Forget

Myrtle wept and talked a great deal, and said that the curses that had struck the pipes, and struck the walls, and passed through her, had terrified her.She escaped from the toilet and wanted to find someone to help, but she didn't know who to turn to-no one would believe the cowardly Myrtle who was always crying, they would all just think it was naughty again The junior students threw things at her and laughed at her loudly - she wandered along the water pipe until she saw Professor Snape passing by the door, she was afraid of Professor Snape, but she had no choice but to muster up her courage go call him.

"It's a good thing he believed me, and it's a good thing you're still alive." In order not to disturb Madam Pomfrey, Myrtle's voice was very low. In addition, she couldn't stop crying and talked a lot, which made it sound gloomy. weird. "Although I don't mind if you share the bathroom with me...but I have a gut feeling that you won't be a ghost..."

"Thank you, Myrtle." Draco fought back his drowsiness, trying to be as polite as possible.But God knows, he was really sleepy.From the moment he saw Professor Snape, he couldn't help but want to sleep.And when he was put on the hospital bed in the medical room, he really couldn't help falling asleep.But Madam Pomfrey stopped him.As she tended to his wounds swiftly, she screamed to keep him awake.In fact, he was really grateful that Madam Pomfrey forbade people from visiting him.He is now as afraid of seeing other people as a vampire is afraid of seeing the sun, and afraid of being questioned. He doesn't have time to make up the cause and effect. This matter is too complicated, and he really can't justify himself for a while.Besides, he was really sleepy.

But Myrtle is a ghost, and Madam Pomfrey's lock won't stop her.And she was his savior whether she wanted to or not - so Draco had to keep listening to her, but luckily, Myrtle was just talking and didn't mean to ask.

"I seem to have said too much." Myrtle seemed to see the sleepiness in Draco's eyes, and was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I seem to be chattering all the time, and there's usually someone interrupting me - you know, throwing something or something... Thank you for listening to me... I'm so annoying."

"It's okay." Draco smiled and shook his head. "I don't find you annoying."

"I'm really sorry. ——You rest, I'll come to see you later." Myrtle held her face a little shyly, and quickly turned and left.

Draco let out a long breath.Gently close your eyes.

But he didn't fall asleep as quickly as he had imagined.The moment he fell down, he really thought he would die, but now that he was rescued, he actually felt a little... Lost?

"It turns out that death really doesn't deserve the word 'hell'." Draco murmured to himself softly, recalling Bryce's small bottle of drugs.

At the moment when he predicted that death would come, he really felt an unprecedented tranquility.It was as if a person who was struggling in the devil's weed and was almost strangled to death suddenly stopped and slowly slipped down from the devil's weed.

Draco, who was reborn after the catastrophe, didn't feel the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe. He doesn't want to think about anything now, he wants to sleep-but damn it, when he can finally sleep, the god of sleep seems to have left him again up.

The door lock made a soft "click".Very light, very light, almost nothing.But in such a quiet ward, even the sound of a feather falling can be heard.So Draco squinted his eyes, looking in the direction of the door with the faint moonlight falling through the window.

The door was opened a small crack, and quickly closed again.The house was still quiet, no one was there.It was as if what had just happened was just the door being blown by the night wind.

Draco looked away, looking at the ceiling.After a pause, he said softly, "Potter."

Draco wasn't really sure.He just feels.But it doesn't matter if it's wrong, right?If he guessed wrong, he was the only one in the ward anyway.

But wrinkles appeared in the otherwise calm air.After a rustling sound, the green-eyed savior appeared beside his bed.

"Invisibility Cloak, this is really a good thing." Draco nodded, as if remembering something. "But an invisibility cloak doesn't hide voices. Madam Pomfrey will find you."

"Close your ears and listen to the spell. She can't hear it," said Harry.But still hold the invisibility cloak in your hand so that you can wear it on your body at any time.

Draco was silent for a moment: "Maybe we can have some light."

Harry whispered "Lumos," and a little green light appeared on the tip of the wand, illuminating a small area.So he saw Draco half lying on the hospital bed, looking at him too.

"You were the one lying in bed the last time we met here. Funny, isn't it." Draco said in a deliberately light tone. "Remember what you said?—You said that if I were lying here, you would never come to visit.—The Savior broke his promise."

Harry ignored the teasing in his tone: "Are you okay?"

"It couldn't be better. No classes, no homework. And a special dinner." Draco flicked a small silver cup by the bed. "Madam Pomfrey also gave me syrup."

"I'm sorry," Harry finally said. "I didn't expect such a consequence, I just..."

"Missed." Draco cut him off. "But you don't have to be sorry, I don't blame you." Seeing the confusion in Harry's eyes, Draco laughed twice. "I said I don't mind you stopping me, have you forgotten? ——Although your method of stopping is a bit too drastic, it's okay. I even think you can strike harder next time."

Harry didn't know how to answer.He wasn't even sure if Draco was telling the truth or angry.

"I said no need to apologize! Damn I didn't lie to you. I don't need a Gryffindor apology." Draco finally used his usual tone of undisguised distaste. "Aren't you always curious about what I'm doing? I can tell you that I'm doing a terrible and terrible thing. Compared to this, I'd rather die!"

"How could you..." Harry was taken aback, he didn't expect Draco's emotions to suddenly become so agitated.But he still tried to calm himself down. "I'm not sure you've actually seen...death. Thestrals are pretty docile animals, but there's a reason people don't want to see them."

"It seems that you are very experienced in this area." Draco raised his eyelids, and there was undisguised contempt in his eyes. "But you don't have to tell me that your story has spread enough - that I had to grow up hearing it, but with all due respect I don't think the death of your parents hurt you that much. The psychological shadow. Just like I don't believe you can remember that time."

"Although I don't want to admit it, you're right. I really don't remember what happened when my parents died. If I could, I wouldn't have lived in such a fog for so many years." Harry took a deep breath, Try not to talk about your parents.He really didn't want to argue with Draco at this moment. "I actually only saw the Thestrals not long ago. I watched Cedric die, right in front of me."

Draco paused, he hadn't thought about it.But when Harry said it, he immediately remembered the scene at the end of the Goblet of Fire in the fourth grade.

"A lot of people say that I killed Cedric. I have no way to refute it. After all, I have no witnesses or evidence. Even if I say that I couldn't use the death curse at that time, will it work? No one will care." Harry A little discouraged, but the tone quickly changed. "But I know you will believe me, after all your father was there."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Draco's hand suddenly tightened, and the bed sheet was creased innumerably by him.Draco lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to talk about your father," said Harry. "I just want you to know that death is not a word you can say casually. I watched Cedric die, and there was nothing I could do. I saw his soul, and asked me to take his body back to his father. Seeing his father's appearance, I may never forget it for the rest of my life."

Draco didn't speak, he didn't even look at Harry.The moonlight was coming from behind him, and Harry couldn't see his expression.

"I'm sorry to say so much," Harry shrugged. "Actually, I didn't expect to... say so much. I just want to see if you are okay... and, I want to apologize for my immature behavior. I don't really want to hurt anyone... We are classmates, Isn't it?"

Draco hung his head.His already calm mood was disturbed again by Harry's words.Suddenly he thought of his own parents.He began to regret why he was so stupid to think that death could solve everything.Death can't solve it.Or that there is nothing that can completely drag him out of the predicament.what can he doHe can do nothing but obey!

Draco regretted his weakness, regretted his powerlessness.He looked at Harry, the Chosen One, the savior, the hope of all, and suddenly he was angry, annoyed.Draco sneered, and his tone became sharp: "Yes, we are classmates, but we have never stood on the side, have you forgotten? The savior? From the first meeting to now, we are always opposite. Are you The savior, from birth. I am the son of a Death Eater, why are you so sure that I will not become a Death Eater? Do you want to save me? To live up to your name as the savior?"

"You seem a little too excited." Harry didn't know what he said wrong, but he vaguely felt that it might be better for him to leave first.He put on his invisibility cloak and was about to leave. "If you accidentally say the wrong thing again, I hope you don't care - you need to recover from your injuries. I'll go first."

Draco couldn't see Harry anymore.But he had a hunch that Harry was leaving.He didn't know where the courage came from. He totally disregarded his upbringing and suppressed emotions, and almost tried his best to roar in the direction of Harry's departure: "I don't need pity, sympathy, or preaching! If you are really that legendary You stupid savior, come and stop me! Or I'll kill you before then! I promise!"

The opened door paused for a moment, then slowly closed with a slight knocking sound.

Draco fell heavily on the pillow, he gently closed his eyes, a tear fell silently from the corner of his eyes.His lips moved slightly, muttering to himself like a dream:

"Stop me. plz."