[HP] End of Death

Draco felt that this semester was extremely long.Even though it's only October, he feels like a century has passed.

And this weekend, he rejected Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy's invitation to Hogsmeade, and used the Disillusionment Charm to slowly sneak up to the gate of Gryffindor Tower, continuing his stalking.He didn't know if that person had left, if he had already left, he would go back to the dormitory to sleep.

After a while, some noisy Gryffindor students poured out of the tower one after another, laughing and walking towards the entrance of Hogsmeade.

Draco stood by the wall for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.He couldn't be seen in the glass lamp above his head. Such a scene was indeed a little frightening. After watching for a while, he lowered his head to look at the marble floor.

"Oh, hurry up, Ron! We can't be late!" Hermione yelled from the door, and Draco jerked his head up.The three familiar people came out from around the corner, and Ron was hurrying to catch up with Harry and Hermione who were walking ahead.

"By the way, where are we going...?"

"I've discussed it with them...the Pig's Head, there are fewer people there, unlike the Three Broomsticks..." Hermione lowered her voice.The footsteps gradually faded away, Draco straightened his waist, and followed behind them.

There was a queue in front of Filch, as he had to check their names against the long list of parents who had been allowed into Hogsmeade.Draco found a gap and dodged through the tall stone pillar with the winged boar, and when Harry and the others entered, he followed them only three steps away.

They walked along the main road, then turned into a small road next to it, and there was a small bar at the intersection.A tattered wooden signboard hangs from rusted brackets over the door, and above it hangs the severed head of a wild boar, blood seeping through the white cloth that wraps it.

Harry and the others looked at each other, looking at the signboard shaken by the wind, hesitating.Draco took the moment to get behind them, he had to go in with them.

"Come in?" Harry said.They pushed open the door.

Draco hardly ever came to the Hog's Head.This bar is different from the Three Broomsticks, it is not on the boulevard, it is remote and small, the light is very dim, and it smells like sheep.The bay windows were so thick with dust that little light could penetrate.A small stub of candle was burning on the table.There are always some strange people sitting in the pig's head bar, like witches wrapped in bandages and wizards in hoods.

Naturally, Draco would not condescend himself to come to such a dirty, low-grade place, this time was an exception.He carefully sat down at a table next to Harry and listened to their conversation in silence.

"...About two or three people... Two or three people who are more interested will come. I told them it's here, about this time." Hermione's voice came to his ears, and Draco was thinking Seeing what they were going to do, the door of the bar was suddenly knocked open, a thick, dusty sunlight split the bar in two, and a group of people poured in.

First came Neville, Dean and Lavender, followed by Parvati and Padma, and Luna who seemed to wander in by accident, followed by Katie, Aliya and Angie Lina, the brothers Clynn and Dennis, Ernie, Justin, Hannah, a Hufflepuff girl she didn't know, and three Ravenclaw boys - Anthony, Michael, Terry, and Kim Annie, followed by a tall, thin Hufflepuff boy, and last of all came Fred, George, and Lee, all carrying large paper bags containing things from Zuko's Joke Shop in their arms.

Draco found himself meeting so many non-Slytherin classmates.He saw them start to move chairs from side to side, so he got up quickly from his seat, walked over and stood behind Harry.Fred and George brought two dozen bottles of Butterbeer from the bar and put them on the table.

Seeing that they were all seated, Hermione cleared her throat and started talking, "Uh-hmm, hello everyone, you all know-why you're here, well, Harry came up with an idea-" Ha Leigh turned to stare at her, and Draco could clearly see his messy hair dangling, "Well, I came up with an idea..."

Draco gradually understood what she meant, and they actually planned to form a Defense Against the Dark Arts study group by themselves behind Umbridge's back, and let Harry be the teacher.

After thinking about it carefully, he understood Hermione's intentions. Indeed, no one is more suitable than Harry. He has been fighting against black magic since he was born, against the most powerful dark wizard in a century, and escaped death time and time again. , he is certainly qualified to be a leader.

But what followed was a deep jealousy that made his heart ache.He looked at the group of people in front of him, some of them looked suspicious, some of them were noncommittal, if he could, he really wanted to drive out those who were reluctant, and sit here by himself.

They didn't understand how much he envied these classmates who had the opportunity to receive Harry's guidance, but he still didn't cherish this precious opportunity.God knows how much he longs to stand beside him and have a good talk with him, instead of quarreling with him as soon as they meet.

He's going to lead this group of people to secretly resist her under Umbridge's nose. How exciting, Draco thought, but I can't be one of them, and I have to help Umbridge suppress them.Just thinking about it made him so miserable that he couldn't breathe.

"...I want to know, what happened that day." The yellow-haired Hufflepuff player raised his hand, his voice was a little harsh.Draco recognized him as Zacharias Smith.

"If you want to know how Voldemort came back to life, then I can't help you." Harry said angrily, and he gave Hermione an angry look, as if complaining that it was her idea to let them treat him as a Watching like a monkey in a zoo.

"No, what I want to know is another thing. It is the thing that is widely circulated among the grades that you snatched Malfoy's Triwizard Cup." Zacharias said loudly, and looked at the looked at Harry, waiting for his answer.

The blood in Draco's body froze instantly.He found that he had to use all his strength to keep his hands from strangling the nasty creature.But what position does he have to do this?He is the one who spread such rumors. If there must be one person who must die, it should be himself.

There was silence all around, and everyone's eyes were on Harry.Draco lowered his eyes, looking up at the top of his head.It was undeniable that he also wondered how he would respond.

Suddenly, Draco noticed that the lock of hair he was staring at rose up, and he took a quick step back - Harry stood up and looked around at the dozen or so people sitting at the table.

After pondering for a while, Harry said clearly, "If you want to know, then I'll tell you. But I'll only tell you once, and those who don't believe it can just go out after I finish." He paused, the voice With a kind of force in it, people can't help but listen to his words, "I didn't snatch Malfoy's Triwizard Cup. This Triwizard Cup belongs to him, and it also belongs to me, because we got it together As for why he would spread such rumors," Harry paused again, Draco's heart almost hung in his throat, he felt that his rapid heartbeat would make the other party discover his existence, "Of course it is Because he's Malfoy."

Draco's breathing stopped suddenly, and his nails dug into his palm instantly.

Harry sat down again.He looked at them, all sitting still in their positions, no one got up to leave, not even Zacharias, although he looked dubious.

"Okay, since you don't leave—" Hermione said, looking at them, "it means that you all believe Harry's words, and I hope that you won't hear any questioning remarks from your mouths in the future—of course, Now you still have a chance to get out of here."

Still no one stood up, and no one spoke.