Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Fortunately, Harry's exceptionally clear response came just in time.

"You're not the greatest wizard in the world."

It looked like Harry and Riddle were beginning to argue, and the volume was gradually increasing, making it easier for Draco to hear.

"The greatest wizard in the world is Dumbledore."

"Because of him, you wouldn't have dared to touch Hogwarts in your heyday."

"I know you're still very afraid of him."

These words succeeded in irritating Riddle, and his shouting began to sound like the hissing of a snake.

"I kicked him out of Hogwarts with just this little memory!"

"Your little memory isn't as great as you think it is!"

"The change of ownership of the diary and your trick were all part of Draco's plan."

"You're not even as good as Draco, let alone Dumbledore!"

"Besides, he never really left."

Riddle seemed to make a retort, but Draco ignored him.

My heartbeat suddenly started to speed up a lot.

Did Harry Potter just call his name directly?

Who allowed him to be so natural?

Could it be that this guy also calls himself the same way to Weasley and Granger in private?

My cheeks felt a little hot, and only by cursing in my heart could I warm them up a little.

Fawkes seemed to be very excited about Harry's expression of loyalty to Dumbledore, and indicated that he wanted to show up to respond to Harry.

Draco nodded.

Compared to the unhappiness she felt when she saw Harry was so concerned, she was in a much better mood now.

The phoenix wearing the Sorting Hat flew up to the dome of the secret room and swooped down.

Although the distance was far, Draco could vaguely feel Riddle's surprise.

I didn't hear his whispers, I just saw him dancing his wand.

The stone statue beneath his feet shook violently, almost throwing Draco off his feet.

There is a turbulence of tumbling and sliding in the stone statue.

Then, a fishy smell came and Draco felt nauseous.

Harry below had already grabbed the Sorting Hat and turned to flee from the statue.

Draco also understood what they would face next.

He tore off his cloak, mounted his broom, and swooped down in Harry's direction.

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The performance of the broom far exceeds that of its own Nimbus series.

When diving to cut through wind resistance, it's as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter.

I instantly raised the broom head and climbed up. Not only did I not slow down, I could even feel a thrust going against the current.

What’s even more amazing is that when completing these movements, it’s as smooth as gliding on the grass.

Despite the dire situation at hand, Draco couldn't help but admire the broom's performance.

In the blink of an eye, he was close to the ground, passing by Riddle who looked surprised.

His hissing roar could be heard amidst the whistling wind, and behind him was the sound of a basilisk crawling at high speed.

Seeing Harry with his eyes closed in front of him, he kept reminding himself in his heart not to look back.

Staring straight at Harry, he caught a glimpse of the Sorting Hat slumped at his feet.

He pulled out a ruby-studded sword from somewhere.

This idiot.

Does he want to fight with the basilisk?

He pushed the broom held tightly in his other hand toward him.

"Grab the broom!"

A clear shout.

Harry turned his back and held out his hand. The broom fell flat as if summoned.

"Thanks!"

The moment he got the broom handle, Harry turned over neatly, and in the blink of an eye, he was flying parallel to Draco.

Harry smiled.

I don’t know if it’s because of my arrival or because of riding on the broom.

Harry looked brave and confident, and Draco was stunned.

He lifted the broom and climbed rapidly with Harry, stopping at a height that should be able to shake off the basilisk.

Harry's eyes were filled with surprise as if he had found a treasure.

"This is too awesome!"

Draco knew he was excited about the performance of the broom.

Just as they were about to speak, they were horrified to find that the basilisk straightened its body and leapt in front of them.

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Before he could close his eyes, he saw the basilisk's eye sockets sunken and dark blood flowing out.

Fawkes flapped his wings and came in front of Harry and Draco.

They formed a horn-like situation with the other two and were in a stalemate with the basilisk that could attack at any time.

In a flash, the basilisk opened its bloody mouth and bit violently.

Fox let out a loud cry, and his claws and wings moved at the same time.

Stabbing, scratching, slapping and striking, they attacked the basilisk's head.

From time to time, it screams near the basilisk's ear hole to disrupt its opponent.

Seeing Fawkes attack, Harry and Draco seemed to have received a signal.

They dodged each other in the air and attacked the basilisk from both sides.

Draco was annoyed to find that the basilisk's hard scales kept rebounding his spells.

At this stage, there is no opportunity to learn magic with stronger destructive power.

Maybe Harry was right in choosing to hold the sword.

Just as I was thinking this, Harry on the other side obviously encountered the same problem.

“Its skin is so tough!!!”

As Harry shouted angrily, there was a dull sound of a long sword hitting hard scales.

Draco's broom spun sharply, and although Fawkes had the upper hand in the fight with the basilisk, he seemed unable to effectively deliver a fatal blow.

He grabbed the broom and flew in front of the basilisk, thinking that perhaps its hunched upper body with its exposed belly was not as strong as its scales.

Suddenly there was a flash of red light, and Fox dodged it at the last minute.

Draco looked towards the source of the beam on the ground.

He was horrified to discover that Riddle was strong enough to cast a curse.

Another blast of green light flew towards the Phoenix. As Fox dodged, he was powerfully swept across by the swinging snake neck.

A cry of sorrow.

"Catch it!"

Hear Harry shout.

Turning sideways, I found that he had hurriedly picked up the broom, trying to rescue the Phoenix that had stalled and fallen.

At the same time, the sword fell straight down, and Draco grabbed it as he dived.

Without thinking, he stabbed directly under the basilisk.

Hold your breath and hope that its belly is much softer than its back.

I felt the heat and fishiness on my hands and heard the roar of the basilisk and Riddle's roar.

It worked!

Draco quickly turned sideways and gripped the broom with his popliteal fossa.

He exerted all his body weight to press sideways on the hilt of the sword, and rapidly descended toward the ground with the sword in his body.

A deep sword mark was fiercely drawn on the basilisk's body.

The basilisk shook its body in pain and swung its long tail at Draco with great force.

He quickly drew out his long sword and turned it diagonally while soaring through the air.

In an instant he was back to Harry's level, dodging the blow that could have shattered bones.

Harry gave himself an expression of admiration and was about to smile back when he saw him anxiously open his mouth to say something.

The words didn't register as my vision went dark and I felt a sharp pain in my back.

When I came to my senses, I had already fallen off the broom in a daze, and the wind was whistling in my ears.

I kept thinking, maybe what Harry wanted to say just now was "be careful".

Despite the pain, he held the sword tightly in his hand and dared not let go.

This is the only weapon they have that can hurt the basilisk right now.

It turns out that when falling from a height, everything around you becomes so slow.

The golden hair fluttered upwards, and seemed to have a slightly bloody red tinge. Only then did I feel a damp heat on my back.

"Draco!"

Seeing Harry rushing towards him with his hands outstretched, he understood what he wanted to do.

He threw the sword upwards, only to find that he had little strength left in his hands.

Fortunately, Harry had excellent flying skills and when the hilt reached the highest point and was about to fall, he hooked the guard.

Harry saw the struggling figure of the basilisk chasing him closely. A question flashed through his mind: Where is Fawkes?

"Draco!"

Harry's hands were still deep and long. What was he trying to do this time?

"Catch me! Draco!"

Everything was unreal slow.

He saw his broom suddenly turn into sparks in the air, temporarily delaying the fangs of the basilisk's pursuit.

I was thinking vaguely, this is what "will be automatically destroyed after use" means.

I can't explain it, but what's occupying my mind is the thought of buying one as soon as it comes on the market.

Harry was seen standing on the broom with both feet, trying to keep his balance.

The basilisk caught up with him again, opened its mouth and was about to bite Harry and his broom off in one bite.

At the critical moment, Harry leaped in his own direction.

The broom started burning in the basilisk's mouth, and the basilisk howled again.

Harry embraced himself with the force of the pounce, and bumped into a group of soft wings.

The two people who were entangled were lifted up slightly and then rolled onto the water-filled ground.

It turned out that I had fallen not far from the ground without realizing it.

She found herself lying limply in Harry's arms.

Did he want to use himself as a scapegoat from the very beginning?

What an idiot!