Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 230 Why are you so upset?

After walking a few steps, Nott came to meet them. He also bowed with an overly solemn attitude: "Miss Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, Miss Greengrass."

The three of them nodded in return.

At the same time, Pansy glared sharply at the people passing by who had already started spreading rumors.

"Good morning, Nott. You don't have to do this."

Draco tried to persuade him gently with some reluctance, but Nott just spoke to himself.

Only when trying to explain himself does he reveal the hesitation beneath his apparent silence.

"I was only following my father's instructions to treat Miss Malfoy with courtesy.

Please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of dining with you three."

Listening to Nott's speech, Daphne and Pansy spoke before Draco responded.

"Thank you, Mr. Nott. It's just that - being polite doesn't mean you have to wait outside the auditorium for a long time just to say good morning."

"Yes, and this actually puts a lot of pressure on us."

"This...this...I hadn't thought about it...I'm extremely sorry for causing trouble to you all."

Pansy's frankness seemed to frustrate Nott. He frowned deeply, bowed solemnly again to apologize, and quickly turned around and walked into the auditorium.

When he stepped onto the stairs, perhaps because he was absent-minded, his toes kicked the stone steps and he staggered twice.

Daphne turned to Pansy hesitantly.

“It seems too direct...”

As soon as she opened her mouth, Pansy showed a rare expression of admitting her mistake.

"How did I know he would react like this?"

Draco could only sigh silently in his heart.

Judging from what he learned using Legilimency, Nott should not be too scheming.

He was simply following his father's instructions.

But why did Mr. Nott suddenly want his son to be close to him?

Nott seemed to hint that, from what he knew, Lucius had something to do with the matter.

But Draco, who knew his father's character well, realized that this was most likely just a lie told by Mr. Nott.

There is no way my father would arrange for a relative stranger to approach me without informing me in advance.

It looks like tonight's class with Severus will require spending more time asking about the history of the Nott family and the Dark Lord.

Draco walked into the hall with Pansy and Daphne thoughtfully.

When the owls flew down with the letters and packages, whispers could be clearly heard at the dining table as the new Slytherin prefect tried to invite the three daughters to have breakfast together but was embarrassedly rejected.

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But that wasn’t the only campus gossip for breakfast that day.

During the meal, Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry looking unhappy.

Judging from the seating arrangement, even many Gryffindor students believed that Harry was crazy.

When they saw him, they stayed away from him, fearing that he would suddenly go mad and announce the return of the Dark Lord.

This obviously made Harry's temper extremely bad.

In just half an hour of breakfast, he glared at other Gryffindor students several times, swearing and looking ferocious. And this only made him look even crazier.

"With his temper, the stinking toad should be able to successfully provoke him easily."

Pansy looked at Draco, then at Harry, and whispered in amazement.

Draco frowned slightly, feeling worried and a little reluctant.

After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, he responded softly, "He was having a hard time, too. He spent the entire summer worrying about being expelled, and he also attended the trial.

I finally returned to school, but found that no one believed in me. Anyone would be unhappy. "

Pansy didn't answer, but just stared at Draco with a half-smile.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Draco, feeling a little embarrassed by being looked at, finally couldn't help but complain.

Daphne sipped her breakfast tea gently and said slowly, "At least, remind him once more before the afternoon class."

"I'll find a chance to try it out when we leave the auditorium."

Draco watched Harry yell at Seamus again, frowned, and blew a breath of hot air into the teacup in his hand.

After seeing Harry and Ron get up and leave, he waited for a moment before getting up with Pansy and Daphne.

Before I even stepped out of the auditorium, I witnessed the second gossip incident of the morning through the door.

Zhang Qiu, who had always been surrounded by the beauties of Ravenclaw, abandoned his friends.

He went alone to meet Harry, Ron and Hermione who had just finished breakfast.

Draco whispered something to Harry, but Harry seemed to nod in agreement.

Seeing the two of them talking like this, Zhang Qiu suddenly turned around and left until Ron spoke.

"What's going on with that woman?" Pansy asked unhappily.

Draco narrowed his eyes without saying a word, looking at Harry who was completely unaware.

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After the Charms class, Monday's nightmare schedule seemed to improve slightly.

Professor Flitwick apparently thought that the best use of this semester was to have everyone review the more complex spells of the past four years in preparation for the upcoming exams.

This made the class much easier and the Slytherins felt relieved.

But Potions was a different story.

This was the first time since Draco started school that he hadn't seen Severus for the entire summer vacation.

It also gave her a little more personal anticipation for the difficult courses.

When Severus first saw Draco, his face was emotionless, and his dark eyes lit up.

But soon, the momentary glory disappeared when Harry walked into the cellar.

Something seemed to have happened during the summer vacation that made the relationship between Harry and Snape increasingly tense.

The Potions class ended after Harry messed up the potion.

Snape asked all the students in the class to put the prepared potion into small bottles and put them on the desk in front. Except for Harry, who was targeted by Snape and scolded in public because of his impatience.

When Harry said in a righteous tone how he had missed the third line of instructions, Snape waved his wand coldly, turning Harry's potion into nothing.

Although from the look on Harry's face, he clearly thought that this was all unfair.

His potions weren't the worst in the class.

When Draco finished packing the potion and passed by Harry, he heard him grappling through his teeth: "I still think he's a good person. Did I misunderstand him?"

Although the voice was deep, it was full of anger.

Draco took a deep breath, not sure what to say.

In the Potions classroom, all kinds of strange-colored potion vapors filled the air, obscuring the vision.

Draco bit his lip and paused.

Her fingers slid across the edge of the table where Harry sat, and she soothed him softly: "Don't be like this..."

But there was no response from Harry.

After Draco handed over the potion, he turned around and found that Harry had left the cellar.

Something felt heavy between my chest and neck.

I didn't understand my mood at the moment, and I didn't understand Harry's inexplicable emotions.

Until he heard Severus speak softly: "Same time in the evening. Also, remind Potter that he must learn to control his emotions too."

Severus showed unusual concern for Harry, and Draco couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

But seeing Severus's furrowed brows and deeper wrinkles, she could only suppress her curiosity.

I nodded, tried to concentrate, and walked out of the classroom.

Something must have happened in the Gryffindor common room after we parted last night, otherwise, why was Harry so irritable all day?

During lunch, after noticing that Draco seemed to be hiding some emotions, Pansy and Daphne asked him several times before Draco briefly explained what happened before the end of the Potions class.

Daphne gently took Draco's hand, but Pansy remained silent.

It was not until the afternoon History of Magic class that Pansy spoke angrily: "If he dares to vent his anger on you again, I will take Astoria to turn him into a slug."

Draco looked at Daphne in surprise, and they both looked at Pansy's serious expression.

Thinking of Astoria's petite body pulling out the wand without saying a word, my uneasy heart finally felt relieved.

The three of them couldn't help but chuckle slightly, but the improvement only lasted for a moment.

My mood got worse as I got closer to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Especially when she saw Umbridge's big toad-like face acting like a little girl, with a dreamy expression, leaning on the back of her folded hands, and showing what she thought was a charming smile.

Not long after, Harry also walked into the classroom, still with a sullen face and silent. (It's just the rebellious and irritable period. After 20,000 or 30,000 words, I started to catch up. It's almost there.)

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