Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Based on your cousin's understanding of you, he has probably predicted the current result...Draco, you can report to him truthfully."

In the original book, Lucius deliberately had a fight with Arthur Weasley in Flourish and Blotts and secretly put the notebook into Ginny's cauldron.

He attempted to bring the Horcruxes into Hogwarts and pin the blame on the Weasleys.

Draco was unaware of his plan.

"If Dad knew about this, wouldn't he be watching Aurora fall into a trap?" Draco looked confused.

"Father believes in me and won't make himself so miserable..." I patted him, "Tell me, do you not believe in me, or do you not believe in my ability?"

"To be honest, I don't believe it..." Draco gave me a sidelong look.

With Harry around, it's hard for me to lower myself to coax him.

I had no choice but to stick close to him secretly.

Fortunately, he understood my intention.

"From now on, you must discuss everything with me, okay?" he warned.

"Yes!" I nodded solemnly.

"You haven't answered yet, why is the display in the Room of Requirement exactly the same as our room?"

Draco deliberately held on.

"Humph, you ask even though you already know the answer!" I said unhappily.

"In fact, this is the place I've been thinking about in my heart..." Draco whispered, "The days at Malfoy Manor always pass the fastest... Aurora, are you willing to live there with me forever?"

"Damn it, you obviously know the answer..."

I patted his chest gently in a small protest.

"I just really hope you can tell me in person." There was a smile on his lips.

"That is also my wish. However, if I never get married, I can stay in Malfoy Manor forever. My father has already promised me!"

I deliberately contradicted him.

"Then I will never get married in my life! Let the Malfoy bloodline be cut off!" Draco vowed.

In the official Harry Potter fan fiction "The Cursed Child", his wife Astoria became physically weak due to a blood curse, and Draco would rather give up the idea of ​​continuing his offspring than let his wife take the risk of childbirth.

"Be careful with your words! If father finds out, he will definitely give us a brother!"

"It's impossible to give birth, unless..." He suddenly stopped talking and said, "Anyway, I've made up my mind."

"I understand. Actually...me too."

With Harry beside me, I naturally couldn't tell aloud what we had just talked about.

Through the mark between the eyebrows, we can hear each other's thoughts without using any language.

"Well, the next class is almost time," Harry reminded.

His face was grim as he passed me and opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked Draco in a low voice, a little surprised.

Draco smiled and said, "Whatever he does!"

No matter how I tried to ask him, he remained silent.

It was not until much later that I realized that even when we didn't speak, we were always communicating with each other through our eyes.

By the time we arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, it was already full.

Many people who were not in our grade or from other colleges came to listen.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts has become my cousin's fan meeting!"

We barely made it into the classroom.

The three of us sat side by side on a small bench. Draco and Harry, concerned for my safety, put me in the middle.

Inevitably, our legs were pressed tightly together.