[HP] End of Death

Today was the last time in detention, and Harry hoped it would be his last in this place too.

After the confinement ended yesterday, he couldn't hide his bleeding hand, and had to tell the true content of Umbridge's punishment under Ron's pressure.For some reason, he didn't mention Draco's presence.

After cursing the pervert, Ron also told him that he was training alone recently and was going to participate in the selection of the goalkeeper of the Gryffindor team.

"Well, you know, my mother bought me a decent broom, so I thought maybe I'd give it a try... when I played Quidditch with Fred and George and they used to let I'm a keeper," he said sheepishly, as if afraid Harry would laugh at him.

"You're running for goalkeeper? That'd be great!" Harry replied without thinking, blinking.Ron was visibly relieved.

Harry sat at the table, continuing to write that sentence on the paper.I can't lie.I can't lie.He listened carefully to the voices coming from outside the office building, trying to distinguish the noise from the stadium.

They should have started drafting, he thought.Not sure how Ron is doing.

On the other side, Snape's office.

Draco was standing in front of the tall medicine cabinet, rewriting the nameplates on every little drawer for Snape.He never knew that there are so many kinds of potion ingredients, and the names are getting weirder and weirder.

He carefully wrote the names of medicinal materials in cursive script on the new brand Snape had prepared—fortunately, he was taught by Lucius to practice calligraphy since he was a child, and I don't know if Snape let him do this because of this. Kind of hard work.

"Remember not to make mistakes." Snape urged while correcting the moonstone paper they submitted.

Draco didn't answer.In fact, he is in a trance now, and he doesn't have any thoughts on writing the name of the medicine, it's just that his body is working mechanically.

He didn't know if he would have time to go to Umbridge's office and wait today. The task of copying seemed to be far away.Draco knew very well that in fact, he didn't need to do this at all. Even if he stood there for a day and a night, Harry would not have the slightest sympathy for him, and would only think that he was here to find fault—and judging from his recent actions Look it does.

But he didn't do it to make Harry appreciate him.He also wanted to know why.

"professor."

Snape, who was correcting the thesis, paused his pen, raised his head, and motioned for him to speak.

Draco leaned forward slightly, fingers crossed together: "I want to ask a question, Professor. I heard from my father that you are now a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and that Dumbledore trusts you very much... how do you To, uh, what made him trust you so much?"

The eyes on Snape's hooked nose narrowed, and he pursed his lower lip, as if he thought the question was weird: "Draco, did I hear you right... you want to be a double agent?"

"That's not what I meant, Professor." Draco quickly defended, "But the Dark Lord doesn't trust me very much now, and I'm afraid he'll do something to my family, so I thought... um, know some ways to win people's trust .”

"The best way to win people's trust is to do his job perfectly. If he didn't mean to punish your family in this way, as long as you don't be stupid and do something irreparable, I think he You don't hurt innocent people at will." Snape said calmly, "If there are no other questions, go ahead, Draco."

"Yes, Professor." Draco had to lower his head and continue working.

What Snape meant was to let him complete the task seriously, but would it really be all right?As long as the task is completed, will the Dark Lord let him go?But judging from his past intentions, he clearly wanted to cut off his thoughts about Harry...

Draco was struggling while writing on the nameplate of the medicine, two hours passed before he knew it, and he finally replaced all the drawers with new nameplates of medicine.His right hand was so sore that he could barely move it, and Snape waved him back.Draco said weakly "Goodbye, Professor" and closed the door.

He hadn't gone far when he heard an excited discussion in the stairwell to the right, and Draco glanced there and saw what appeared to be the Gryffindor Quidditch team, returning from their tryouts.

He saw Ron Weasley among them, and the latter obviously saw him, and a deep hostility immediately appeared on his face.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

Draco looked at him coldly, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Stop confinement. What, are you happy?"

"You? In confinement?" Ron was taken aback, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, but he also knew that there was nothing to lie about such things, so he gloated, "It turns out that you are also in confinement for a day, I am really happy!"

Draco ignored him and turned to leave.His voice floated from afar, a little unreal: "Really, then you can also tell Potter."

Ron frowned and looked at his back.He felt that something was wrong with Draco today.

"Ron, you said Malfoy was locked up?" In the Gryffindor lounge, Harry was sitting in an armchair writing a paper.His progress was very slow, because the wound on the back of his right hand hadn't healed, and the blood was constantly oozing out, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Yeah, I ran into him on my way back... by the way, Harry, I've been picked! I'm the goalkeeper now!"

"Ah, great." Harry looked up and grinned at him, wondering why Draco was in detention.

And why would he tell Ron about it?Is this some code?Harry felt a slight headache and simply stopped thinking about it.He tried his best to ignore his inner worries.

In any case, he has nothing to do with himself now.

Early the next morning, while they were having breakfast in the auditorium, a flock of owls delivered the morning letters to the students.A long-eared owl was flying towards Hermione with a copy of the Daily Prophet in its mouth, and landed by the soup bowl, one leg outstretched, seemingly in danger.Hermione slipped a copper Knut into its leather purse and took the paper, which Ron and Harry leaned over to read.

"Is there any important news?" Ron asked.

"Wait, Ron... oh, no, Sirius!" Hermione suddenly screamed, and immediately covered her mouth again.

"What's the matter?" Harry said, grabbing the newspaper, which was torn in half with too much force, he and Hermione each holding one half.

"The Ministry of Magic has learned from reliable sources that Sirius Black, the notorious murderer... wait, wait... is currently hiding in London!" Hermione read her half of the newspaper worriedly.

"I bet it was Lucius who told them that he saw Sirius on the train platform that day." Harry lowered his voice and said angrily.

"What?" Ron looked terrified, "Don't you mean—"

"Shh!" Harry and Hermione stopped at the same time.

"Hey, he can't leave the house again now," whispered Hermione. "Dumbledore did warn him not to go out."

Flipping through his half of the paper, Harry noticed another nondescript little report in one corner about Sturgis Podmore, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, who died for trying to Arrested for breaking through a Class 31 security door at the Ministry of Magic.

"August 31st was the day we were sent to school. He was supposed to come, but he didn't. So he shouldn't have been arrested because he was working for the Order of the Phoenix," Harry said.

"Maybe it's a false accusation!" Ron yelled excitedly, "Listen, maybe he didn't break through a door at all, it's just--it's just that the Ministry of Magic knew he was related to the Order of the Phoenix, so they deliberately found him a crime. to catch him!"

Hermione looked thoughtful: "Oh, if that's the case, then I'm not surprised at all."