Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Watching Draco leave like a whirlwind, Harry hesitated whether to catch up with him, but wasted a lot of time in hesitation.

This is actually somewhat deliberate.

Harry was not without temper, and was puzzled by Draco's sudden change of attitude.

"I was originally planning to ask her what electives she would take in her third year."

Thinking about the course selection list that must be submitted next week, I can't help but feel anxious.

After putting on the invisibility cloak and walking around a few times, I found Ron in the trophy room.

As expected, he was punished with labor service because of fighting.

"Damn you Malfoy, come find me if you dare! You're nothing but bullying the younger ones."

Listening to Ron cursing.

Apparently, many people thought that Draco had said something harsh to Ginny before leaving.

Mo Mo helped Ron organize the trophy from beginning to end.

Fortunately, Ron did a thorough job last time, so this time it didn't take up too much time for either of them.

Back in the dormitory, I followed Draco's instructions and opened the diary.

My name is…….

The writing shone a little and then disappeared.

Harry waited nervously, hoping that the diary had put aside its distrust of Draco.

My mind quickly flashed back to the conversation I had with Draco in the library before school started.

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"What if I say, someone wanted to throw away a diary, and I just happened to pick it up?"

Harry played with the silver-green scarf in his hand, which had Draco's scent on it.

I forgot to wear gloves when I went out that day, and my fingers were frozen red.

Draco took off the second scarf that was draped over his shoulders and wrapped his hands.

"Yes. If he is eager to find someone other than me to control,"

"Perhaps trying to entice you into a conversation about the secret room."

"For example, diaries actually contain many secrets, which is why they are thrown away."

The corner they chose was too far from the library's fireplace.

Although not as cold as outside, it was cold enough for Draco to blow on his gloved hands.

"Then I followed his words and asked him if he knew the secret of the secret room."

Harry said, his hands busy pulling the scarf open.

"If you're lucky, maybe he'll follow you the first time-!"

Draco was halfway through his words when he suddenly fell silent.

"what happened?"

Harry looked up, confused.

I was a little surprised to find that Draco's lips were slightly open as he exhaled white smoke.

Her fair cheeks were slightly pink, and their eyes met, and their gazes moved to the scarf at the same time.

Harry realized that he had subconsciously opened his scarf during the conversation.

Circle after circle, wrapping around Draco's hands.

Although the scarf was thick, their palms never touched each other, but they were able to feel each other's presence.

Harry only felt that Draco was looking at him straight, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He was worried, thinking that his abrupt behavior had offended the Slytherin princess.

I quickly pulled my hand away, and as soon as my scarf left my body, I felt the force of the cold air.

He quickly put his hands into his robe, endured the shivering, and spoke slowly.

"If...if you are unlucky, just keep asking questions until..."

"Until he is willing to let me...see the secret chamber related to..."

"Yeah...Yeah. But be patient. Besides, he has too many secrets."

"I may not choose content related to the Chamber of Secrets to show you."

Draco responded, a little hesitantly, his eyes still fixed on the scarf wrapped around his hands.

Harry listened quietly, his teeth chattering, and didn't notice that Draco's face suddenly turned red.

"But I...we only need the part related to the Chamber of Secrets...Ah!"

This time, it was Harry's turn to not finish his words, only to see a ball of silver-green fur flying towards his face.

??

Harry felt a slight "pop" sound on his face and thought it would be painful, but the flying scarf didn't carry much force, and even his glasses didn't get crooked.

The remnants of the warm scarf in Draco's hands hung on his face, with a faint, intoxicating sweet fragrance.

Still a little confused, she noticed that Draco's face was blushing and he glared at her with a slight frown, then turned away.

Harry suddenly laughed, and Draco pouted, turning back to glare at Harry again.

The expression of slight anger but unable to hide the slight smile on the corner of his mouth made Harry stunned for a moment.

I vaguely felt that the blush on her face was not from anger, nor from the cold.

They all understood each other tacitly, but no one was willing to break the silence.

After a long while, Harry wrapped the scarf around his shoulders and neck and asked in a low voice.

"I've always wanted to ask, what did he let you see?"

Draco's fair face, which had just calmed down a little, turned red again.

He quickly lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then bit his lip.

"He seems to be...looking for something related to immortality."

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As the diary changed, Harry came back to the present moment from his memory.

Ink seeped slowly from the pages, and Harry was pleased to find that the diary responded.

Now, I just hope everything will unfold according to their script.

/Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle.

How did you find my diary?

Hastily wrote down the story that he had agreed with Draco.

/Someone wants to flush it down the toilet./

As expected by both of them, Tom Riddle gave a response that clearly showed his intention to draw people to the diary for a deeper understanding.

/Luckily I use pen and ink to record my memories in a more permanent way.

Someone doesn't want anyone to read this diary. /

The diary, he said, held many dark secrets.

Especially, as it relates to the Chamber of Secrets.

/I'm at Hogwarts now! Something terrible is happening.

Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?

Things went better than expected.

Harry followed the secret of the Chamber of Secrets and asked questions, just as Draco expected.

Tom Riddle did suggest that Harry look at his memories of the past.

/I can show you what happened fifty years ago.

Are you willing to believe me?

Apparently, Tom Riddle was getting impatient with spending too much time on Draco.

Obviously, he urgently needed another representative who could open the secret room.

With a tremor and nervous excitement, Harry responded.

/All right./