Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 220 See You Again in 5 Years

We talked to each other about our summer vacation and it was soon evening.

The candles in the bedroom lit up automatically when the spell sensed that it was getting dark.

The three of them lay on their own side of the bed and chatted.

"You are so self-willed, it hurts people."

Daphne complained, and Pansy followed suit.

"That's right. We're not that afraid of death."

"I'm sorry. But Voldemort is really scary. That's why I'm worried about getting you into trouble."

Draco apologized profusely.

I felt guilty while trying to explain.

If I were in Daphne's or Pansy's situation, I would never be happy.

"Together, we will be brave."

Daphne said softly but firmly.

"That's right." Pansy nodded repeatedly.

Draco smiled, and all three of them held each other's hands, as if drawing a circle on Draco's bed.

"Speaking of the Dark Lord," Pansy asked suddenly curiously, looking at the carvings on the ceiling.

"What does he look like?"

Daphne seemed curious as well.

Draco had to search his memory.

So much happened that night, and so many emotions were involved.

“I actually just remember…”

For a moment, Draco could only think of one thing. "He seems to have no nose."

Pansy chuckled again, and even Daphne couldn't help laughing.

Amid the giggles of the girls, the dinner bell rang.

-

"It's been fifty years. But it feels like yesterday."

From the dark corridor came a soft baritone voice that sounded as melodious as a song.

The wizard who led Dumbledore to the top of the castle changed his expression, nodded to Dumbledore, and hurriedly fled along the same route.

"I increasingly believe that the mystery of time far surpasses the most profound magic."

Dumbledore watched the wizard's back as he walked away, blinking his eyes gently. His blue eyes were distant and deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised under his thick white beard.

The voice that spoke was faint and floating.

"This kind of thinking is the leniency that only comes from a higher perspective."

An intoxicating male voice rose up, like a song and a complaint, as if plucking the strings of a musical instrument, turning the stone chamber into a speaker, allowing the low-key string sounds to slide and echo.

"For mortals like me, the meaning of time is only the end or the unknown. If you think about it this way, the mystery of magic is far more unknown than time, isn't it?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

It seemed as if he was quietly savoring the flow of music, yet also as if he was waiting for the moisture in the corners of his eyes to be blown away by the cold wind.

After a moment, he slowly said: "You have become humble."

"Haha."

The man sneered a few times before answering with a smile.

It seemed as if the musician put down the bow and raised his index finger to play with the strings.

"You inadvertently revealed complacency."

"The regret that comes with confession can be thought-provoking."

Dumbledore blinked behind his half-moon lenses, hearing the man's teasing and retorting with a mocking tone.

"Or maybe it just makes people feel at peace and no longer have to worry about far-reaching interests."

Dumbledore stopped, secretly hoping for a counterattack from the male voice.

But what surprised him was the dead silence.

Then, there was a sigh and a question that made the old headmaster of Hogwarts open his eyes.

"You've been pretty lonely these past fifty years, haven't you?"

Try to get to know each other again in a verbal exchange that is no longer the same as before.

Dumbledore was relieved to find that, although his state of mind had changed a little, the other party was still the only person in the world who could see through his state of mind.

"If I had known what you look like now, I would have come earlier."

The voice that was always wise and mysterious suddenly became fragile and old. It seemed to understand that there was no need to hide anything in front of this person.

"You've come just in time." The man smiled gently.

"If I had arrived earlier, I might still be the same as before."

The tone of the other party's reply was still full of wild charm, as if the accumulation of fifty years had added to the charm.

"On the contrary, your coming this time may make me disappointed in you."

The man paused and spoke softly.

"Unless you are doing it for another reason."

Dumbledore's old voice couldn't help but smile at his slight sarcasm.

"Of course not for Tom. I am old, but not useless. He has already recruited giants and werewolves. Now he is obsessed with training a new army of zombies."

"poor child."

Although the heavily guarded iron gate blocked their view, they could both imagine each other's expressions at the moment.

Both men were unimpressed by Tom's behavior, but Dumbledore seemed to have a deeper concern.

"My concern is always for the people who may be implicated in the conflict, or even lose their lives."

Dumbledore said, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening a little.

Hearing his words, a deep sigh came from the cage.

"I don't think I'm qualified to comment on that, Albus."

"You really have changed, Gellert."

Tears slid down from behind the half-moon lenses and disappeared into the long beard.

"That's good."

In the iron cell, Grindelwald remained silent. After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"So, who are you here for?"

"A student."

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, slid his index finger across the corner of his eye, and faced the tear marks honestly.

"Malfoy's daughter." ...

-

"Ugh...Pansy!!!"

After Daphne and Pansy moved to Grimmauld Place, life became much happier.

Soon, it was the last day of summer vacation.

Although Narcissa prepared a bedroom for each of them, the three of them often lay on Draco's bed and chatted until they fell asleep after washing up.

Of course, Daphne and Pansy always found excuses to chat with Narcissa in the living room after dinner.

Leaving Draco some time alone with his invisible neighbor.

Pansy is always the first one to get up.

After getting up, she would always quietly slide her index finger back and forth across Draco's lips.

Trying to use touch to bring back the dream she didn't want to talk about a while ago.

During the first few nights, it did remind Draco of dreams he dared not recall.

But after opening her eyes several times and seeing Pansy's cunning eyes, she had already developed the reaction of directly stopping her best friend.

This time, too.

After glaring at Pansy with a hint of annoyance, she saw her running to the other side of the bed with a smile and lying down next to Daphne.

It seemed that he was preparing to harm Daphne who was still sleeping.

But she found Daphne in her sleep, and when she felt the trembling behind her, she turned sideways without thinking, reached out her hand, and groped and stroked Pansy's hair.

As if soothing her to sleep.

Pansy was stunned for a moment, and she and Draco looked at each other in surprise.

Judging from Daphne's reaction, until now, Astoria would often go to her sister's side and sleep with her whenever she couldn't fall asleep.

My early morning urge to play was purified by Daphne's warm gesture.

The three of them fell into a deep sleep again until the bell rang, indicating that breakfast was ready.