Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Or maybe he falsely accused someone else and is now looking for a replacement."

Draco pointed at himself playfully.

"But you don't use the diary anymore...?"

"Before every nightmare he would ask me if I was willing to believe him."

"But recently...I'm a little afraid..."

Before she finished speaking, Harry already understood what she meant.

It seems that Daphne and Pansy's attack was also the masterpiece after Draco was controlled.

Naturally, she would not be willing to try to use the diary easily again.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

Draco actually admitted in front of her what she was afraid of...

Finding himself beginning to think wildly again, Harry quickly spoke up.

"So now, what do you want to do?"

Harry was surprised to find that Draco just bit his lip and fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke it slowly, word by word.

"I'm not sure..."

"So, after you knew it was you pretending to be Goyle, you brought the diary here."

"If I give up resistance and voluntarily allow myself to be controlled, it could be dangerous."

"But you can hear the sound, right?"

"Is it possible... please help me."

"When I was controlled, when you heard the sound, chased out of the secret room..."

"Don't even think about it, Malfoy."

Harry frowned, his tone somewhat angry.

"Don't even think about putting yourself in danger."

"Besides, even though I can hear the sound, I'm always a step late, right?"

Draco was still biting his lip, wrestling with Harry's will.

"What if we take turns writing in the diary?"

Draco's eyes widened at Harry's unexpected suggestion.

"what do you mean?"

"We would give each other the diary every once in a while, maybe one and a half or two months."

"Let Tom think the diary is in someone else's hands, maybe he'll slowly let down his guard?"

"In other words, you just stopped me from taking the risk myself,"

"And then come up with a plan where two people might take turns in taking risks?"

"That's only fair, isn't it?"

"Let's see who can make Tom let down his guard first and find the entrance to the secret room."

Harry spoke to Draco in a challenging tone, and could see the unwillingness to admit defeat in her expression.

"I will not lose."

They exchanged smiles again.

"The question is, how do we hand over the diary?"

"Don't worry, I've already figured out what to do."

Harry explained to Draco how the three of them had secretly mixed the Transfiguration Potion in Moaning Myrtle's toilet without anyone noticing.

I quickly convinced her that the women's restroom on the second floor was indeed a good place to hide the diary.

As for the signal, after Harry's repeated assurances, Draco reluctantly accepted his approach.

Apparently, if you throw the diary over Moaning Myrtle, she'll go ballistic and start to riot.

Each of them would know that the other had thrown the diary back to where it was waiting to be passed on.

In order to avoid trouble, it was decided that Draco would continue to keep the diary.

It will be transferred to Harry after the students gradually return to school.

"Why can't we do this normally?"

The plan was set, and Harry couldn't help but blurt out the question in his heart.

"What can't I do?"

Draco blushed at the sudden question.

"Like today, just like friends."

“You have too many friends.”

This was the first time today that Draco's normal cold tone had escaped his lips.

"Besides, do you think I will be like Granger and Weasley?"

"Do I just hang around you all day with nothing to do?"

Harry imagined the scene, chuckled a few times, and secretly agreed.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself and express my feelings.

"That's right. Besides, there is a unique and exclusive rival."

"It's much more interesting than having another ordinary friend."

When Harry found himself speaking, he was a little flustered, fearing that he would accidentally ruin the atmosphere of the day.

Fortunately, these words made Draco smile again with a rosy blush.

"This lady is not exclusive to you, arrogant Potter."

Draco's cheeks flushed and he spoke with a hint of anger, but there was no trace of anger in his voice.

"Yes, yes. Miss Malfoy is the princess of Slytherin, right?"

"How can it compare to Harry Potter, who became famous all over the world just because he survived?"

"You finally discovered the gap between us."

"Humph, you're not so dumb that you can't hear that I'm mocking you, are you?"

The two men walked towards the hall door while arguing with each other.

"No more injuries during Quidditch next time."

"I don't want to be accused of winning unfairly."

Harry knew that what was revealed in the playfulness was Draco's sincere warning.

While secretly grateful, I decided to retort.

"You will win, thanks to Ron."

Draco laughed out loud, enjoying one of the rare times he got to bicker with the opposite sex during his growing up process.

He reached out and patted Harry's shoulder gently.

As Harry turned around, he saw the wand in her hand.

"Today, I win again."

"Everything is petrified."

Before Harry could react, his limbs went cold and he fell stiffly, still hearing Draco's whispers.

"We need to make Weasley think that you were all attacked by me."

Harry smiled helplessly in his heart.

I felt myself being gently carried out of Slytherin Hall by Draco's levitation spell.

Then there was a loud bang, and Ron was thrown out as well.