[HP] End of Death

Draco thanked him and quickly left the gathering place.He walked quickly in the woods, his whole body was hot, his heart was beating fast, and his brain was rumbling.

What's going on in all this?Why did the Dark Mark appear? My father never told him about it before... If it wasn't made by my father, then who is it? Is it that person?Or the person who knocked him out later... No, there must be something wrong, something is different from before!It wasn't like this...it wasn't like this...he stopped in his tracks, his chest heaved, and dark waves surged in his gray pupils.Who is it?Who's... by the way, speaking of which, where's Potter?Isn't he with himself?

Draco felt a chill down his back, he knew where the breach was, the one who took Potter away, he must be the one who caused all this chaos!Draco started running, remembering where Weasley's tent was...

When he stumbled and ran to the destination, he found that Weasley's tent was empty, and they were obviously out to watch the excitement or look for Harry. He walked in and took a look, but he didn't care about the simple decoration inside, and he was sure. When no one was in the tent, he left.

Potter hasn't come back yet, that is to say... he was taken away by that person?Why did he take him?Draco didn't want to admit that he had a little worry in his heart, it was ridiculous, he certainly hoped that Potter would be as miserable as possible... But he had to figure out the purpose of that person, who he was...

Draco turned back the same way and hurried into the forest.The anxiety in his heart became more and more intense, and he tried his best to look around among the lush branches and leaves, trying to find the traces of the two people.He believed that the man hadn't gone far, that the place was sealed off by the Ministry of Magic, that no one could escape... Maybe, but maybe he had Apparated, or taken Potter into his tent?Or maybe he's already murdered...

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but he didn't stop.Draco walked deeper and deeper, and gradually he couldn't see the road in front of him clearly only by the moonlight. He pulled out his wand, whispered "Luminescence", and continued walking along the tree trunk.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Draco felt that his legs were going to be numb from the cold, and he might have lost his way—he finally saw two people standing in the shadow of the tree, one of them had messy hair, It looks like a chicken coop.

So the present scene appeared.

Harry looked at the dusty boy, he seemed to have been running in the woods for a long time, his clothes were scratched several times, his hair and cheeks were covered with sweat, and his face was covered with silver.Is he looking for himself...?Harry quickly dismissed the idea, Draco had no reason to do it, there must be another reason for it.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" he asked warily.

When Draco heard this, his expression became even uglier. He wanted to shake this stupid Potter awake and tell him that the people around him are the most dangerous!But obviously he didn't believe it.

"Harry, don't forget my words." The man spoke, and Harry was instantly enlightened, and his eyes on Draco became even more unfriendly.Draco didn't know what the man said to him, it was definitely not a good thing anyway, and he didn't bother to explain, strode over and pulled Harry's arm and walked out.

Harry was taken aback, and was about to break free subconsciously, Draco turned around and yelled at him, "Don't move around", Harry was also annoyed: "What the hell are you going to do—"

The two glared at each other angrily, Draco suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a contemptuous and warning tone: "Potter, believe it or not, even if your stupid head is sold Still counting money for other people—"

"What do you mean?" Harry's anger didn't ease at all, but he realized that Draco's words meant something, so he resisted the urge to get angry at him.

Draco gave Mr. Fickett a cold look, pulled Harry behind him, his thin lips moved slightly: "Sir, may I ask why you are here?"

"Malfoy, he saved me—"

"Shut up, Potter!" he had just finished, when the boy behind him kicked him in the leg, causing him to almost fall over.

Mr. Fickett watched the interaction between the two of them, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "As Harry said, I saved him."

"Really?" Draco drew his tone exaggeratedly, he obviously didn't believe it, "Then why did you knock me out then, sir? Isn't it very strange?"

"Knock you out? No, I didn't. I only saw Harry when I passed by, not you, Malfoy. If you were with Harry at the time, I couldn't have missed it. Then Can you explain why you're not with Harry?" Mr Fickett's tone was gentle, but his words made Draco tremble with rage, his heart screaming that this man was lying, lying!He confused Potter, and even poured black water on himself, which is really shameless and hateful!

He looked back at Harry, who was looking at him suspiciously, trying to break free of his restraints.Draco groaned and gripped a little tighter.

"You're lying, sir. I've been by Potter's side all this time, and you knocked me out on purpose because you dared not let me stay with him, and you plotted against him!" Mr. Fickett looked at each other.Yes, that's it, it must be... Only Potter would be foolish enough to trust a stranger, and he wouldn't be deceived by his hypocritical face.

"Malfoy, Mr. Fickett wouldn't lie to me. He's my...father's friend, and he wouldn't do that." Harry spoke, and Draco turned his head and stared at him fiercely. Why does this man always Take him down at a critical moment!

"Stop talking to him, Harry, he won't believe it." Mr. Fickett walked up, and Draco reflexively pulled Harry away from him.The man glanced at his alert, angry face and shrugged.

"I'll take you back. It's getting late. If you don't go back, your parents will be in a hurry."

Draco had been explaining to Harry all the way that he was really innocent and that he had done absolutely nothing to apologize to him.

"I was still there when I woke up. You can ask those Ministry of Magic staff, they can all testify for me! You can ask, there are people there!"

But Harry was not in the mood to listen to his defense. He just nodded indifferently and asked, "Then you mean that Mr. Fickett is lying?"

"Potter, you've been smart for a while—"

"I won't believe it, Malfoy, your purpose is too obvious." Harry interrupted him directly.

Draco opened his mouth, his face was shocked, and his cheeks were flushed: "Potter, I really can't understand why you just don't believe the evidence?!" What did that Mr. Fickett pour him into?

"Okay, maybe the mister read it wrong, there is no need to continue discussing this topic." Harry said a little tiredly, he shook off Draco's hand, frowned and rubbed the place where he scratched sorely .Malfoy and Mr. Fickett, one is his long-standing enemy, the other is the friend of the godfather, it is clear at a glance who is more credible, and the latter did not do anything bad to him, but gave him a lot of useful reminders ... Like don't trust Malfoy.

Of course he wouldn't believe him.His slander against Mr. Fickett looked to him like a poor cover-up, and he would not believe a word of it.

Draco also understood his attitude from Harry's eyes, he just felt angry and wronged, no, in fact, he didn't care who Potter believed and whether he would be deceived, he just felt very worthless for himself, Kindness is regarded as the liver and lungs of a donkey.

He shouldn't have done it in the first place, Draco thought, they've never been at odds, and that won't change.