Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 226 Determination in the Carriage

The northbound Hogwarts Express was greeted by showers as it crossed the border into England.

The falling raindrops struggled to leave traces of struggle on the car windows before being intercepted by the wind.

In the carriage, the Slytherin girls continued to whisper, as if the experience of riding the train was not much different from the past four years. However, the content of their conversations was no longer as joyful as it was a year ago.

"Nott...always looks like he has some secret."

Daphne said in her usual soft voice, her eyes full of uncertainty.

Pansy frowned and patted her knee with her right hand while speaking, as if trying to get rid of something bothering her:

"If he were another prefect, maybe he would have to be more careful about what he did."

Draco leaned quietly against the window sill, letting Astoria lean against him to read.

She didn't tell Pansy and Daphne what she had spied on Nott's mind.

Although his best friends, like Harry, do not allow themselves to distance themselves from each other in order to protect themselves.

But no matter what, they are not on the Dark Lord's side.

It goes without saying that Harry is the Dark Lord's mortal enemy.

Pansy and Daphne also had a distant relationship with the Dark Lord.

Although they, like him, were from a prominent Slytherin family, Parkinson and the Greengrasses were not very interested in becoming Death Eaters.

At most, he would secretly support his friends and relatives based on their possible joining the Dark Lord's position.

This also made Draco make up his mind.

No matter what, he would not pass on information about the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters to the people he deeply cared about.

Promising not to run away or to distance yourself from them doesn't mean you have to involve them.

It's just that I might have to worry more.

After all, the original idea was to simply use distance to protect them.

Since I want to maintain the relationship unchanged, I have to be more proactive in protecting their ignorance and safety.

His worried thoughts were complicated, but his expression didn't change much.

Draco smiled at Pansy and Daphne. "We won't really do anything. If the new professor doesn't go too far."

Draco reached into his pocket and gently touched the signet ring that his mother had told him to carry with him.

Pansy couldn't help but laugh, while Daphne covered her mouth, her eyes flickering mysteriously.

-

They all understood how Umbridge had angered Draco.

Pansy stood up and took down the off-white leather bucket bag from the luggage rack.

He loosened the drawstring gently, took out a small glass bottle, and shook the bottle gently.

After confirming that the beetle in the glass bottle was still sleeping peacefully, she took out a bright green peacock feather pen from her bag and handed it to Draco.

"This, you said before might come in handy." Pansy said, blinking her right eye.

"Thank you! Did you encounter any difficulties?" Draco asked curiously after thanking her, but Pansy shook her head with a little doubt.

"Strangely enough, when I asked her for this pen, she generously lent it to me and even demonstrated how to use it."

Pansy said as she exchanged looks with Draco and Daphne.

Ladybug's behavior made Draco show a rare look of surprise.

"Is she okay?" Daphne couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Very good. Or rather, very good, so good that it's a little weird."

Pansy paused and scratched the short hair behind her ear.

"After giving her a good warning at the end of last term, she was originally sent home.

As a result, he came to my door again during the summer vacation and said that he hoped to return to the bottle so that he could feel more at ease.

I don’t know what the world inside the bottle looks like.”

This made Daphne even more worried. She turned to Draco and asked, "Did Mr. Borgin say what the bottle was used for?"

Draco stood up and sat next to Daphne, took out his wand and tapped it on the bottle.

After blocking the sound of the conversation from the glass bottle, he spoke softly: "Except for the spell cast on it that allows you to clearly hear your own thoughts, it is actually just an ordinary bottle."

Draco looked at Daphne and briefly explained what the bottle did.

Originally, it was just a toy for people to play with.

Open the bottle and put it close to the other person's ear, so that the other person can hear your voice in the bottle and panic.

That's why the gentleman from Borgin and Burke was willing to take out such things as Draco's childhood birthday present.

It has some of the evil taste of a dark wizard, but it is not too dangerous.

As for such a gift becoming a weapon against Skeeter, it was purely a coincidence.

"Maybe she really likes being alone with her own voice. She's an even more narcissistic fool than you might think." Pansy shrugged helplessly after hearing this.

"At least her current interest is not in writing things to harm people." Daphne was speechless and could only guess.

The three of them smiled happily again, the express train whistle blew long, and the platform of Hogsmeade was already in sight.

Draco stood up and prepared to meet in the prefect's carriage. Before stepping out of the carriage, Pansy and Daphne said in unison: "We will find a carriage to wait for you first."

Draco smiled, turned around, winked at his sisters, and walked out of the carriage.

-

Scotland in September is slightly chilly after nightfall.

Draco stepped out of the carriage door and prepared to help guide the new students, but he couldn't help shivering. He found that Theodore Nott was already standing on the platform waiting.

"Miss Malfoy." He bowed respectfully.

As if wanting to follow the etiquette of the social circle, he helped himself out of the car.

Notice that he was wearing a silver-black triangle ring on his right index finger.

There is a totem on it that I have never seen before.

Inside the diamond shape formed by the vines was a flame shape that looked like a burning fire in a fireplace. The carvings were sloppily written, and it emitted a faint green light.

"Thank you, Nott. But there's no need to be so polite. I can walk by myself." Draco declined with a smile.

Watching Nott retreat respectfully, I felt a little suspicious.

Although they are also a powerful family among the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans, the Nott family has always kept a distance from the core of the familiar social circle.

All I know is that my father would visit the Knott house from time to time, but Mr. Knott never showed up at home.

During the four years at school, I never had much contact with the young master of the Nott family.

He always kept to himself and was quiet. Even in the lounge, he would hide in a corner and play with various magic tools.

Apart from his excellent academic performance, Knott's shadow is so small that it is easy to overlook him.

How come he appears in front of me so actively after just one summer vacation?

Could it be that, as he said, it really has something to do with his father?