[HP] End of Death

When Harry stumbled back to Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione were stunned by his embarrassed appearance. They rushed him to the school hospital and beat Draco together.

"The injuries on the body are not too serious, just the left eye, if the angle is a little more deflected, you will lose your sight." Madam Pomfrey said while carefully cleaning the wound at the corner of Harry's eye with alcohol. He gasped when he reached the wound.

Hearing this, both Ron and Hermione turned pale, especially Ron, looking at his blushing and thick neck, he seemed to be about to run out to fight Draco, but Hermione stopped him.

"If there is a chance, I will definitely not let him go...Malfoy..." He said bitterly.

Slytherin bedroom.

Draco was sitting on the bunk with the curtains drawn tightly, and the ancient bronze mirror stood in front of him, shaking with his movement.

The hypnotic time of the hypnotic mirror can last for 24 hours at a time, but its side effects last for a long time, so Draco always uses it at night, so that the side effects can be washed away with sleep.

However, when he recovered from the hypnosis this time, he felt that his brain was in excruciating pain as if it had been pierced by countless arrow feathers, his temples throbbed suddenly, and his fingers convulsed as if electrified. Unable to control.Draco clenched his fists with all his willpower and lay heavily on the soft pillow.The sachet on the bedside sent a burst of cold and sober fragrance, which made him feel better.

After a few minutes, the dizziness and pain slowly subsided. Draco grabbed the hanging sachet and sunk his face in it. He took a few deep breaths until his nasal cavity was filled with some kind of sachet. The scent of high-grade medicinal herbs lazily threw it aside, squinted his eyes while hugging the pillow, and breathed slowly.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his arms holding the pillow tightened suddenly, and his body trembled like a sieve.

The memory of the day slowly revived, like the tide of the night poured into the brain, freezing all functions.He couldn't believe what he'd done.

He and Pansy went out on a date... or was it Valentine's Day?Why did he foolishly agree to her? He obviously doesn't like her at all, even if he is hypnotized!Oh, it's probably the ridiculous arrogance and vanity left in his heart, he probably enjoys the feeling of being admired...

And what happened in the dark alley, Draco hardly dared to think about it... But the more he avoided, the more Harry's painful expression and gloomy eyes played back in front of his eyes, like a poisonous snake pulling his throat Stretched tightly hard to breathe.The details became clearer in his mind, and he could vividly recall how he had punched him in the stomach, kicked his knees and arms, crushed his glasses.Blood snaked down from the corners of his eyes, like a blood-red snake.

What was he thinking at that time?Draco couldn't comprehend his state of mind at that time.For him, that self is as strange as another person, and he knows very well that that self used to exist.

Because one of the keywords he said to The Hypnotic Mirror was "do what I should have done".

And another is "I hate Harry Potter".

The double psychological suggestion made him strange and distorted, but this may be what his father expected-he was delighted by Voldemort's growth and completely opposed to Harry Potter.

However, even Draco has already noticed that "I" hate Harry far more than I hate him, but he doesn't know exactly why, and his subconscious tells him that it has something to do with his deep love... …the feelings seared into his heart are too deep to be suppressed with strong hints, maybe so, he thought.But the thought didn't make him feel any better.

Draco lay quietly on the bed hugging the pillow.He closed his eyes painfully, opened them again, glanced at his watch, slowly got up and moved the mirror to himself.

"Turn on the mirror." He whispered, and the delicate lines around the mirror lit up, making his snow-white face in the mirror turn blue.

"Do what I'm supposed to do." Draco took a deep breath after he finished speaking, suppressing the strong desire in his heart, "I hate...Harry Potter."

When Harry showed up at the dinner table the next day, almost everyone was taken aback because he had improvised a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that didn't fit very well, and his left eye was covered with gauze.

"What happened?"

"Did you get beaten up by someone, Harry?" The students around came up to ask for warmth, but Harry didn't want to tell others what happened yesterday, so he just muttered "I accidentally fell down" and dismissed them.He turned his head just in time to see Ron glaring at Draco and his friends as they entered through the door of the Great Hall.

The blond boy was talking to Pansy. He looked very happy and didn't seem to care about what happened last night.

Harry remembered the kiss he saw in the teahouse... the two faces got closer and closer, maybe they had touched each other after he left... Draco probably hated himself for disturbing him and Pansy , Harry thought a little masochistically, it can't be his fault, who made them sit by the window... and even if he saw him, he could turn a blind eye, Pansy wouldn't mind.

Harry didn't know if Draco had seen his strange outfit, of course he'd had plenty of chances to see him and laugh at him, and thinking about it he couldn't help but pray that he didn't run into him before his new glasses arrived.

However, this kind of prayer was useless. After the Magical Beasts class was over that day, he, Ron and Hermione were blocked by Draco's group on a small road in the snow.Draco has become more and more arrogant in these few classes, because he heard the news that Hagrid has been suspended from viewing, and he can't wait to make some troubles for him to get out early.

"Your new glasses are nice, Potter," he said triumphantly. "At least they're a little smarter than the clunky ones they were before."

Goyle and Crabbe beside him giggled, and Hermione tried to stop Ron from rushing forward.

"And you're a one-eyed dragon now, aren't you, Potter?" Draco continued to fold his hands provocatively, "Maybe I should go and set off some fireworks to celebrate this happy event."

"You don't need to waste your fireworks, Malfoy," Harry sneered, "I think maybe it would be more appropriate to stay at your wedding with Pansy, don't you think?"

After he finished speaking, he walked around them without looking back, and the two friends quickly caught up with him from behind.

"Oh, Harry, don't be as knowledgeable as that kind of person," Hermione reassured, looking back at them and lowering her voice, "But what's the matter with Pansy?"

"What?" Harry was startled.

Hermione shrugged and said nothing more.Harry pressed the center of his brows, he knew he was a little impulsive, but he really felt uncomfortable like a needle prick in his heart.

And this Saturday is Gryffindor's second Quidditch game. Harry watched the game from the perspective of a spectator for the first time. It is hard for him to say that this is a good experience, because he The next look is quite anxious.

To tell the truth, Ginny was doing pretty well - much better than Harry had imagined, but Ron still hadn't gotten over his agoraphobia, because the Slytherins started singing that "Weasley is Our King", and Harry found that the one who sang the most energetically was Draco.

By the time he missed the tenth ball, Harry couldn't bear to watch anymore, but everyone else was doing okay, and finally Ginny caught the Snitch under the nose of Hufflepuff Seeker Sharpie , narrowly won.

"You caught it well," Harry praised, and he glanced at Ron, who was slumped in the armchair with a dejected face, seeming to blend in with it.

"Fortunately, the Snitch wasn't too fast. Sharpie caught a cold and sneezed at a critical moment." Ginny shrugged. "Anyway, after you return to the team, I will choose to be a Chaser instead of a Seeker."

"Ginny, I'm banned for life."

"It was Umbridge who was suspended at school," Ginny corrected him. "It's different. Angelina and Aaliyah are leaving next year, and I'd rather score goals than find them."

Harry sighed, he felt that life was against him when he thought of Umbridge still oppressing them here, going to Snape's class every week, Hagrid being detained for probation, and Draco being malicious. , but he still had to keep going.

I really don't know when he will be free... There are so many painful things, even if one of them can be eliminated, it will make him feel much better.