Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 110 A Disturbed Christmas

"Is it really that serious when magical animals attack wizards?" Draco

Frowning and questioning his father, Lucius looked at his daughter in silence.

"No."

"But remember, there will always be some people who want to show their favor to the nobles."

"To take actions that you think are appropriate but only cause inconvenience to us."

Narcissa said this with a tone of disapproval, while also reminding Draco in a warning manner.

"I hope you remember, Draco, that the higher one's social status, the more concerns one has to consider."

"This time, Dad will handle the matter the way you want, but there will definitely be many people who think that,"

"It was the Malfoy family who put pressure on the Ministry of Magic because of their daughter who was almost injured, which led to this result."

"Even if faced with public pressure, the Ministry of Magic will definitely point the blame to the Malfoy family."

Draco frowned quietly as he listened to his mother's words.

"It's my fault that my family is being talked about..."

Lucius was reluctant to relax when he saw his daughter's self-blaming look.

"Although it is indeed unnecessary to demand the death penalty, you did the right thing, Draco."

"Magical animals that harm wizards should be investigated and tried."

Lucius spoke slowly, and almost added "even if it was Potter who was injured."

But when he thought of his wife's gaze, he gave up immediately.

"We can't ask them to change their minds in a tactful way, can we?"

Draco spoke softly as he sat up and rested his hands on the front edge of the armchair.

I thought that doing so would be like giving the committee a cold shoulder.

Who knows if this will cause some petty-minded people in the Ministry of Magic to become unpleasant with the Malfoy family.

Knowing the Malfoy family's principles of housekeeping, which always put family interests first, this kind of unnecessary potential friction should be avoided if possible.

Looking at his daughter, he seemed to understand her deep thoughts.

Lucius smiled appreciatively, raised his glass gracefully, and took a sip of the port wine.

"That winged beast and that half-giant are Potter's friends, right?

" Narcissa suddenly responded with a stroke of genius, and Lucius was instantly choked and coughed repeatedly, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Then... ahem... what does that... ahem... have to do with it..."

Draco quickly stood up, patted his father on the back, took the wine glass from Lucius and placed it on the side table next to the armchair.

"It would be reasonable for an out-of-control creature like a winged beast to escape and be unable to be punished."

Narcissa ignored her husband's protests and continued speaking, staring meaningfully at her daughter, who was already blushing.

"Potter is a big rule-breaker, isn't he?"

("What on earth is Mom thinking!")

Draco could only scream silently in his heart, but Narcissa did not look away from her daughter easily.

It was not until Draco nodded slowly that Narcissa leaned back in her chair with satisfaction.

Although I don't know what my mother is planning, from the look in her eyes that leaves no room for communication, I can tell that next semester there will be another matter of letting the winged beast escape.

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I thought I could talk more with my father about Sirius Black during the holidays, but he refused to mention anything related to the Dark Lord.

So it was the day before Christmas Eve. After dinner, and after chatting with his parents in the living room, Draco returned to his room.

After reorganizing the information he knew, he discovered with some frustration that apart from confirming that it was Peter Pettigrew who betrayed Harry's parents, there didn't seem to be much progress.

Still couldn't figure out why Sirius was so determined to find Harry.

It is not certain why he was lurking near Hogwarts, and it is even less certain that these two things can be lumped together.

The black dog that Harry encountered a few days ago was very suspicious in terms of size, whereabouts and eyes, which was really worrying.

The nickname Moon Face alludes to the fact that Lupin loses his human form and transforms into a wolf when the moon is full.

Then it is not just a coincidence that the other three people deliberately chose nicknames related to animals.

I began to regret missing Professor McGonagall's Animagus Transfiguration class in the first week of school because of my illness.

I hastily added a new item to my notes for next semester's tasks:

? Check the list of Animagus and how to become an Animagus.

Thinking of the look in my mother's eyes just now, I sighed softly. I also wrote down the matter of saving Buckbeak and added a note -

??Discuss with Granger.

Rather than doing everything himself, Draco believed in doing things himself unless he had no other choice or the matter was so important that he had to do it himself.

Seeking out allies, however brief, would be a more effective approach.

I will leave these two things to my future self for now. There are more troubling problems right now.

I pulled out a pen and paper, looked out the window at the stars, recognized the constellation that I was named after, and thought of Harry.

Her cheeks felt slightly hot as she looked at the gift that had already been wrapped and neatly placed next to her pillow.

Although he has always been confident in himself, at this moment he just secretly hopes that he has lived up to Daphne's hint.

I never thought that the most difficult thing would be to reply to the piece of paper that Harry wrote with just a few words.

The wastebasket in the room has never been so full.

The ink of repeated smears and writings, such as "Dear Harry... Yours, Draco", had not yet completely dried before they were thrown into the basket and stained each other.

After much difficulty, I made up my mind and wrote my blessing in elegant handwriting on a paper card.

He stood up, picked up the package from the bed, selected the envelope and wax seal with the family crest hidden on it, carefully placed the paper card on the table, and stamped the seal.

I came to the window, gently stroked the eagle owl that had been waiting for a long time, and watched it leave with the package that it had cherished.

Having finally completed the important task that he had been worrying about for nearly a week, Draco felt exhausted as if he had just finished a Quidditch practice that lasted more than ten hours.

After taking a good bath, she shyly followed the recipe she had asked Daphne for and massaged herself to regain her strength.

Thinking of the package I sent, my gorgeous skin became even more rosy after taking a bath.

I returned to the room with a relaxed mood and glanced at the cards on the table.

It seems that I forgot to throw the results of my practice before dinner into the trash can.

When I came to the table and looked at the neat and clean handwriting on the card, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar and was terrified.

He was petrified as if he had seen the eyes of a basilisk indirectly, and could only pick up the paper card with trembling hands.

Staring at the handwriting could almost make the paper in his hand self-ignite.