[HP] End of Death

"Trelawney's classroom is as hot as a steamer, and she never turns off the stove." They pushed open the trap door, and a steaming hot air rushed in, and the incense was stronger than before, almost making Harry Leigh couldn't breathe.

He and Ron chose a seat by the window and opened the window a crack while Professor Trelawney was undoing the silk scarf hanging on the lampshade. A thin wind blew on his face, and suddenly Much more comfortable.

"Darling," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in the winged armchair, and staring at them with her spectacled eyes, "we've almost finished planetary divination, but today we're studying the action of Mars." A special day because it's in a very interesting position..."

With his chin propped on one hand, Harry tilted his head as she pulled out from under her chair a gleaming miniature model of the solar system, planets revolving around a burning sun.Even with the windows open, it was too hot in the room, and Harry yawned, his eyelids getting heavy.

He looked out of the window, the blue sky was spotless, and a row of wild geese were flying south... He saw the chair with its back facing him, and there were two black shadows wriggling beside the chair... One was a big snake, the other One was human... a short, balding man who was kneeling on a blanket by the fire and sobbing, his shoulders shrugging...

"Lucky for you, Wormtail," said a grim, shrill voice from the chair, "very lucky for you. Your mistake didn't mess things up, and he's dead."

"Master!" screamed the man on the ground, "I...I'm really, really happy! I'm so sorry..."

"Nagini," the voice continued coldly, "you're out of luck, I'm not going to feed you Wormtail...but that's all right...and Harry Potter..."

The big snake twisted its body and made a hissing sound.

"Now, maybe I should remind you that I can't allow you to make any more mistakes..."

"No, master...don't...please..."

The chair turned upward to reveal a wand, pointed at Wormtail.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Wormtail screamed in pain, curled up and rolled on the ground, his screams filling Harry's ears, and the scar on his forehead burned and ached.

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor, his face in his hands.The scar still hurt as if it was on fire, and the tears came out of his eyes.Ron was looking at him in horror.He looked up, and he found that everyone was watching him, especially Professor Trelawney - she walked directly in front of Harry, pulling the fluttering cloak around her body, her eyes flickered It can be called excited eyes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Oh, of course he has something to do!" Professor Trelawney leaned over excitedly. She seemed to want to hold Harry's hand, but he avoided it. "Son, tell me, what did you see? Is it a ball?" An ominous black mist?"

"Nothing." Harry lied.

"Oh, boy, you were covering your scar just now! Tell me, I have experience in this matter!"

Harry took a step back to avoid her, and said with a stiff smile, "I think I need to go to the hospital, I have a terrible headache."

"My dear, you are obviously affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!" Professor Trelawney tried to stop, "If you walk away now, you won't see things you've never seen—"

"I just want to find a cure for my headache," said Harry.He stood up, and the whole class stepped back, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"See you later," Harry whispered to Ron, and he put his bag on his back and headed for the trapdoor, ignoring the frustrated Professor Trelawney.

He didn't go to the school hospital after he left the classroom, but went straight to the Gryffindor lounge.Somehow, he had a premonition that he would definitely meet the person he wanted to see there.

He walked through the empty auditorium and foyer. There were a few students walking in the opposite direction in the corridor, and they showed some surprised expressions when they saw him.

Harry didn't say hello to them, and his expression was very dazed along the way, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.He walked slowly towards the trapdoor where the portrait hung in the doorway to the lounge, and he saw a figure leaning against the pillar, playing with a long, thin wand in his hand.Harry moved towards him, stopping in front of him.

The boy stopped fiddling with the wand, closing his long fingers together to hold it tightly.He raised his head to look at him, his slightly raised pointed chin allowed him to clearly see his raised cheekbones and sunken cheeks.Harry looked carefully for the eyes hidden under the thick lashes, light gray with a hint of blue in the light.

"Why don't you go to class?" Harry asked.Although he thought, he already knew why.

"Have you been practicing poison spells lately?" Draco didn't answer him, but asked an irrelevant question.

"Yeah, we have to prepare for the third project." Harry nodded.

"I'll practice with you." Draco pressed his eyebrows, "Let's go."

They came to the old dusty classroom again.This time Draco didn't complain any more, just used a cleaning spell to create a clean space.

"Um - well, Potter, what spells have you practiced?"

Harry took out a piece of paper full of spells from his pocket, read it carefully, and then looked up at him: "Malfoy, can you be the target of my Stunning Curse?"

Draco: "...can I find you a critter?"

"Why is your brain circuit exactly the same as Ron's?" Harry rolled his eyes. "What kind of animal are you looking for, a ferret?"

"...Potter, you definitely did it on purpose!"

Seeing Draco walking towards here with an unfriendly expression on his face, Harry quickly stepped back, raised his wand and shouted at him: "There are many obstacles!"

Draco stopped immediately, but still almost tripped, his face became ugly in an instant.He immediately pulled out his wand from his pocket unceremoniously, pointed at Harry, and said, "Tarantella dance!"

Harry quickly dodged, and with a twist of his wand, he almost blurted out, "Stop standing still!"

"Iron armor!" A long wall rose between the two of them, stretching from one end of the classroom to the other.Harry looked at the man on the other side of the long wall, and the two of them didn't speak for a while.

"I remember we're here to practice spells, aren't we, Potter." Draco whispered, his chin raised slightly, and his hands folded.

"Yeah... that's right. We're just here to practice spells." Harry walked slowly along the long wall, his eyes fixed on him for a moment.The moment the effect of the Iron Armor Curse disappeared, he immediately raised his wand, and the person opposite raised his hand at the same time:

"Except your weapons!"

"Passed out!"

Twenty minutes later, the two of them on the ground stared blankly at the cobwebs on the ceiling. Harry stretched out a hand and looked at the flickering light that leaked from between his fingers.

"I think we're just practicing spells, and we don't need to get to the colonel's hospital every time." Harry commented.

"It was always your choice, Potter," Draco said lazily. "You are fully responsible."

"Full responsibility? You can say that!" Harry sat up, patted the dust off his body and stood up, looking down at him, "It's time for the match to see the real trick, Malfoy."

After he finished saying this, he was also taken aback, and the smile froze on his face.

Draco didn't notice the change in his expression, he stretched himself and sat up, and said casually, "Don't hold me back."

"Thank goodness you don't trip me up." Harry snorted.