Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The end-of-term dinner was, for Draco, completely ridiculous.

Slytherin, for the first time in nearly ten years, suffered a loss on both ends.

Originally, the house cup should have been received by Slytherin.

Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's final extra points, Gryffindor completed a major reversal.

Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup.

Harry was in a coma and missed the game, so Gryffindor was beaten by Ravenclaw who successfully got a new Seeker.

The Hufflepuff family, which had been very popular, lost to Slytherin by a small margin because the Seeker Cedric unexpectedly took leave.

The moment the restaurant's banner turned from green to red, Draco raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

The conversation between the two of them in the dungeon after Professor Dumbledore suddenly appeared and rescued Harry flashed through his mind.

"Are you sure you don't want your contribution to be known, Miss Malfoy?"

"Excuse me, Principal."

"My father would not be happy to see himself being involved in these things."

He was angry with Dumbledore, but he could only keep it to himself.

I suddenly felt an impulse of regret in my heart. Perhaps, I should let everyone know that I also participated in the battle to defend the Philosopher's Stone.

In this way, Slytherin will surely be able to win back the House Cup.

But his mind changed, and he immediately remembered Professor Dumbledore's strange smile and his suggestive words.

"A very wise decision, Miss Malfoy. Tell your father for me—"

"As a director, he might want to know who is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

I don't understand why the headmaster hinted at me and mentioned to my father about the Dark Lord breaking into the school.

I just went through the dinner with a lot of worries.

Fortunately, my depressed look was exactly the same as other Slytherin students, so no one noticed anything unusual.

It wasn't until the next day when I walked onto the Hogsmeade platform with Pansy and Daphne that I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting on the platform together.

Pansy and Daphne looked at each other, winked at Draco, and walked into the carriage first.

Amid the discussions of the students on the platform, the Gryffindor trio, who had become the talk of the town, walked towards Draco.

Draco looked carefully at Harry who was walking towards him.

The two of them simultaneously recalled the oath in the Philosopher's Stone level.

Harry's face was full of confusion and tension, while Draco was embarrassed and shy.

"horse-"

Before Harry could open his mouth, Draco interrupted him with a clear voice.

"I swear to Merlin, Potter."

"Next year, Slytherin will definitely win the House Cup and the Quidditch Trophy."

Then, she turned her eyes away, resisting the blush that was gradually rising on her cheeks.

She shook her head, her long hair flying, and walked into the carriage.

-

As the express left the Hogsmeade platform,

A black-robed figure knocked on the door of the Hogwarts headmaster's office.

A figure in a black robe walked in, and the old man stood up and greeted him happily.

"Ah! Severus! I always felt that last night's pumpkin pie lacked some flavor-"

"You don't have to beat around the bush, Dumbledore."

Snape interrupted Dumbledore's leisurely mood impatiently.

A sharp gaze flashed behind the half-moon lenses.

"Well, let's talk about it."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and after Snape took his seat, he watched the phoenix hover leisurely in the office.

"Lord Voldemort must have prepared other means to make a comeback."

"Is there anything you can tell me?"

His tone was still brisk, as if he was just asking if Three Cups Broom had any new dishes.

The solemnity behind the words made Snape frown and narrow his eyes.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"I'm not sure. But Lucius always said that the Dark Lord left a diary."

"It must be sent to Hogwarts at the appropriate time."

"Really? Then, maybe, we can give lazy Lucius a push."

Snape was equally indifferent, but a slight chill rose in his heart.

The two continued their conversation.

The phoenix chirped softly, punctuated by Snape's whispers and Dumbledore's silent smile.

As we were talking, we watched the sun rise until it was at its zenith.

"Severus."

At the end of the conversation, before Snape left, the Headmaster called for his Potions Master once more.

"Thanks again, I guess."

"The arrangements and proposals for Christmas Eve last year were very, very interesting."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Snape was stunned for a moment, just nodded slightly, didn't answer, and slowly left.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore walked over to the cabinet next to his desk that held the Pensieve.

In the cupboard, the golden snitch was standing still and shining, highlighting the green headband surrounding the golden snitch, with a soft color.