Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The early autumn mornings and evenings in Scotland are chilly.

This was like hell on earth for Draco, who had to get up early regularly and start Quidditch practice.

Maybe it was a sudden change in lifestyle, or maybe it was the sudden increase in physical burden in daily life.

Draco just felt that he was always drowsy.

I was so exhausted that I had to endure the sleepiness that might strike me at any time even in class.

My appetite, which was not big to begin with, was reduced as a result.

My body, which should have become light and strong, always feels heavy.

When Daphne cared about herself, she always said that getting up early in the morning to practice was too tiring.

But deep down, he knew that what really made him depressed were the nightmares that had been haunting him since the argument with Pansy.

I can't find where I am in the haze.

I also gradually discovered that no matter how much rest I got, I was still physically and mentally exhausted.

What he didn't dare to say, and Daphne couldn't bear to expose, was that the physical and mental exhaustion came from sadness.

He was sad because he had hurt Pansy, but the cheerful girl never showed any sign of forgiveness.

It’s not that Pansy’s attitude hadn’t softened, it was just that, unfortunately, she encountered an incident that made people on campus worried.

Harry Potter, the boy who survived the trouble, somehow,

On Halloween night, I ran into Mrs. Norris who was attacked by a curse and told the truth.

The administrator Filch insisted that it was Harry Potter who cast the curse.

But what frightened the students even more was the huge words written in blood next to Mrs. Norris's stone corpse.

The secret room has been opened.

Enemies of the Heir, beware.

When Draco arrived following the noisy students, Pansy was not far away, standing at the corner with Daphne with frowns on their faces.

After the three of them exchanged glances, Draco was somewhat surprised to find that

Harry stood in front of the blood letter with a dazed look on his face, enduring Filch's accusations in a daze.

I blinked and looked at Pansy and Daphne. I understood the bond they had since childhood.

It seems that another school year will be shrouded in an inexplicable cloud.

Pansy's expression, which had been frozen till then, softened, and Draco was about to walk towards the two of them when a most unfortunate threat was heard in the corridor.

Crabbe stepped forward, excited, and spoke to Hermione.

"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You're next, Mudblood!"

When the last swear word that caused an uproar came out, Draco closed his eyes with a hint of anger and regret.

The time that Pansy and I were staring at each other stopped. He looked at Pansy with a stiff face and turned away.

Daphne bit her lip, and before following to comfort Pansy, she looked back at Draco, her expression revealing her anxiety and sadness.

Draco could only stand there in silence.

The bitterness in my heart made it impossible for me to even scream.

In the corridor, the originally solemn terror turned into suppressed and angry discussions amidst the vulgar threats.

Even Harry, who was standing there in a daze, cast an angry look at Crabbe.

Draco glared at Crabbe unhappily, gritted his teeth secretly, and turned away.

I knew in my heart that it was my words during Quidditch practice that got around.

That's why Crabbe, who always likes to take advantage of his power, thought he could accept his bad words.

I understand that Pansy blames me for this.

But he said he was unwilling to turn his self-blame into anger towards Crabbe.

Doing so would only lead to futile involvement.

And the future head of the Malfoy family will not be so weak as to indulge in anger and be unwilling to face the core of the problem.

Ultimately, what made him exhausted and upset was his guilt towards Pansy and his regret for his own mentality.

Yes. Your thoughts are noble, Miss Malfoy.

Resentment towards the oppression of the Mudbloods does not necessarily need to be transformed into hateful discrimination.

But, allow me to overstep my bounds, Miss Malfoy.

Sometimes, I feel regret and indignant for the injustice you have endured.

As he watched the words appear, Draco realized that he had unknowingly returned to his desk in the dormitory.

She confided her tangled thoughts to Riddle, who was on the other side of the diary.

Why are so many students content with superficial peace and unwilling to face real problems?

And why, when you try to reflect on the problem, you are branded as provocative and discriminatory?

Although we have never met, words are enough to convey my feelings. You have worked hard all along.

From trying to save Harry Potter from his own depravity, to competing with the mudblood descendants who were adored by both teachers and students in terms of performance.

These are not something you should bear silently alone.

Draco was stunned as he watched Riddle's handwriting reappear.

Why can this stranger, who always speaks in a polite tone, always understand my complicated feelings so easily?

What is even more unbearable is why he always appears when I am still entangled in emotions and haven't sorted out my feelings.

Before someone reveals their pain between the lines, can you take a few steps ahead, smell their own forbearance, and take the initiative to comfort them?

I can help you, dear Miss Malfoy.

Of course, the premise is that I don't cause you any discomfort.

Are you willing to believe me?

She blinked rapidly, but still couldn't hold back a tear that fell from the corner of her eye and sank into the thin paper of the diary.

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In the next few days, the campus was shrouded in terrifying rumors of secret rooms and curses.

Some people say that the heir refers to the heir of Slytherin.

Before Slytherin left school in anger, he left behind a secret room.

Waiting for his descendants to return to campus and take revenge on enemies who disagree with his ideas.

It could be teachers or students from the other three colleges, but more likely, it is students with Muggle ancestry.

Crabbe's threat to Hermione was seen as evidence of his status as the heir of Slytherin and his Muggle ancestry.

Unexpectedly, apart from Mrs. Norris, the biggest victim of the Chamber of Secrets incident was Professor Binns.

The History of Magic course suddenly became a place where students came to Professor Binns to seek verification of various rumors about the Chamber of Secrets.

This atmosphere did not change until the Quidditch season was approaching.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin feud was also the first confrontation between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Soon, the rumors about the secret room were replaced by the showdown between the chosen ones of the Lion and Snake academies.

As the campus was gradually dyed with the opposing flags of gold, red, silver and green, the opening match of Quidditch arrived.

The Slytherin students were all excited to witness the team show off their prowess on their brand new brooms.

But the Slytherin team members were a little uneasy.

The reason is that they are eagerly waiting for a Seeker who can compete with Harry Potter.

Emotions always seem to be elusive these days.

Before stepping onto the Quidditch field, Flynn looked nervous.

He walked up to Draco, who was wearing a ball gown and had just tied his long flowing hair into a ponytail, with a calm expression on his face.

"Miss Malfoy, are you alright?"

Draco was a little surprised by Flynn's concern, and he quickly restrained his expression, not wanting irrelevant others to see his emotions.

He stood up gently, gripped the broom beside him, and a smile flashed across his lips.

"Don't worry. I won't lose, Captain."

As soon as he finished speaking, he nodded towards the entrance to the stadium, signaling for Flynn to lead the team out.

Before silently stepping onto the steps, he gently pressed the wand hidden in his chest pocket.

It's obviously just a game, but it seems that only by bringing the magic wand can I feel a little at ease.

Somehow, I remembered the conversation we had last night before I entered the nightmare, and it was vague and unclear.

Will you believe me, dear Miss Malfoy?

I can help you get Harry Potter back on track.

Only then did I realize that Riddle had changed the way he addressed me since the teardrop fell.

I didn't hear the cheers from the audience, nor did I see Pansy and Daphne sitting in the Slytherin audience seats.

When I came to my senses, I heard someone's loud call of "Malfoy!", and the cold wind stung my cheeks.

The broom was already in the air.