Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"The Dark Lord needs a powerful hostage who can seduce Harry Potter."

"Miss Bella wants to know who Harry Potter cares most about in this world."

Thinking about what Kreacher said before he died, he suddenly understood.

His left hand was wrapped in a bandage, indicating that he was injured for some reason.

"Kreacher lied. Kreacher must protect Miss Narcissa's daughter."

Looking at the empty room after Kreacher left, the residual sound echoed in the gradually warming air.

The impact of the afterglow hit my chest and hurt my heart.

It seems to remind myself once again that forgetting is far from being as easy as I thought.

Fortunately, I will soon be burying myself in books and notes again.

This was not the first time Draco had expressed his gratitude. All of this happened before the elementary wizarding test.

Even the severe pain before Christmas that almost consumed my bones and flesh could be suppressed by the weight of the books.

Although Kreacher's words before he left were heart-wrenching, he was still preparing for the exam.

Hastily, it was torn away like a whirlwind.

I am glad that I get used to things so quickly, but I also hate letting this habit protect me.

Apart from the exam, what lingers in my mind is no longer the self-pity I felt at the beginning.

Instead, he slowly pondered, step by step, how to deal with Voldemort without endangering his family business.

No matter how heartbreaking the lovesickness is, it can only destroy yourself who has fallen in love with the wrong person and go back to the way things were before.

And in the past, everyone knew that the only daughter of the Malfoy family did not need anyone's sympathy, let alone pity.

Only in the midnight dream, in the dead of night after closing the book by candlelight,

Only then did I secretly allow myself to uncover the bitterness and sorrow buried deep in my heart, which flowed out from my chest and churned my intestines.

-

The time leading up to exam season always goes by incredibly fast.

The corridors of the castle were already filled with a negative atmosphere woven from all kinds of anxiety.

The students who took the elementary and final wizard tests became demonic beings.

Let the lower grade students avoid it as much as possible.

Even Hermione, who was top of the grade, was worried about preparing for the exam.

As long as any student dared to make too much noise and disrupted her from reciting from her books,

would draw a chilling stare from the Gryffindor Prefect.

New rumors also began to spread on campus.

It is said that around Gryffindor Tower there are always Dementors with hair frizzier than a lion's.

Fortunately, with the help of Severus, both he and Daphne Pansy escaped the employment consultation.

He just asked Umbridge coldly, "Do you think they need to worry about work?"

So he asked the three people to leave the office.

It is during this season that people gradually realize that

Why is Slytherin always called the house where nobles gather?

Draco, Pansy, and Daphne always stay up late to study like everyone else.

Yet he still maintained the temperament of an aristocrat and never allowed himself to show any sign of fatigue outside the bedroom.

Draco kept himself unusually busy.

In addition to preparing for the exam,

Dark Arts practice for Daphne, Pansy and Nott, as well as lessons with Severus, also continued.

The only difference is that Umbridge seems determined.

She wanted to use the results of this exam as her performance as acting principal.

As a result, the frequency of the picket team's actions was greatly reduced.

But this only freed up Draco's time.

I can only think carefully about the clues revealed by Kreacher and Voldemort's plan.

It has gradually become clear that the weapon Voldemort wants is in the mysterious department.

What is hard to guess is that, judging from Kreacher's words, Voldemort's plan to obtain weapons is...

It seems to involve fictitious hostages to lure Harry into the Department of Mysteries.

Unless the weapon has something to do with Harry,

Or Voldemort intended to use the weapon to murder Harry once he had it,

Otherwise, it would be impossible to figure out why the plan to obtain weapons must be related to Harry.

But this conjecture can only stay in my mind.

Remind yourself from time to time.

There is too much uncertain information, and I don't have time to waste on speculation.

But the thoughts that I kept thinking about over and over again would inevitably come to my mind when I was falling asleep.

-

The elementary witch test will begin soon.

The first day of Charms and Transfiguration exams ended with wailing.

The content of the written test was relatively easy, but there were some unexpected events in the magic test.

While casting the levitation spell, Harry also entered the examination room.

Professor Tofty, the invigilator, suddenly uttered an inappropriate exclamation.

"Potter, the famous Potter?"

"My cousin Sarah also works at the Ministry of Magic and helps plan the Quidditch World Cup."

"She said that the two of them sat together at last year's World Cup and the picture was a perfect match."

"Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, it is indeed a talented man and a beautiful woman. A talented man and a beautiful woman."

The slightly rude remarks and Harry's somewhat stunned dry laugh,

This distracted Draco and caused him to smash the wine glass that was floating in the air to the ground.

The next day's Defense Against the Dark Arts was even easier for Draco.

The only difficulty comes from the inexplicably talkative Professor Tofty.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam was over, Professor Tofty just kept clapping.

"Excellent, excellent! Just like the previous candidate, flawless."

"Well, that's enough, Malfoy. Unless -"

He looked around at the interested examiners mysteriously and smiled with sincere encouragement.

"The previous examinee successfully cast the Patronus Charm. To be fair, would you like to give him some extra points as well?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, but was reluctant to draw his wand.

Unconsciously, I have secretly regarded my patron saint as a deeply locked up past, and would not reveal my true feelings no matter what.

He shook his head slightly and as he walked away, he heard Professor Tofty sigh.

"Oh, I thought I could witness Potter and Malfoy interacting for two days straight."

As the elementary witch test entered its second week in full swing,

Draco had begun to realize clearly that not all subjects required full effort.

His performance in Potions was just barely satisfactory, and he had given up on the upcoming course in Breeding of Magical Creatures.

Overall, the performance of the main subjects in the first week was not too bad.

The second week, except for Potions and Astronomy, which were full of anticipation, everything else was a bit miserable.

I admit that I have never received a very good education in the breeding of magical animals.

The history of magic also only remembers the chapters related to the nobility and high politics.

But in the second week of exams, the focus quickly shifted to the practical test in astronomy.

Somehow, it seemed that Professor McGonagall had been hit with a Stunning Charm near Hagrid's hut.

The magic exam was thrown into chaos.

Even Professor Tofty lost his composure the moment Professor McGonagall was attacked.

"A gargoyle that can run! There's no need to go to such lengths to give a warning! How abominable!"

"Coward! Tasteless coward! Try this!"

"Catch him! Catch him and don't let him run away!"

Professor Tofty, Hagrid, and Umbridge screamed one after another.

Accompanied by the indignant shouts and screams of Hermione, Harry and other Gryffindor students.

The magic exam ended in such a mess.

The candidates from the four colleges had no intention of staying in the astronomy tower for long.

The bad luck in exams continued until the last exam in History of Magic.

Harry suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground screaming...

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Asking for gifts, paid gifts, free gifts for love (you can send three)

Inspiration:

The past has been neglected for three hundred years,

Nowadays, hundreds of dreams are hard to pursue.

In the past, three thousand words were not enough to read.

And now the three hundred are also alienated.