Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Draco? Draco? Draco!"

"ah!!!"

"Pan...Pansy...? Why are you so scary all of a sudden!?"

After breakfast, in the Slytherin common room, the Malfoy daughter suddenly screamed.

Fortunately, most of the students were crowded in the library, preparing for the exams.

The students who stayed in the lounge did not dare to look at them any longer after they found out that the people who spoke were the three daughters of freshmen.

"Are you okay? What happened to the labor service?"

Daphne asked worriedly, patting the back of Draco's hand gently.

Ever since his labor service in the Forbidden Forest, Draco had been absent-minded from time to time.

This always caused Pansy to try all kinds of methods to get Draco's attention back.

In response to Daphne and Pansy's concern, he always smiled faintly and just said that he met a centaur and was a little frightened.

He didn't dare to tell the two of them directly about Firenze's reminders and hints.

The Dark Lord is in the Forbidden Forest.

And Quirrell may be trying to help the Dark Lord steal the Philosopher's Stone.

In this way, the question of why Quirrell wanted to kill Harry Potter is also solved.

But what Draco found hard to believe was the news that the Dark Lord was still alive.

I discovered from childhood that although the story of Harry Potter defeating the Dark Lord is well known to everyone,

But my parents were never very enthusiastic about this legend.

My mother only said that it is best to tell as few stories as possible about the Dark Lord.

My father would just close his eyes sadly and sigh softly.

It was not until a few years before school that my father would explain, after a period of silence,

The Dark Lord's fall from power indirectly led to the increasingly rampant corruption of the wizarding world by the descendants of Muggles in recent years.

I remember a few years ago, I accidentally saw my father in the study.

From the bookshelf, he took down a wooden box that he had never been allowed to approach.

He pulled out something trimmed in black leather, muttering to himself.

Draco secretly made up his mind that he must ask his father about the Dark Lord's deeds during the summer vacation.

Now, perhaps what he could do was to discuss with Severus what he knew.

But as Severus's attitude had shown when Draco had caught up with him after the recent Potions class -

Before that, I have more troublesome things to deal with: the freshman year exam is just around the corner.

After all the exams in various subjects were over, Draco finally had time to have a long talk with Severus alone.

But surprisingly, when Draco asked suggestively whether Quirrell might be helping the Dark Lord steal the Philosopher's Stone,

Severus simply closed his eyes deeply and sank into the armchair beside the fireplace without saying a word.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

"Don't get involved in this anymore. I'll tell Professor Dumbledore."

His dark eyes narrowed into lines, and his tone was gentle, but it couldn't hide his heavy thoughts.

"You did well, Draco."

"Twenty points for Slytherin."

He evasively said this before standing up, opening the office door and motioning Draco to return to the common room.

The expression on his face showed that he didn't want to talk about this matter any more.

Draco could only return to the dormitory in confusion, but a few nights later, he encountered something even stranger.

That was when Pansy, Daphne and I returned to the dormitory after washing up.

I saw a note similar to the one on Christmas Eve lying quietly next to the pillow.

The handwriting was the same, except it said "Watch out Harry Potter."

-

After the exam, although the course continues,

But for freshmen, all that remains is to wait for the results to be announced and for the holidays to begin.

Draco therefore had the opportunity to use his spare time to observe the actions of the Gryffindor trio.

He found that Harry was similar to himself, and his spirit seemed tense after the adventure in the Forbidden Forest.

The Gryffindor students were still upset about his huge point deduction, but Harry obviously didn't care anymore.

When passing by me, there are more eye contact and more tacit understanding.

It was as if, after the Forbidden Forest, each of them could more or less guess each other's intentions.

Draco knew that Harry was still on guard against the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry also understood that Draco was watching his actions.

Especially, when I visited Hagrid, I learned that he had actually

When I was drunk, I told a stranger that I had learned Maomao's secret.

As Harry, Ron and Hermione ran anxiously through the castle's entrance hall,

Draco, Pansy and Daphne were in the lobby of the revolving staircase, leaning against the stone handrails and talking elegantly.

But Harry did not miss the fleeting look Draco glanced at him.

Draco also noticed the nervousness and panic in Harry's eyes as he ran wildly.

Draco arrived at dinner time with a heavy heart, and was surprised to find that Professor Dumbledore was not present at the high table.

At the same time, Draco also noticed that Harry was extremely restless and whispering with Ron and Hermione during the meal.

Even glanced at me from time to time.

It seems that they are arguing about something.

Before the dessert was served, Hermione was seen nodding vigorously.

Harry stood up quickly, and Ron followed reluctantly.

Before the trio walked out of the restaurant, Harry glanced at him vaguely.

"I'm full, I'll go back first."

Draco quickly left his seat, looking at the surprised looks of Pansy and Daphne, and decided to make up an excuse.

"Don't wait for me, I'm going to look for Severus later."

Then, he stopped at the door of the empty restaurant.

I originally thought that Harry meant to be waiting for me here and wanted to say something important.

I just frowned and was frightened by the sudden noise.

"Dumbledore has left the school. We are to guard the Philosopher's Stone tonight at midnight."

When Draco heard Harry's voice, he remembered that Harry was also invisible on Christmas Eve.

-

As midnight approached, Draco quietly slipped out of the common room and came to the third floor corridor again.

But after waiting for a while, I heard a rustling sound.

There was a gentle flash of silver, and Harry lifted the invisibility cloak, revealing the Gryffindor trio.

Draco raised his eyebrows in displeasure and glared at Harry coldly.

"be late."

"Uh...sorry...we're having a little trouble."

"Neville is trying to stop us."

Looking at Draco's expression, Harry could only smile awkwardly and scratch his head to apologize.

At the same time, their conjecture was briefly explained.

Dumbledore received the notice and left the school.

This made them think that Snape would definitely take action tonight to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

What Harry didn't say was that he and Ron had been arguing in the restaurant about whether or not to include Draco in the operation.

Harry's idea was that since Draco also knew what was hidden in the Forbidden Forest,

Perhaps, she would be willing to help the three of them and prevent the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen.

After all, although she disagreed with the murderer, she shared his desire to prevent the theft of the Philosopher's Stone.

Having an assistant who is on par with Hermione would be of some benefit.

Ron objected until Hermione pointed out that

If they succeeded in involving Draco, what if the three of them really had to face Snape?

Perhaps, there could be one more advantageous weapon.

-

Hearing that the three of them still believed that Severus was the mastermind, Draco snorted in displeasure.

"I still think that dragging her into this might just give Malfoy an opportunity to help Snape."

Hearing Draco's disapproving reaction, Ron spoke to Harry angrily.

The content of the conversation was directed at Draco, but he never looked at Draco.

She narrowed her eyes in anger at Ron's rudeness again.

"I am assisting Severus."

The tone was so cold that Harry couldn't help but frown.

"Help him, stop Quirrell, and stop you from doing stupid things."

As she spoke, she shook her head, and the ends of her hair once again brushed Harry's cheek.

Only this time, Harry dodged it skillfully.

"Do you know how to pass the first level?"

Draco asked quietly before reaching his hand over the wooden door, earning a sarcastic retort from Hermione.

"Of course we do."

"I thought you knew that too. You overhear pretty much everything, don't you?"

Ron sneered, and Draco turned his back to the three of them, his face flushed with embarrassment at being eavesdropped.

Fortunately, Harry silently took out a rough wooden flute, put it to his lips, and resolved the crisis.

After signaling Draco to open the door, the roar of the three-headed dog just came out and the notes were played.

The sound of the recorder was rough, and Draco, who was used to listening to Daphne playing the lute, looked unbearable.

But strangely enough, as soon as the three-headed dog heard the music, it fell into a deep sleep as if dead.

"Keep blowing."

Ron said, while asking Hermione.

"We can open the trapdoors now. Do you want to go through the first one, Hermione?"

"No, I don't want it!"

"Ok."

Hermione refused in horror, and Ron gritted his teeth and pulled open the trap door.

I just lay down next to the trap door, trying to see what was hidden inside, but found nothing.

"There's nothing to see, and there are no stairs."

"It seems that we can only jump."

Ron said with some frustration, while Harry, who was playing the recorder, waved his hands quickly.

"You want to lead the charge?"

Ron asked in surprise. Harry nodded firmly and then looked at Draco.

He pointed at himself, then at the recorder.

Obviously, she was expected to take over the playing so that Harry could go ahead.

After realizing Harry's intention, Draco's eyes suddenly widened.

Her cheeks turned red instantly, the back of her neck felt hot, and she stared back at Harry with three parts embarrassment and seven parts anger.

He puffed up his cheeks, looked around, and walked to Maomao's feet.

He bent down, picked up the harp that had been left on the ground, and plucked the strings.

At the same time, he spoke with awkward anger.

"Miss, I don't have to take over your broken flute."

"Jump down now, Potter!"

Faced with Draco's sudden anger, Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion.

Hermione tried to hold back her laughter and rolled her eyes.

Harry was still hesitating about Draco's anger, and after being glared at by her again, he reluctantly came to the trap door.

"Uh...Okay..."

"If anything happens to me, send a letter to Dumbledore using Hedwig right away, okay?"

Having said that, after Hermione and Ron nodded, he jumped down.

-

"No problem! Come down!"

"Safe landing! You can jump now, Hermione!"

After Harry and Ron jumped down the trapdoor, Hermione glanced at Draco and also jumped down the trapdoor.

Ron's call still did not mention Draco, but Draco didn't care.

He walked closer to the trap door while strumming the harp, then let go and jumped.

It fell like a leaf into the soil, but it was safe because it hit a soft plant.

At the same time, the music stopped and the howling of a three-headed dog was heard from above.

"We must be several miles below the school."

In the darkness, Hermione spoke quietly, and Ron responded happily.

“We are lucky to have these plants!”

"Lucky you! Look at yourself!"

Hermione yelled angrily, but Draco and Harry were no longer interested in listening to her argument with Ron.

It seemed that Hermione and Ron hit an area with sparse vegetation when they landed.

Harry and Draco were not so lucky.

The two landed in the densest area, and while Ron and Hermione were talking,

Harry and Draco had to use all their strength to resist the tendrils of branches that were entangled in them.

"Devil-cough-devil's snare!"

Draco struggled to speak, his hands bound, and he cleverly avoided the branches that were trying to strangle his throat.

"That's so helpful! Knowing its name!"

Ron sneered angrily, dodging a vine as well.

"Don't make a fuss! I know how to deal with it. Just burn it with fire—"

Hermione shouted anxiously.

Draco nodded repeatedly as if he was saved. She now had no time to argue.

The branches of the Devil's Snare almost wrapped around Draco's cheek.

"Please hurry up! I can't...can't...breathe..."

Harry rushed for help.

Hermione's response nearly caused Draco to lose his life to the aggressive vines.

"I know! I know! But there's no wood!"

The anxious cry made Draco roll his eyes and almost dodge the branches that were coming towards him.

("Stupid Muggle-born!")

Draco was furious in his heart, and Ron also broke down and yelled.

"Are you crazy? You're a witch!"

"Yeah!"

Fortunately, Hermione suddenly realized what was going on and pulled out her wand.

He cast a light blue flame magic and threw it at Harry and Draco who were entangled.

As soon as the two men's hands were freed, they quickly followed suit and cast the spell.

In an instant, the Devil's Snare huddled against the opposite wall because it was afraid of the light.

The four of them quickly opened the next door and walked up the ramp that led down.

Along the way, Ron's complaints continued.

"But there's no firewood? Are you serious?"

Hermione blushed and explained that she was just nervous for a moment.

Harry and Draco simply thanked her and then fell into strange silence.

Both of them were trying to adjust their breathing after nearly suffocating.

I didn't have the energy to join in the argument between Ron and Hermione.

Harry asked in a low voice until Ron and Hermione walked into the next room.

"Are you OK?"

Draco shook his head.

Although the levels guarding the Philosopher's Stone seem dangerous, so far they are still difficult enough for first-year students to pass.

Thinking of this, Harry's panic-stricken look just now came to mind, and he couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"Can you imagine? The famous Harry Potter was almost killed by the Muggle's thinking."

A mocking look appeared on the corner of his mouth. Harry was stunned for a moment and retorted.

"I grew up with Muggles anyway, so it's nothing."

"It was Miss Malfoy, who was born into a noble family, who heard the last words -"

Harry said, looking at Draco and imitating Hermione's tone.

“‘There is no firewood here!!!’”

The two glared at each other, but there was less hostility and more playfulness.

"That's a bit embarrassing, Malfoy."

"Just shut up, Potter."

Draco pouted and glared at Harry.

Harry smiled softly and opened the door for Draco, letting her pass through to the next level.