Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 201 Let me go, you perverted Potter!

The last month of the semester passed by so quickly that it seemed as if the castle itself was eager to get its students home.

A large number of articles slandering Harry and Dumbledore began to appear in the Daily Prophet.

Most of the content is about Harry's excessive love of being the center of attention.

They even committed multiple violations of laws and regulations but abused their privileges to get away with it.

At the same time, columns reporting on Fu Ji's benevolent policies and his efforts to stabilize the people's hearts are often published.

Although the fact that Skeeter is still "missing" has reduced the power of exaggeration and gossip,

But the overwhelming propaganda and fabrication,

Many students and parents still have doubts about Harry and Dumbledore.

There were more and more rumors on campus, and the hostility that originally surrounded Harry slowly resurfaced.

Not many people really believed that Voldemort had returned.

In contrast, more people tend to think that

Harry was just looking for an excuse to completely distance himself from Cedric's death.

Draco watched silently, but didn't know what he could do.

He could only evasively think that, at least this time, Ron and Hermione were by his side.

I remembered the conversation in the first grade carriage.

Fortunately for Harry, he did not choose the wrong side.

I'm not the one who can accompany Harry at a moment like this, am I?

Such thoughts corroded Draco like a poison.

I found that from that day on, I actually started to avoid Harry's burning gaze.

I deeply hate myself for this, but I also feel a little relieved that I have this excuse.

That's all. In time, Harry will return to his world.

Then, I would repeatedly hate this reality for which I could only find excuses.

I know that this was a decision made in an instant.

In order to prevent himself from becoming a tool of the Dark Lord's threat, and to protect Harry and his family.

But it still makes me feel uncomfortable.

Why can I only be brave when I am escaping?

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Over the past month, Draco's emotions had been churning beneath his calm exterior.

I found that the brain occlumency technique seemed to be getting more and more handy.

I also vaguely began to understand the connection between the effectiveness of spells and emotions.

Fortunately, Daphne and Pansy were with me during this period.

Even Astoria seemed to know what was going on and stopped cursing Harry.

And so it was that Dumbledore gave his end-of-school speech.

The content of the speech evoked too many complex emotions in too many students in the auditorium, and only fragments remained in their hearts.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you about this."

"Perhaps this is because they do not believe that Lord Voldemort has been reborn..."

"Harry Potter managed to escape from Lord Voldemort."

"In every way, he showed a level of skill that few wizards could possess when facing Lord Voldemort,"

"What a noble display of courage."

"Lord Voldemort has always been very good at spreading hostility through words. His skill in sowing discord can be said to be superb."

"The only way we can stand up to him is by showing an equally strong and steadfast friendship and trust."

besides-

"Please remember Cedric, please remember him."

As Draco stood up to raise his glass in sorrow, he discovered that Crabbe was unwilling to even touch the rim of the glass.

He also saw Zhang Qiu's tearful eyes, and her gaze never left Harry.

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The Hogwarts Express back to London was unusually quiet.

Even the Slytherin carriage, which was usually full of laughter and noise, was rarely quiet.

Before arriving in London, Draco stretched himself.

I quietly opened the carriage door and went to the aisle to get some fresh air.

Just as I reached the door of the cabin, I was pulled to the standing area next to the aisle by an invisible force.

Then the cloak was put on, and then,

The green eyes that I had only dared to see in my dreams recently were now before my eyes.

There was a rage in him that he hadn't seen in a long time since the second grade.

Before I could even open my mouth, I was hugged roughly.

There is a reassuring scent on the person holding me.

Harry spoke gruffly into Draco's ear.

"That day when we were in a stalemate with Voldemort, the souls killed by his wand emerged one by one."

"Cedric asked me to take his body back to his parents, and asked me—"

"If possible, can you spend some time with Zhang Qiu?"

"I can only promise him."

Suddenly, Harry held her tightly in his arms.

Draco didn't have time to sort out his emotions at the moment, but was completely enraged by this sentence.

"Is that all you want to say?"

She tried to struggle free, but Harry just held her tighter.

"Angry?"

"I'm angry too."

As Harry spoke, he buried his face in his neck, as if taking a deep sniff of something.

Harry's hot and humid breath made his breathing gradually quicken.

The embarrassment with a blush on her face further stimulated the unhappiness in her heart.

Just as he was about to explode, he was interrupted by Harry's dull voice.

"I miss you so much."

The anger in my heart was transformed into tenderness by these four simple words, and the torment of letting go began to spread in my chest.

Then, there was a tingling and sore feeling as Harla's lips pressed against his neck.

I moaned softly unconsciously.

"Let...let me go! Perverted Potter!"

I can only struggle and protest softly in helplessness.

I was afraid that I would be noticed by someone passing by.

Harry, however, clung on, taking advantage.

After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head and stared at himself.

There was still some stubborn anger in his eyes as he asked in a low voice.

"Draco, why are you angry about Zhang Qiu?"

"Have you discussed this with me?"

Harry's tone was urgent, forcing Draco to speak subconsciously.