automatically appeared in his mind.He was afraid that he would not be able to control his hands and feet, so he pretended to listen carefully, but in fact only he knew how much he listened to.

Draco thought that making the potion would distract him, but it turned out that it didn't - no matter how busy he was, he could concentrate on observing his every move.The broken hair hanging down when he bowed his head to flip through the book, the gently shaking arm when cutting ginger root, and the piece of skin exposed under the wide sleeve all attracted his attention all the time.

When he picked up the measuring cup to see if the poured armad bile was enough, the emerald green eyes seemed to meet his gaze through the glass, Draco hurriedly avoided his gaze, his face was slightly red .

He felt that he might be stuck.

At the end of Potions class, an unexpected visitor came - Karkaroff suddenly came to talk to Snape, but Snape didn't seem to want to talk to him.Harry was extremely curious, but he could only hear a few key words when he listened carefully, so he had to give up in the end.

"Potter, you still don't want to sit next to me in the future." After the configuration was completed, Draco said calmly while stuffing the book into his schoolbag.

"Why?" Harry frowned.

"You affect my class too much."

"Why did I bother you!" Harry was extremely aggrieved. He obviously didn't say a few words in class, but those few words were to stop Draco from harassing him.

"You sit next to me, and I'll start thinking about plans for tonight." Draco looked at him and replied solemnly, and then he smiled again and rubbed his hair, "Of course, if you If you'd like to come back to your dorm with me, I'd be more than happy to teach you about Potions—"

Harry felt like he didn't want to talk to this man anymore for the last few days.