Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 161 Passed smoothly

Draco was about to attack Pansy, but for some reason,

He suddenly thought of his bold behavior before the game and the feeling of Harry's tight grip on him.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

I lowered my head and looked at my left hand, which seemed to still faintly transmit his body temperature.

Pansy watched from the side and exchanged a glance with Daphne.

They smiled at each other and decided to let Draco indulge in his memories.

Before he knew it, Krum had obtained the dragon egg in a simple and crude way.

He attacked the Chinese Fireball Dragon's eyes, making it extremely angry.

While taking the opportunity to obtain the golden eggs, several real dragon eggs were also crushed, leaving a patch of egg liquid on the ground.

"Reckless man."

Pansy cursed. Daphne also frowned and shook her head slightly.

Finally, Harry came on stage.

As he raised his wand, cast the spell, and waited patiently,

Draco realized with great joy that Harry had adopted his advice.

The whole place fell silent until the sound of a firebolt breaking through the air was heard from the castle.

When Harry sat on the Firebolt and flew into the air,

The students cheered in unison.

It seemed as if the hostility of the past few weeks was just an illusion.

Harry kept wandering around and finally succeeded in attracting the attention of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.

The whole audience held their breath, watching as Harry gradually lured the Horntail Dragon to flap its wings and fly.

Then, Harry dodged its fire-breathing attacks several times.

After turning two corners, it descended rapidly in front of the audience seats where Draco was.

Holding the broom sideways, he rushed across the dragon's body.

Not far from the seat, even Pansy nervously grasped Draco's shoulders.

But at that moment, the Horntail Dragon had no time to turn around and attacked Harry with its sharp tail.

When the spike pierced Harry's left shoulder, the audience exclaimed in shock as Harry screamed in pain.

From that moment on, all Draco could hear was his own heartbeat and the rush of blood.

Until Harry successfully took the dragon egg, jumped off the broom, and was helped into Madam Pomfrey's tent.

-

"Draco…?"

When he came to his senses, he found Daphne looking at him worriedly, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

Pansy held back her laughter and hugged Astoria to prevent her from seeing Draco's pale face and getting too angry and rushing down the auditorium.

"I'm fine, thank you."

He smiled at Daphne, then realized that he had broken the folding fan without knowing it.

As a result of excessive tension and worry, I now feel very weak and a little dizzy.

As the fighters finished their treatment and returned to the ring, the scores were announced, with Harry and Krum temporarily tied for the lead.

After receiving the cheers, the fighters quickly returned to their tents.

Draco caught a glimpse of Ron standing at the door of the tent waiting.

It seems that the danger of the first level finally made him realize that Harry was framed.

Pansy still looked at herself and smiled.

"What are you doing?"

He patted her hand coquettishly.

"nothing."

Pansy smiled mysteriously, then leaned towards Draco's ear.

“It’s been more than two hours!”

"I won."

"It's just writing a letter, does it take so long?"

In the Slytherin common room, Pansy reluctantly lay across the armchair by the fire, watching Daphne gently strum the strings of the piano.

After the first experiment, Draco and his sisters had a quick dinner in the Great Hall.

I returned to the dormitory and never left.

Knowing that Draco must be writing a letter to someone, the two of them returned to the lounge to rest in tacit understanding.

This is a room for three, a custom due to family etiquette.

Letter writing is, after all, an extremely private matter.

Therefore, as long as one person picks up the pen, the other two will always find reasons to avoid it.

Until two and a half hours ago, Pansy took it upon herself to make a bet with Daphne.

The bet was how long it would take Draco to finish writing the letter and leave the dormitory.

Unable to persuade Pansy, Daphne had to join the game, and just now, the winner was revealed.

"He pondered over every word. He must have spent a lot of time rewriting it."

Daphne said quietly.

"Next time I'll just send the lip prints to Potter for her. It'll save her trouble."

Pansy half-joked, stretching as hard as she could.

She was quite serious.

Draco has been arrogant since childhood and has an awkward and insincere attitude towards emotions.

Seeing this, she, who was always straightforward, couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

Daphne smiled helplessly.

He stopped playing the piano, leaned forward, and pulled the hem of Pansy's shirt.

When Pansy stretched and straightened her chest, her top lifted up, revealing her healthy waistline and belly button.

Of course, she wasn't a stickler for details and didn't care much about it.

Besides, the lounge was sparsely populated at the moment.

Most of the students were still immersed in the excitement after the first experiment.

This is a completely different atmosphere from the one before the competition, which is full of anticipation.

After actually experiencing the thrill and excitement of the experiment, the students were filled with

It is the aftertaste of boiling blood and the lingering hunger.

Pansy sat up, pulled out her wand, and picked up her large notebook.

“Hasn’t it been designed yet?”

Daphne asked softly.

"Almost. I should contact Tufan Clothing Store in the next few days."

Designing dresses for sisters is both a hobby and entertainment.

Daphne started playing the piano again, and amid the music, Pansy was immersed in carving and designing.

-

Not long after, Draco ran out of the dormitory with a look of surprise on his face.

Pansy had just finished the last revision, and the three of them returned to the room together.

As soon as they stepped into the room, Pansy and Daphne exclaimed at the same time.

"'Dobby!'"

The elf heard the call and turned its head, its ears wagging happily.

In his hand was a pair of over-the-knee white stockings that Draco had obviously given him just now.

He was wearing a different outfit from the one he wore when he met at the World Cup.

"Dobby is pleased to meet Miss Greengrass, Miss Parkinson!"

"We're glad to see you, too."

Daphne smiled softly.

When the two were children playing at Malfoy Manor,

Dobby would sneak out from time to time to entertain the girls.

That's why every time we meet, we feel very close.

"Why did you call Dobby again? He is free now."

Pansy spoke to Draco, seeming to blame him.

He squatted down, took the white stockings from Dobby, and shook his wand.

Wrap the deformed clothing around the back of the elf's neck and gently tie it at the collar.

Dobby suddenly had a scarf.

"I'll make you a dress to match this next time."

Pansy stood up and looked at Dobby with satisfaction.

The elf was already crying with joy, hugging her calves tightly.

"Dobby is working at Hogwarts."

“When I finished writing the letter, I was a little hesitant about how to contact Mr. Crouch.”

Draco explained with a smile.

"Didn't you notice? Potter didn't dodge that tail,"

"Because he was looking at someone when he passed by here."