[HP] End of Death

"Cough, cough."

Harry, Draco, and Pansy all turned to see Umbridge standing in the doorway of the office, wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her look even more like a big toad.She still had that sinister, sickening smile on her face.

"Need my help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked in the sweetest voice she could ever have.

Professor McGonagall's face twitched, and she clutched the corner of the desk with her hands. "Help?" She tried to lower her voice and said, "What do you mean, help?"

Umbridge walked slowly into the office, still with that disgusting smile on his face: "Oh, I thought you'd appreciate a little more authority."

"You're wrong," Professor McGonagall ignored Umbridge, and she looked at Harry, "Listen carefully, Potter, no matter what Malfoy did, your behavior is disgusting, and I will punish you You're in detention for a week—"

"Cough, cough."

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes, as if begging for patience, and after a while she turned to Umbridge again: "What can you do?"

"I think Potter deserves a worse punishment than solitary confinement." Umbridge smiled sweeter.

Professor McGonagall snapped his eyes open. "Unfortunately," she said firmly, trying to smile reciprocally. "My opinion counts, because Potter is at my house, Dolores."

"Oh, actually, Minerva," Umbridge said with a half-smile, "I think you'll find that my opinion counts. Eh, where's it? Connelly just sent... I mean," she smirked and rummaged in her handbag, "the minister just sent...here..."

She took out a piece of parchment and opened it, cleared her throat and read aloud: "Cough, cough... "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order."

"Another one!" Professor McGonagall yelled fiercely.

"Yes, Minerva... well, I will now read the new decree...' The Senior Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all matters of punishment, sanction and disenfranchisement involving Hogwarts students, and with respect to other staff Such punishments, sanctions, and deprivation-rights have the right to amend'..." She slowly rolled up the parchment and put it in her handbag, with a smile on her face, "So... I think I have to ban Mr. Porter from play."

"Forbid me...to play again?" He was cold all over, and his voice was far away.

For some reason, after the fight with Draco, it seemed less important.He loved Quidditch, of course, but he had something more important... and he would lose it if he didn't hold it tight.

"Yes, Mr Potter, I think a lifetime ban would be more appropriate. I'm going to confiscate your broomsticks and keep them safe in my office to make sure no one violates my ban. But I'm not being unreasonable, Mike Professor Ge," she turned to Professor McGonagall, who was staring at her like an ice sculpture, "other team members can continue to play, I don't see them being violent. Well... good afternoon."

After she finished speaking, she walked out with great dignity, leaving a terrible silence.

Harry raised his head and looked slowly at Draco, who was standing across from him.There was a trace of coldness in the opponent's eyes that had not been put away.

When Draco walked into the Slytherin tower, many students surrounded him and asked about the situation. The questions were nothing more than the condition of the injury, what happened, and how Harry was punished... He didn't answer any of them, just He walked past them blankly.Pansy beside him exaggerated the scene of Umbridge's sentencing, and his face was full of excitement.

When he reached the fork in the male and female dormitories, he pushed her away forcefully, turned around and walked slowly into the dark corridor.

The Slytherin Tower is located underground, and the light is dim and thin, and the outlines of all the human figures coming and going are blurred and indistinct.Draco walked with his eyes downcast, feeling for the first time that the darkness was so comforting, like a warm shelter.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and the boys shouted loudly, and Crabbe, Goyle, Knott, and Blaise were reading a funny magazine and laughing gruffly as they read. .They didn't notice his coming.

Draco closed the door silently and walked towards them step by step.He took out his wand as he walked, and Blaise, who was standing facing him, had already seen his figure. He was about to speak, but was stunned by the hideous expression on Draco's face, and finally said nothing.

Draco walked behind Crabbe, who was not as tall and built as his follower - originally they followed him only to protect him from the power of the Malfoy family, so they were naturally much stronger physically.

Draco had always considered Crabbe and Goyle his friends before, and although he couldn't see it, he did think so in his heart.He didn't care about their purpose of following him, he took them to bully the weak, bully the nasty Gryffindor-especially bully Harry Potter, and get along well.He thought they thought so too, but what happened today opened his eyes.

He saw Crabbe's smile.Lying miserably on the ground after he's been beaten up by Harry, the Slytherin team is on the scene, and Crabbe is laughing.

Of course Draco knew he wasn't laughing at himself, he was laughing at Harry's own fault, but he felt sick.

Which is more important, laughing at Harry or caring about your friend's injury?Crabbe has already given the answer.He felt sick, but it was just a trigger.His dislike and aversion to the companions around him had long been buried, and at some point it rose from the ground and grew into a big tree, which could no longer be tolerated.

Draco knew it wasn't their fault, they'd always been like this - if he hadn't been subjected to these things, he'd be as addicted to childish provocations and guiltless bullying as they were, to stale prejudices and In shallow cognition, it becomes ugly, superficial, narrow, and cowardly.

He was very glad that he was finally far away from their world from his heart. Although he was suffering and humbled, he didn't cause evil.

Crabbe was pointing at a moving picture in a magazine and laughing when his shoulders were thrown back unexpectedly, causing him to stagger a few steps to the right and stand in the middle of the dormitory.

He angrily went to look for the instigator, only to find that the tall, thin, blond boy was pointing at him with a wand, with a tired and cruel look on his face.

"Malfoy...?"

"Get out." His voice was as cold as the wind blowing over the polar regions in midwinter.

"What...?" Crabbe frowned his thick eyebrows in confusion, he seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of this order, or he hadn't reacted from the previous shock.

"Do I need to repeat that, Crabbe? Or should I kick you out myself?" he said coldly, tilting his head and flexing his shoulders. "Get out, now."

"I don't quite understand, Ma..."

"Drowsy!" The sharp chanting sound was like a whistling whistle, the red light hurt everyone's eyes, and the tall and burly figure threw his head back and fell heavily on the ground without a sound .

Goyle, Knott, and Blaise all froze in place, motionless.Draco glanced at the boy on the ground, cast an exorcism spell and threw his body on the corridor, and slammed the door shut.

Then he strode back, and the others stepped aside one after another, fearing that he would make another sudden move.But he didn't do that, instead he climbed into his bed, glanced at them indifferently, and drew the curtain to block their view.

It took a long time for the three of them to come back to their senses, and they looked at each other, not daring to speak.Goyle wanted to take Clara back to the room, but Blaise held his hand and shook his head.

"What's wrong with him?" Nott lowered his voice, and looked at the tightly drawn dark green bed curtain with lingering fear, "Where did Crabbe provoke him?"

Blaise hugged his chest, pursed his lower lip tightly, with a serious expression.

"I don't know, but you all leave Crabbe alone, so as not to cause trouble." He paused, his brows furrowed tighter, "I'll ask later."

Nott and Goyle nodded and dispersed.Blaise stared at the bed curtain for a while, then walked over and knocked on the bed board: "Draco, I lifted the bed curtain."

The people inside didn't answer, and Blaise took it as his acquiescence, opened the bed curtain and sat sideways on the bed.Draco was sitting on the corner of the bed, looking at him expressionlessly, his gaze seemed to freeze him completely.But Blaise was not intimidated, the corner of his mouth moved, and he cut to the point in one sentence: "Is it related to Potter?"

The boy's eyes were bright and frighteningly empty.

"No." After a long time, he replied like this.

"I do not believe."

"I have no obligation to explain to you, Blaise." Draco smiled, a little contemptuously, "I hope you can leave by yourself."

"What do you think you're doing, Draco? Who are you showing this to?—Do you know what they think of you now?" Blaise's question came out one sentence at a time, aggressive, Draco There was a distinctly bored expression on his face.

"I don't need to explain to you. You can think whatever you like, it's best not to talk to me, give me a clean." He pushed him out and closed the curtains again.

It really was the worst day ever.