[HP] End of Death

Harry turned around again, his wand raised, staring at the group of enemies close at hand, making up his mind to cast the Iron Armor Charm as soon as anyone broke through the wall and entered him.

The crackling sound continued, and almost every part of the wall made by the Iron Armor Curse had spider web-like cracks, and it was crumbling.To be honest, he was very surprised that this spell could last till now.

Just as Harry's palms were sweating and he was about to blurt out the spell, a very penetrating voice suddenly sounded, like a flash of lightning flashing across the sky, instantly calming everyone down.

"What are you doing here?"

The crowd was quiet for a moment, and a few of the boys subconsciously reported the name of the person who came: "... Blaise Zabini?"

Others also reacted. The freckled boy curled his lips impatiently and said loudly, "Don't get in the way, Zabini, we are teaching Gryffindor Potter a lesson!"

"That's right, but I don't care who you are teaching, anyway, I'm going out now." Blaise said coldly, he was about to step forward, the boy hurriedly pulled him back, his face changed a little:

"Sabini, don't you give me face?" There was a hint of threat in the voice.

"I don't remember what qualifications you have to speak like that in front of me, Bulstrode." Blaise's voice became even more disdainful, and he seemed to pull back his hand vigorously, rubbing his arm, "Face is such a thing You have to fight for it yourself, and I won’t give it to you.”

Bulstrode was about to get angry, but when he saw the tall and thin boy in front of him suddenly threw his wand from his cuff and pointed it at his neck, the sharp touch made him instantly stiffen, not daring to move an inch.He stared at Blaise, who looked down at him, prodded him in the neck with his wand, retracted it, turned and continued striding forward.

Seeing that his plan was about to be defeated by one person, Bulstrode was extremely angry.He would never have imagined that Blaise would intervene at such a moment, and still flirt with him in public, which almost made him lose his mind.

"Incisor match—"

"Expelliarmus!" Blaise yelled sharply, turning suddenly, and Bulstrode's wand was instantly released from his hand and bounced into the air.Blaise put away his wand neatly, walked to the stone wall and said "Dragon Scum", and the wall shook and moved away.

He didn't even look at Harry from the beginning to the end, and swaggered out under the stunned gaze of the Slytherin boys behind him.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly followed him out of the lounge.

After a few seconds, the boys suddenly exploded.

"Bulstrode, is that all?"

"What's going on, how could Zabini help Potter?"

"This time he lost face..."

With a livid face, Bulstrode picked up the wand from the ground, wiped the body of the wand vigorously, and stuffed it back into his pocket with a distorted expression.

"What should we do, Bulstrode? Zabini..." A boy approached him and asked tentatively.

Bulstrode glared at him viciously, took a sip, and said in a rough voice: "Sabini doesn't think about the consequences when he does things, he will feel better when the time comes...Hmph, who doesn't know who hates Potter the most in the grade group?" Is it Malfoy? I don't think Malfoy will spare him when he finds out about this..."

However, this is probably going to make Bulstrode regret it.When he excitedly approached Draco to make a small report and claim credit by the way, what he got was an extremely cold response from the other party.

"Are you taking people to encircle Potter?" The boy played with the hawthorn wand in his hand, his slender fingers twitching the smooth body.

"Yeah, but it was disturbed by that Zabini guy—" Before he finished speaking, Draco's eyes flashed fiercely, and he swept him to the ground with his legs. Before he could react, a wand had already pressed against his forehead.

Bulstrode couldn't believe what was happening, he sat on the ground for a few seconds before realizing that he was indeed being bullied by Draco, and he had no idea what was wrong with him.

His lips moved, and he was about to ask, when the boy's sharp voice hit his head and face, and his words were extremely mean: "Stupid, ugly, humble thing, what right do you have to touch Potter? I really want to chop you off The hand of the wand! Oh, you probably think you are very smart, showing off to me with this? Let me tell you, you are not even worthy to carry his shoes! Potter is only me who can bully him, he is mine, you Do you understand me?"

Draco said so much in one breath, slightly out of breath, and a blush appeared on his pale face.Bulstrode was completely taken aback, looking straight at him with his mouth open.

Draco pursed his lower lip and said calmly, "Forget nothing."

A gleam of light flashed on the tip of the staff pointing at his forehead, and the boy's eyes instantly became dazed.

Draco lowered his wand, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and sank into the sofa behind him, covering his eyes with his hands.

The door creaked open and Blaise came out of the bathroom.He glanced at Draco, then at Bulstrode, who was paralyzed on the ground, shook his head, walked a few steps and dragged him out of the door by his collar.

After closing the door, Blaise walked to the chair in front of Draco and sat down, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, with a haughty look on his face: "You said you would give me an explanation, Draco .”

Draco's shoulders moved, and he lowered his blindfolded hands. His eyes were still a little red, but there was nothing unusual on his expression, "Of course, Blaise." He sat up straight, "If I say this Is it an order from the Dark Lord?"

"Oh, I don't think the Dark Lord will order you to protect Potter." Blaise showed a mocking smile, and he obviously didn't believe it.

"The Dark Lord has assigned me a mission, Blaise." Draco said hoarsely, "A mission that only I can complete. I have to keep Potter safe temporarily in order to achieve a greater goal."

Bryce was silent for a while, then smiled, "Well, think what I just said was for nothing. I was joking with you, didn't you hear it?" He pressed his thick lower lip, which made him Seemingly becoming indecisive, but in reality it was clearly the opposite, "You're getting worse at telling lies, Draco. The Dark Lord will use a pre-teen student on a mission?"

Draco's frown deepened, and he knew that Blaise was not so easy to deceive, but he really didn't have anyone better to rescue Harry.Crabbe and Goyle are stupid and stupid, they can't compete with Nott and Bulstrode, and Pansy is too conspicuous.

"What's impossible? If the Dark Lord needs someone to assassinate Potter, then I'm the best choice." He said calmly.

"Well, in this case—" Blaise touched his nose, "show me your Dark Mark."

Draco was stunned for a moment, and became a little embarrassed, but his face paled a lot: "The Dark Lord said that he can only give me a seal after I successfully complete the task."

"Oh, what a pity, I can't trust you then." He shrugged.

Draco's expression remained unchanged, but his hand moved to the wand in his pocket in an instant.Blaise noticed his small movements, and he narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to Obliviate me. Draco. It won't work."

"Why don't you believe it, Blaise?" Draco also shrugged and pulled a smirk, "Anyway, what should have happened has happened, and there is no way to remedy it."

Blaise stared at him for a moment, then said coldly, "I don't see your loyalty to the Dark Lord, Draco."

"Don't bother, the Dark Lord can judge that better than you," Draco shot back.