Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 108 How beautiful! Draco!

After the Three Broomsticks heard Professor McGonagall and others talking about Sirius, Harry returned to the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron and Hermione in a daze.

Although Draco had told him roughly, most people believed that it was Sirius who betrayed his parents.

It also shows that she doesn't believe that Sirius committed the crime.

But hearing Professor McGonagall, Fudge and others say this in person still made me feel excited.

Especially when Professor McGonagall was feeling sad for Pettigrew and cursing Sirius with Hagrid.

The words of the two people have a profound place in my heart.

He was torn between Draco's words and the conversation between Professor McGonagall and the others, and his thoughts were in a mess.

But Ron and Hermione seemed to think that they were just upset when they heard the truth.

After hiding most of the details and Draco's identity, he briefly told the two that he had heard other versions of the events.

This led to an argument among the three.

Ron and Hermione both thought that Harry should trust Professor McGonagall and Fudge.

After all, he is the Minister of Magic and the Head of the House.

Harry was still a little hesitant.

These people, unlike Draco's family - they had no inside information about the Death Eaters.

But it also meant that he couldn't tell Ron and Hermione why he was hesitating.

Fortunately, Hermione had already astutely guessed where the other version might have come from.

"I don't care how much you might think you know about the Death Eaters."

"But Professor McGonagall and Hagrid won't hurt you."

"Besides, they didn't even know you were there when they said this."

Hermione's tone towards Harry was stern, almost lecturing herself.

"The inside story of the Death Eaters? What are you talking about!"

Ron exclaimed, alarmed at Hermione's nonsensical statement.

"I know. I'm just saying, what if they're wrong?"

Harry was still struggling with his inner justification, but Hermione narrowed her eyes in disapproval.

"It's up to you to decide who you want to trust. I still have to say that Professor McGonagall and Hagrid mean you no harm."

"Anyone could be taken advantage of, even her."

Hermione stood up, left these words, and returned to the dormitory. Ron stared at Harry in amazement.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Granger is right. Professor McGonagall and the others really don't mean any harm."

"But foolish kindness can also hurt people."

After listening to Harry's words, Draco's tone became much colder, and the last sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning.

She was trying hard to control her anger.

Especially when he heard Granger seem to hint that his father might be using him to convey the wrong message to Harry.

Seeing Draco's expression change, Harry couldn't help but want to comfort him.

But I was in a complicated mood and found it difficult to speak for a while.

Draco naturally saw Harry's conflicted expression.

The temper that might have flared up softened when he thought of Harry's situation.

"I am just telling you what I know. I don't ask you to believe it."

Originally, I wanted to find some time to tell Harry about Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail.

But now it seemed that perhaps there was no need to add to Harry's doubts.

Harry nodded slowly, relieved by Draco's forgiveness.

"Whatever the truth is, I'd like to meet Blake."

As soon as he finished speaking, coincidentally, in the shadow behind Draco, the shadow that had troubled him throughout the semester flashed faintly.

"Black Dog" stepped out of the darkness and slowly walked towards the two of them.

Harry couldn't help but gasp, suppressed his fear, drew his wand and blocked Draco behind him.

Looking back in confusion, Draco saw the huge black dog and hurriedly drew out his wand.

This time Harry saw the "dog spirit" more clearly. It was big enough to subdue a wolf, with a messy and fluffy mane, and its eyes flashed with a bright light that was never seen on ordinary dogs.

Seeing the two men's vigilance, the black dog stopped and seemed to be thinking.

He suddenly crouched forward, baring his teeth and slashing his mouth, threatening Draco.

"All petrified!"

Before Harry could move, the clear sound of Draco casting a spell was heard.

The black dog dodged the spell quickly, turned around and ran into the darkness. Before disappearing, it turned back and glared at Draco (Harry was sure it was this look).

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The two of them had already hurried back towards the castle. "What was that?" Draco asked in a daze.

"Dog...dog spirit."

For some reason, Harry spoke with some shame.

As expected, Draco looked like he couldn't believe what he heard.

"In the first Divination class, Professor Trelawney said...I..."

The more he spoke, the more guilty he felt, and Draco's eyes narrowed.

With great fear he confessed in detail all the unfortunate experiences he had had with the dog spirit.

When it comes to the Quidditch game, when Draco was attacked by Dementors in mid-air because he delayed landing due to the sight of the black dog, it seems that he can no longer bear it.

"Harry. Porter."

Too angry at Harry's stupidity to speak, he could only chant his name angrily.

After a few minutes, he regained his ability to speak, and said angrily, "This useless class should be stopped!"

"I hate to say this, but you really should learn from Granger."

"Why don't you take arithmancy? Why do you want to take divination as an elective?!"

Harry couldn't help laughing at Draco's angry look.

"Hermione said the same thing. Divination seems to be a really interesting class."

As he spoke, Draco still rolled his eyes at him.

Harry had no choice but to think about how to change Draco's mood.

"But actually, skipping classes is still somewhat useful..."

Before he could finish his words, Draco stared at Harry coldly, causing him to stop talking.

Finally, I mustered up the courage and continued speaking.

"Something like this."

Lifting his head, and asking Draco to look up with him, Harry drew his fingers among the stars, forming a long snake-like dragon shape.

"In London, the star will always be overhead."

"If you draw it like this, it will be..." "Draco."

Draco spoke softly, looking at Harry with a dazed look, his emotions successfully diverted.

Seeing the question in her eyes, Harry explained with a silly smile.

"I saw it in the textbook. Actually, this is all I remember."

"It's beautiful, Draco."

"I only know from the textbooks that in the northern hemisphere, it never falls silent."

"It feels like I can sleep with it every night if I want."

Draco felt a sudden rush of heat all over his body, not sure if Harry knew what he had just said.

"But this still has nothing to do with Divination class."

"It really seems like a useless course."

Looking at his smiling face, it was obvious that he was completely unaware of the implication of the words.

"It's good to know. Don't believe in dog spirits anymore."

He responded with a hint of melancholy, then suddenly remembered something and exclaimed.

"How many times did you say you saw that big black dog?"

"Let me think... once when we left Privet Drive, once on the Quidditch pitch, and just now. What happened?"

Startled by Draco's reaction, Harry counted quickly.

"So that big black dog followed you outside Hogwarts?" Draco frowned thoughtfully.

"Maybe. I'm not sure."

Draco lowered his head in thought and said no more.

Harry tried to say something more, but Draco ignored him.

I could only vaguely hear her mumbling words like "Big Foot".