Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"I don't want to go! I don't need to go to the hospital ward, I don't want to go!"

As soon as the History of Magic exam was over, Harry was cursed by Professor Tofty and taken to the ward.

Before stepping out of the examination room, Draco exchanged quick glances with Pansy and Daphne, then rushed to Umbridge's office.

Voldemort's plan kept coming to mind.

I can also not forget the sight of Harry rolling on the ground in the examination room, holding the scar on his forehead.

He could no longer care whether he really understood Voldemort's goals and plans.

I understand that there is no room for hesitation now.

He quickly ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, which had a wooden sign with the words "Principal" hanging on it.

In the name of the search team, they drove away the three or two students who were lingering in the corridor.

Fortunately, Umbridge's office had long been a forbidden area, and the long corridor was soon empty.

He hid outside the side pillar of the corridor and drew out his wand without hesitation.

He silently drew a half arc in the air, watching the wooden door being cracked by the black blade created by his wand.

Then he turned and slipped into the shade of the columns,

Seeing Umbridge step out of the office, looking around with a horrified expression.

As she turned her back to him, she quickly stepped out of the shadows.

A red light flashed, and I watched the short and fat body slowly fall forward.

It took some effort to cast a spell and drag Umbridge back to the office.

He took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it into Umbridge's mouth.

Knowing that the drug would make her unconscious for a long time, he still couldn't help but draw out his wand.

Thinking of what happened to Professor McGonagall last night, he silently cast several more Stunning Spells.

He looked coldly at Umbridge's pale face as she fainted and trembled unconsciously.

Another spell was cast, locking Umbridge in her trunk.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, I didn't expect that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of the past two years would have a similar experience.

After stepping out of the office and repairing the wooden door, I heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from the elevator hall.

Just as I was about to run to the opposite direction of the building, before I could reach the corner, I heard anxious conversations behind me.

I had to make do with hiding in the doorpost, and I recognized the sounds of Harry, Ron, and Hermione arguing.

"Wait a minute! I'll get her out of the way first, and you go in through the empty window on the other side."

"Someone previously placed a few glass beasts in Toad's office, where there are empty windows."

"I didn't have—"

"Harry! If we're discovered, we won't be able to do anything!"

In addition, there seem to be several voices that seem familiar but not very familiar.

"We'll help keep watch."

"Don't worry. The inspection team won't be here."

I caught a glimpse of Weasley knocking on the office door, but there was no response.

Meet Granger, Longbottom, the daughter of the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, and the Weasley siblings.

They were all anxious because Umbridge didn't respond.

"Never mind, maybe she's not here?"

Ron's words were a little guilty, and Hermione's response showed anxiety.

"If that's the case, it means we could be caught at any second..."

"Oh I wish Harry would be quicker!"

The remaining two people also interrupted nervously.

The girl with blonde hair was still as slow and steady as ever.

"How are you going to get to the mysterious department?"

"Don't worry about that yet, Luna."

Not only the Gryffindor at the scene, but also in the next five minutes,

Even Draco, who was dodging nearby, felt that every second seemed like years of torture.

Until Longbottom seemed unable to bear it any longer and spoke hesitantly.

"I...I'll go to that corridor over there to see if anyone is coming..."

As he said this, he took a step forward and was about to walk towards the pillar where he was hiding.

Draco bit his lip and tightened his grip on his wand.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the office door slammed open.

Harry's angry roar rose high.

"I saw Kreacher, he said they caught Sirius, in the Department of Mysteries!"

"Harry! You're cold first—"

"What are you calming down for? They caught Sirius!"

"Kreacher himself said, 'The Master will never come back from the Department of Mysteries again,' and then he disconnected the Floo Network!"

He found that Harry's hoarseness on the verge of collapse almost cut open his heartbeat.

Somehow, the bitterness that had always been locked deep in my heart suddenly rose up from the bottom of my stomach.

It burned my throat and made me sob helplessly.

The corridor suddenly fell silent, and then Harry's much calmer voice was heard.

"Get out of my way, Hermione. I need to go to the Department of Mysteries."

Harry's voice revealed an unchallengeable stubbornness.

Sounds came one after another.

"You think we'll let you go by yourself?"

Weasley's tone was a little weak, perhaps the result of being too nervous.

At about the same time, Granger also spoke in a hurt tone.

"I'll go too. Don't argue!"

"If... they do catch Sirius... arguing is just a waste of time."

“‘And us.’”

There was another period of silence, until Harry finally spoke again.

"Let's go."

I heard the footsteps and started to move, and found that I could no longer hold back.

"Stop, H-Potter."

As he stepped out of the corridor, he could clearly feel the surprise and hostility from Harry and everyone else.

Except Granger.

This opponent, who I accidentally called by name in my heart when we met last time,

He was looking towards him, asking for help.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I was surprised to find my voice was cold.

But it was no match for the cold arrows that shot from between Harry's lips and teeth, which pierced his heart and sprinkled blood.

"Save Sirius. De-Malfoy."

"He's considered a family member, right? What will you choose this time?"

She could only bite her lip tightly, and while looking at Granger, she secretly agreed.

Then, he frowned and raised his wand.

Amid Harry's almost insane sneer, he noticed that the tip of his wand was trembling.

I don't understand why, but every time my heart beats a little more, it's like torture.

A few rustling sounds were heard, and several figures on the opposite side took out their wands and pointed them at him.

"You don't want to stop us alone, do you, Malfoy?"

Weasley's mocking tone tempted displeasure.

Before he could reply, two screams came from the corner of the hallway.

“‘She’s not alone!’”

She turned around in surprise and joy, with a heroic look and determined steps that were elegant.

Pansy and Daphne walked out slowly, holding their wands, and came to his side.