[HP] End of Death

With so many things to worry about-mountains of homework for fifth graders, secret DA meetings and regular tutoring with Snape, two weeks passed quickly, and February had already arrived.Hermione's last mention had been pushed back another week for reasons she refused to mention, and by the time they went to Hogsmeade it was already Valentine's Day.

Draco and Pansy were walking on the icy and snowy streets of Hogsmeade. On both sides of the streets, there were cold death eater wanted posters, which added a bit of solemnity to the festive atmosphere of Valentine's Day.However, this time was different from the time when Sirius Black escaped from prison. There were no large groups of dementors patrolling and monitoring the intersections.

Draco knew the reason for this very well. He wrote to Lucius when he saw the news in the newspaper, and learned that a large group of dementors had obeyed Voldemort's order and escaped from the control of the Ministry of Magic. , and the number is increasing, which makes him very happy.

He subconsciously touched the Dark Mark on his left arm, which was a symbol that he had become a member of the Death Eaters, and he was proud of it...Of course, he didn't tell anyone about it, he didn't bother to do it ——This made him feel a little strange. He seemed to have a sense of rejection towards the classmates around him, but he didn't know the reason.

But Draco wasn't worried, he knew it was some glitch he'd had with that mirror - a small loss of memory, but it didn't matter much.In fact, since he started hypnotizing himself, he felt that he was in a much better mood than before, as long as he didn't see Harry, of course.

For some reason, he himself also felt a little sudden that he had developed a deep hatred for that Gryffindor boy - although he had it before, but it was not so strong - so that every time he saw him, he felt restless , There is a destructive desire in my heart that makes me feel afraid.

He wanted to beat him, bully him, destroy him, destroy him, watch him fear, cry, and beg him for mercy with pain on his face, he wanted to take everything from him... This emotion started from the first time he saw him Eyes began to grow, almost hard to restrain.And he knew what he would do if he let himself go, so Draco has always avoided meeting Harry head-on.

But on this cold Valentine's Day, he agreed to Pansy's invitation to come to Puddife Teahouse with her.The teahouse is small and steamy, and almost everything is adorned with ruffles and bows.

Sure enough, it was a place that girls would like, he thought disdainfully, and sat with Pansy at the only small round table left with some reluctance.

There are little golden angels flying on each small round table, and sprinkle pink confetti to people from time to time.

"I think these Valentine's Day decorations are really nice, don't you?" Pansy said cheerfully, staring at the flying cherub with interest, with several confetti scattered on her face.

Draco nodded perfunctorily, and he found that there were couples holding hands all around him, and the Ravenclaw team captain Roger Davies sitting at the table next to him was kissing a beautiful blonde girl passionately, not at all. Care about other people's eyes.

Pansy soon noticed them too, looking at him expectantly, as if hoping he would do the same.However, Draco completely ignored her suggestive eyes. He found that he didn't have such thoughts at all, but rather resisted, not only because he didn't like Pansy.He subconsciously thought that he had someone he wanted to kiss, although he couldn't remember who this person was at the moment.

The coffee they ordered arrived quickly, and the teahouse played soothing music from the Weird Sisters.In such a warm and comfortable environment, people's vigilance will always be inadvertently lowered, and their demandingness on things will gradually become less, because their senses are greatly satisfied.

So was Draco.He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, squinting at the snowflakes flying outside the gray window and the pink confetti fluttering in the house, feeling a sense of pleasure for some reason.This feeling dulled his reflexes, and even Pansy's unnatural approach seemed less excessive...

When their lips were about to touch, Draco realized that she wanted to kiss him, and at this moment he just saw a figure passing by the window, his face was pale, and his body was shaking like a sieve...

He suddenly pushed Pan Xi away, opened the door of the teahouse and rushed out.

Harry had just left the Three Broomsticks, feeling a little heavy inside.There he was subjected to two hours of pointed questioning from Hermione and Luna, who pressed for every detail of what happened that day at the Triwizard Tournament, especially Luna, who Harry wondered why she could come up with so many strange things. Weird questions, and sometimes they hit the nail on the head.

According to Hermione, she will be drafting the transcript of the interview for The Quibbler to publish.Although Harry expressed doubts about her ability to write a manuscript—"This is not writing a paper, Hermione!"—she left with a high spirit.

Luna said that she didn't know when Hermione's article would be published, and that her dad was waiting to post a great long article about the discovery of the Curly-Horned Snork. "Of course, that's a very important article, so Harry's may have to wait for the next issue."

After leaving the Three Broomsticks, Harry was going to buy some snacks from the Duke of Bee, but when he passed the corner, he suddenly found a teahouse that he had never seen before, so he walked in curiously.

Harry wished he hadn't.

He lowered his head and walked forward, not knowing exactly where he was going, but he just wanted to stay a little farther away from that place.The snowflakes and ice crystals hitting his body had never made him feel so bored, and the anger in his heart had nowhere to vent. As soon as he put on the hood, someone grabbed it by the collar, and the hood slipped off when he turned around.

"Malfoy?!" he exclaimed.

He was pushed into an alley next to him, and the people in front of him stared at him coldly, the malicious eyes could almost burn him to ashes.

"What are you stalking me for, Potter?" he asked contemptuously, finding himself relishing the total domination of the other person.

"I wasn't following you, Malfoy!" Harry snapped angrily.He seemed to be shaking with rage, and his cheeks were flushed, though they might have been frozen.

"Listen to me, Potter, if I catch you spying on me—or doing anything against me, I'll give you a good beating." He threatened viciously, speaking hard Kicked him in the shin.

The boy was suddenly attacked and gasped in pain.He leaned back against the wall with a look of disbelief: "You think I'm doing something against you? Are you thinking so?"

"Oh, isn't it? Could it be that you will still be on my side?" Draco's eyes were extremely vicious, he took another step closer, and put his hand on Harry's fragile neck, as if he would put his hand on Harry's fragile neck in the next second. It snapped, and the thought was actually quite tempting, "It would be your worst misfortune to have me catch you alone, Potter."

Harry took a deep breath, the cold air making his throat sore, the snow smearing his eyelashes, and his glasses fogging up as soon as he breathed out.He felt that he was outraged, shocked even.He had never felt so strange about Draco, his tone and eyes seemed to really loathe his existence, and he didn't know why.

"Give me-get out, Malfoy." He cast his eyes coldly, and waved away the hand that was stuck on his neck with one hand, and was about to go out, but the other party pulled him back by his hood, and savaged him again. Fell against the rough, cold wall.

"I haven't taught you a lesson yet, Potter. You interrupted my date," he said dryly.

"I interrupted your date?" Harry almost laughed out loud, a cold knife pierced his heart, "I neither slapped the glass nor broke in, what is called interruption? I doubt you are just Mess around, Malfoy."

"Oh, you're right." The boy smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I just wanted to beat you up."

"What—" Harry felt a pain in his abdomen before he finished speaking. He couldn't believe that Draco had actually punched him, and the force that followed was getting heavier and heavier. He realized that Draco had punched him. No kidding, he did hate him and wanted revenge on him, all right.

——Why?Harry wanted to resist, but his body was squeezed into the narrow space and it was difficult to stretch. He felt that the man dragged his limp body up, and kicked him into the mud with fists and feet.Harry felt that his whole body was crushed and crushed into the cold snow, both his body and his mind were completely destroyed, and the pain was unbearable.

He reluctantly raised his head to look at that person's face, but he only saw a flash of indifferent gray-blue. The next second, his glasses were crushed on his face, as if a piece had pierced into the corner of his eye, causing him to cry out in pain. speak up.

Hearing his scream, the man paused.He squatted down, looked at the embarrassed Harry, smiled contemptuously, tore off the empty mirror frame and threw it aside, stood up and left.

It wasn't until the sound of Draco's footsteps faded away that Harry slowly reached out a hand to remove the shards of glasses from his face.He also kicked his arm several times, and Harry knew there were several bruises without opening his sleeve, but this pain was nothing compared to his left eye, which he felt could not be opened.

Harry stuffed the fragments back into his pocket, stood up tremblingly, walked to the corner and carefully picked up the mirror frame and put it away, and walked out of the alley in silence.