Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

After receiving the notification letter, Draco quickly wrote a letter to Hogwarts.

Ask Severus, who has been close to the family since childhood, if there are any books related to Potions that can be read besides textbooks.

Although I couldn't explain why, I always regarded Potions as my favorite subject in my young heart.

Perhaps it was because the Potions professor was Severus, who was like a godfather to him, and he might have been a little more partial to Severus.

All the textbooks mentioned in the notice are available in the study at Malfoy Manor.

This not only provided Draco with a lot of convenience, but also gave her less urgent reason to visit Diagon Alley.

Through correspondence, we learned that Pansy and Daphne had each visited Diagon Alley, and that they both had their own wands.

This of course made Draco a little anxious.

Fortunately, the content of the textbook quickly occupied her mind.

There is no shortage of herbs in the greenhouse on the estate, and there are also large cauldrons and medicinal herbs in the stone cellar of the main house.

I was immersed in reading and curious practice all day long, and the letters with Severus almost became a small correspondence course.

Although she doesn't have a magic wand yet, the girl is already busy as she looks forward to the start of school.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy saw this and couldn't help but recall their childhood days long ago.

And so it came to the last day of July.

I was tired of flipping through the textbooks and was eager to find out more about the principles of spells and potions.

I pestered Severus until he recommended the "Book of Potions", and only then did I slow down in reading this slightly difficult text.

These days, I always go into the study after breakfast.

Carrying the hardcover edition, I hid in the garden that my mother carefully cared for and read it.

This day was just like any other.

It was almost noon, the summer sun was getting hotter, and the sparkling water in the pond in front of us was dazzling.

Draco closed the book and leaned over to his side.

In the deserted garden, I raised my hands and stretched my body.

Unceremonious but comfortable, he stretched out his body.

The hem of the shirt was pulled up to reveal the white waist, and the warm breeze brought a hint of coolness.

Walk out of the rose wall where the square pool is located and cross the large lawn.

On the way back to the main house, there was already a slight sweat on my forehead.

After walking for another five minutes, we arrived at a small patch of shade in front of the main gate of the house.

I saw my father’s beloved snow-white peacock standing proudly on the treetop, looking full of energy.

The young boy suddenly felt playful and regardless of the fact that he was still struggling to hold the books under his arms, he stood on tiptoe and puffed out his mouth to make cooing sounds, imitating the cry of a peacock.

Peacock shook his head impatiently and ignored him. Draco turned around in boredom.

Just as I was about to leave, there was a loud rattling sound above my head, which continued for a long time.

The sudden noise startled Draco so much that he let out a soft scream of "Ah!" The book fell to the grass and he almost fell to the ground.

She pouted and turned to glare at the smug Peacock.

He bent down to pick up the book, brushed off the grass clippings, and blushed slightly for his own gaffe.

Fortunately, as she walked under the bright sun, her face had already been flushed with a healthy blush, and she did not look shy at all.

I finally stepped onto the long marble steps of the main house, tapping my heels lightly on the stone slabs to shake off the dust on the soles of my shoes.

The two dark and heavy doors seemed to recognize their owner returning home, and without Draco having to move, they slowly opened outwards.

Before entering the door, she opened her cherry lips and called the elf's name softly.

"More than?"

With a slight snapping sound, the elf appeared and looked at the little master who was breathing slightly and emitting a little heat.

Without needing any instructions, he extended his thin index finger and pointed it at Draco.

The cool breeze of the spell blew, and Draco suddenly felt as if his whole body was washed by a clear spring. The heat dissipated and his body became clean and refreshed.

Dobby shrieked before he could even say thank you.

"The young master will want to know that Professor Snape is visiting the master!"

The clear silver-grey pupils lit up.

After hearing what Dobby said, Draco quickened his pace.

Turning into the corridor at the northeast corner of the main house, I heard my father's unhappy voice outside the study door which was only lightly closed.

"Quirrel! No matter what, this guy shouldn't have been in charge. What did he teach before? Muggle Studies? Ridiculous subject."

I tried, Severus. The school board agreed with me, but it didn't work."

"That old man was incredibly persistent. You should have heard what he said—"

“We appreciate the board’s concern, but the appointment of teachers is still the sole power of the principal.”

"I believe that the Potions Society is the best arrangement for him until the time is right."

Draco couldn't help but frown as he listened to his father imitating an old voice.

Eavesdropping on conversations was an act extremely unbecoming of aristocratic etiquette, but it was somewhat novel in my heart.

She bit her lip lightly and took a step back.

He walked slowly towards the southeast living room, waiting for his father and Severus to rest after finishing their official conversation.

"Don't worry."

Severus's lazy tone made Draco slow down his pace involuntarily.

"No one stays in that position for more than a year. There's always a chance, and, you know—"

“This year is extraordinary.”

"Hmm, the boy who lived?"

The last two words from his father and Severus made Draco's heart beat wildly.

It seems that even Severus cares about the boy named Harry Potter.

Draco shook his head, and his right hand unconsciously clenched the folding fan that was originally on his waist.

This is her habit to calm her messy mind.

Ever since she was old enough to understand, Narcissa had always reminded her that ladies from noble families should not easily show their emotions.

Therefore, it is best to develop some small actions that can relieve your mood.

When you notice that you are in a bad mood, you can effectively divert your attention.

In the past, this habit always helped me change my mood. But for some reason, this time, I couldn't help but feel restless.

The admission of the Malfoy family's daughter to school should have been a big event in the wizarding world.

Draco was secretly worried that Harry Potter would take away the charm that he should have.

Perhaps this is why I am so eager to familiarize myself with the course first.

He was afraid that if he neglected anything, he would be far inferior to the boy who survived.

After all, according to legend, he was an extremely talented wizard who successfully fought off the Dark Lord, whom even Dumbledore was helpless against, while still in his infancy.

As he thought this, Draco quickened his pace, fearing that Severus would notice that he was outside the door.

I knew from a young age that Severus always seemed to have a way of seeing through my inner thoughts.

Of course, I am still somewhat curious about his conversation with his father.

But the dignity of the Malfoy daughter would not allow her to be discovered eavesdropping on conversations.

He tiptoed quietly and hid in the living room.

Not long after they sat down, they heard footsteps approaching outside the door, and Lucius and Severus pushed open the wooden door of the living room.

"Good afternoon, Dad, Severus."

Draco stood up quickly, resting his right hand on the back of the armchair and bowing slightly.

"Did you go to the garden again this morning?"

Lucius stepped forward and stroked Draco's long, smooth hair lovingly.

Turning around and looking behind him, he saw a figure with shiny black hair draped over his shoulders and covered in a black robe.

"Would you like to stay, Severus? We're just about to have lunch."

"No need. I have things to do. Good afternoon, Draco."

Severus said this in a lazy tone, but he narrowed his dark eyes when he greeted Draco.

A meaningful smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Draco only felt that the process of the conversation he had overheard seemed to be spread out before his eyes.

Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Severus looked away.

"Don't work too hard. First-year homework isn't as hard as you think."

He spoke in a calm tone, but Draco felt that Severus should have known that he had heard his brief conversation with his father.

Especially, what he said before he left.

"Don't think too much. Fame doesn't always come with commensurate strength."

Lucius was confused, but Draco lowered his head, hiding his thoughts from being seen through, and his cheeks turned pink.