Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Go wash up and have some rest. Spend some time with him when dad comes back later."

"Is Dad still busy?"

"He has some stuff to take care of."

"We'll talk about Harry again in a few days."

Narcissa smiled faintly, walked Draco to the bathroom, and gently stroked her daughter's smooth long hair.

Draco leaned his head slightly on Narcissa's hand, acted slightly coquettishly, then turned and walked into the bath.

Steam fills the air and thoughts race.

Although Narcissa acted calmly, Draco's daughter's intuition told him that

My mother must be worried about something, perhaps it was related to my father's late return home.

After washing up, I returned to the rest room in the tent.

I found my mother staring at the fire in a daze, with the ring with the Malfoy family crest on her right index finger, deep in thought.

"Mother?"

Draco called tentatively.

Narcissa turned around and stood up to greet her daughter.

On the way to send her daughter back to her room, she kept speaking softly.

"Don't worry. Go back to your room first. Remember, noble ladies have their own secrets."

She didn't want to tell her daughter what was troubling Lucius.

He was especially unwilling to have his daughter's romantic night overshadowed by the couple's past history.

-

?That was shortly after the tournament ended.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were slightly drunk, approached Lucius and talked about the former Death Eaters such as Nott.

Outraged at the number of Muggle-blooded wizards and witches reveling at the event.

Planning what to do.

Lucius hesitated.

This behavior was too reckless and was obviously the result of being too drunk.

It was not until Narcissa reminded him in his ear that he agreed to go to their party.

"Remember what Severus said that night?"

-

Draco returned to his room with the help of his mother.

The tenderness and warmth of being with Harry has been diluted a lot by his parents' secret.

But she also understood that in this regard, she and her mother had almost the same temper.

Until my mother is willing to speak, I can only wait.

He took out travel stationery, pen and ink from his luggage and started writing in a hurry.

I hope to confirm with Severus that our private lessons will continue this year.

The practice since the second grade has enabled Draco to further control his emotions and moods.

But she was still not sure whether this level had met Severus' requirements.

After writing the first letter, another piece of stationery was selected.

After quickly writing the first line of the second letter, I hesitated, not knowing how to start.

?My dear Pot Harry,

I... thank you for tonight

After so much editing and revising, it was already past midnight when the letter was sealed with wax.

Just as I stepped out of the room, I wanted to go back to the fire to see my mother again.

My father walked into the tent, contrary to his usual calmness.

"Narcissa! Draco!"

He was already shouting loudly before he had even hung up his cane.

Narcissa stood up hastily, a worried look on her face.

Draco had already stepped forward to hug Lucius, comforting his father.

"Every one of them was drunk and really wanted to make trouble."

Lucius complained, almost sneering.

"Extremely stupid."

Narcissa frowned as well, no longer hiding her displeasure.

Then she changed her tone and comforted her husband.

"You know what you have to do. Remember, you have to keep the situation under control."

"Thanks a lot."

Narcissa kissed Lucius on the cheek, and the three of them embraced each other in the tent lobby.

Before Lucius left, he remembered Snape's advice on the night he swore his oath.

"If the Dark Lord is resurrected, you must be able to convince him,"

"Your actions were all to protect the surviving Death Eaters."

"Retain the fighting power for his return."

My heart was heavy with worry, and I no longer cared which boy my daughter went out with tonight.

She kissed Narcissa's cheek tenderly, and then kissed Draco's forehead lovingly.

After hugging the mother and daughter tightly, he turned and left.

-

After Lucius left, Narcissa also hugged Draco.

"Mom is going to help gather the people who might be separated."

"It's going to be a little dangerous out there, but Mom wants you to go find Daphne and Pansy."

"Help take care of the frightened children, okay?"

Narcissa looked at Draco with a serious look.

"Dad has to do some annoying things, and we can only try to help him."

"I'll explain it to you when I get home."

Draco looked back at Narcissa, his eyes radiating pride and determination.

"Don't worry. I'm the only descendant of the Malfoy and Black families."

Narcissa looked proudly at the graceful girl in front of her.

She is no longer the girl who used to stick to me and tell me bedtime stories.

"Very good. Go now, the women of the Malfoy and Black families are not easy to deal with."

Leading Draco out of the tent, they went to both sides.

Draco watched his mother disappear into the night.

In my heart, I silently called out the name that I had been missing for more than a year.

I had made up my mind when my mother asked me to help.

Under Severus's teaching, I have long understood that Slytherin will never waste my efforts in vain.

Especially tonight, it seems that something big will happen that will involve my father and the Malfoy family.

Since you can't stay out of it, the more allies and helpers you can find, the better.

After confirming the transmission of thoughts, he was about to run quickly towards the tents of Greengrass and Parkinson's family.

Suddenly, a sinister whisper sounded beside me.

"The Malfoy daughter?"

"Bah, the offspring of An Yi."

"Damn traitor, only in this way can you be worthy of serving your master."

Draco raised his wand and turned around hastily.

There was no one in sight.

Just when I realized what might have happened, the eerie, low-pitched chanting of a curse reached my ears.

"The soul leaves the body."

The sound of the mantra disappeared from my ears, and my mind was left blank.

The right hand that was holding up the wand drooped limply, but the left palm was still stubbornly covering the chest.

He protested against the sudden attack by a trivial act.

Even if he lost his mind, the thing he was most reluctant to give up was the envelope in his inner pocket that he had not yet handed over.

It seems to remind myself that the letter paper carries the feelings that cannot be taken away by anyone and proves that the spirit still exists.

"The eyes are very nice."

Draco's eyes, already blurred by the spell, still contained resentment and anger.

This made the still invisible figure in front of him secretly admire.

She strengthened her strength in her heart and urged Draco to let go of his left hand that was tightly clenched on his chest.

Draco just stood there trembling, motionless.

The man who attacked spat at this.

"Hmph, can you still resist? You are still too weak."

Just as he finished speaking, the trembling voice of the elf sounded behind him.

"The little...the little master promised Winky that he would not hurt Miss Malfoy."

Shanshan kept kicking himself while talking.

His eyes were filled with fear, and I don't know whether he was blaming himself for disobeying an order, or he was terrified by the smoke that was already rising from the camp.

"Of course not. I just want her to stay here, out of danger."

He spoke with a hint of impatience, and the elf seemed pleased with this.

"Is the young master protecting the younger generation that the master admires?"

"Great! The master will be very happy!"

Since the Crouch family fell apart, Winky's only hope is for the reunion of father and son.

I don't care how much torture I have to endure for such a small wish.

The young master's consideration for his father's words and actions at this moment made Shanshan overjoyed.

He ignored the sluggish and frantic eyes under the invisibility cloak, staring at Draco and whispering secretly.

"Now, how can I use you to teach these opportunists a lesson?"

Before he could make a decision, a strong force pulled him from behind.

"Winky! What are you doing?"

"There's a riot coming outside, Winky needs to take the young master and Miss Malfoy away!"

"People running around might discover the little master. Shanshan can't let the little master be discovered."

It seemed that because of little Barty's speech, Shanshan's tense mood, which had been tense for a long time, was relieved.

Although he was still punishing himself, his tone revealed a long-lost firmness.

Little Barty smiled secretly.

The elf's wishful thinking brought him many conveniences, especially at this moment.

He agreed to Shanshan's request, looked at the joy in her eyes, and let himself walk into the woods with her.

While she was not paying attention, he gave the order to the girl who was cursed by him.

After the elf and the invisible figure left, Draco also walked away listlessly.

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