[HP] End of Death

Draco felt the person in his arms go limp, and quickly reached out to help him, but the body was still sliding down.Draco secretly cursed Potter for holding him back at the critical moment, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off that person.

The wand in that person's hand had already been knocked away by his disarming spell, because Draco couldn't see his face clearly due to the backlight. Judging from his body shape, he should be a thin young man.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.The man moved a step, as if he was going to pick up his wand, but Draco immediately approached, "Don't move, or it won't be as simple as disarming the spell."

He tried to make his tone more imposing. In fact, he didn't have any back tricks. If the man hadn't been disarmed by him, Draco knew that he was not his opponent.

In normal times, Draco would never be afraid of him, and his father would not allow anyone to threaten him... But in this situation, Lucius would not come to help him, he could not take care of himself.

Draco held his breath and stared at the man, thinking that he had only one wand and a burden, it was too embarrassing for him... He got angry when he thought of it, and he kicked it calmly One kick.Hmph, I'll settle the score with him later.

The figure of that person suddenly moved, he seemed to have seen something, suddenly turned around and ran out, and disappeared into the woods all at once.

"...What's going on?" Draco frowned suspiciously. He waited for a while, made sure that the man would not come back, put away his wand, and looked at the man lying on the grass.

"Hey, wake up, Potter." He kicked Harry again, and slowly squatted down.The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and the hair on his forehead fell messily on his eyelashes. He looked dazed and helpless, without a trace of defense.Draco stared at him for a moment, reached out to touch his forehead, and then retracted like an electric shock.

"... Really passed out?" Draco remembered the stun spell just now, no wonder he was unscathed, it turned out that Potter blocked it for him.Now he was a little embarrassed. Logically speaking, now that Potter is in a coma, it is really too easy to teach him a lesson, but Draco felt that this was very boring, because he couldn't see his angry reaction, and it was not interesting at all. No.

Draco thought for a while, and stomped his feet angrily: "It's really cheap for you." He stood up, bent down, hugged Harry's waist from behind, and dragged him out.The boy's weight was a bit beyond his expectation. He wiped off his sweat and casually looked to the side. Suddenly he saw a tall figure standing there motionless. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Draco broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't know when the man started standing there, he didn't notice it at all.He watched him warily, and moved his hand to his pocket again, but before he could pull out his wand, the man raised his hand, a flash of red light, and Draco felt a pain in his forehead and lost consciousness.

"Harry...Harry...wake up!" Someone seemed to be calling him in his sleep, far and near, very unreal.Harry's eyelashes fluttered and his brow furrowed slightly.He slowly opened his eyes, and a person was squatting in front of him and looking at him anxiously, and he was relieved when he woke up.

Harry rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and was extremely surprised: "Mr. Fickert...?"

The man in front of him was Sirius' friend, Mr. Fickett who had treated his scar pain. He smiled kindly at him and said softly, "Harry, what do you think?"

"Well, I'm fine. Mr. Fickert, why are you here?"

"I'm also here to watch the World Cup. I just passed by here and saw you lying unconscious on the ground. I wanted to take you back to my tent, but the situation outside was too chaotic and there were people everywhere. I couldn't make it through, so I just Let you stay here for the time being." Mr. Fickett explained, with a look of concern on his face.

"Mr. Fickett, what happened outside?" Harry asked hastily.

The man shook his head and sighed: "It's outrageous that someone hung up those Muggles and displayed them in the air...and just found the Dark Mark in the forest."

"The Dark Mark?!" Harry gasped, his voice trembling as he thought of something, "Then... is someone dead?"

"That's not true, the dead were not found... By the way, Harry, this is your wand." Mr. Fickett took a wand from his pocket and handed it to him, "In the grass not far from you Found it, it seems someone left it there."

Harry stared at the lost and found familiar wand for a while, then slowly reached out and took the wand.He rubbed its smooth body, every inch of the uneven question, he thought of the man who cast a spell on him and Draco, was he the one who took his wand?

"Thank you, Mr. Fickert," he said sincerely.Mr. Fickert just shook his head, saying it was nothing.

"By the way, sir... did you know in advance that such a thing would happen in the World Cup?" He hesitated for a while and asked softly.Also knew my wand would be stolen.

"...Yes, I did hear some wind in advance, but I'm not sure." Mr. Fickert had a serious expression. He stood up and looked quietly at the sky covered by leaves, his eyes were extremely remote.

Harry stood up too, shaking the leaves and dew off his robes.The man turned his head, and he suddenly held Harry's hand solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Harry, I want to remind you of one thing, although you may find it difficult to accept, but you must keep it in mind in the future. Never forget."

"What is it, sir?" Harry's heart sank, with a bad feeling.

"Don't trust Malfoy, and don't have any good feelings for Draco Malfoy." His tone was very serious, as if he was forced to suppress a lot of thunder and lightning, and finally turned into a heavy sigh and exhortation.

Harry blinked, a little confused: "I didn't like him at all."

"Then don't have any in the future."

Harry didn't know why he cared so much about it, but he believed that Mr. Fickett must be doing it for his own good... Malfoy's position was already against him, and he never trusted him, and he couldn't have this opportunity.

"I see, sir."

A smile finally appeared on Mr. Fickett's face. He was about to say something more, but both of them heard a series of footsteps getting louder and louder, and someone was approaching them.Harry subconsciously clenched his wand, which made him feel more secure.

But when he saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't help being taken aback, and exclaimed, "...Malfoy?"

Draco stopped not far from them, his face dripping with gloom.He looked at them both coldly, and finally fixed his eyes on Mr. Fickett, but said to Harry: "Potter, who is he?"

As soon as Draco woke up, he felt something was wrong. There was a group of people around him noisy, whispering, and kept mentioning the words "Dark Mark", "Malfoy", and "Lucius' son". Key words.He frowned, a little at a loss, not knowing exactly what was going on, until a witch from the Ministry of Magic pulled him up, and she looked at him with an expression of pity that made him unhappy: "Oh, child, did you see What? Did you see the Death Eaters?"

Draco thumped in his heart, could it be that his father's actions have been discovered?He forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart, forced a polite smile and replied: "Oh, I did meet a suspicious man, but he knocked me out, so I didn't see what he looked like."

"Oh, poor child! I think you must be terrified... Poor thing, it's a good thing you're okay, otherwise Lucius would be very sad." The witch said exaggeratedly, and she took him aside.Several more serious Ministry of Magic staff interrogated him, and Draco answered them one by one calmly, but the doubts in his heart were not resolved at all. He knew that something must have happened, which was beyond his expectations— —

"Excuse me, dear sir, what happened here?" When the group of staff was about to leave, Draco quickly stopped one of the wizards and asked politely.

"Oh, you children should stay away from here! I think those Death Eaters haven't given up yet. They are so arrogant that they don't care about the Ministry of Magic..." the wizard of the Ministry of Magic muttered, But he didn't mention the point a word, Draco suppressed his impatience, and continued to ask:

"Then what did they do?"

"Look there... yes, it's that green thing, recognize it, the Dark Mark! God..." The wizard shook his head, but didn't talk to Draco anymore, and walked away slowly , "I'm afraid there will be no peace these days..."