Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 241 Pomfrey: They are indeed a pair of star-crossed lovers

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly took out a pocket watch from his robe pocket.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Draco was able to catch a glimpse of the twelve pointers in a hurry.

"That's enough for today. Let's stop here for now."

Dumbledore spoke abruptly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stared at Grindelwald.

Before Draco could feel surprised, he saw a tear drop quietly sliding down the corner of his eye and disappearing into his long beard.

Grindelwald also slowly closed his normal single eye, leaving his white pupil wide open, like a full moon, reflecting the double half-moons on Dumbledore's nose. Whether it was full or not, only the two of them knew in their hearts.

Draco could only watch from the side. The two were undoubtedly communicating with each other, but it was obvious that they were also using some magic that he was not aware of, so Draco could not see the secret in their silence.

He just stood there quietly until Grindelwald opened his eyes again and Professor Dumbledore walked towards him.

"We should go back too, Draco."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and let Draco hold it. He turned his back to Grindelwald, faced the stone window, and closed his eyes heavily and slowly.

"Goodbye, Gellert."

"Have a safe trip, Albus. Thank you, Draco Malfoy."

While Draco was still puzzled, he vaguely noticed that Dumbledore seemed to sigh softly.

Before I could react, I felt a pulling force pulling me.

"One day, you will understand."

As the world spun around, Draco's mind kept echoing with the words that Grindelwald had sent to his heart.

Soon, the familiar scent of grass filled my nose, and the stockings wearing closed shoes could feel the moisture again.

"Professor..." Draco couldn't help but call out in a low voice as he stepped into the campus and walked back to the castle.

Dumbledore stopped and looked gentle. Draco looked at the old headmaster, still hesitant.

I remembered the time when he and Grindelwald cast a spell, and his temperament was completely different from that of the Dark Lord.

Deep within the poetic and picturesque picture, an awe-inspiring elegance naturally emanates.

After struggling for a while, he finally said: "Why... when we were outside the courtroom, you didn't even look at Harry...?"

Dumbledore heard the question, turned sideways, and walked towards the castle without saying a word.

Draco could only suppress his anxiety about offending the headmaster, lowered his head, and followed closely behind.

It was not until they were about to step onto the castle steps that Dumbledore turned around and spoke softly: "Draco..."

I raised my head and looked at the tall figure. I found that after tonight, the wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to be carved by an axe or hammer, making them more profound.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Dumbledore spoke again: "If you want, you can tell Harry about our lessons. But before that, take a good rest."

Dumbledore said, leaving Draco alone with his brows furrowed, and walked into the castle without looking back.

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Unlike in the past when he would look forward to his weekly classes with Severus despite being worried, after that night, Draco never heard from Professor Dumbledore about the next class schedule.

This threw her firmly back into the tedium of campus life.

The fifth grade semester is much busier than I imagined, with me always running back and forth between classes and review.

I couldn't imagine how much sleep I would have to sacrifice when Quidditch season began.

But this is not the most stressful thing.

For a whole week, apart from the magical creature breeding class with Gryffindor, there was no major interaction between Harry and me.

Even in class, Harry seemed very irritated by the fact that Professor Grubbly-Plank had replaced Hagrid.

Apart from that, her special regard for Nott seemed to only remind Harry of his own interaction with Nott on the first night of term.

Helpless, she kept convincing herself that the indifference and alienation in Harry's eyes were just an illusion.

But even this meager self-comfort gradually could not be sustained.

The eye contact we always had when we had meals in the auditorium has gradually faded into memories.

Although she noticed Harry stealing glances at her from time to time, every time she turned back to stare, Harry would always quickly look away.

I originally thought that the summer vacation at Grimmauld Place was the slowest pace of time, but when I came to my senses, I was shocked to realize that every minute and every second of this week was very much like the powerless struggle of the fourth graders under the Imperius Curse.

No matter how I deal with myself, it's hard to escape Harry's distant look.

What's worse, the impending cyclical torture of the body further exacerbated and sent my mood into the bottom of a dark vortex.

Did I do something wrong to make Harry so hostile?

I can't help but ask myself this question over and over before falling asleep, until the morning sun stings my dry eyes and I realize that I have once again been unable to sleep all night.

In order not to worry Pansy, Daphne and Astoria, she could only immerse herself more in books and spells, and recall the first lesson between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Although my thoughts were going awry and reviewing in such a state of mind would be completely ineffective, I still tried my best.

It seems that this can stop me from being troubled by worries, and it seems that this can make time go by faster.

Then, in between the turns, I hoped that I would have some chance to meet and talk privately with Harry.

This was the most confusing day on campus since Riddle took over his consciousness.

It was not until I saw the news in the Daily Prophet that Umbridge became the Chief Inspector of Hogwarts at breakfast that I realized that a week had passed without me noticing.

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"Are you really not going to ask Madam Pomfrey for the medicine?"

"The toad is a more ominous omen than the black dog... Why did it happen today?"

After breakfast, they returned to the dormitory and saw Draco's pale cheeks. Daphne and Pansy both looked worried.

"It's okay, this way I can avoid Toad's class."

Draco forced a smile, feeling thankful that he no longer had to be so cautious in front of his best friend. He threw himself on the bed, curled up in the quilt, and spoke in a muffled voice.

What was not said was that there were two classes with Gryffindor today.

I don't know when I started to be afraid of seeing Harry's cold and distant look. I only know that when I began to feel this fear towards Harry, I felt an unbearable chill in my stomach, as if someone had cast a curse on me and I was stuck in a knot.

After watching Daphne and Pansy go out to class, he once again buried himself deeply in the quilt, enduring the torture of his body.

The lower abdomen felt heavy, stuffy and sore as if being torn by a hook, and the base of the head and neck pulled out waves of shock and beating that would penetrate from the back and sides of the head.

Each impact was so painful that it almost broke Draco's bones, leaving teeth marks on his pale and dry lips.

Even when she breathed in and out, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes, her fingertips felt cold, and her teeth trembled slightly.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the physical torment has left me with no time to think about the troubles of the past few days.

Instead, when the body finally could no longer bear the discomfort and fatigue, it welcomed the long-awaited deep sleep.

I woke up from sleep and heard the door of the dormitory open, and two familiar female voices.

Daphne and Pansy had finished their classes and returned to the dormitory, whispering to each other with reluctance to leave.

"Let her rest for a while. Otherwise, she has hardly slept these days."

"Of course, what else can I do? This idiot. He is usually so nice, how come he becomes like this after falling in love with someone?"

"You're always moved by the person you like, but they both have so much on their shoulders..."

"I know, but I think it's very unfair. Madam Pomfrey keeps calling them the unfortunate couple and the bad luck couple."

Update status: 49.63 more to go (including gifts and red envelopes)

There are two superimposed plans: 1. Generate 1000 copies of Love in one week 2. Paid gifts and rewards of 100 yuan

I am still seeking to generate electricity for love, but since the Qingming Festival, I have rarely generated electricity for love.