[HP] End of Death

Harry looked at Draco's leaving back somewhat inexplicably.He scratched his head, turned and walked back to Gryffindor Tower alone, where Ron and Hermione were doing homework assigned by Umbridge.

Harry sat down in front of them, his scar still throbbing, and in the reflection from the window it seemed more apparent than usual.

"How is it?" Hermione asked in a low voice, with a worried look on her face. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"Um...it's okay...I don't know." Harry frowned in pain, "I kind of... I don't like Occlumency much."

"The brain is attacked again and again, I think everyone will feel faint." Hermione said sympathetically, "You lie on the table and rest for a while, I think it will be more comfortable..."

Harry pressed his forehead and stared blankly at the throbbing fire, which burned in the back of his eyes like a pair of tinted sundials.His eyes were getting darker and darker, and his eyelids were extremely heavy... He wanted to sleep, but his brain suddenly felt like it was being cut open. He didn't know where he was, whether he was sitting or standing, and he didn't know his name... …

Crazy laughter reverberated in his brain, he hadn't been this happy for a long time... ecstatic, ecstatic... a great thing happened...

"Harry, Harry! Harry!" Someone slapped him, and there was a moan of pain mixed with wild laughter. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and only then did he realize that the laughter came from himself... Luo Ernest and Hermione watched him worriedly, and the rest of the common room commented and stared at him in horror, as if they thought he was completely mad.

Harry slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, put his hand on his forehead, and headed up the stairs.Ron also quickly stuffed the parchment and quill into his schoolbag, and chased after him.

"What's the matter with you? Is it a scar...?" he asked in a low voice.

"I...don't know..." Harry broke out, "he's happy... very happy..."

"Mystery man?"

"A good thing happened," murmured Harry, who was trembling with pain as if he had discovered Mr. Weasley's injury, "a great thing...he's been looking forward to..."

Like the time in the Gryffindor dressing room, the words sounded like they were coming from a stranger, but Harry knew they were the truth.

"Did you find that weapon?" Ron asked with some fear.

Harry frowned and thought for a while, his brain hurt like a needle prick, he shook his head: "No."

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he fell on the bed exhausted, his body ached from the falls that night, and his scars throbbed hotly.He suspected that those Occlumency sessions had weakened his resistance, and he wondered with great horror what it was that made Voldemort feel happier than he had in fourteen years.

And Harry's question was answered the next day.The next morning, when Hermione opened the Daily Prophet, she screamed, and everyone around her looked at her curiously.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

Hermione spread the newspaper on the table, pointing to the headline: Azkabando escapes prison, Magic Cloth worries that Black is the "caller" of the Death Eaters.

"The Ministry of Magic announced last night that there was a mass escape in Azkaban. Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed in an interview in his office that ten felons escaped last night, and he has informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives... ' Harry read on.

"Look, Harry," said Ron, horrified, "that's why he was so happy last night..."

"I can't believe it," Harry growled, "Fudge blamed Sirius for the escape?"

"What else can he do?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Can he say 'I'm sorry, Dumbledore reminded me that the guards of Azkaban defected to Voldemort, and now Voldemort's right-hand man has escaped'? Telling everyone that you and Dumbledore were liars for six months, didn't you?"

Harry looked around. The other students didn't seem to be discussing this matter. After all, there were only a few students like Hermione who held newspapers all day long. They were still happily discussing homework, Quidditch, gossip and some ghosts. What the hell is that.They didn't know that thousands of miles away, ten Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban and strengthened Voldemort's power.

He subconsciously looked towards the Slytherin table, Draco was also flipping through a copy of the "Daily Prophet", the spoon in his right hand was raised and lowered several times.Harry saw a happy smile across his face, and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

The news that ten Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban quickly spread throughout the campus. Children from magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since they were young. Their names are as terrifying as Voldemort. The crimes committed are well known.Students whose family members had been killed by these Death Eaters reluctantly found themselves in the spotlight.

Obviously, Umbridge was very annoyed by Fudge's mistakes, and she was not even willing to let the teachers discuss this matter, which can be seen from her "No. Provide any information not related to the subject they teach.

And at the DA meeting held in the Room of Requirement at night, the members did not leave immediately after practicing the new spell, but discussed the death eater's escape from prison.

"The Ministry of Magic's explanation is too strange. In fact, many people around are skeptical." Susan Bones said, "They are not very satisfied with the Ministry of Magic's statement, and everything seems to point to Harry and Dumbledore's summer vacation. The things I said before..."

"Of course most people still refuse to believe this fact." Dean said.Harry was sure not everyone, even the twenty-eight people sitting here, believed what he said.He might have to do something, he thought, but he didn't know.

And when they left the Room of Requirement, Harry and Ron found that Hermione and Luna were still discussing something intensely. Of course, the intensity was only on Hermione's side, and Luna's face was still in a daze as always.

They waited for a while before Hermione hurried over with her schoolbag on her back, looking a little excited.

"What's the matter? What are you discussing?" Ron glanced back, and Luna staggered out of the Room of Requirement, humming "Weasley is our king" and left.

"By the way, Harry, the weekend of next week, uh... can you meet me at the Three Broomsticks at noon?" Hermione asked.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"A small interview... I think it should be useful, at this time..." Hermione said very vaguely.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Harry had hoped that his Occlumency would improve by leaps and bounds like Neville's performance at the DA meeting, but he didn't seem to be making much progress, and it was getting worse and worse.His scar hurts almost constantly, and he can often receive emotions that don't belong to him. He feels like he has become an antenna that receives Voldemort's emotions, and he can't help himself.

And he would dream every night that he was in that windowless hallway, walking towards that door, longing for it to open, and he finally figured out in one of the Occlumency classes that the door was leading to the mysterious business Division door.

Harry also didn't meet Draco after class, and that encounter really seemed to be just a coincidence.And I don't know if it's his illusion, he can always feel his gaze in class recently, but it's full of resentment...?

why?He should be very happy when the Death Eaters escaped from prison, right?He hadn't done anything to offend him...Harry had a terrible headache.In fact, he recalled things related to him almost every time in Occlumency class, especially when he was sleeping at night, and the form of the other party appearing in his dreams was becoming more and more difficult for him to talk about, which also made him It seemed that Snape was looking at him more and more strangely.

"Potter, I regret not being able to pass on these dreams to fellow Malfoys," he said viciously, "but I think you'd better hope they don't come true."