[HP] End of Death

The morning time passed quickly.When Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle walked out of the auditorium after eating Chinese food, they happened to bump into Snape. The latter's eyes rested on Draco for a moment, and he stopped: "Draco, come to my office for a while." trip."

Draco was taken aback, but a smile appeared on his face immediately: "Okay, Professor."

Snape said nothing more, striding towards the office, Draco followed him into his dimly lit office.Standing on the east wall is a large medicine cabinet with more than 100 small drawers, and each drawer has a small label with the name of the medicine on it.On the other side of the wall, there are several crucibles of different models, reflecting silver light under the cold candle lamp above the head.

Snape sat down at his desk, and he pointed to the stool opposite him, motioning for him to take a seat.Only then did Draco notice that there was a large silver tray on the black table, and there were dozens of pot-bellied short-necked flasks on the tray, which were the results they handed in in class today.

Draco felt as if he understood what he was going to say.

Snape didn't speak right away, he squinted his eyes and searched for a while among the bottles containing various liquids - some of which could not even be called liquids - before carefully picking out two bottles and putting them in the On the side, push the large silver platter away.

"Does it sound familiar, Draco?" Snape asked, pointing to the two bottles containing the silver-white liquid.

Draco glanced at it and replied calmly, "The one on the right is mine, Professor."

Looking into his eyes, Snape replied softly, "Oh, of course I do. You've done well, Draco, but do you really think I can't recognize two identical bottles of pacifier?"

The boy's hands under the robe were clenched instantly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.He didn't avoid his sharp gaze: "I don't understand what you're talking about, professor."

Snape folded his hands, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate Draco's heart.He pursed his thin lips, and said coldly: "Your and Potter's homework grades are void. I didn't choose you as a prefect to let you do this kind of thing, Draco."

"I thought it was because of my father, or because of our friendship, Professor." The smile on Draco's face disappeared completely, "It seems that you do have a lot of prejudice against Potter. I'm sorry, next time I will I won't make my own claims."

"It's not a question of whether you can make up your own mind. You still haven't figured out the crux of the matter, Draco." Snape said, "Have you forgotten your father's warning to you?"

Draco's pupils shrank suddenly!His brain was buzzing, and his eyes were fixed on him.He didn't expect Snape to mention it directly to him here, and he thought he wouldn't mind it.

"I really don't want to worry about it, but you seem to have forgotten the task that the Dark Lord entrusted to you." Snape reminded coldly.

"Do you know what task he entrusted to me?" Draco looked alert.

"I don't know, but I think it's obviously not for you to fall in love with Potter." His tone was sarcastic, "I only want to say one thing, and I will only say it once. I'm not the only one thinking. Don't let the Dark Lord lose his patience."

Draco's heart trembled suddenly, as if he had been hit hard, and his chest was in pain.His nails were almost digging into his flesh, but he still managed to maintain his apparent composure, which was his last layer of armor.He gritted his teeth and said, "I see, Professor. Thank you for your advice."

"Then come to detention on Friday night, Draco."

"You've already deducted points from me and Potter, Professor. Why are you still in detention?"

"Because you are a prefect, this will give you a longer memory."

Draco stared at him for a long time, and finally said word by word: "Understood, Professor."

Snape waved him back to class, and Draco slammed the door behind him as he left the office.He walked briskly in the corridor, his brain was in a mess, and the mixture of anger, confusion, disappointment, and pain almost made him lose control.

Why, he thought, why remind him, wake him up so soon.Wouldn't it be nice to keep him immersed in a dream like this, at least he can feel a little bit of happiness... But he also clearly understands that he is wrong, he can't just think about himself, only think about his own mood.He was never alone, not an island.

—Your every move will involve the whole family, Draco.

Say no more, I get it.If it must be like this—if it must be like this, I can do it too.He thought so painfully, and closed his eyes in pain.

There was no one in the hallway, class was already in session, and he hadn't walked to his classroom yet.When Draco passed a classroom where a class was in progress, a voice from inside made him stop.

"What use is theory in the real world?"

The voice was loud and clear, like a glass knife coldly cutting through the fake calm.

"This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world. Come to think of it, who would attack a child like you?"

Another little girlish female voice replied.Draco recognized Professor Umbridge, their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"Well, let me see... perhaps, Voldemort?"

There was a sound of gasping in the classroom, and Draco even heard the sound of chairs being overturned, as if someone fell to the ground.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Professor Umbridge continued after a pause. "Well, let me clear a few things up. You've been told that a certain Dark wizard Resurrected—"

"He's not dead, but yes, he's back!"

"Mr. Potter, you have already made your college lose ten points. Don't make things worse. As I said just now, someone told you that a certain dark wizard has come out again. This is nonsense."

"It's not nonsense! I saw him, I wrestled with him!"

"In detention, Mr Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening, at five o'clock. In my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. The Ministry guarantees that you will not be Danger to any dark wizard. If you still have doubts, please do come to me after class. If anyone scares you with tales of dark wizards coming back from the dead, I'd love to hear them. I'm always ready to help you. I am Your friends. Well, please continue to page five, 'Introduction Fundamentals'."

Draco heard the dragging of chair legs, and someone stood up.

"Then why do you think Malfoy disappeared into the maze at that time and never came back?"

Draco's breath was suddenly suffocated, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but he couldn't move his feet, as if he was nailed to the ground.

"Draco Malfoy is not in any danger, it was just an accident of the game." Professor Umbridge said coldly.

"It's not an accident, it's not an accident at all, you know it clearly."

He held his breath, and there was a dead silence in the classroom.After a while, Professor Umbridge said in the softest, most coquettish little girl's voice, "Come here, Mr. Potter, dear."

He heard Harry walking over, and then there was the rustle of quill writing, and after about a minute, Professor Umbridge's voice sounded again: "Honey, take this to Professor McGonagall."

Footsteps approached the door, Draco panicked, he thought he had hardly run so fast - he immediately hid behind the back wall, heart beating fast.

The man slammed the door shut and walked quickly down the corridor.The footsteps disappeared around the corner.

After a long time, Draco slowly walked out from behind the wall.The corridor was empty and silent again, but the flustered feeling didn't disappear, on the contrary, it became stronger, almost crushing him.

He stared blankly at the corner for a long time.Finally, he turned around resolutely and walked in the opposite direction.