Forget

Draco even forgot to land on the way back, causing him to fall heavily on the floor of Snape's office.As soon as Draco recovered from his trance, he looked up and saw Snape, who was still sitting behind his desk reading a book, looking up at him.Draco took a breath to calm himself, "I hope I'm not late, Professor."

"It's a good time." Snape didn't look away. "But I suggest that you can get up from the floor first, and then dust off the robe, otherwise it will look like I am physically punishing the students."

"Sorry." Draco stood up and cast himself a cleansing spell. "Is there anything else, Professor?"

"You can leave now." Snape gestured towards the door, then continued to look down at his book.

Draco bowed slightly and walked out the door.When he put his hand on the doorknob, Draco stopped, he turned sideways, and his voice was very soft: "If, I give up, what will happen?"

Snape sat as still as a statue, a needle could be heard dropping in the air.

After a long time, Draco was ready to go out before Snape raised his eyes to look at him: "Are you going to give up?"

Draco looked into Snape's eyes, but he couldn't see anything.Draco turned his body back and opened the door vigorously with his hand: "It's just a joke. Good night, professor."

Draco didn't go to dinner.He can't eat anything now.The moment Draco stepped onto the grounds of Hogwarts, he felt his tense nerves relax a little.But even this relaxation was enough to prevent him from concentrating.He felt that his brain was blank, but many fragmented pictures would always pop up, lingering in his empty mind, lingering.Draco wanted to use Occlumency, but he couldn't do it right now.

Draco's clothes had already been soaked in the sink by him.But he didn't really want to do the laundry.He is considering whether to throw them all away.Draco himself had been in the tub for a long time.Hot water flows out continuously from the faucet, and the original water in the bathtub flows out continuously from the bottom.The rising water mist filled the entire bathroom, so foggy that even the ancient murals on the walls and roof could not be seen clearly.

But Draco was still working on it, keeping his eyes open to see the paintings.He had to do something to divert his attention, to be a little less preoccupied with the horrible images in his mind.

The mural shows a half-naked woman bathing a baby with a jug.What kind of story is this...

Draco thought hard, trying his best to search for relevant pictures in his mind.

Women, babies, kettles, baths... Draco saw himself standing in the middle of the old house in Little Hangleton, with the blood and remains of Bitos at his feet, and those bloodstains seemed to have life, spreading around the floor, It even climbed up to his ankles and wrapped around his calves... surrounded by distorted faces, laughing and poking at him...

"Damn!" Draco cursed in a low voice, buried his head in the water hard, and made a loud splashing sound.The golden hair floated on the water, swaying helplessly.Draco slowly raised his head from the water until he was almost out of breath.

He even breathed carefully.Those bloody smells that didn't know whether they were real or just his imagination made him irritated, drove him crazy, and made him unable to go out calmly as usual and face everyone.He has washed it many times, but the smell of blood always lingers and refuses to go away.Draco rubbed his skin vigorously, but the dark mark on his arm became more clear.The lifelike skull was grinning, as if mocking him.Draco felt that he couldn't stop, even though his skin had turned a light pink under the steam, and it seemed that it would break if he poked it, he still couldn't stop.He wouldn't let the faucet stop the water, he hoped the water would keep flowing, wash away those terrible sights, wash away Beatos, wash away Katie with the necklace, wash away the water carried from Professor Slughorn's room Ron out.Draco looked through the water at his hands, which should have been stained with blood, or Katie, or Weasley.But not yet.

Draco couldn't describe how he felt right now.It was not easy for him, because he knew that that day would always come, just like a prisoner on the execution ground, although he was still alive, he could clearly see that the gallows was there.

Draco didn't return to his dorm until very late.The portraits of Slytherin didn't come to enthusiastically ask him where he had been, but they would eye him suspiciously and whisper after he left.But Draco was in no mood to bother with them.He felt that his steps were heavy, and every step took a lot of effort.When Draco finally fell on the thick, soft bed, he fell asleep quickly.Everything that happened today squeezed his energy without exception.If the dream wasn't so bad, Draco wasn't even sure he'd like to see the sun come up.

**

The disappearing cabinet quietly stayed in the corner of the Room of Requirement.After the black flannelette was torn off, the fine dust bouncing up danced wildly in the beams of sunlight that leaked in.In Draco's hand was a bird whose name he didn't know.Pretty, but silly.Draco remembered that he lured it out of the Forbidden Forest with only a little bread crumbs.It can't resist the temptation of bread crumbs, but it doesn't know what it will face.

"Good luck." Draco said softly, and put it in the disappearing cabinet.The unknown bird jumped lightly twice, and then was locked in the darkness.

"I don't know what will happen. But I hope you can live." Draco stroked the pattern of the disappearing cabinet, whispering like a raving.I don't know if it's for that beautiful bird, or if it's for other people.The only thing that wasn't sure was that Draco didn't know whether to tell himself or not.Whenever he thinks of the topic of death, he will be very confused.It seemed that there was a lot to think about, but he couldn't think of anything.

When the disappearing cabinet was opened, the beautiful bird was no longer inside.

"It's bound to happen, isn't it?" Draco lowered his eyes, his eyelashes falling slightly to form a small shadow.This is sure to happen.But for some reason, he felt a sense of loss.

"We should meet again next time." Draco said as if praying, and slowly opened the cabinet door again.

The beautiful little bird was still there, but not moving.

Those beautifully colored feathers drooped loosely, as if even the luster had disappeared.It limp in the cabinet, can no longer jump, can no longer bark, can no longer foolishly leave the safe place for a little bread crumbs, and plunge headlong into unknown dangers.

Draco took out his wand, his hands were shaking, but he couldn't stop the trembling.He racked his brains trying to find a remedial spell, until he realized that there were many spells or potions in the book that could stop the breath of life, but not bring it back to life.

Draco staggered back two steps, almost fleeing from the Room of Requirement.Standing in the empty corridor, he wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to go.His mind was blank, only some fragmented images that couldn't be pieced together remained.He has no way to control his feet, or let his feet take him to a place, a random place where no one can find him.

He went all the way to the empty women's bathroom on the third floor.This place that gave him inexplicable peace of mind finally pulled his thoughts back a bit.

Draco quickly walked to the sink, turned on the faucet that hadn't been used for a long time, watched the water rushing out, and couldn't hold back his crying anymore.