Forget

Harry's body fell from the air and landed on the thick leaves on the ground.The splashed fallen leaves and dust swirled and flew, and then fluttered down again.

The surrounding crowd let out a low exclamation, and almost everyone took a step back subconsciously.Only Draco didn't move.Only him.

There was no trace of emotion in the gray eyes, and the body wrapped in the large cloak stood upright, just as he had always done.The hat hung down a little more, making the shadow in front of his eyes even thicker.But he still saw the way Harry fell.The person who is always impulsive and full of enthusiasm is very quiet at this moment.

Draco's eyes darkened a little.

At this time, what kind of mood should you have?

Is it loss, sadness, heartache, or something else.

Draco thought more seriously than ever.But Hagrid behind him seemed to have given the answer.The big man was sobbing uncontrollably. He said he was sobbing, but his voice was much higher than normal.

Should I be so sad that I cry? Draco blinked slowly twice.

This is really strange, why don't I feel anything at all?

The voices of the Death Eaters had changed from low exclamations to enthusiastic and excited celebrations.Some people seemed to be dancing, and Draco could hear the heavy clang of the chains holding Hagrid hitting each other.

"He's dead." Voldemort spread his arms, and the corners of his mouth parted and curved into a big arc. "Hahaha, he's dead!"

The Death Eaters cheered even louder, and Hagrid wept louder.He wanted to rush to Harry, but the intricate and delicate chains trapped him, banging against each other louder.

Draco stood quietly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.The hood slid down further, covering almost half of his face.No one can see his expression.He can't even see himself.

"I need someone to check again." Voldemort turned around, facing Draco's direction. "Draco, my child, who else is more qualified than you?"

The surroundings became quiet again. Draco didn't speak, his figure swayed slightly, and he took the first step.

Voldemort was right, who could be more qualified than him?All those present were either staunch allies of the Savior or sworn enemies.Only he, standing in the ambiguous gray, has been used, deceived, and hoped, and I am afraid that it is more disappointment.He tried his best to get close to Harry, to gain his trust, to seek his help, but he trampled on the olive branch that was offered to him.

So, what is there to complain about?

I am no longer a child.How can you complain because of a little bit of dissatisfaction?And how to run away screaming from some inexplicable empty panic?

just.

That's not how the story should end.

Draco came to Harry's side and stopped.

The one who should leave is you who has been kept in the dark.

The one who should leave should be the traitor.

Draco half-kneeled, his gaze wandering all the way up from Harry's toes.

Why is this so?Is this also part of someone's game?So, what is the purpose of all the sacrifices, all the sacrifices lost in the final darkness?

What exactly went wrong?

If anything went wrong...

Draco felt his heart sink a little more.

Then, Merlin, please tell me, is there any hope of redress up to now?

Draco paused when his eyes finally fell on Harry's face.

He could hardly blink and couldn't believe his eyes.He couldn't even believe Merlin, after all all his wishes had never been fulfilled, and now...

Although it was only for a moment, he could clearly see that Harry's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The great Merlin seemed to clearly put this "remedial" opportunity in front of him.

The heart that had been sinking to the bottom of the valley and calm as water suddenly started beating wildly. Draco leaned over, trying to hide his panic.However, this movement, which looked like an inspection to others, brought him closer to Harry's cheek.

Draco could almost feel Harry's breath, barely audible.He didn't know what was going on with Harry, but at least he knew that it wasn't over yet.

This realization made Draco's consciousness suddenly clear.He barely had time to think, and immediately leaned down even more, and kissed Harry's warm lips.

Biting the tip of the tongue a little bit, the warm blood immediately filled the entire mouth. Draco bit Harry's lips and rushed the blood quickly.His movements are light, but fast.The blood from his own mouth instantly covered all corners of Harry's lips and tongue.He could even feel that Harry's breathing was slowly becoming steady.

After all this, Draco stood up, turned his head slightly, and spat out the remaining blood in his mouth.He raised a hand to gently wipe his lips, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's a worthy death, aren't you right, Mr. Potter?"

Draco's voice wasn't too loud, but it was just enough for everyone to hear.

It was quiet again, and even Hagrid forgot to sob.

Draco, who reappeared beside Voldemort, was always silent, following quietly behind his master, almost like a shadow.This was the first time they saw Draco making a voice again, and it reminded them of the years when they were dominated by Malfoys.Many malicious speculations also seemed to fall apart following Draco's words, or perhaps, some other speculations raised their heads again, and slowly enriched in the exchanged glances of those Death Eaters.

But Draco didn't care at all.He didn't even glance around.After his gaze moved away from Harry, it fell squarely on Voldemort.There was still no expression in his eyes.He walked towards Voldemort resolutely, knelt down on his knees: "Congratulations, master."

Voldemort lowered his eyes to look at him, leaned down suddenly, pressed his dry fingers on Draco's cheek, his rough lips just fell on the side of Draco's ear, and sent his words into Draco's mouth in a low voice. In the ear: "Do you know? I suddenly feel a little worried about you."

"Master..." Draco resisted the urge to escape, closed his eyes slightly, and his voice couldn't help but grow a little higher. "The so-called ridiculous savior they relied on has been killed by you, not only Hogwarts, they are all lost dogs now. Master, you are the greatest wizard in the world, and I, must Will always follow in your footsteps."

"Really?" Voldemort straightened up.Two dementors rushed over from behind. "Draco, my silly boy, how could I doubt your loyalty? But you don't seem to be in good health, so you don't have to go to Hogwarts, you go and rest first."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he didn't wait for Draco's answer, but turned directly to Hagrid.Hagrid's tall stature forced him to raise his head to speak, but his facial features were still indistinct with a mocking expression: "Hagrid, you will bring that corpse back to Hogwarts yes, right?"

"You bastard!" Hagrid tried hard to break free from the chain, but only got a pain in his waist and abdomen.

Voldemort put his wand back into his sleeve, and said contemptuously: "I advise you to save your strength, your savior, it seems that the weight is not light."