Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The chaos in the dueling club, after Severus knocked Lockhart out severely and got rid of the entanglement,

At the same time, a spell was cast to make the black snake disappear, and the final scene came to an end.

Before Harry could say a few more words to Draco, he was taken out of the hall by the panicked Ron.

Along the way, Ron kept shouting "Go! Go!"

But Harry only remembered Draco's frightened look, hesitant to speak.

And when he was forced to hug her in an emergency, the cool and elegant fragrance from Draco's body and hair lingered in her heart.

Draco, accompanied by Hannah, walked back to the Slytherin Hall.

Along the way, there were constant whispers about Harry Potter being the heir of Slytherin, but Draco turned a deaf ear to them.

I can't forget the meaningful look on Severus' face when he looked at Harry.

It is also hard to forget the softness of Harry's palms when he caught me.

I returned to the secret door of the cellar in a state of slight despair.

Draco came back to his senses and looked at Hannah with a little worry.

"Thank you... But what are you going to do?"

"Maybe I shouldn't go back alone now."

"Especially...after Pansy and Daphne..."

Her pretty face turned pale due to frowning. Hannah smiled gently and spoke with confidence.

"I'm not alone, don't worry."

"Cedric and the Ravenclaw girl came with me, they are waiting for me in the back."

"Cedric should send the girl back to Ravenclaw first, and then Cedric and I will go back to the Hufflepuff Hall."

"That man is Cedric Diggory?"

"Yeah, he said Draco is amazing."

"Such a complex Transfiguration spell at such a young age."

Looking at Hannah's cheerful appearance, Draco smiled tiredly.

"Thank him for me, okay?"

"Get some rest. They don't want to see you sad."

Hannah smiled and gently squeezed Draco's hand before turning and walking towards the two figures waiting for her around the corner.

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Back in the hall, he politely responded to the crowd who were concerned about the attack on the Malfoy daughter.

After finally washing up, the day's fatigue turned into relaxation and calm.

In the dormitory, she changed into a white silk gauze nightgown and sat quietly on the bed for a while.

Finally, I made up my mind and walked to the desk with bare ankles.

He opened the wooden box and took out the diary.

He took a deep breath, and this time, he had to ask Riddle some of the questions he always dodged.

When was the Chamber of Secrets opened?

Who is the Heir of Slytherin?

There is also the question that cannot be asked - why, Harry Potter, can speak Parseltongue?

He took out the white peacock feather pen dipped in emerald green ink from the ink bottle and watched the first drop of ink splash onto the title page.

After a while, the long-lost ink appeared on the parchment.

/Good night, Draco, long time no see. /

Draco bit his lip, and his elegant handwriting flew.

/haven't seen you for a long time.

How have you been lately? /

As Riddle's handwriting appeared, although Pansy and Daphne's instructions were in mind, she couldn't help but feel curious.

She frowned slightly because of this.

/I have fewer nightmares, but I still don’t sleep very well.

Today is the day of the Duelling Club. Did Hogwarts have this club in the past? /

In the midst of Riddle's negative answers and questions, the cause and effect were briefly explained.

He said that it was to prevent the heir of Slytherin from opening the Chamber of Secrets and harming people, and asked Riddle if he had any clues.

However, Riddle didn't say much and simply deflected the question.

/I don’t think that today’s teachers can teach any tricks to block the secret room.

Besides, among the students nowadays, are there any good at dueling?

So, who is your opponent, Draco?

Watching Riddle dodge again, Draco pursed his lips and gently wrote the boy's name.

/Harry Potter.

oh?/

Unexpectedly, before the words were completely absorbed into the paper, Riddle's handwriting had already emerged rapidly.

Although it was just a short word, a keen mind could easily notice that the usually neat brushstrokes seemed distorted and trembling.

The daughter of a wealthy family has developed the ability to detect subtle changes through her interactions with others since she was young.

I have also developed some intuition to take advantage of other people's emotions.

/Are you interested in Harry Potter's performance?

Of course. But only because, perhaps, he is the only one who can stand up to you.

Duel with the boy who defeated the Dark Lord, is it going well? /

When Riddle responded, his handwriting had returned to being neat and concise.

But this time, the slightly longer interval and the hasty reply just now formed an overly obvious contrast.

The end of the quill lightly slid across his chin, and his sparkling eyes were filled with calculation and thought.

/Total defeat. /

The concise response, without revealing any details, successfully induced Riddle to continue asking questions.

/How did he beat such an excellent person like you?

What spell did you cast? How did he counter it? /

Draco was silent for a moment, waiting and watching.

Sure enough, not long after, Riddle's handwriting appeared again.

/Please forgive my abruptness, Draco.

But this result really surprised me.

It seemed to be an attempt to save the rudeness of the repeated questioning, but it also revealed information beyond the text -

Riddle cared deeply about Harry Potter.

Draco even began to doubt that in the past conversations, he kept emphasizing that he could help him bring Harry back.

Was it truly a reflection of his own state of mind, or was it just his own thoughts that were implanted with selfish intentions by Riddle?

But for what purpose?

Riddle probably doesn't know Harry at all.

While still thinking, I wrote down a response, revealing a harmless message.

/They said he was the Heir of Slytherin, and even that he was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. /

Unexpectedly, it was Riddle's turn to be silent.

When the handwriting finally reappeared, it was much deeper than before, and it was also obvious that the font was a little crooked and twisted.

How can we be sure of such ridiculous speculation?

He hesitated for a moment before writing. Riddle's quick reply made Draco even more certain - he had an inexplicable obsession with Harry.

I have a vague feeling that the next response will be the key to this written conversation.

But deep down he knew that the only bargaining chip he had was this: Harry was a Parseltongue.

After thinking for a moment, I made up my mind.

By using the chips as chess pieces, perhaps we can further explore Riddle's obsession with Harry.

/Only the heir of Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets.

Besides, if he is the heir of Slytherin, it can also explain why he can defeat the Dark Lord. /

The diary fell silent again, and Draco could almost hear the sound of the hourglass ticking beside the wizard's chessboard.

/Unfortunately, I experienced the tragedy last time.

That's why I have never been willing to tell you.

But maybe, I shouldn't take it upon myself...

This time, the words appeared slowly.

But as the words slowly emerged, Draco's heartbeat became faster and faster, causing his chest to ache a little.

/You don’t have to be a Slytherin to open the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry Potter will definitely not be the heir of Slytherin.

I can prove it to you. Are you willing to believe me?

Draco bit his lip, dipped the tip of the pen into ink again, and gently touched the paper.

Then, consciousness became blurred.