Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Draco's words lingered in Harry's ears, but the rain dripping on his body no longer seemed real.

A strong wind blew past and he was almost knocked off his broom, but fortunately Draco caught himself.

I realized at some point that I had loosened my grip on the broom handle.

"Even so, you still hope that I won't go find him?"

Draco's voice was so hoarse in his throat that he could hardly recognize it as his own voice.

There was some fear in Draco's eyes, and Harry believed that his face must be extremely ugly now.

But that look only lasted for a moment. Seeing the pain in Harry's eyes, Draco knew that it was a feeling he had never experienced.

He could only firmly stretch out his right hand and gently touch Harry's left cheek.

My heartbeat became more and more intense because of this bold and impolite behavior.

"No."

Knowing that I was shivering not from the cold, but from honesty.

"I don't think this is true."

"So I don't want you to take risks for it."

The two people who were exposed to the wind and rain at a high place had cold and wet limbs.

Draco's palm and gentle eyes gradually warmed Harry's troubled mood.

Harry raised his hand towards his face as well, and gently stroked the back of Draco's hand.

Gazing at her rosy face, listening to her explanation.

"Mother said that Black—he is my cousin—has hated dark magic and dark wizards since he was a child."

"I almost severed my relationship with the Black family because of this."

"She was not quite sure that such a person would suddenly change his personality and join that person."

"So...she thinks the betrayer is someone else?"

Draco nodded.

"Me too, just like mom."

"I also think that maybe, Uncle Sirius was framed."

As I said this, I couldn't help feeling guilty.

She couldn't tell Harry that her father had never seen Sirius around the Dark Lord.

There was no way to tell Harry that the real traitor had a code name - Wormtail.

This is a secret between her and her father.

At the same time, Draco was not ready to talk about his father's past as a Death Eater in front of Harry.

After Draco's explanation, Harry's emotions, which had been surging like a raging tide, suddenly calmed down and his brows were deeply furrowed.

"If that's the case, why did he come to me?"

Another gust of wind blew by, and Harry raised his other hand to push back Draco's bangs that were messed up by the wind and rain and covered his forehead.

Draco's heart was pounding, and he said something in a shy and helpless manner that surprised Harry again.

"He is your godfather." Before he could react, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

From somewhere deep in the clouds below them came the impatient whistle of Madam Hooch.

I don't know which team called a timeout. After exchanging glances, Draco hurriedly struggled to free his right hand from Harry's grasp.

"You go down first, I'll come down from the other side after a while." Harry said softly.

I thought that they must not descend at the same time, lest the gossip that had been calmed down with great difficulty would be reignited.

But at the same time, he didn't want to let Draco stay in the wind and rain for a moment longer.

Understanding Harry's thoughtfulness, Draco smiled sweetly and flew towards the ground.

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"Wood called a timeout."

As soon as I landed, I heard Fulin speaking with disdain.

"What's the score?" Draco asked hurriedly, feeling a little guilty.

Slytherin's Seeker was in the game again, focusing his attention on things other than Quidditch.

"Forty to ninety, we're behind. The wind and rain are too strong!"

Draco immediately understood what Flynn meant.

Gryffindor is famous for its well-organized Chaser lineup that quickly scores points, trying to either widen the score gap or reduce the point deficit before the end of the game.

Slytherin's best tactic is to use the Beater to attack the opponent's Seeker, a routine defensive counterattack.

This was clearly a tactic tailor-made for Gryffindor, but this kind of weather was not conducive to its implementation.

The wind resistance and rain seriously slowed down Borg's flying speed, and the slippery bat made it even more difficult to hit the center of the ball accurately.

Except for the three goals scored by Slytherin at the beginning of the game, Gryffindor's chasers have gradually taken control of the situation.

This means that the longer the game drags on, the higher the chances of Slytherin losing.

Fortunately, Wood suddenly called a timeout. "I will find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible."

The captain assured Fulin with a reassuring smile.

After a simple regrouping, they were about to take off again and return to the game.

Draco found that the Gryffindor players were looking at the sky anxiously, and Wood was gesticulating nervously to Madam Hooch.

Three minutes had passed since the pause, and Harry hadn't landed yet.

Draco gritted his teeth, mounted his broom, and rushed towards the clouds before Flynn and Madam Hooch could stop him.

Before he even reached the height of the goalpost, a familiar yet ominous chill came over him.

Looking down, I saw a group of tall figures wearing black hats and cloaks entering the stadium.

The players on the field, including Madam Hooch, huddled down with their heads in their hands.

The coldness in my stomach and intestines grew heavier, and I secretly felt strange.

As fear, despair and coldness pierced into his internal organs, two Dementors with outstretched claws surrounded him.

It was not until this moment that I understood why I felt suffocated even though the Dementors were so far away from the ground.

The discomfort spreading in my chest exacerbated the uneasiness deep inside.

Where the hell is Harry? After lowering the broom head, flip it to the right and pull it up quickly.

He easily avoided the Dementors around him, but his broom was shaking.

This made Draco secretly miss the performance of the Firebolt.

In just a few seconds, the distance to the top of the goal post was widened.

He raised his head and rushed straight upwards, and with the help of the intersecting electric lights, he discovered that not far away, the Light Wheel 2000 was losing speed and falling outside the stadium.

He glanced around anxiously and caught a glimpse of a figure drifting away.

Above that, were three more Dementors moving towards him.

Without a second thought, he pressed down on his broom and sprinted at full speed towards the falling figure.

The violent air currents pierced my ears and the heavy rain hit my head and neck like hail, causing pain.

Although he quickly reached Harry, who had lost his focus and fallen off his broom, it took a lot of effort.

He stretched out to the right, and with great difficulty, he managed to hook Harry's arm with his right hand during a dive.

But she was nearly dragged off the broom by his falling weight.

The left hand holding the broom handle quickly pulled up the broom, trying to use the speed of climbing to offset the impact of Harry's fall.

Unexpectedly, he ran into the Dementors that had been chasing him, and the invisible face under the hood was right in front of him.

His heart felt cold, his mind panicked, and his left hand hurriedly pulled out his wand.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Just as I saw a silver-white ball of light coming out of the tip of the wand, it was ripped off by Harry who was falling to the ground...