Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Professor Moody!"

Before Moody could wave his wand again, Professor McGonagall exclaimed from the steps of the Great Hall.

Snape followed suit, his expression so cold that it was impossible to tell his emotions.

"What are you doing?"

Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

Before Moody could answer, Snape pulled out his wand and swung it, and the white cat instantly transformed back into Draco's form.

Her long blond hair was in disarray, with a few strands stuck to her cheeks.

Her pure eyes were red, but she tried to restrain herself from letting the tears well up.

He lay on the ground in a state of dejection, his left hand trembling as he tried to hold up his upper body.

Those eyes that looked like they might shed tears at any moment were still staring at Moody with pride and defiance.

The pain of being publicly humiliated and abused made Draco extremely uncomfortable.

But she was unwilling to show weakness in front of her perpetrator.

Seeing Draco's expression, Harry quickly reached into his backpack and fumbled around.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he put on his cloak and slowly approached the core of the chaos.

He didn't stop until he noticed the gaze of Moody's prosthetic eye.

I was secretly shocked, could it be that the magic eye can see through the invisible?

-

"I thought Dumbledore should have informed you,"

"We never use Transfiguration to punish students."

Snape spoke slowly.

The voice was cold and clear, a voice Harry had never heard in his four years at school.

As he spoke, he waved his wand again, draping a robe of enormous size over Draco's shoulders.

Pansy and Daphne ran to Draco and helped her up, their pretty eyes fixed on Moody angrily.

"What did she do?"

Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

"Nothing. She pointed her wand at me and for a second I thought a Death Eater was attacking me."

"You know, this kind of temperament is more or less contagious. Her father—"

Moody spoke nonchalantly.

Before he could finish his words, he heard the trembling voice of Draco, who was supported by his best friend.

"Did you know my father, Professor Moody?"

Moody's prosthetic eye moved rapidly, his words full of disdain.

"Your father and I have known each other for a long time."

"Tell him that Mad-Eye Moody has not forgotten what he did,"

"And Mad-Eye Moody has now set his sights on his daughter."

"Professor Moody!"

Realizing that Moody was openly threatening the students, Professor McGonagall quickly spoke up to stop him.

Moody sneered and turned to look at Snape, but his prosthetic eye was still staring at Draco.

"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"My old friend."

Moody's words drew everyone's attention to Snape.

Everyone knew that he had almost hinted that Draco's father had been a Death Eater.

This is of course a well-known rumor.

But Moody seemed to have something else in mind, wanting to say that the Potions Professor also had a lot to do with that person.

Professor McGonagall frowned deeply, but Snape just narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Moody meaningfully, waved his sleeves, and turned back to the auditorium.

"Professor Moody, we must go and have a serious talk with Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall looked at Moody worriedly.

Dumbledore's name finally made the seemingly wild and unscrupulous man restrained.

His eyes calmed down a lot, he took out the bottle of medicine from his arms and took a sip.

"Very good. Let's go."

Moody had just taken a step when two figures blocked his way.

Even the experienced Chief Auror was slightly surprised.

"You must apologize to Draco, Professor."

Daphne's tone was still gentle and peaceful, Pansy held her tightly.

She was deeply wary of Moody, fearing that this man would do something to hurt her sisters again.

"Ms. Greengrass, Ms. Parkinson, now is not the best time."

Professor McGonagall said accusingly.

She was also worried that the two of them might accidentally anger this old man with a changeable temper.

Moody just glanced at the two of them, snorted coldly and left.

-

Everyone's attention followed the professors as they left.

As the chaos seemed to be coming to an end, the open space gradually became noisy again, with mocking voices flashing from time to time.

Of course, many students were there to watch the show and laughed at the usually aloof queen when she was in trouble.

Amid the noise, Ron's confused voice could be heard from the Gryffindor students.

"Where did Harry go?"

Daphne and Pansy watched Professor McGonagall and Moody enter the Great Hall, then turned around to look for Draco, but there was no sign of him either.

"Astoria, have you seen Draco?"

"She...she said she wanted to be alone and asked us to go eat first. It's okay...it's okay."

Seeing Draco's face full of tears due to humiliation, he still couldn't help sniffing.

Daphne hugged her sister lovingly, unwilling to let her witness such a horrific scene.

"I can not eat."

Pansy said bluntly, her tone still filled with resentment.

"Me too."

Daphne agreed, and Astoria in her arms also nodded.

Decided to skip lunch and go straight back to the dorm to wait for Draco.

-

While everyone was attracted by the confrontation between the professors, Daphne and Pansy confirmed that they were fine.

He walked forward slowly, trying to block Moody's way.

Not long after they let go of each other, they felt a pair of invisible hands holding them.

It's clear what's going on without words.

After Draco gave instructions to Astoria, he let the invisible figure lead him away slowly.

As soon as he arrived at a less noticeable position in the crowd, he was covered with a cloak.

Under the cloak, the figure holding my back firmly led me to the shade of the tree on the outer wall of the auditorium without looking back.

The crowd had already gathered in front of the auditorium door, and there was no one at the edge of the open space.

"That way no one will see it."

Harry turned to face him and spoke softly.

He took out the handkerchief that he had given him in second grade and gently wiped his cheek.

After letting her reach out and hold the handkerchief, from the look in his green eyes, it seemed that he wanted to reach out and stroke her long hair.

Finally Harry managed to hold it back and turned his back to her.

"I can't see or hear."

"No need to be patient anymore."

The sweet words touched my heart and even tore apart my rationality.

Draco leaned his head timidly against Harry's back.

The tears of humiliation finally rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

"Yes...I'm sorry...let me lean on it...just for a little while..."

Harry looked up and pretended he hadn't heard anything.

Just put your left hand in your pocket and stretch your right palm behind you.

She felt Draco's delicate fingers grasping her robe sleeve tightly, and let her grievance and unwillingness warm her back.