[HP] End of Death

They fell silent for a while before starting to do their homework, although Harry wasn't thinking about it at all.In the middle of the night, Dobby the elf volunteered to bring back Harry's cured owl, and at that time Harry fell asleep reading a book, and he dreamed that he was walking in the windowless corridor, and the footsteps were in the silence echo.The door at the end of the corridor was getting closer and closer, and his heart beat faster...if he could push it open...and walk in...

"Push it away, Potter..." A sharp voice sounded in his heart, "Push it away..."

Before he had time to determine who the voice belonged to, he was awakened by a somewhat scorching tingling sensation.When he opened his eyes, Dobby was standing in front of him.

"Mister seems upset, Dobby heard him talking in his sleep." Dobby said timidly, "Did Harry Potter have a nightmare?"

"It's okay," Harry yawned, "I've done worse."

The elf looked at Harry with its big, round eyes, then drooped its ears, and said very seriously: "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter, because Harry Potter released Dobby, and Dobby wants to help Harry Potter." I feel much happier now than before.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head: "You can't help me, Dobby, but thank you."

He bent down to pick up the potions textbook that had fallen on the floor, and when he closed the book, the light from the fire jumping in the fireplace illuminated the white scar on the back of his hand, and his eyes lit up.

"Wait a minute - there's one thing you can do for me, Dobby," said Harry slowly.

Dobby smiled instantly: "Speak, Harry Potter, sir!"

"I need a place where 28 people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being seen by the teachers, especially," said Harry, clutching his textbook, the scar reflecting white, "Professor Umbridge."

Draco had been careful not to come into contact with Harry after the Madness in the Rain experience, and he didn't need to get close to him again - after all, he had completed the task Voldemort had given him.

He was very aware of the influence that person had on him. He only needed a word or even a look to destroy his entire city, leaving him helpless and surrendered.

He is a taboo, a cup of poison, an untouchable and unthinkable Garden of Eden.

He has escaped from the Garden of Eden and will never return.

But that tickling, ready-to-go feeling in Draco when he learned that the Defense Against the Dark Arts learning organization that Harry founded - now supposedly under a new name, DA - had found a suitable place to hold classes It popped up again.

"Did you tell anyone about this?" Draco leaned against the wall at the corner at the end of the corridor, examining the curly-haired girl in front of him with complicated eyes.

"No, I didn't tell anyone." The girl replied.

Her name was Marietta, and her parents worked for the Ministry of Magic, and she was forbidden to do anything that would offend Umbridge.Marietta said that she didn't want to join this illegal organization at first, but her good friend insisted on pulling her along, and she had no way to refuse.

"I'm scared, Malfoy, my mother will be furious if she finds out..." she said, shaking her head.

He stared at her for a while, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You're doing well, Marietta. Don't tell anyone just yet, keep watching them... you'll have to tell me when you're in any event." What did you do, okay?" He paused and whispered in her ear, "...your mother would be proud of you."

The girl's shoulders trembled, and her ears turned red.She nodded shyly, bowed and ran away quickly.

Draco stood there, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.

Don't follow me, Draco.You are never as self-controlled as you think you are.You will go crazy.

He didn't follow the past to peep, just listened to Marietta's report, but this incident made him addicted like a drug.He always asked her impatiently about the content of her lectures and how they were implemented, intentionally or unintentionally bringing the topic to Harry, and then imagining what that person looked like.He knew that what he was doing was extremely nasty, but he just couldn't stop it.

"Today we learned the Shattering Charm. There were some members who were still reviewing the previous lesson because they didn't master the Obstacle Charm," Marietta said, her fingers intertwined in anxiety—something she often does. She knew that Draco's main purpose of listening to her report was to know Harry's whereabouts, so she continued, "Uh, Potter demonstrated the Crushing Curse for us, and then came down to inspect our completion. He guided Several people made wrong moves, and by the end of the class, eleven people had already learned the Shattering Curse."

"anything else?"

"Hmm... By the way, Miss Granger gave each of us a fake Galleon at the end of the rally. The number on the Galleon will change, showing the time of the next rally." Marietta As he spoke, he took out a coin from his pocket.Draco took the coin from her hand and looked it up in the sunlight, and had to admit that it was a very good imitation, and non-professionals couldn't tell the real from the fake.

He tossed a coin and turned to look at her: "Give me this coin."

"Huh? But—"

"You told your friend that you accidentally spent it. Granger can make 28, so No. 20 nine is not a problem." Draco said calmly.With a flick of his wrist, the four slender fingers other than the thumb turned like a spiral staircase, grabbed the falling coin, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"...Okay." Marietta reluctantly agreed.

After she left, Draco put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his long and narrow shadow quietly.It merges with the slender shadows of the castle's Roman columns, and the edge rubs out a diffuse blue light, which merges into the extreme darkness and highlights the time at the same time, like a tragedy that has never begun.

Oh Draco, you are really crazy.

As the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor and Slytherin, approached, the DA assembly was suspended as Angelina insisted on practicing almost every day.

The long absence of the Quidditch Cup - suspended last term - has heightened interest in the game.Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are very concerned about the outcome of the match, as they will be playing against these two teams in the coming year.

While the deans of the two colleges had a free and easy attitude on the surface, they secretly competed secretly.Harry could see how much Professor McGonagall wanted them to beat Slytherin, and she had spared them their homework a week before the match.

Harry was optimistic about Gryffindor, after all they had never lost to Draco's team - his heart skipped a beat at the thought of the name - but he was a little worried about Ron, which Not because of his skills, but because of his mental quality is not strong enough.

Harry had long been accustomed to the pre-match provocations of the Slytherin team, and they had been bragging for four years without actually realizing it.But Ron was different. He hadn't been subjected to such a relentless barrage of insults, ridicule and intimidation before.

When some Slytherin students passed him and asked in a low voice, "How many points are you going to give the Slytherin team this time, Weasley?" He didn't laugh or retort, his ears were red and his hands were shaking.

And when Draco grinned maliciously and said he was going to knock him off the broom, he turned pale.

"But I suppose you'd fall off the broom yourself if you didn't need me? I'll bet . . . "

"Go away, Malfoy, you'd better book yourself a bed in St. Mungo's first." Harry mocked viciously.

"What, do you want to take revenge on me in the game, Potter?" Draco raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands, and smiled even worse, "Don't worry, I've prepared a big gift for you, don't thank me—"

Harry was about to say something else, but Hermione tugged at the hem of his coat and shook her head at him.Draco's face suddenly became ugly.