Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

As Draco recited the secret words, the stone wall slid open, revealing the stone door leading to Slytherin.

The stone door flicked outwards, and Goyle instinctively reached out and opened the door for Draco.

Draco was a little surprised by the overly considerate reaction, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at Goyle.

Goyle's face turned redder.

Arriving at the empty Slytherin Hall, Draco led Crabbe and Goyle to sit by the fire, then turned around.

"Wait here for me, okay? I'll go get something down."

He quickly ran up to the dormitory, observing secretly, and found that Crabbe and Goyle were fidgeting and moving their seats constantly.

I went to the dormitory and took out the wooden box containing the diary.

As soon as I walked down the stairs, I found that Crabbe and Goyle had hurriedly stood up.

Finally, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and the bell-like laughter made Goyle and Crabbe blush again.

"When did you become so polite? Sit down now."

"I want to show you... this..."

She pushed the wooden box out shyly and lowered her head, but still glanced at the two confused people.

Then, with all his strength, Draco managed to hold back his laughter and spoke softly.

"This is a letter from Harry Potter."

"Pansy and Daphne don't know either. It's my secret."

"He sends a letter about once a week."

"Should I... open it and read it?"

The voice is weak and inaudible.

It was just a joke, but I found out.

As he said this, the back of his neck and cheeks felt warm.

Crabbe opened his mouth in disbelief and Goyle shook his head hurriedly.

Draco laughed again and drew his wand, pointing it at Crabbe.

"Everything is petrified."

Crabbe slumped rigidly in his armchair with an expression of dumbfounded shock.

Goyle jumped up from his chair in panic, but was pointed at by Draco's wand and forced into the corner farthest from the fire.

In the corner, there is a two-seater carved wooden chair and a round table.

"Now, tell me who you are, 'Gol'."

The folding fan was lightly opened, covering the fire. I don't know if it was because I was too close to the fire.

Or is it because of the shame of lies that her pretty face turns red.

Draco pressed the question, leaving behind a pair of eyes that were flashing with amorous glances, revealing the edge of his fan, which was almost captivating.

Goyle took a few deep breaths and spoke slowly.

"Harry Potter."

Draco smiled.

"I guess so."

He said this with confidence, secretly putting down the heavy stone in his heart.

Although I am extremely sure, if this "Gore" is not Harry,

The mischievous things I have done during this period are enough to bring shame to the family...

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"What do you want to do? Report us to Professor Snape?"

Harry, who had been exposed, spoke stubbornly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Fortunately, in Draco's eyes, he only saw teasing and mockery.

"I haven't decided yet. But I want to know what you are doing here first."

Harry swallowed and decided to tell the truth.

Anyway, he had been looking for a chance to discuss this with Draco.

"We wonder...if you know the secret of the Chamber of Secrets."

Unexpectedly, such frankness made Draco put down his folding fan.

There was a trace of afterglow on her face, but her eyes were serious because of her earnestness.

"Are you investigating the Chamber of Secrets as well?"

Harry nodded.

"Every time there was an attack, I heard noises in the walls."

“It seems like I’m the only one who can hear it.”

Although he had expected it, Draco was still a little surprised that Harry spoke so bluntly.

Then I suddenly remembered, where is Granger? Why isn't he with them?

His mind was racing, and before he could settle one thought, another worry arose.

Originally, I wanted to solve the problem myself, but if Harry was willing...

The decision was made instantly.

"Wait for me here."

Draco was delighted to find that Harry actually sat down obediently on the carved wooden chair.

He walked back to the fire, picked up the box, and without thinking, sat down next to Harry.

As Draco placed the box on the wooden table in front of him, his elbow accidentally touched Harry's.

Harry also smelled the refreshing and elegant fragrance on Draco.

Draco raised his wand and turned to look at Harry.

Somehow, she felt that Harry would not refuse her request this time.

"Will you swear to solve the Chamber of Secrets with me?"

He looked at Harry and nodded.

"Only with me. Don't bring Weasley and Granger into this."

She found that Harry was also looking at her, his green eyes reflecting her slightly red face.

"If you also swear not to discriminate against Hermione again."

As Harry spoke, a flash of confusion crossed Draco's face.

He had already been deeply reflecting on Pansy's actions, and after hearing what Harry said, he had no choice but to admit it.

"That...I was wrong..."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Draco bite his lower lip and extend his right hand.

Harry quickly reached out his hand and held hers tightly.

Just looking at each other, Harry felt the delicate softness of Draco's hands.

It was just a brief handshake, but it seemed as if time had stood still.

It was not until Draco made a slight sound and gently turned his palm that Harry seemed to realize something and quickly let her go.

The two of them avoided each other's eyes somewhat embarrassedly.

But I always couldn't help but look back and meet her eyes.

Flustered, Draco pouted and raised his wand.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The wooden box popped open, revealing an old diary inside.

"I think this is the key to the secret room."