[HP] End of Death

"Are you really...going to Dumbledore?" Crouch asked suspiciously, still holding Harry's robes tightly, his eyes bulging.

"Yes... I'll go find him! Let me go, Mr. Crouch!" Harry looked to Draco for help, but the latter still bowed his head.He turned his head to look at Krum again, trying to pull back his robe, and said with difficulty: "Krum...you and Malfoy stay here and watch Mr. Crouch, I will go to Professor Dumbledore. "

"Okay...you come back quickly!" Krum still nodded.

"I'll go with you." A hand grasped Harry's wrist behind his back, and Draco looked up at him, his red eyes startling Harry.

"This..." Harry glanced at Krum hesitantly, and said courageously, "It's enough to find Dumbledore and me alone. I think Mr. Crouch's condition is worrying..."

Before he finished speaking, Draco pulled him out involuntarily, with such force that he couldn't break free no matter what.Harry had to turn around to apologize to Krum, and the man who was pulling him ran faster when he noticed his little movement.

"Ah!" As they ran through the fragrant herb garden, Harry stepped on a loose broken stone and nearly fell to the ground.He staggered to his feet, trying to shake off his hand, but the other party stared at him gloomily, and tightened his lower lip.

"Malfoy!" Harry growled.He wanted to get angry, he didn't know what happened to Draco, and his attitude suddenly became very strange.Obviously in such a critical situation, all petty emotions should be put aside.

"What the hell is going on with you—" Harry stopped suddenly in the middle of the sentence, and he stared blankly at Draco, whose eyelashes were slightly drawn back, and his eyes turned completely thick red, as if The blood-stained devil is terrifying, but the eyes are like a dead city, lifeless.

But at this time, the lifeless city moved towards him as if the camera was zooming in, then collapsed and collapsed into ruins.Draco seemed to be suppressing something, he suddenly hugged him tightly, his body trembling slightly.

"Potter, Potter..." His voice was also trembling, and Harry's heart throbbed violently, and Harry hugged him tightly, pressing his chin on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, Malfoy... I'm here... don't be afraid..." He kept whispering comfortingly, he didn't know why he said these words, they seemed to have been pressed in his heart for a long time, but he never mentioned them .

"He's coming, Potter, he's coming—"

"Who is he? Who are you talking about?" Harry asked hastily, startled.

Draco didn't answer, just let go of him, squeezed his hand tightly, and looked at him steadily:

"Potter, promise me... you promise me you're going to kill him..."

"Who is he?" Harry asked eagerly, he already had the answer in his mind, "Is it Voldemort?"

Hearing this name, the boy's body trembled suddenly. He shuddered and said softly, "...Promise me."

Harry looked at him quietly, looking at his blood-red eyes, as if he was struggling in a bottomless abyss. At that moment, he thought of many things, many things that he had deliberately ignored before... No matter the relationship between them No matter how the relationship is, no matter how much he cares about him, those beliefs and persistence engraved in his bones are not so easy to change.

It is a wound that hurts at the touch, a crack that breaks at the touch, a debt that can never be settled, and a gap between love and hate that can never be counted.

They have never discussed these, not to escape, but the time has not come.

"I promise you," he heard himself reply so clearly, "that I will kill him, kill Voldemort."

I would do it even if you hadn't asked me to.

But the person who thinks this way should be me, not you.

They looked at each other silently, and both saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.Draco pulled Harry over suddenly, lowered his head and bit his lip.He kissed so hard, with such raging madness, that it hurt Harry almost instantly.

The smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two, and Harry suddenly pushed him away, took his hand and ran forward.He hadn't lost sight of their purpose.

The Crouch affair ended up with a bizarre ending.When they found Dumbledore and returned to the woods, Crouch was gone, and Krum was knocked out and fell to the ground, which made Karkaroff furious and quarreled with Dumbledore.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discussed this matter for a long time, and everything that happened recently seemed a little weird.He has now been asked by Dumbledore not to leave the castle, which makes him feel extremely depressed.

"He's looking out for your safety, Harry!" Hermione pointed out sharply. "You should listen to him!"

"Well, but I haven't been attacked for a whole year," said Harry sullenly.

"But someone put your name in the Goblet of Fire, so they must be planning to do something!"

Harry didn't refute her anymore, he thought of Draco's abnormal behavior that day, his blood red eyes, his solemn words, now thinking about it still looks like a pale and scarlet picture, full of magical unreality everywhere, But it brought a great impact to his nerves and senses.

Why did he become like that?And why did you say those words?For some reason, the bloody man nailed to the grave appeared in Harry's mind. His bleak smile was like a knife, cutting bloody scars on his heart.

He faintly felt that everything had been working since the beginning, and at this moment all the clues were finally connected together, and the big net was cast down, only waiting for the prey to enter the urn.

For the next few days, Harry either searched the library for poisonous spells with Ron and Hermione, or practiced spells in an empty classroom.He'd been concentrating on Stunning Spells lately, a spell he'd never used before, so Hermione and Ron were going to have to make some sacrifices.

"Can we kidnap Mrs. Norris?" Ron seriously suggested at noon on Monday. He was lying on the floor of the Charms classroom, stunned and awakened by Harry five times in a row, with back pain, " Or call Dobby, I think he'd be more than happy to-"

"That's because you don't fall on the mats! You fall backwards, Ron!" said Hermione impatiently, tidying up the mats they had used for exorcising spells, which Flitwick had left behind. in the cupboard.

"You can't control your direction when you're in a coma, Hermione! Why don't you try?" Ron complained angrily.

"Uh, I think Harry has already mastered it." Hermione said hastily, "You don't need to practice the Disarming Curse, I think it's fine... I think I should learn a few poison spells... Ah, I think this impeding spell is good, Can stop anything that tries to attack you. Let's start with that, Harry."

The bell rang, and they hurriedly stuffed the pillows back into Flitwick's cupboard and slipped out of the classroom.

Harry hadn't seen Draco lately, and since what happened last time, he seemed to have disappeared from the world, missing several Potions classes and Care of Fantastic Beasts classes.Harry didn't know if he was avoiding him on purpose, or if something had happened, but either possibility worried him.

He'd thought about reaching out to a few of his close friends—such as Crabbe and Goyle—for information, but he'd been slow to do so.He had always had a bad relationship with them, and that didn't change even with his current relationship with Draco.

And now, after saying goodbye to Ron and Hermione, he and Ron walked towards the direction of the North Building. They had to go to divination class.The dazzling sunlight covered the narrow spiral staircase layer by layer, dragging out wide and long strips of light.The shoes creaked on the wooden boards.