Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Stepping into the ward, I came to the bed where Daphne and Pansy were lying quietly.

Looking at the two people lying peacefully, tears could no longer stop falling.

Pansy's eyes were still a little wet, but Daphne's and Pansy's wands were lying quietly next to her bedside table.

He didn't know that he had been discharged from the hospital, so he wanted to visit me in the ward after dinner, but unfortunately he was attacked.

I felt even more guilty towards Pansy, and the same was true of my reluctance to part with Daphne.

But somehow his mind could not leave the two of their wands.

Could it be that the two of them still tried to resist?

"Their condition is stable now, dear, don't worry too much."

Madam Pomfrey's soothing voice sounded behind her, and she noticed Draco's eyes were looking at Daphne's bedside in confusion.

Madam Pomfrey sighed softly and walked between Daphne and Pansy's beds.

Gently lifting the blankets for both of them, she guided Draco to look at their fair, white arms covered with them.

"I don't know what happened to these two children. When they were sent here, they both used the excision curse to cut their hands into a bloody mess."

"This is magic for middle and high school students. It's not easy for them to master it, but it's also very dangerous."

"There were a few scars that were almost deep enough to leave scars."

Draco looked up in horror and Madam Pomfrey shook her head, continuing.

"Professor Dumbledore has examined them and found that they had cut themselves. They were still holding their wands tightly when they came."

"I won't say much, just spend some time with them. But only for ten minutes, dear."

Madam Pomfrey's expression was sad, but strict.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Draco held their hands and sobbed softly.

Unlike Madam Pomfrey, it was not surprising to Draco that both Daphne and Pansy knew the Excision Charm.

In addition to music, Daphne also likes to play with flowers, while Pansy loves to weave and design robes.

The interests of both of them made them learn the necessary spell for household chores, torn apart, early on.

What puzzled Draco was why they would endure the pain of being scratched by a sharp blade and attack their own bodies.

He stood up and gently stroked the scars of both of them, his heart shuddering.

It seemed that some words were carved, but the characters were sloppy due to the rapid running.

Fortunately, the two of them had a perfect grasp of the spell, and fortunately Draco was already familiar with their handwriting.

Although in a panic, he was still able to identify the messages left by the two people.

As the touch of his fingertips reached his forehead, Draco was isolated between the two people lying down.

My heart was beating like a raging tide, my brows were furrowed and my eyes narrowed.

She muttered to herself, repeating the warning her best friend left behind before she collapsed, even at the cost of hurting herself.

"Be careful." "Diary."

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Draco only opened his diary a few more times until the night of Duelling Club.

He began to observe Riddle's words carefully during the exchange of words.

I found that he always liked to guide me to talk more about my hidden concerns.

I always like to fiddle with it, trying to guide myself to cross an invisible boundary in my heart.

But he always cleverly dodged his questions about nightmares and secret rooms.

For example, when he mentioned that the Chamber of Secrets was opened and the attack even implicated Pansy and Daphne,

Riddle didn't mention much about the contents of the secret room, but just kept caring about himself.

Whether you are distressed by nightmares and the misfortune of your best friend, you will not forget to leave a hint while comforting her gently—

/If you would, Draco.

I would be happy to stay with you and listen to you until they recover.

As long as you want, I will always be here.

Intentionally or unintentionally, it seems that I want to open my heart more and make myself more dependent on the diary.

The overly carefully planned words, with the guidance of Pansy and Daphne, actually touched people's hearts.

I always felt that the nightmares started the day Pansy and I drifted apart.

I secretly began to pay attention to it, and that day was also the beginning of my written conversation with Riddle.

I remembered my own strange behavior on the morning when Pansy and Daphne had the accident, and I also remembered the open diary that was abandoned at my feet.

A certain guess that I dare not think about too much is welling up in my heart.

"Miss Malfoy, are you ready to go?"

He was still lost in thought in the corner of the hall, annoyed by Crabbe's sudden interruption.

Just then I remembered that ever since Pansy and Daphne were attacked, Crabbe and Goyle, for some reason, began to act as my bodyguards, always surrounding me when I went in and out of the hall.

Although it is annoying, it is not convenient to decline their kindness.

After all, this was also his responsibility to assist his father and maintain the relationship between the Malfoy and Crabbegoyle families.

He nodded and walked out of the hall with the two of them, heading to the auditorium to prepare for the duel club meeting.

It was discovered that there were some traces of pustules on Crabbe's face.

Recalling the Potions class a few days ago, Harry hid in the corner of the table and secretly set off Weasley fireworks at Crabbe, causing Crabbe's cauldron to explode and causing chaos.

I remember someone said that it was the first time Severus had ever left get out of class early.

I also remember that when Severus drove the students out of the cellar and took Crabbe to the ward, Harry hid in the cellar for a long time before slowly walking out of the cellar.

I noticed that he looked furtive and his robe's chest was bulging, obviously he had stolen something.

At that time, I was quietly following the trio and vaguely heard them discussing the past of the secret room.

I was surprised to find that the three of them mentioned Dobby from time to time.

It seems that Dobby disappeared during the summer vacation, apparently to find Harry Potter to plan something.

But what surprised and displeased Draco even more was Ron's absurd reasoning -

"I bet the last person to open the Chamber of Secrets was Lucius Malfoy."

"He opened the secret room when he was studying here before."

"Now he has told his precious daughter how to open that room."

"I thought she would become a better person after her adventure last year, but this year she showed her ill intentions towards Hermione again!"

"That kind of discriminatory mentality is terrible, but even so—"

"I don't think she would harm Parkinson and Greengrass. They are her best friends."

"Uh... maybe she accidentally dropped it? Or maybe they had some kind of conflict?"

"You know, when a delicate girl gets angry, she will always scheme against each other—"

"Oh come on, Ron. Aren't you being discriminatory?"

"Harry, don't just keep your head down."

"Don't scold me! I didn't say anything."

"Well, I agree with Hermione, I don't think it's her either."

"But I still want to ask her, maybe she knows something..."

Her heart was warmed by Harry's answer, but she was also confused about how he would ask her.

I walked into the auditorium with a secret curiosity. (Chat group: 865172978)