Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Is your hand okay?"

In the hospital ward, the two beds were separated by a curtain, but it did not prevent them from hearing each other's recent situation.

Harry's hand bones had been completely removed by Lockhart, and he needed to lie down for a night to allow the bone-growing spirit to take effect.

As for Draco, he injured his left shoulder when he fell off his broom at high speed.

Although Madam Pomfrey quickly healed the injury, she insisted on staying in the ward for observation for a while.

"Not good, but this is the only way."

Harry said, then paused and fell silent.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Thank you, Malfoy. You should have won this game."

"You are amazing. You almost charge forward as if you were bait."

From behind the bed curtain, laughter as loud as silver bells rang out.

"You mean 'Ron Weasley'? I won't use this stupid tactic again."

"Yes...Huh? Wait, you used Ron as the name of a tactic?"

"Don't you think so? Last year you yourself witnessed a certain idiot knight charging recklessly into the enemy camp."

"Hahahahaha, but don't forget, last year's game was a victory for the Cavaliers."

"Stop being so conceited, Gryffindor."

"That chess game was won because after the knight, there is the queen."

"Yes, yes, Slytherin, but today we caught the Snitch."

It was a rare opportunity for Harry to have a relaxed banter with Draco, so he laughed out loud, but after this sentence, he fell silent.

I suddenly felt a little anxious and regretful, so I had to lower my tone and speak apologetically.

"I'm sorry... you let me succeed, but I..."

Before he could finish his words, Draco's faint smile of success was heard from behind the curtain.

"It's okay to be nervous."

"You may not know the score, but this game is a tie, Potter."

"We had scored 15 goals before you caught the Snitch."

She understood that Draco's silence just now was just pretending to be angry, and she also understood that she didn't want to lose miserably because of the crazy bludger.

Harry couldn't help laughing again, but behind his laughter there was no longer playfulness but surprise.

It means that Draco Malfoy would actually give up the opportunity to defeat Gryffindor in order to compete fairly with himself.

"I'm much better, thank you."

I spoke softly, but it took a long time before I got a response.

"I... am not talking to you just to make you feel better."

"It's just... I just want to make it clear that it's my mercy that allows Gryffindor to survive."

Listening to Draco's retort, Harry put on a silent smile again.

His mind suddenly moved, and he suddenly asked slowly.

"Are you, Parkinson, and Greengrass all right?"

"I don't think I've seen you guys having dinner together recently."

The question was asked in a casual manner, but as expected, it was met with dead silence.

Turning around, I looked at the shadow cast by the setting sun on the curtain through the curtain.

It could be vaguely seen that Draco seemed to be hugging the pillow with his head lowered.

-

After that, Draco never spoke again.

Before dinner, she left the ward without a word after receiving Madam Pomfrey's permission.

Harry could only stay there bored, enduring the stinging and itching of the Bone Spirit.

The peaceful night was disrupted by Dobby's visit.

It turned out that it was Dobby who blocked him and Ron from going to Platform 9 3/4.

It also turned out that it was Dobby who cast a spell on the Bludger, making it chase only Harry, wanting Harry to be sent back to the Dursleys because of his serious injuries.

Faced with the elf's kindness and evil consequences, Harry was angry but helpless.

Mysteriously, when Harry asked why the Bludgers didn't attack Draco,

Dobby just suddenly let out a scream and slammed his head hard against the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed.

Then, in a panic, he blurted out the secret that the secret room had been opened.

To make matters worse, before Dobby could save himself, the door to the ward flew open.

Dobby quickly disappeared, and Harry quietly used his left hand to push aside the curtain.

I saw the professors walking in pushing a few beds.

"Petrified?"

Madam Pomfrey asked anxiously, but Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"only one person."

"So...the other two are...?"

Before Professor McGonagall could reply, the door to the ward opened once more.

A figure in a black robe and a long white beard walked in.

"Severus! I'm so sorry..."

"Do you think he will be able to take a picture of the murderer?"

Professor McGonagall whispered and Madam Pomfrey pointed to one of the beds.

Then, the two of them shouted in unison.

“‘It’s melted, completely melted…’”

Harry raised himself up a little, and with a startled look he saw Colin's stiff body.

"What does this mean...?"

Madam Pomfrey asked urgently, turning around and looking at the other two figures.

Professor McGonagall shook her head, frowning.

"I don't know, it's horrible..."

"If Albus hadn't come downstairs to drink hot cocoa, I shudder to imagine what would have happened to them..."

"headmaster."

Snape finally spoke, his tone was cold, but it was impossible to tell what emotion he was expressing.

Professor Dumbledore took a deep breath and finally responded slowly.

"This means that the secret room has really been opened again."

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand as Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

"Who...was it? Were the other two also harmed by the monster in the secret room?"

Harry noticed that Dumbledore shook his head and exchanged a deep look with Snape in a subtle manner.

“The question is not who opened it.”

"The question is, how did it open?"

He propped himself up again, his heart felt cold, his stomach cramped, and countless sounds flashed through his mind in panic.

On the other two beds were Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.

"Where's Draco? What happened to her?"