Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The huge golden eyes looked at Draco fiercely, spitting out their snake tongue.

"To do that, I'll need to go to Azkaban."

"In that case, the Dark Lord could just blow open the prison door. Why bother?"

Voldemort's voice was high pitched.

Although he did not dare to use Legilimency on Voldemort, he could still sense it faintly.

This is more like a test after a surprise.

"Azkaban was invaded by force, and the Dark Lord's old men were rescued."

"It still has a different meaning than the mass escape of Death Eaters from Azkaban for unknown reasons."

Although he was confident that this was an answer that would please Voldemort, he still felt terrified.

"If it's the latter, father can convince the Minister of Magic that it's true,"

"These people followed Sirius Black's method to escape from prison."

Draco paused for a moment, wondering whether to speak his mind.

Then, under Voldemort's cold gaze, he decided to take a gamble.

"In addition, the master can also establish contact with the Dementors by visiting Azkaban."

He dared not speak any more directly, for fear that over-speculating on Voldemort's thoughts would lead to vigilance and danger.

But he secretly guessed that Voldemort would want to recruit Dementors into his camp sooner or later.

Judging from the giant snake's behavior and Voldemort's suddenly widened eyes, his suspicions were not surprising.

The night air gradually became condensed with Voldemort's silence.

I'm not sure if his silence was because my guess was exactly what Voldemort was planning.

This caused the arrogant demon king to become suspicious, or even to murder him.

Or was he just evaluating the suggestion he had made?

I thought I would be terrified to face Voldemort, but unexpectedly found that

His mind didn't seem to be shaken by Voldemort's majesty.

I still feel fear for Voldemort, but I find that this time, it is different from the first time I met him.

That is completely different from the horror of Dementors corroding souls and gnawing at bones.

"You have done well, beyond the Dark Lord's expectations."

"Voldemort will thank you profusely."

Voldemort finally spoke, red light flashing from his threat, but Draco only felt a slight chill in his heart.

It seems that my heart, which is as solid as ice and stone, has only a few corners hanging on the surface of the sea.

No matter how heavy the rain and how strong the wind are, they can only destroy a corner.

"Lucius, the Dark Lord is grateful for your daughter's service."

After Voldemort's cold words, he nodded with his father and quietly stepped away.

Following behind his father, before stepping into the main door of the house, he couldn't help but gently press his slightly sore left forearm.

-

"You don't have to do this, Draco."

Stepping into the hallway, Lucius whispered to his daughter.

Narcissa remained in the room on the second floor and did not join the conversation with Voldemort.

This was the Malfoy family's new habit which had begun a few days ago after Voldemort arrived at the manor in a dusty state.

Watching Voldemort enter the manor, Draco finally understood.

Why did my parents let me spend my summer vacation at my mother's house?

Voldemort chose Malfoy Manor as his base.

Draco spoke calmly as he listened to his father's words, placing his left hand on Lucius' arm.

"I joined because of the Notts' shenanigans."

"They should be appreciated by Voldemort because of this, right?"

Lucius stopped and after some hesitation, he gently patted the back of Draco's hand.

"You don't need to worry about that, Draco."

Draco looked at the tenderness in his father's eyes and smiled slightly, his eyes determined.

"I will not allow the Malfoys to fall from power, Dad."

"Both at the Ministry and before the Dark Lord."

When I looked into my father's eyes, I saw his worry and I held his hand tightly.

Lucius was silent for a while and then sighed deeply.

"Old Nott has always been sinister, but I think Kita is innocent."

"He was a quiet kid who just never got enough attention from his father."

As he spoke, there was another period of silence, followed by a sigh, and then he asked hesitantly.

"Draco, is everything alright at school?"

Draco simply raised his eyebrows slightly and let his father's palm gently hold the ends of his hair that felt like needles.

"That boy—"

Lucius opened his mouth again, but once again something stuck in his throat.

The corners of his mouth could only tremble slightly, and then he sighed deeply.

"well…..."

Seeing Lucius trying to hold back his discomfort, Draco stepped forward.

She hugged her father tightly and leaned softly against his chest.

"Thank you, Dad."

"It's all okay."

He patted his daughter's back for a long time before speaking softly again.

"Your Aunt Bella will be looking forward to seeing you. Just be careful on your own."

Draco nodded slightly at his father's affection, thankful that Voldemort never set foot in the main house.

He seemed to prefer sleeping outdoors with the giant python in the dark to prove that he had broken away from human living habits.

-

It was late at night after the start-of-term dinner, and Harry had just finished his first Occlumency lesson, filled with rage.

"That is different from our agreement, Dumbledore."

As Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, freshened up and prepared for bed,

In the familiar Oval Office, the dark robes exuded familiar anger.

There was also a familiar joy flickering behind the half-moon glasses.

Smoke echoed from a certain silverware on the desk, faintly revealing the ruined form of Azkaban.

It seems that while recording, it also leaked the content of the conversation between the two people not long ago.

"I have planted the seeds, Severus."

"What she needs now is careful cultivation."

"I don't think anyone would be more suitable for this responsibility than you. After all, you are so gentle."

Dumbledore said this cheerfully, playing with the silverware on his desk.

Snape's graphite eyes were almost malevolent.

"This is not a moment where you need to be glib, Dumbledore."

Faced with the threat, Dumbledore laughed out loud.

"Thank you for your concern, dear Severus."

"You know, I usually eat light food, but during the Christmas holidays, I can't help but eat more—"