[HP] End of Death

Mr. Fickett led them out of the woods, and as soon as they were out of the woods Draco said goodbye to them and went back alone.Harry was sent to the Weasley tent by him, and Mr. Fickett left after making sure he was safe.

As soon as Harry entered the tent, he was surrounded by a group of people. Ron and Hermione threw themselves on him and asked him where he had been. There seemed to be signs of crying on their faces, and Mr. Weasley looked relieved at last. He looked exhausted in one breath.

"Harry, you mean, you met Draco Malfoy?" Ron was taken aback, then lowered his voice, "What did he say? Did he mention—"

"He didn't say anything. I thought he stole my wand, but no... well, I have my wand back." Harry took his holly wand from his pocket, Grinning.

"Oh, that's wonderful Harry! Where did you find it?"

"My friends from Sirius helped me find it..." Harry explained to them about his scar pain during the summer vacation, which really aroused the concern of the two friends. En stammered words of comfort:

"But, but he wasn't there . . . I mean, he was at Hogwarts the last time your scar hurt, wasn't he?"

"Yeah..." Harry had to admit.

"It's just a dream, Harry," Hermione advised.

"I hope it's just a dream too, but the Death Eaters will show up in three days, and the Dark Mark..." Harry rubbed the back of his head, feeling that he had a terrible headache.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and they were both silent.

They packed up their tent early in the morning and went home, got a broken tire from Basil, the keeper of the portkeys, and hurried back to the Burrow.Mrs. Weasley had been there waiting for them, and she hugged everyone hard, crying how worried she was about them—

"I saw it in the newspaper, Dark Mark! My God, I've been wondering if something will happen to you..."

They had a good night's sleep, and sat at the dinner table at noon the next day to discuss the matter intensely.The Ministry of Magic was in disarray, with Percy and Mr Weasley off early to attend to follow-up matters, while Mrs Weasley went to Diagon Alley to help them buy books, school supplies and robes for the new term.Both Harry and Ron had grown considerably taller and needed new wizard robes made to order.

"I was supposed to let you go with me, but now this situation... oh, I didn't expect this to happen..." Mrs. Weasley was obviously very agitated.

The whole Burrow was immersed in the gloomy atmosphere of the end of the holiday. Harry, Ron and Hermione packed their bags in silence. The Weasley brothers walked behind them, and Fred patted Ron on the shoulder : "Hey, did you hear Bill and Charlie just now?"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked curiously.

"They said that Hogwarts will have a big event... The Ministry of Magic has been worrying about it recently. But they didn't say what it was, saying it was to be kept secret..." George complained.

"Big thing?" They looked at each other, and Ron took out a long purple velvet dress from his suitcase. The neckline was trimmed with moldy ruffles, and the cuffs had the same lace.

"Mum, you gave me Ginny's new dress," Ron said loudly.Mrs. Weasley glanced into the room, and replied absently: "It's yours, Ron, the list issued by your school says that you should prepare dress robes this semester...the robes you wear on formal occasions , I bought one for Harry too."

"What? I would never wear something like this!"

Harry unwrapped the last package on the camp bed with some trepidation. Fortunately, his dress robe was not as bad as he had imagined. It was dark green and didn't have a single lace on it.

"I think it will accentuate the color of your eyes, dear," said Mrs. Weasley lovingly.

"Oh, that would be nice! Why can't I have one of these?" Ron huffed, and after arguing with Mrs. Weasley about the dress robes, he finally couldn't hold back and tucked the dress into the in the suitcase.

They took three ordinary Muggle taxis booked by Mrs. Weasley to King's Cross Station in London. Harry, Ron and Hermione chatted casually while walking sideways through the wall. Three quarters of the platform appeared in front of my eyes.

Charlie hugged them, smiled and said, "I might see you all soon."

"Why?" asked Fred eagerly.

"You'll know, but please don't tell Percy that I mentioned it...Remember it's 'Top Secret Information, not to be released until the Ministry of Magic sees fit'."

"You're going to have a very interesting year," Bill said, his eyes bright. "I might take time off to watch some—"

"Part of what?" Ron pressed.

But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley herded them towards the car door.They had no choice but to find an empty cubicle to sit down. It was already raining outside, and the dense raindrops were crackling on the window. Ron closed the window irritably, complaining about the appetite of his family members.

"I really don't know what's going on at Hogwarts this year...I dare say it must be very interesting, but they don't say anything!"

"Hush!" Hermione whispered suddenly, putting a finger to her lips and pointing to the cubicle next to them.Harry and Ron listened carefully, and a familiar greasy voice floated in through the open door: "...my father always wanted me to go to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, but my mother didn't agree , she said it was too far away... Seriously, you should go and listen to the headmaster - I mean the headmaster of Durmstrang, and hear what he thinks of Dumbledore, hey, he's too Love the Mudblood, Durmstrang would never let that kind of shit in...”

Harry happened to be sitting by the door, so he walked over quietly and closed the door.Hermione said angrily "So he wants to go to Durmstrang", and Ron asked what Durmstrang was.

"Durmstrang is a notorious magic school," Hermione showed a disgusted expression, "according to the "European Evaluation of Magical Education", it attaches great importance to the dark arts."

"Oh, I'd never go to that kind of school—"

"Don't think too much, it's impossible for it to accept you, pure-blood traitor Weasley."

They looked towards the door suddenly, and Draco appeared there at some point. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle. They looked a lot taller after a summer vacation, and they looked like two bodyguards.Apparently they had overheard their conversation, and Harry hadn't locked the door.

"Go ahead, Malfoy!" Ron glared at him savagely, and said a nasty swear word that he would never have dared to say if Mrs. Weasley was around.

Draco touched his chin and said with a sneer, "Keep your mouth clean, Weasley, if you don't want to go back to Mommy crying—"

Harry was so close that he stretched out a foot to trip him, but Draco was on his guard this time and easily dodged out of the way.He turned to face Harry, with a cold smile on his lips: "Oh, long time no see, Potter, I think you must have had a very good vacation, huh? Poorly hiding in Wes In Lay's shabby house, with an ill-fitting wand—"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry drew his wand and stood up, pointing directly at him, followed by Hermione's exclamation and Ron's owl piglet flopping.

Draco stared at his wand for a moment, his pointy face growing paler.

"You found it, Potter," he whispered. "I suppose you didn't find it yourself?"

"So what? I won't allow you to speak ill of them—"

"The gentleman gave it to you?" Draco interrupted, his voice low and dangerous.

"You're asking too much, Malfoy." Harry frowned.

"I thought I reminded you, Potter, did you ever consider that he was the one who stole your wand?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and said slowly, as if trying to make sure he heard every word.

"Don't try to sow discord, Malfoy." Harry replied without thinking, but there was still a ripple in his heart. He couldn't deny the possibility, but he wouldn't believe his words without conclusive evidence of.

"You think I'm trying to sow discord?" Draco seemed to want to say something more, but he dismissed the idea again, just glared at him, snapped his fingers at Crabbe and Goyle, and the three disappeared through the door .