Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 157 Late Night in the Library

Behind Draco, the cardboard box and the badge turned into hot slime in the boy's hands.

Amidst the screams and cries, disgusting blisters that kept oozing pus appeared on the palms of his hands that were holding the cardboard box.

Passing by Harry, he could feel his awe-filled and admiring gaze.

Hermione looked at Draco with some helplessness and gratitude, glanced at her pocket watch, and pulled Harry downstairs and left.

As Draco left the back corridor, the Slytherin students present silently took off their badges and threw them on the ground.

Snape, who arrived later, was shocked because the students who stopped Draco were blocking the traffic in the corridor.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were fined 20 points each, but Draco's actions were ignored.

As a result, the memory of Draco being transformed by Moody gradually faded from people's minds.

Return to the image of being aloof and cold, with unreasonable arrogance, and doted on by Snape.

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"Are you still angry?"

Daphne asked softly.

After leaving the hallway, the three of them headed toward the campus at Daphne's suggestion.

The first snow had fallen a few days ago, and the grassy grounds of Hogwarts were beginning to be covered with a thin layer of snow.

The emerald green is dotted with white, and it is the last touch of green before the snow in winter.

"Those idiots. Don't waste your energy on them."

Pansy kicked the new snow mixed with thin ice with her short boots and spoke soothingly.

Both of them knew that the real reason that made Draco so furious was definitely not just the other party's abruptness and usurpation.

"never mind."

Draco took a deep breath, the cool air refreshing.

She unexpectedly discovered that the long-lost anger seemed to have made the past few days

The tense mood caused by schoolwork, Harry and Moody was relieved.

"Daphne..."

Draco looked at his best friend who was always gentle and considerate and spoke.

As soon as I called his name, he nodded.

"Don't worry. When you're done, we'll go find Hannah and explain."

Daphne said softly.

The one who was affected by the spell just now was a Hufflepuff child after all.

I thought I should at least explain what happened to Hannah, but I had other things to deal with.

"I'll go too. You're too reserved. If you're not careful it'll turn into an apology meeting."

Pansy finished, winked at Draco, picked up Daphne, and walked back to the common room.

After watching his best friend leave, Draco slowly walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, to the pumpkin patch where he had hidden in his third year.

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Harry looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

After sending the letter of condolence and duel practice regarding the Goblet of Fire, the two quickly agreed on a place to practice.

While Hagrid was busy taking care of the blasting-tailed skrewt and Madame Maxime's giant horse,

"Borrowed" his big pumpkin patch.

What was more surprising was that Hermione also showed up for the first practice session.

She claimed that with the top student in the grade present, any emergency would be easier to resolve.

Draco was naturally not to be outdone and said that he was familiar with duels and did not need Hermione to watch him.

The first practice session, as expected, ended in tragedy.

After Harry's spell hit Draco in the air,

The curse Draco cast hit Hermione, causing her front teeth to grow much longer.

Fortunately, this minor injury was healed overnight with Madam Pomfrey's skillful hands.

Hermione also took some effort to make her originally buck teeth straighter and brighter.

It even made her jaw smaller, making her expression more lively and smart, and her face look smaller and more delicate.

After that, the three decided to hold off on practicing until today.

"Are you the only one here?"

Draco was a little surprised not to see Hermione when he arrived at the pumpkin field.

"She said that until we figure out why someone would duel with fangs, we should stay in the library."

Harry explained with a smile.

He didn't quite understand what Draco was thinking when he used this spell.

Draco's pretty face instantly turned red with embarrassment and he kept cursing.

"Then she should just stay in the library. It's surprising to see such a defenseless person watching a duel up close."

While the two were laughing and joking, they did not forget their business and stood on both sides.

Harry watched Draco press his heels together in the soft snow, then slightly raise his toes.

He raised his wand straight in front of his eyes, tied it into a flower shape elegantly, and turned back to his side with a quick gesture.

The formality of the ceremony made him feel like he was back in the second grade duel club.

While busy imitating him, he saw the bright smile in Draco's eyes.

Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

They smiled at each other and blushed.

The practice time flies by.

Draco successfully cast the Barrier Charm several times, blocking Harry's spells.

The two also practiced a lot of attack and defense that they learned in Moody's class, but never mentioned the class on the Unforgivable Curses.

As the afternoon bell sounded, Harry, hiding under his invisibility cloak, walked towards the library with Draco.

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Return to the corner that the two have occupied for a long time since the second grade.

That was the corner hidden by the bookshelves before entering the forbidden book area, and the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the corner were shining with snowy light.

"Weasley still ignoring you?"

While asking the question softly, he flipped through a book on Legilimency.

One had a hunch that after Occlumency training came Legilimency.

Harry remained silent under the invisibility cloak, but Draco could sense his extreme dissatisfaction.

"Whatever. Hermione also said he was just jealous."

"I'm too lazy to pester him and try to force him to grow up quickly."

Hearing Harry's indignant complaints, Draco recalled a scene in his memory.

A faint smile appeared and soft voice was spoken.

"I told you a long time ago how important it is to choose your friends carefully."

Harry's mouth opened and Draco stuck out his tongue.

After a little revenge, he easily changed the subject.

"Did Sirius hear back?"

"No."

Harry responded dully.

He fell out with Ron and became the school's number one villain.

At the same time, she was worried about Sirius's loss of contact, and she opened the Daily Prophet with trepidation every day.

All these things made Harry feel extremely bad.

Draco had rarely seen Harry so down in the dumps.

For a moment, I didn’t know what to do.

There are some words stuck in my chest, but I just can't say them.

He had no choice but to pick up the quill on the table, write on the notebook, and push it to Harry's seat.

After leaving it there for a few seconds, it was quickly pulled back.

After blushing and smearing the words, she fled the scene in shame.

Harry had already imprinted the words deeply in his mind.

?I will accompany you.

-

Perhaps it was Draco's bold confession.

In the next day's Potions class, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood.

However, this was immediately destroyed by Colin who broke in.

He trembled and told Snape that the fighters had to take costume photos and interviews.

Leading the reluctant Harry out of the cellar.

It was the next morning when Draco saw Harry again.

Appeared in the form of a photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

That's Rita Skeeter's long column.

The article, which was supposed to be a detailed report on the Triwizard Tournament, was filled with sentimental language and fabricated private information.

For example, Harry still cries for his parents.

And how he and Hermione became a close couple at Hogwarts.

Daphne, who had been deeply harmed by Skeeter, folded the newspaper and put it next to the dining table.

Pansy then waved her wand and the newspaper turned to ashes.

Draco left the table without saying a word and walked into the library.

Seeing Hermione already sitting in the corner, I knew Harry was here too.

I wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the noisy sound of a group of girls whispering.

He turned around unhappily and found Krum wandering around the nearby bookshelf with a gloomy face.

A group of inexplicable women followed behind him.

When Krum saw him, he greeted him in very unstandard English.

"Brother Draco, this is a bad case. Scissors and mud hate Kaixin."

"It's Draco, not Draco."

"Good morning, Krum."

He suppressed his temper and returned the greeting, glaring coldly at the followers behind Krum.

The cold gaze forced the girls' silly laughter away.

But it didn't stop Hermione from laughing at Krum's poor pronunciation.