Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

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Draco nodded, looked at Goyle and Nott who were walking slowly towards him with a slightly evasive look, and spoke softly.

"That's why I want to tell you seriously, maybe..."

Try to say the words you practiced in your heart during Christmas.

But the warmth from Pansy and Daphne's palms kept disturbing his thoughts.

I wanted to pull back my hands, but they just held them tighter.

"No maybes. We'll still be with you."

Pansy said awkwardly, and there was no fear in Daphne's gentle gaze.

"We discussed this when we didn't hear from you over the summer, Draco."

"This is our decision."

Looking at his best friend's sincere but determined eyes, Draco's eyes were suddenly filled with a sour feeling.

Fortunately, Pansy pinched Draco's cheek and said playfully.

"Mom and Dad didn't join Voldemort last time either."

"They're still friends with Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa too, aren't they?"

"We won't lose to them."

Draco opened his mouth slightly, but before he could make a sound, Daphne responded to his concern.

Listening to her and Pansy's words, he suppressed the unbearable feelings in his heart.

Sometimes I am not sure whether this tacit understanding that we have had since childhood is good or bad.

“This is dangerous, and we know it.”

"That's why I need your help."

Listening to Daphne's words, his interest gradually increased, and he saw the gleam in Pansy's eyes.

"You two wouldn't..."

Draco narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and a sense of foreboding gradually passed through his heart.

"'Teach us how to duel!'"

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Goyle and Nott had already arrived at the sofa area, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Until Pansy's scolding broke their line of sight.

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as Pansy's words came out, Goyle acted as if he had received some military order.

His hands were placed stiffly beside his legs, his back was turned, and his eyes were staring at the wall.

At the same time, he replied to Pansy like an order.

"Nott said he has something to ask Miss Malfoy."

Nott looked at Draco with a cowering look, and after a long moment he spoke tremblingly.

"Ms. Malfoy..."

Draco narrowed his eyes and stared at Nott again, wanting to confirm his father's suspicion once again.

It seems that Nott really just accepted his father's suggestion and made the ring.

Little did he know that Old Nott handed the ring directly to Voldemort.

Draco's cold gaze made Nott unable to apologize. (To explain, Voldemort and Draco's consciousness were connected through this ring.)

"It's not easy for you, Nott."

"Although the main reason was my negligence, you did cause me to fail."

Draco's self-deprecating tone sounded like cold anger to Nott, and he was at a loss for what to do for a moment.

"I...I'm so sorry, Miss Malfoy..."

As Nott spoke, he gently pressed his right hand on his left elbow, as if he wanted to roll up his sleeves.

He had just started to move when Daphne closed her eyes nervously and Pansy turned her head away.

Gole, who was originally looking at the corner, noticed it and quickly came over.

He held down Nott's restless right palm and shook his head solemnly.

Nott swallowed and stammered.

"I...I also...add...add..."

Draco held up two fingers, motioning for Notto to continue.

Xiu Ya frowned and looked at Nott carefully, only to find that his face was ashen and his eyes had deep dark circles.

Seeing Nott's emotions through his eyes, he knew that he had not yet recovered from the fear of Voldemort.

Draco's voice was clear and his commanding words were firm and decisive.

"Don't touch it in school."

The moment his eyes met Nott's, he asked in a serious tone.

"Did he force you to join, too?"

Nott wrinkled his nose, looked sad, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

But not only Draco, but also Daphne Pansy and even Goyle knew that

Tears are just the result of emotional excitement, but they don't necessarily come from fear.

Perhaps more than that, it is self-blame and guilt.

"I volunteered."

Nott said this through gritted teeth and shook his head vigorously.

"why?"

Daphne asked with a sigh that was almost surprising.

Nott lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before speaking slowly.

"I made a mistake and I should bear the consequences."

Hearing Nott's answer, Pansy showed an expression of disbelief.

"So you decided to join Black... Him?"

If Draco hadn't known the seriousness of the topic, he would have almost lost his voice.

"How should I put it...very...brave? I almost thought you were Gryffindor, Nott..."

Under the gazes of the three Slytherin daughters, each of whom had different reactions,

Nott felt uneasy under the overwhelming aura of the three noblemen.

I am also a pureblood, but I can't explain why.

It's just an indescribable fear of the three people who are always the focus of social interaction.

I can only escape from sight once again, in the small space in my mind,

Those magic props that have been neatly disassembled and neatly arranged, waiting to be reassembled.

Thinking of this, I felt a little more stable, but I still didn't dare to look the three people in the eye.

He continued looking at his toes and spoke hesitantly.

"S...Slytherin, not necessarily...not necessarily without principles, Miss Malfoy."

Listening to Nott's words, Pansy, Daphne and Draco exchanged glances again.

Everyone was a little surprised by the sense of justice in Nott's character.

I also found the way he thought of making up for it strange.

"Your father must be very proud too, right? You've got the mark before you even graduate."

Draco said tentatively.

Nott finally raised his face and gave a weak, struggling smile.

"My father was slightly satisfied, but he was more concerned about Miss Malfoy being praised by the Dark Lord."

After Nott finished speaking, he suddenly took a step back and slowly squatted down with his knees outward.

At the same time, he bowed forward and performed court etiquette with excessive solemnity.

The three of them exchanged glances again.

Daphne was always somewhat troubled by Nott's overly formal manners.

Pansy couldn't help but smile, with a hint of laughter in the corners of her eyes.

"My father hopes that the Notts will have the honor of serving the Malfoys."