Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

As soon as Harry opened the door, a strong stench hit him.

Draco quickly opened his folding fan, covered his eyes with it, and took a few steps back.

Harry covered his mouth and nose with the sleeves of his robe and walked in with his head down before Draco.

"Sure enough, it's a close call. Granger's guess was correct."

While Harry was still stunned by the scene in the room, Draco pinched his nose and whispered softly.

"Let's go quickly."

Draco didn't linger when he saw the corpse of the troll lying on the ground.

He hurried to the door leading to the next level and turned to look at Harry.

"I'm so glad we don't have to fight him."

"What did you say Hermione guessed?"

Harry hurriedly followed, asking questions at the same time. He put his right hand on the door handle, but only felt something warm.

"you-!"

Draco's annoyed questioning and glaring came, along with his hand being hastily pulled away and the coldness that replaced it.

Harry then realized that he had accidentally shaken Draco's hand as he was about to open the door.

"Sorry...!"

Thinking back to the time in the Forbidden Forest when she almost slapped herself, she apologized in panic.

Draco just stared at Harry quietly, fanning himself slightly, looking a little flustered.

"Forget it. Open the door quickly! I can't stand this smell."

Harry gritted his teeth and opened the door.

The room was pitch black, and I was still nervous about the contents of the last level.

Draco's faint voice sounded beside him.

"You didn't mean to do that, did you?"

"what?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, turned around, and found that Draco's smart eyes were still looking at him.

After realizing he was looking back, Draco quickly looked away.

"fine."

Following her gaze, I looked at her delicate profile.

Draco had put down his folding fan, and his long eyelashes trembled as he blinked his eyes.

The tip of her slightly curled nose is snow-white, which only highlights the hint of shyness on her cheeks.

Harry was stunned for a moment without realizing it, until Draco's soft voice sounded again.

"It looks like this is the level of identifying potions."

Draco was lost in thought, and Harry quickly regained his attention.

In the dark room, there was only a faint light coming from various medicine bottles on the long table in the middle that were flashing with strange light.

The two had just taken a few steps towards the long table when two circles of fire of different colors suddenly appeared beside them.

The purple flame extended, blocking the way behind him, while at the same time, a black flame ignited in front of him.

Each forms a semicircle, surrounding the two people and the long table.

Draco and Harry looked at each other, seeing their reflections in each other's eyes.

They found that they were both a little nervous.

Draco quietly and calmly slid his feet slightly.

Because I was nervous, I wanted to be with the only person in the room,

He stood a little closer, but was afraid that Harry would discover his intention.

It was not until she noticed that Harry was also moving that she suddenly stopped moving in embarrassment.

"These flames don't seem to attack us."

Harry said, turning his back to Draco and stepping over to the table.

"Potter..."

Draco followed closely, hesitating a little, and finally decided to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind since he first saw the three-headed dog.

"Aren't you afraid? You've caused so much trouble, and walked into so much danger."

You asked quietly, but Harry just bowed his head.

"I don't want to either, even though it's really exciting."

Then, Harry looked up, and the decisive tone of his voice made his thin figure look taller.

"Besides, sometimes I feel like, how can I admit defeat before I even try."

When Harry turned around, Draco realized that his face was also tense with nervousness.

But when their eyes met, the green eyes behind the round-framed glasses showed a smile.

"That was my first broomstick lesson. I didn't even know how to ride one."

Draco's eyes widened as he listened to Harry's words.

The two of them simultaneously recalled the first time they confronted each other on campus.

Seeing Harry's smile grow wider and wider, Draco's face suddenly felt hot for no reason.

"Are you showing off your extraordinary talent to me?"

He glared at Harry in annoyance, trying to hide his embarrassment at being looked at.

He turned his eyes away, stepped forward, and found a small piece of parchment placed next to the medicine bottle on the long table.

Draco reached out and gently unfolded the scroll.

Danger is ahead, safety is behind.

Of the seven, only one can keep you going.

The other, will send the drinker back behind the door.

Make your choice, unless you want to stay here forever.

To help you choose, here are four clues:

First, no matter how secretly the poisonous wine is hidden, you can always find it to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, there are always different wines standing on the edge, but if you continue to move inward, there are no good wines;

Third, as you can see, all bottles come in different sizes, and there is no danger in a short or tall bottle;

Fourth, the second one on the left and the second one on the right are actually a pair, although they don’t look like it.

The two looked at each other again, then looked at the medicine bottle on the table through the paper roll.

"It's pure logic. Not magic."

Draco said, pressing the tip of the fan to his lips once again.

"logic?"

"I remember Hermione saying that many of the most brilliant wizards have no sense of logic at all."

After hearing this, Harry responded without thinking, but this caused Draco to glare at him, and he was scared and asked again.

“What…what happened…?”

"Dislike the illogicality of wizards? She can go back to Muggle school!"

Looking at Draco's angry look, it was obvious that he was standing up for the wizards.

Harry couldn't help laughing and explained quickly.

"It's not that serious, it was just Hermione's angry words."

"Who told her to say that every time she sees me and Ron playing chess, she always says that chess is easy and that you just need to understand the rules and logic."

"Later, Ron couldn't stand playing a game of chess with her, so she said that out of anger."

After listening to Harry, although Draco still raised his eyebrows, his expression had softened a lot.

"Hmph, I will prove that outstanding wizards are also very logical."

Although these were spoken in anger, his tone lacked emotion and he soon became absorbed in his own thoughts.

Harry could only stand there quietly, hesitating whether to try to reason on his own or just sit there and wait.

After about a minute, a faint smile flashed across Draco's lips.

"The third bottle from the left."

The folding fan pointed lightly at a pitifully small bottle.

The amount of potion in the potion bottle was only enough for one person to drink.

"Well, you can go through the black flames and reach the Philosopher's Stone."

"And this one allows you to turn back and leave the level."

Then he pointed to the medicine bottle on the far right.

For a moment, Harry had the urge to ask Draco how he had succeeded in his deduction.

But just as Draco reached for the passing medicine bottle, he quickly stepped forward.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

Harry asked hastily, and Draco responded as a matter of course.

"Drink it and go find the Philosopher's Stone."

"I said, I will prove that Quirrell is the real bad guy."

Draco said, trying to reach out again, but Harry grabbed his wrist.

The inexplicable abruptness and touch made Draco raise his head unhappily and glare at Harry.

But because of the lingering worry in Harry's eyes when he looked back at him, his anger gradually subsided.