Chapter 21 The Eve Before Dawn
Through Draco's iconic pair of round-framed glasses on his nose and his clear and bright eyes that could accommodate an entire green forest, he reflected a young man in a black suit.
He was embedded in an ancient stone wall that was mottled and covered with traces of time. Under his dull and pale face were lips that were stretched so tight that they were stiff and purple.
The black wizard robe fluttered violently in the strong wind on the rooftop. The green and white college logo on the robe flickered faintly in the candlelight, and the red tie tied under the robe also danced with it.
Bella's crazy laughter suddenly rang out in the silence, like rough sandpaper rubbing against everyone's eardrums. "Draco, why don't you do it?" Her voice was as sharp as a night owl, full of oppression and command.
Draco's lips trembled slightly. Draco clenched the wand in his hands with both hands, his muscles tensed, and the wand clasp in his hand was clamped in front of Dumbledore. His lowered and swaying eyeballs suddenly intertwined with the lush and deep green eyes that were faintly visible under the wood texture.
Harry stood there motionless, his eyes empty and confused.
Draco felt like he was kissed by a Dementor.
"Quick! Kill him, kill Dumbledore!" Bella, along with a group of Death Eaters, appeared before Draco and Dumbledore like a dark tide. Her sharp, cold hands grasped Draco's shoulders, pushing him towards Dumbledore.
"Bella, he's just a child, how could you..." Dumbledore frowned and shook his head when he saw the scene.
"Do you think I don't dare, Dumbledore?" Draco interrupted Dumbledore, gritted his teeth, and poked the wand in his hand hard at Dumbledore's external carotid artery, his eyes full of bloodshot.
"Don't waste your words, Draco. Kill him, kill Dumbledore. Complete your master's mission - the glory of Malfoy will bloom again in your hands!" She roared in a low voice, as if the devil was hissing in Draco's ears.
The blood-soaked Death Eaters behind her quickly surrounded her, their roars rising in her ears, and they pointed their wands at him, leaving him no way to escape.
At that moment, the originally quiet space seemed to be shrouded in a dark curtain. The air seemed to become sticky and cold, and the oppressive atmosphere was as suffocating as a substance.
Draco gripped his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion. His eyes were filled with hesitation and struggle, his gaze shifting between Bella and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore remained as calm as ever, with endless wisdom and composure in his blue eyes. However, this calmness was like a lone boat in a storm, which could be swallowed up by the surging darkness at any time.
Draco's heart was gripped by fear, and he seemed to be able to hear the violent beating of his own heart in his ears.
The Death Eaters around them exuded a nauseating dark aura, a mixture of evil, cruelty, and blood. Their black robes rustled in the wind, like the wings of death dancing in the darkness.
Perhaps because they had waited too long, the Death Eaters began to move impatiently, making rustling sounds, like poisonous snakes hidden in the darkness, spitting out their tongues, ready to pounce on their prey at any time.
Beads of sweat streamed down Draco's forehead. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, one wrong step and he would be shattered to pieces. Dumbledore simply looked at him quietly. There was no condemnation or urging in his eyes, only a silent trust, but this trust only made Draco's heart more tormented.
"Little Malfoy, you wouldn't dare, would you? Just like your useless and cowardly father?" Crabbe smiled sinisterly, but his eyes were always fixed on Draco.
"Kill him! Quickly!" Bella's tone was on the verge of collapse: "Dumbledore, it's the end of the day!"
"Ah..." A sharp pain came from his back and Draco let out a muffled groan.
A figure rushed over from his side, grabbed Draco and threw him behind him.
"No!" Draco screamed in horror, but he was powerless to do anything.
A green light flashed, and Draco's outstretched hand instantly stiffened and stood still.
His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was trying to escape the unknown fear hidden behind the green light.
Snape, his expression grim and serious, like a ruthless executor with a mask of lime-white leather covering his face, grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him away from the platform as if he were dragging a large doll.
His steps were extremely steady, as if he was dragging a corpse.
"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded beside Draco, but it did not come from Bella.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness dyed dark green by the green light, leaving behind only a dead silence and the lingering, magical green light.
Draco was like a puppet with a broken string, frozen in place at the last turn, swaying back to look back.
The layers of walls squeezed Harry's figure out of Draco's sight, and his face, which was like a layer of frosted glass, became even more blurred.
Everything around him was flowing and disappearing rapidly, only Harry's figure was like a unique magnetic field, attracting his attention.
He stood straight, and even though only a silhouette wrapped in darkness remained, he still gave people an extremely dangerous sense of stiffness, as if he was an active volcano about to erupt.
The taut back, the clenched and twitching blue veins, and the black hair that seemed to be swept by a storm, although it was not clear, the gushing emotions were like a faint light in the darkness, desperately hitting the cage, and the endless anger provided him with sufficient nutrients.
Looking at Harry who was staring at him without blinking, but his eyes were becoming more and more indifferent, the tears in the corners of Draco's eyes that had not yet dried up deepened.
Harry stood three meters away from him, watching his empty eyes slowly lose their clear outlines and become like two faint shadows.
The golden hair and green tie gradually blended into one, becoming difficult to distinguish from each other. The wand in his hand was no longer clear, leaving only a rough shape in the haze.
The originally distinct outline of the black wizard robe gradually melted into the surrounding environment, leaving only a vague black shadow.
He clearly felt the pain in his chest, as if it would tear him apart at any moment. He didn't dare to move any closer, nor did he want to move any closer.
This indescribable pain left his mind blank, and even his ability to think and judge seemed to have been largely lost. His heart seemed to have stopped beating, and his consciousness began to gradually fade, but his body kept running like a steam engine, forcing himself to maintain a last bit of clarity.
This kind of pain lasted for more than ten seconds, until a familiar scream sounded in his ears, which completely destroyed Harry's will.
"Harry, oh my god! You..."
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