Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 232: Old witch, please stop making trouble?

During Umbridge's performance, Draco, Pansy and Daphne watched coldly.

Draco found that she was experiencing the same emotional fluctuations as Granger and Weasley - she had never experienced such vivid hatred.

Harry clenched his fists, and when Umbridge's performance was over, he stood up: "You always say that it's safe in school, but what about leaving school? Don't we have to prepare for what we might encounter outside?"

After Harry spoke, the atmosphere in the class changed again. Curiosity overwhelmed discussion, and Umbridge's eyes revealed the excitement of winning.

Draco let go of Pansy and Daphne's hands, took out his folding fan, and held it tightly in his palm. At the same time, he kept reminding himself to focus and control his emotions.

"There's nothing to prepare for out there, Mr. Potter.

Under the leadership of the Ministry of Magic, we have experienced the most peaceful years of the entire century.

Or do you think there's someone out there lurking, ready to attack kids like you?"

Umbridge almost hummed as she looked askance at Harry.

Harry sneered repeatedly and imitated Umbridge's pretentious thinking: "Let me think about it, could it be the Dark Lord?"

"This...idiot."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Draco finally couldn't help but curse softly.

Although it was a blame, it was mixed with heartache and reluctance.

Fortunately, the class was in chaos and screaming because Harry directly said the Dark Lord's name, and Draco's voice was extremely soft, so no one except Pansy and Daphne heard Draco's whisper.

This time, Umbridge seemed unable to bear it any longer and let out a triumphant laugh:

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter.

I can take this opportunity to make myself clear.

Some say that some evil wizard has returned from the dead—"

"He's not dead! He's back!"

Harry's roar cut off Umbridge's words, but she only looked more pleased with herself.

"Mr. Potter, if you want to make things worse, I'm happy to oblige.

But like I said, someone, and this person may be in the school, deliberately gave you the message to spread panic, and it was all lies."

"That's not a lie! I've seen him in person and fought him!"

Harry continued to argue with Umbridge. Pansy had closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear it any longer. Daphne patted Draco's thigh in a worried manner.

As for Draco, after performing Occlumency, he managed to control his emotions.

He began to think about how to deal with Umbridge and effectively slow down her provocations against Harry in the coming year.

Especially now that it's clear that Harry's mood has been very unstable this year.

As long as someone deliberately slanders and erases the fact that the Dark Lord has returned, Harry will definitely lose control.

While Draco was thinking, the dispute continued for a while until Umbridge announced with a smile that Harry would be punished with labor service tomorrow evening.

Umbridge began reading from the textbook again, but Harry did not sit down.

The Gryffindor students seemed to have a different feeling towards Harry. Their fear and dislike were mixed with a bit of admiration.

"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory killed himself?"

As Harry spoke, Draco remained expressionless and could only sigh in his heart.

Most of the students couldn't help but gasp.

Cedric's death has become a taboo topic on campus.

No one knows what happened, and Harry, the only one at the scene, is now regarded as an extremely unstable psychopath who cannot be trusted.

In contrast to the students' attitude, Umbridge clearly showed her joy of victory.

She looked past Harry and towards Draco.

Ignoring Harry's question, he spoke mechanically as if explaining the rules:

"It seems that order in your class is unusually difficult to maintain.

Well, I've been prepared.

We will need a prefect to help maintain order, and she will be responsible for notifying and supervising the punishment you deserve for any violations in class."

The sudden change of topic left the class confused.

Umbridge walked down the podium mysteriously, stood in front of the first row of tables and made an announcement.

"Please come forward, Miss Draco Malfoy."

All eyes in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom gathered instantly, and Draco, who was suddenly called, kept his confusion deep in his heart.

He stood up calmly and gracefully and walked to the front of the classroom obediently.

As he passed the Gryffindor student seating area, he clearly sensed the hostility and sneered at Weasley.

In the dim classroom, three people were standing in a corner, their eyes locked with each other.

Harry's scorching gaze roared silently with anger, while Umbridge was full of pride at having succeeded.

Draco's expression was calm and cold, and his eyes slowly wandered between the two of them.

His eyes radiated mixed emotions as he passed over Harry, silently trying to read his mind.

The emotions that emerged in Draco's mind made his heart chill and his fingertips grow cold.

At this moment, Harry's confusion about himself gradually overwhelmed his anger towards Umbridge - aren't you on my side again?

Harry's chaotic emotions, filled with anger, rushed into Draco's mind along with Legilimency.

She resisted the urge to bite her lower lip, closed her eyes slightly, and tried to calm herself down, suppressing the disappointment of being misunderstood once again.

Draco calmed himself down, turned to Umbridge, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly.

Only then did she realize that Umbridge was looking back at her with malice in her eyes.

"So, Miss Malfoy, how do you suggest I punish Mr. Potter?"