LRAB Chapter 160 Draco Being Followed
Chapter 160 Draco Being Followed
Afterwards, Lyra and the twins secretly slipped into the Forbidden Forest to see the fire dragon a few more times.
The three of them even borrowed a camera from Colin, who was in a lower grade, and took a lot of pictures of the fire dragon, planning to sell them for Galleons after the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Lyra didn't hide this from Hermione.
Ron did tell Harry that the first project was about dragons, but he was too embarrassed to make up, so after several roundabout ways, Hagrid eventually took Harry to the Forbidden Forest to see the dragons.
Harry's face was deathly pale when he returned to Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione was already extremely worried after hearing Harry describe the dragons, and when she saw the grotesque, angry, fire-breathing dragons that Lyra had photographed, her eyes immediately filled with tears of terror.
“Oh, Harry—” Hermione exclaimed in alarm, “What will happen to Harry? That dragon could swallow a hundred Harrys—”
Hermione dragged Harry along, practically wanting to live in the library, as the two frantically searched for ways to deal with the dragon.
Lyra also tried to help, feeling that Harry, as the youngest of the warriors, was at a disadvantage in terms of both the number of spells he had learned and his magical reserves.
However, just like alchemical products, potions are also a good idea. Once they are made, they can be carried around and used at crucial moments to play a significant role.
Perhaps there's some kind of potion that can help Harry fight the dragon. Lyra decided to take a different approach and bravely ask Professor Snape, the Potions Master, who was far away in the dungeons but close at Hogwarts.
Despite this clearly suicidal action, Fred and George completely disregarded their deep friendship, and in the blink of an eye, they slipped away.
"Hmph, heartless and ungrateful! A coward who clings to life!" Leila grumbled, then walked into the cellar alone.
"Get out—" came a merciless roar, "And, Gryffindor, deduct ten points!"
Lyra left Professor Snape's office dejectedly.
If she weren't afraid of losing even more points, she really wanted to point out an important fact to Professor Snape—
"Professor Snape, when you deducted Gryffindor's points just now, you didn't even bother to come up with a reason—"
Just as Leila was about to complain to the Medusa portrait at the door, she noticed a boy standing not far away.
He was wearing a green school uniform and had short, platinum blonde hair.
Draco Malfoy stood quietly in a corner not far from the cellar, holding a roll of parchment in his hand, clearly preparing to hand in his paper to Professor Snape.
Leila never expected to run into this platinum young master. She hadn't forgotten how this pure-blooded nobleman had been avoiding the rumors about their relationship lately, which was quite different from how he had been so protective of her before.
Thinking of this, Leila curled the corners of her lips and walked towards the platinum-haired boy who had neither spoken nor walked away.
Unexpectedly, upon seeing the dark-haired girl walking towards him, Draco Malfoy turned and ran away like a startled fawn.
Lyra watched the platinum-haired boy walk faster and faster, wishing she could fly back to her Slytherin dorm and hide there. She followed behind him with great interest.
It was unusually quiet in the corridor at night. Two footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one hurried and fast, the other unhurried and slow.
Both remained silent, focusing solely on walking, until the Slytherin common room came into view—
"Why are you still following me—" Draco Malfoy turned around abruptly and questioned in a low voice as he saw that the Slytherin common room was almost there and this ignorant Gryffindor was still following him.
Leila was unperturbed by the other party's unfriendly attitude. She looked down and pulled out a few photos from her bag, then walked over casually.
“This is for you,” Lyra said, handing Draco several pictures of dragons breathing fire. “I guess you’ll like dragons—”
Draco Malfoy's heart felt as if it had been soaked in a digestive potion, both sour and swollen.
Under pressure from his parents, he had to make his stance clear to everyone, and he didn't offer a single word of explanation to the black-haired girl in private—mainly because he was afraid she would harbor resentment.
They had made plans together, but he suddenly became cold towards her, which seemed like a betrayal of their relationship. He hadn't figured out how to explain it yet, so he wanted to run away for a while.
He was also worried that his frequent private communications with the dark-haired Gryffindor might be noticed by his observant roommate, Blaise.
Zabini and his mother have always been on good terms with the Malfoy family. If Blaise were to leak any information and his parents found out, he didn't dare imagine what the consequences would be for Leila.
He's been feeling terrible these past few days, his mind is in turmoil. Although he and Lyra haven't publicly acknowledged their relationship at Hogwarts, they've been corresponding frequently in private. Lately, to avoid suspicion...
So when he happened to run into the black-haired girl at the cellar entrance today, he felt rooted to the spot and couldn't bear to leave immediately.
But why did she keep following me?
Well, she wasn't angry at all; in fact, she was even thinking about sending him the things he wanted.
Draco was deeply moved, but the moment he caught sight of the Slytherin common room door, he snapped back to reality—
He knew she was reluctant to part with him and wanted to stay with him a little longer to talk, but it was just too dangerous here!
"You..." Draco began with difficulty, unwilling to refuse but forced to, "No, you need to leave—"
Before Draco Malfoy could finish speaking, the dark-haired girl took over and dragged him into the Slytherin common room.
"!!!"
"Are you crazy—" Draco was terrified as soon as he realized what was happening. He tried to push Lyra out of the Slytherin common room, but then he heard footsteps and had to pull her back.
Just as he was getting anxious and at his wit's end, Leila gave him a sly smile and nimbly slipped behind the thick curtains next to the glass window of the lounge.
The dark green brocade curtains were completely opaque, and from the outside, it was impossible to tell that a girl dressed in a Gryffindor robe was hiding behind them.
"Draco, what are you doing standing at the door?"
Pansy, who came in arm in arm with Daphne, asked in confusion.
“Cough, it’s nothing,” Draco tried to remain calm. “I’m just a little tired and I’m about to sit down and rest for a bit.”
“What a coincidence, I’m a little tired too,” Pansy immediately changed her mind about going back to the dorm with Daphne. “I’ll sit with you in the lounge for a while—”
“No need—” Draco quickly refused.
“We were thinking of inviting you to Hogsmeade this week, so we can chat,” Daphne said, always on the same page with Pansy. “Right, Pansy?”