[HP] End of Death

Chapter 69 Failed Training

Slytherin table.

Draco propped his forehead with one hand, and spooned pumpkin soup with the other.He didn't sleep well last night, he had a long dream, and now he has a splitting headache and is groggy.

He dreamed that he failed in his mission and was locked up by Voldemort, and his father came to plead for him in person.His eyes passed through the iron bars of the prison cage, and he saw the normally proud and cunning man lower his head, kneel down slowly, and prostrate under the dark shadow, begging the devil for forgiveness.His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.

He heard his own cry of collapse, Voldemort's high-pitched and cold refusal, his father's screams of pain, sight, hearing, and touch were all crumpled and messed up.One after another, blood-like red light flashed in his field of vision, and his eyes were dyed red with the roar of "Cruciatus".Draco's cheek was wet, and when he touched it, it was all blood.

Then the scene changed, he took Harry's hand and ran hard in the long corridors of Hogwarts, the cold wind poured into the throats of the two of them, causing burning pain.Behind them were the Death Eaters who were chasing after them, and the magic beams continued to pass by them, smashing walls and windows, sending bricks and tiles flying everywhere, and smoke and dust flying everywhere.

They kept climbing stairs, jumping broken bridges, jumping from one place to another while grabbing ropes, they kept rising to the sky and descending to the bottom of the lake, but they still encountered a dead end and had nowhere to escape.He blocked the boy firmly behind him and blocked all the spells for him, but he was also severely injured and unable to recover.

Draco's body gradually became limp, and his vision blurred. The scene in front of him changed from the cruel and indifferent Death Eaters to the blue sky.He gradually closed his eyes.He felt as if a layer of water covered the top of his head, cold and gentle, as peaceful as a phoenix's dirge.

He realized someone was touching his cheek.

So he woke up.

Draco took a sip of the pumpkin soup, the soup was already cold, sober and cold in his mouth.He swallowed reluctantly, pushed the bowl aside, put his schoolbag on his back, got up and left the auditorium.

"Hey, Draco. Did you know, I heard that the Gryffindor team chose Weasley as goalkeeper! Are they blind?" He had just sat down in the herbal class classroom, Nott squeezed beside him and said excitedly.

"Oh, yeah, that's a big surprise," said Draco lazily, propping his cheek as he flipped through his Herbalism textbook, "If I ask you, they'll soon realize that trusting Weasley is The biggest mistake... There are too many children in his family, and of course it is impossible to have a decent broom..."

"You are so right, Draco. I heard that they have training this afternoon, how about going to spy on the military situation in advance?" Nott said flatteringly.

Draco narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Okay."

Harry and the others had no class this morning, so he and Ron dropped their three papers and went to practice on the court all morning--in Hermione's words, it was "irresponsible".

They rested for a while after eating Chinese food and went to the court to participate in the real training.This was Ron's first training session with the team, and Harry could tell he was nervous.

"How's it going, Ron?" George winked at him when the rest of the team was already there when they reached the field.

"Ready to show us off, little Prefect?" Fred said, tugging at his Quidditch robe, his shaggy head poking out of the collar.

"Shut up." Ron said sternly, putting on his team robe for the first time.

"Okay, everyone." Angelina came from the captain's office, and had already changed her clothes. "Let's start. Alicia, Fred, please help everyone move the ball box out. Oh, there are a few people outside Watch, I hope you just don't see it, okay?"

Her tone was deliberately casual, but Harry already guessed who the uninvited audience was.Sure enough, when they left the locker room and came to the sunny court, they heard a burst of screaming and laughing. Those were the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team and some motley followers.They gathered in the middle of the empty stands, their unscrupulous voices echoing around the stadium.

"Oh, what is that Weasley riding?" Draco leaned back in his chair, arms lazily at his sides, and sneered loudly, "How could anyone give such a musty How about reciting the flying spell on broken wood?"

No sooner had he said that than Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy laughed and screamed, and Draco lowered his eyes.He felt a little harsh.

Ron got on his broom and kicked off the ground.Harry followed him, and his ears, which were getting redder, could be seen from behind.

"Don't pay attention to them, don't pay attention to Malfoy..." He speeded up to catch up with Ron and kept pace with him as he spoke. "We'll know who's laughing when we're done with them..."

"That's the attitude I want, Harry," Angelina said approvingly.With a Quaffle under her arm, she flew around them, then slowed down and stopped in front of everyone, "Okay, everyone, let's pass a few balls to warm up..."

Draco sat up straight, frowning at the people on the field.Although he looked careless and listless, his gaze was fixed on that figure.After he taunted Ron, Harry chased after him. It must have been to comfort him, and maybe he had hurt himself... He bit his lower lip, stood up and shouted:

"Hey, Potter, how does your scar feel? You really don't need to lie down and rest? You must have been out of the hospital for a whole week, and this is a record-breaking one, isn't it?"

George passed the ball to Angelina, who passed it back to Harry.Harry didn't expect to pass it to himself, but he caught it with his fingertips and passed it to Ron quickly.Ron lunged for the ball and missed it by inches.

"Come on, Ron!" Angelina said angrily when she saw Ron swoop down to the ground to chase the Quaffle again, "Be careful!"

Another burst of laughter erupted from Draco and the rest of the Slytherin players, and Ron's face was as red as the Quaffle.

On the third pass, Ron finally caught the Quaffle firmly.Perhaps overexcited, he passed the ball to Katie with the wrong force, and the ball flew away from his palm and flew in the other direction, brushing Harry's cheek with a sharp sting.

"I'm sorry!" Ron murmured, swishing over to see if he was seriously injured.

Harry touched the injured part lightly with his fingertips, and gasped.The skin has been scratched, but fortunately there is no bleeding.He waved to the players surrounding him, saying he was fine.

The boy in the stands stood still after Harry was injured, staring at him without saying a word.When the Gryffindor team resumed training, he strode out, and Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy spotted him and asked him where he was going.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Draco said without looking back.

Harry was circling in the sky on his broom, the warm wind caressing his cheeks, neck, arms and legs like a gentle caress.The surroundings became quiet, and the laughter of the Slytherins faded away.Angelina had already asked Fred to release the Snitch and the Bludgers. He squinted his eyes and searched for the small golden figure with flapping wings in the air, but inadvertently saw a person near the entrance of the stadium. A figure standing against a wall.Harry glanced quickly at the auditorium, there was one missing.

Suddenly, the whistle blew, and Harry stopped.He had more time to look at that figure.

"Stop-stop-stop!" Angelina screamed, "Ron - you didn't hold the middle!"

Harry turned his head to look at Ron, who was hovering in front of the circle on the left, and the other two circles were completely unguarded.

"Oh... sorry..."

"You have to keep moving around while staring at the pursuer!" Angelina said, "Either hold the center and move over when you have to defend a certain circle, or go around three circles Hovering, don't move to the side inexplicably, that's how the three balls leaked in just now!"

"I'm sorry..." Ron repeated, his face as red and glowing as a beacon tower.

The practice was abysmal, with Ron barely catching a few balls and the Slytherins chanting "Gryffindor lost!" was unnerving.In the end Harry finally caught the Snitch and ended it all.

They went back dejectedly to the dressing room, where the Slytherins were still singing loudly.

"Harry, what do you think? You're blushing—"

"Ah, that's because it's hot—"

"No, I mean the part that was scratched just now!" Angelina interrupted him, and Harry frowned and touched it again, and it really hurt even more.

"It's just a bruise, it's okay." He comforted, ignoring Angelina's worries, and walked out with Ron.

When the two returned to the lounge, Hermione looked up at them coldly, and was about to say something, but pointed at Harry and asked, "Harry, what's wrong with your face?"

"Injured in training, it's nothing serious." Harry felt that they didn't need to make such a fuss at all, he had suffered much worse injuries in training before, and it didn't matter.But Hermione didn't think so.

"No, Harry, you'll have to put some ointment on, or you might get an infection—"

"It's really unnecessary—" He got a little impatient, and reached into his pocket, but touched something cold and slippery. When he took it out, it was a green ointment.

Hermione quickly took the ointment from his hand, stared at the introduction for a while, and beamed with joy: "Ah, this is it, it still looks high-end! Harry, come here, I'll put it on for you... ..."

Harry wondered why he happened to have an extra ointment in his pocket.He thought of the figure he had seen while flying.

No, it couldn't be...it couldn't be him.He subconsciously denied it, but another voice said, who else would it be?

Harry ran his hair down his forehead and sighed.Draco, what are you thinking?

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