[HP] End of Death

This weekend Harry had another dream about Voldemort. In the dream, the tall, thin man brutally punished the prostrate Death Eaters, his screams pierced his brain, and the scar on his forehead seemed like As if pierced by a sword, the pain was so painful that it was about to burst.

No doubt the dream got him scolded in Snape's Occlumency class, and when he came out of the dark classroom rubbing his head angrily, he ran into Umbridge The scene where Professor Trelawney is fired.

"No! No! This can't happen...it can't be...I refuse to accept it!" Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, holding a wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other, looking completely insane.Her big glasses were askew, her hair was disheveled, and the ribbons that used to wrap around her hands were hanging around her body in a mess.

"You didn't expect this to happen? Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your poor performance in my class and no improvement after that will inevitably lead to your dismissal?" Umm Richie said in a high-pitched little girl's voice, seemingly amused.

Looking at all this, Harry felt inexplicably uncomfortable, although he usually hated Professor Trelawney's various curses on him.

Professor Trelawney wasn't kicked out of the castle though - Dumbledore's arrival ensured that, and he appointed Firenze the Centaur as the new Divination teacher.Harry still remembers Umbridge's shocked expression.

That evening, they held a DA meeting in the Room of Requirement as usual.They finally started to learn the Patronus Charm, and everyone practiced it very hard, but Harry kept reminding them that they were practicing the spell in a brightly lit classroom, and it would be a different scene when they actually faced the dementor.

"Harry, I think I've made it!" cried Seamus, who was at his first DA meeting and Dean had brought him here. "Look—well, it's gone, but I bet it must Something fluffy, Harry!"

Hermione's Patronus, a shiny silver otter, was romping around her at this moment. "It's really pretty, isn't it?" she said, looking at it with delight.

The door to the Room of Requirement opened and closed again, and Harry turned around, but saw nothing.The faces of the students standing by the door changed slightly, and Harry felt something tugging at the hem of his clothes. He lowered his head, and Dobby the house elf was looking at him with a mournful face.

"Hey, Dobby!" he said, "how—what's the matter with you?"

The elf's eyes widened, and his body was still shaking.He shivered and shrieked, "Harry Potter, sir... Dobby has come to tell you... but the house-elf has been warned not to tell..."

He slammed his head against the wall, and Harry grabbed him by a slender arm. He had experience with Dobby's self-punishing habits. "What's going on, Dobby?"

"Harry Potter...she...she..."

"Who is 'she', Dobby? . . . Umbridge?"

Dobby nodded and tried to butt his head into Harry's knee, but Harry blocked him with his outstretched arms.

"What happened to her? Dobby—she found out about this—found us—found DA?" Harry saw the answer from the elf's frowning expression, and he turned his head suddenly to face the stunned crowd. Shouted, "What are you waiting for? Run!"

In the Slytherin lounge, Draco was doing his homework when Montague rushed to his desk and said excitedly: "Oh, Draco, stop working so hard! Professor Umbridge has something to do Let's do it!"

"What?" he asked lazily, signing his name at the end of the paper.

"I heard that someone reported that Potter and a group of students had a secret meeting, and you can catch it now!" Montague lowered his voice, his eyes were shining.Draco raised his eyebrows, nodded with the corners of his mouth pulled, and a hint of predation flashed in his eyes.He packed everything on the table into his schoolbag.

"Then let's go quickly."

Although Draco had only been to the place where DA met once, he could find that place even with his eyes closed.Montague not only called him, but also several Slytherin students followed him towards the Room of Requirement excitedly.Draco knew it was a long way, and they might all escape by the time they got there, but he didn't bother to remind him.

In the middle of the run, Draco suddenly squatted down with his stomach in his arms, and said with a painful face that he had a stomachache.As he expected, Montague and the others left him and moved on.He curled his lips and turned sideways into an alley.

Harry gave Dobby several words before putting him down, and slammed the door behind him.He glanced sideways, the others were running so fast he could just see the backs of their heads and their shoes disappearing at either end of the corridor.He also sped up to the right, and he saw there was a boys bathroom there, and as long as he could get there, he could pretend he was there all the time...

"If you do that, you'll see Peeves inside about to turn off the tap." He suddenly heard a drawling voice, and then Harry felt tripped by something and slid forward out of the way. It took a few steps to stop.There was a muffled laugh behind him, and Draco emerged from an alcove beneath an ugly dragon-shaped vase, shaking his crumpled robes.

Harry stared at him, breathing slowly and evenly.It occurred to him—clearly he was the one who tipped off, wasn't it?Only he knows where they party!

Thinking of this, Harry stood up, pushed him hard and wanted to run forward, but Draco grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

"Umbridge is guarding that staircase, do you want to throw yourself into a trap?" he whispered in his ear.

Harry waved his hand away, turned around, stopped running, grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, and said viciously: "You reported us, Draco, I won't Let you go—"

Draco watched him calmly, then suddenly pressed the back of his head and kissed him, sucking his lips loudly and maliciously.The sound made Harry panic and ashamed, turned his head to get rid of him, he pushed his shoulder, finally found a chance to avoid him, and said angrily, "You are shameless, Draco."

"That's because you're cute." Draco said shamelessly, he held Harry's thin waist tightly to prevent him from breaking free, "By the way, I'm not the one who reported it."

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Harry was still trying to shake off his shackles, and the other party took the opportunity to bite him a few times on the neck, causing him to punch Draco's back in pain.

"Easy, Harry! Do you want the old woman to find us here?" Draco warned, turning pale.

"What on earth do you want? Send me to Umbridge?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, no... I think Peeves is going to rush out soon." He said quickly, took his hand and ran to the left stairwell. He let him run away in a daze.They rushed down the stairs quickly, avoiding the most crowded corridor and running into a dimly lit winding alley.The people around gradually disappeared, and the two stopped. The beige-orange curtain floated in the night, like the morning mist wrapping the falling mountains, and the moonlight shone through the gaps.

Harry let go of his grip and stood on the narrow stone slab.He raised his head, and saw layers of gray clouds and mist through the gap, and under the clouds and mist was the bright castle fire.His heart suddenly quieted down.

"Draco." He called suddenly, "Did you really not report us?"

"Of course not." The boy turned around, walked up to him, touched his sweaty face, but Harry opened his hand, "There is someone else who reported you."

"Who is it?" Harry frowned.

"Marietta," Draco kindly reminded Harry, seeing Harry's confused look, "that girl with freckles is sneaky."

"It's her? Why?"

"Her mother works at the Ministry of Magic, and she helps Umbridge watch over the Hogwarts fires."

"She did it? No wonder—" Harry didn't finish the last part of the sentence. He realized that he couldn't reveal the information about Sirius, so he coughed, "Okay, okay...we got it wrong ’ He looked up at Draco, who was staring at him, and Harry avoided it with some embarrassment, tilting his head and said, “So… thank you this time.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to go out, but Draco stopped him: "Harry."

"What are you doing?" Harry shook off his hand reflexively, looking at him warily.

Draco was a little stung by his movements and eyes, he clenched his fists and said in a restrained voice: "It's nothing. You go back and be safe."

Harry gave him a suspicious look, turned and left quickly.

Draco looked at his back, he looked down at his palm, and pulled up the sleeve of his left hand, the scar on his wrist was still shocking.

This is what he deserves.