[HP] End of Death

The next day, the sky was still overcast, with dark clouds, and it was raining before it rained.Harry wasn't in a much better mood than yesterday, when he dreamed again last night of a long corridor leading to a dark, mysterious door.

However, as soon as the class came, Harry found that he had no energy to think about other things at all. Almost every teacher was emphasizing the importance of OWLs.

"Remember, this exam can affect your future life!" Little Professor Flitwick said sharply from the podium, his face flushed with excitement, "if you haven't seriously considered After your career, you have to make plans for yourself from now on! Some professions have strict requirements for OWLs in the subject of magic, I hope you can pay attention to this!"

So they spent a class time reviewing the Flying Curse, because Professor Flitwick said it was a compulsory part of the OWLs exam.He set out a bunch of spells for them to practice after class, and hinted that they would check them next class.

Professor McGonagall also repeated almost the same content in the class. She taught a very difficult new spell-the disappearing spell, and by the end of the class, only Hermione managed to make her turtle disappear, so for Gran Fendo won by five points.She was the only one who didn't have to do her homework. Everyone else had to practice the spell overnight, ready to try it on the turtles the next afternoon.

The heavy homework and increasingly difficult course content successfully prevented Harry from thinking about those troublesome things. They spent a noon time hurriedly finishing the dream diary of the divination class, practiced spells for a while, and went to During Care of Fantastic Beasts, Harry felt a dull pain in his temple again.

As if Merlin wanted to make him feel more uncomfortable, when they walked across the grass slope towards Hagrid's hut beside the Forbidden Forest, there was a burst of unfriendly harsh laughter from behind.Harry didn't look back, he didn't have to look back to know who those people were—

"Yeah, yeah, I was next to him at the time. I could have gotten the trophy, but, you know, Porter wants to be famous like crazy - anyway, he stole the Triwizard Cup and made up Nonsensical claims that I'm missing—" The triumphant and oily voice seemed to have pierced his ears with a sharp sword.

"My God, I didn't expect him to be this kind of person! He actually did this kind of thing for a trophy!"

"Oh, I used to think he was just crazy and stupid!"

"Malfoy, you are too kind. If it were me, I would tell the referees directly and let them teach Potter a lesson!"

"Well, I wanted to do that too, but Dumbledore's old fool is too used to Potter—" The voice appeared again, and it was deliberately loud, as if it was just for him to hear.

Harry clenched his fists, suppressing the anger in his heart.He took several deep breaths, but to no avail.He stopped and turned, facing the group of Slytherins.

The group of people also saw him, and they all stopped, with expressions on their faces.Harry looked straight at the man standing in the middle. He leaned his upper body slightly, folded his hands on his chest, and held his wand in his right hand. He raised his chin and stared at him with disdain.

"Malfoy," Harry said, narrowing his eyes deeply.

"What, Potter?" The other party raised an eyebrow, his eyes were extremely provocative.

"You'd better keep that fat mouth of yours shut," said Harry, "and don't let me hear you slander Dumbledore again."

"Oh, you are very protective of that old man?" He walked slowly towards him, and Harry stood still, "But it's no use, he's already out of the Wizengamot and the International Union of Wizards." You see, you'll lose your Order of Merlin soon, Potter. This is what's going to happen to you, are you happy?"

"That's much stronger than you, your father, and Voldemort standing behind you." Harry said coldly, Draco's expression was completely distorted, and at that moment they raised their wands at the same time. Pointing at each other so fast Ron and Hermione didn't even have time to stop:

"The front teeth competition is great!"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

Draco dodged Harry's spell, and the spell hit Goyle, who was standing aside, and his face immediately became red and swollen, and began to burst into pustules; while Draco's spell wiped Harry Leigh's shoulder hit Hermione, and her front teeth immediately began to grow wildly, soon exceeding the length of her jaw.Pansy pointed at her and laughed sarcastically.

"What are you doing?" Professor Graplan's angry voice sounded from behind, and she strode towards them. Harry and Ron hurriedly pushed Hermione in front of her, and Draco held down the cock not to be outdone. Er pushes forward.

"Teacher, he was the one who moved first!"

"It was he who provoked us—"

"That's enough, stop arguing! Slytherin and Gryffindor each deduct [-] points!" Professor Graplan interrupted them impatiently, "I'll take them to the school hospital first, and you stay where you are." Don't move!"

Professor Graplan took Goyle and Hermione away, and Harry and Ron glared at Draco and them, extremely annoyed.In order not to start another fierce fight, the two of them stood farther away from the Slytherins.

"Malfoy... next time I have a chance, I will definitely settle this account..." Ron pulled the grass roots from the ground vigorously, "He actually made up such a disgusting lie in order to discredit you!"

"And everyone will believe him," said Harry deadpan. "'Traveling a nasty Slytherin opponent to win the Triwizard Cup' is obviously a lot more acceptable than 'Voldemort is dead and back'. A very good move."

"How could this happen!" Ron panicked, "Harry, what can we do now, if everyone believes him, they will be even more disgusted with you!"

"Ignore him." At this moment, Harry calmed down, "The best way to deal with this kind of clown is to leave him alone, and he will stop if he finds it boring. If you argue with him, it will make people laugh. "

"What if he grabs you?" Ron frowned, still very worried.

"If he can't figure it out...then don't blame me for being unreasonable." Harry lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.

Professor Graplan came back soon, but Hermione and Goyle were not with her. Obviously, the two were still receiving treatment in the school hospital.Draco ran up to ask how Goyle was doing, and she just shook her head and went to class, bringing out a large basin with a bunch of twigs in it.

The magical animal she introduced today is the Bowtruckle, each of them looks like a wooden elf, each with brown, knobby legs and arms, and two twig-like fingers on each hand, And on each flat, bark-like funny face were two small round brown eyes that gleamed.

Harry listened carefully to each class, as if trying to imprint every word Professor Graplan said in his mind.Maybe it was because of Hermione's injury, maybe it was just a puff of breath in his heart, he and Ron carefully observed these magical little animals, and drew a complete sketch of the body structure of the Bowtruckle.

Harry resolved not to pay Draco any more attention, nor to look at him again.If this is the path he has chosen, then he has nothing to say.

However, the bad temper of some people is not something he can hide from if he wants to.

When get out of class was about to end, the two of Harry rarely finished the task ahead of schedule, so they started discussing Hagrid's disappearance.

"I asked Professor Graplan just now, but she didn't tell me at all." Harry looked distressed, and he pressed the center of his brow, extremely annoyed.

"I don't know what happened to Hagrid, and when will he come back..."

"That's right," Draco's clear, drawn-out voice came from the crowd in the distance, "my dad just spoke to the Minister two days ago, listen to that. The Ministry is really determined Strict measures will be taken to reverse the irregular teaching in this place. So, even if that big stupid guy does show up again, he will probably be kicked back immediately."

Harry clutched the sketch tightly, almost tearing it apart, Ron quickly grabbed his arm, preventing him from pounced on him: "Don't mess with Malfoy anymore, Harry...you just talked to him He got into a fight, he's a prefect now and can make your life very difficult."

"Even if he wasn't a prefect, he'd make my life hard." Harry rolled up the sketch of the Bowtruckle, got up and hurried off to Herbology class.