[HP] End of Death

Originally, the rest of this weekend could be spent happily, and Harry and the others had one and a half days to make up for their homework that they owed-although it was not happy, but at least they would not see those annoying people, and when they thought of them Umbridge was doing things against her that she didn't know, and Harry felt a kind of excitement and excitement.He was also encouraged that the group at the Hog's Head didn't treat him as a monster, but genuinely admired him.

But at the end, in the bathroom of the Pig's Head, Draco's desperate kiss and his unintelligible words lingered in his mind.The obsession and entanglement in his gray-blue eyes are like thin threads, connecting from one end to the other, tightly entwining his heart.It wasn't intense pain, but long-term torment in bursts and traces, which flashed at the moment of countless second hands, like a huge white light flashing over a mountain during a thunderstorm, which was caught off guard and unforgettable.

Harry couldn't help thinking of a lot, a lot of details that he hadn't noticed, that he had deliberately ignored.He thought of the blood-stained scarf, the tube of ointment that appeared out of thin air, and the countless sights that looked far away, extending to the origin that could not be staggered.

The weekend passed quickly, and it was Monday morning again.Harry and Ron walked down the stairs together, discussing Angelina's newfound interest--practicing the sloth-hugging tree-rolling trick for that night's Quidditch match.When they reached the middle of the well-lit common room, they saw a large notice kicked up on the bulletin board, where a crowd had gathered.

"'Order of the Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor: All student organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby disbanded... may request reorganization from the Senior Inquisitor, Professor Umbridge, without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor, no student organization, Societies, teams and clubs. If found out... expelled immediately'. My God." Ron read it aloud, and Harry's heart sank.He read the notice again, and what little joy he had left disappeared.

"It's no coincidence, she already knew." Harry said softly.He should have thought of that, Draco must have told Umbridge, he would have done it.

"Impossible," Ron said immediately.

Harry opened his mouth, he didn't know how to explain that Draco followed them all the way.No one knew about the entanglement between him and Draco, it was like an extremely beautiful dream.Now that he woke up from the dream, he could only clean up the mess by himself.

"Does Hermione know about this?"

"Oh, I don't think she's down yet..."

They were discussing it when Hermione slid lightly down the stairs in front of them and asked, "What's going on?"

"Hermione, look at the new notice on the bulletin board!" They pulled her to the bulletin board.

"Could it be the people who participated in the report?"

"No, it's impossible." Hermione denied in a low voice without thinking.

"You're so naive," said Ron, "that you think it's because you're upright—"

"Impossible, because I put a spell on the parchment we signed," said Hermione seriously. "Believe me, if someone went to snitch on Umbridge, we'd know, and they'd really regrettable."

"What will happen to them?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Let's just say it would make Eloise Midgen's pimples look like some lovely freckles," said Hermione. "Come on, let's go to breakfast and see what other people think..."

However, when they sat at the dinner table, they discovered that things were far more serious than imagined.

Angelina walked towards them anxiously, and said anxiously, "Harry, Ron! Did you find out that she included the Quidditch team? We have to ask to reorganize the Gryffindor ball." Team!"

"what?"

"Impossible!" Ron exclaimed in shock.

"You read the notice, it mentioned the team! Listen, Harry... I say it for the last time... Please, please stop throwing a tantrum at Umbridge, or she may never let us play again! "Angelina looked like she was about to cry, and Harry quickly promised her: "Okay, okay, I will pay attention..."

Everything is heading towards collapse.This was confirmed even more accurately when Harry discovered that Hedwig, who had come to him, was injured.

But luckily even in the dark there is still light.Though the night is dark, it brings no death.

"Hogwarts internal and external communication channels have been monitored." They sat in the lounge, doing their homework around the warm fireplace, Harry said in a low voice.

"Who sent that letter?" Hermione asked.

"Sirius, he said let's meet in the same place, at the same time."

They all knew what the so-called old place and old time meant, and they had met Sirius before, in the fireplace in the lounge, and that time he offered to chat with them in Hogsmeade, but Harry and the others sternly rejected it.Thinking about it now, it was indeed a wise decision - if Draco still followed him with the Disillusionment Charm.

"Perhaps Umbridge didn't notice anything from the letter...it's still sealed, isn't it?" Harry reassured.

"I don't know... It's not difficult to reseal the letter with magic. The school's Floo network is probably under surveillance, but I don't know how to remind him not to come!" Hermione threw her schoolbag over her shoulder , she was extremely irritable.

All three of them were grim-faced and silent as they descended the stairs.When they were about to reach the door of the Potions classroom, they heard a dragging voice saying loudly in the distance: "That's right, Umbridge asked the Slytherin Quidditch team to continue activities. Asked her. Hey, it seems automatic, let me tell you, my dad knows her very well, my dad is in and out of the Ministry of Magic... But whether the Gryffindor team can continue to play depends on Some have seen it, haven't they?"

"Don't get angry, he just wants to provoke you..." Hermione persuaded quickly, because Harry and Ron were both livid.

Draco turned his head, looking maliciously at them with those pale gray eyes, and continued to sneer, "I mean, as far as the impact on the Ministry of Magic, I don't think they stand a chance...according to my dad, The Ministry has been looking for reasons to get rid of Arthur Weasley all these years... As for Potter..." He paused here, glanced lightly at Harry, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, "I think St. Mungo's is more suitable for him. There's a special ward there for people with mental problems..."

As he spoke, he laughed, Goyle and Crabbe next to him giggled as usual, and Pansy jumped excitedly.

Suddenly, Harry felt someone bump into him suddenly, and a figure rushed towards Draco. He immediately realized that it was Neville, and grabbed the back of his robe with a stride: "Neville, don't!"

Neville struggled frantically, Harry put an arm around his neck, trying to drag him away from the Slytherin group, while Goyle and Crabbe rolled up their sleeves to protect Draco, ready to Beat him flat.

"Help me!" Harry called to Ron, who rushed forward and grabbed Neville's flailing arms.

But Draco pushed away Goyle and Crabbe, walked slowly in front of Neville, looked down at him with his hands behind his back, and said softly, "Are you angry?"

"Malfoy!"

"It's a pity that it's useless. No matter how angry you are, you're just a weak and poor wretch. Even if you beat me up today, what's the point?" He continued to speak slowly in that cold and indifferent tone, That arrogant gesture seemed to irritate Neville to the extreme.

"Calm down, Neville...Calm down..." Harry felt that he couldn't hold back the furious boy more and more. He knew what was going on. Mungo was hospitalized.

"Your parents can't blame me for staying in St. Mungo's, but they are stupid and on the wrong side." Draco's voice was getting lower and lower, only Harry and Neville could hear it.Harry let go of his hand for some reason, and Neville rushed towards Draco, but Ron pulled him back and tripped him.And taking advantage of this opportunity, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed at him: "All petrified!"

Neville's body froze instantly, his eyes went straight, and he fell forward to the ground.

"Neville!"

The boy took a step back and watched them help him up with cold eyes.He still raised his head proudly, folded his hands, and said in a quiet but audible volume: "This almost caused casualties, didn't it? Potter, you didn't hold him. I think , I have to punish you, let you have a longer memory... Since your team can't play, then you can do something for us... How about cleaning the Quidditch pitch once? I think everyone is very happy. happy to."

"Malfoy, you bastard." Harry looked up, the anger and disappointment in his eyes almost burned him to ashes.

Oh, so again.One time, one time, one time after another, hope was wiped out, expectations were smeared into silly jokes.

Again and again, never ending.