Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 235: Slightly Relieved of Boredom

After hearing what Draco said, Umbridge smiled broadly.

But before the toad-like face could speak, Harry's almost hysterical roar rang out first.

The language was un-Harry-like vulgar: "Hahaha! Great! I'm the one who lied. Are you happy now?"

Harry said, looking fiercely at Umbridge: "Liar."

Not sure who this statement is directed at.

Draco only felt his eyes were sore, but not too wet.

In her mind, the voice of reason kept convincing herself.

I am doing very well at this moment.

Be thankful that your eyes did not turn red because of this, otherwise it would only make Umbridge aware of your weakness.

Despite this, I gradually couldn't control the feeling in my chest.

The heart, which had turned into ice crystals because of Harry's disappointed look, shattered again under his burning anger.

The shattered pieces of ice were sharp, falling from the chest cavity and piercing the churning internal organs, causing such pain that it felt as if one's heart was being torn apart.

He had no choice but to put his hands into the sleeves of his robe, tightly holding the folding fan and the magic wand respectively.

She was afraid that Umbridge would notice that she was trembling as she tried to suppress the pain in her heart.

His expression remained cool and indifferent.

"Come here, dear Mr. Potter."

After Harry's collapse accusation, Umbridge called out in an extremely gentle and sweet voice.

She walked over to the table and pulled out the pink parchment.

He picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote something on the note.

"Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear. And remember, this is Miss Malfoy's advice."

Umbridge added maliciously.

Although Umbridge was unclear about the relationship between Harry and Draco, she knew more or less from the expression on Harry's face when he looked at Draco.

Using Draco to bully Harry would bring extreme discomfort to this Ministry of Magic trouble.

When Umbridge looked back at him triumphantly, Draco simply stared back expressionlessly.

The silver-grey pupils were as cold and calm as the surface of a black lake in the dead of winter, causing Umbridge to shiver.

Harry took the note angrily and walked out of the classroom. When he passed by Draco, he whispered, "Sirius was right." (The original novel is also in a grouchy period recently, but it will be fine soon. There are only a few chapters left. I'm afraid I'll choke you to death by then. Of course, this is also a process of mutual growth, and there are always some twists and turns)

Then, he kicked over the chair where he was originally sitting and walked out of the classroom.

Harry's words were like a vicious punch to Draco in the chest and stomach.

"You are still not brave enough." The words of Sirius's uncle echoed in his ears.

Draco endured the twisting pain in his abdomen and observed Umbridge.

Fortunately, she didn't hear Harry's codeword about "Padfoot".

Draco didn't understand why he had to endure such malice, and even more so, why, despite this, his instinctive reaction was only to worry.

Worried about Harry, whether he would reveal his secret in his anger.

At the moment the classroom door was slammed shut, Draco saw that his best friend and Harry's best friend had matching expressions.

Daphne and Hermione had worried looks on their faces, while Pansy and Ron looked angry.

Of course, the objects of concern and the sources of anger are different.

He glanced at the still-dangling door knocker and nodded to Umbridge.

Seeing her satisfied look, I knew that I had passed her test.

Then, he returned to his seat and gently closed his eyes in grievance. He remembered the last message he had read in Harry's provocative mind before he spoke -

Do you have the courage to stand with me?

When his palms felt the softness of Daphne and Pansy's palms, tears welled up in the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

Even though he was someone I cared about, why should Harry use his standards to test me?

-

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course ended quickly.

Umbridge still did not allow the students to practice using magic.

After class, Draco, Pansy and Daphne came to the auditorium without saying a word.

The dinner was not pleasant.

Word of Harry's conflict with Umbridge in class, and of Draco helping the new professor, spread quickly.

At the long table, there was constant whispering about Harry.

The students all wanted to provoke Harry and hear him say more about the Dark Lord and Cedric.

Harry finished his meal in a hurry, and kept muttering to himself as he walked quickly out of the hall with Hermione and Ron.

This was the first time in a long time that his eyes did not drift towards the Slytherin table.

After Harry left, Zhang Qiu hurriedly put down his cutlery, but unfortunately he was entangled by the strange girl from Ravenclaw and did not get up.

"I'll say it again. I don't like him."

Pansy spoke sullenly, stubbornly.

"Who do you think you are? Use your brain, please. The toad is obviously here to cause trouble."

Of course Pansy and Daphne could see that Harry's complete loss of control in class was not simply because of Umbridge.

More importantly, Draco openly chose to agree with Umbridge.

Obviously Harry also knew what this meant.

In front of the Dark Lord, between Harry and his family, Draco chose his family first.

Daphne patted Draco's back gently and comforted him tenderly: "I can imagine that he must be feeling very uncomfortable. But it's really not good to vent your anger on him because of this."

"That is to say. What do you want? Do you want you to agree with him in front of Toad so that he won't be angry?" Pansy complained.

Although she was a little irritable, she still observed etiquette as she put down her knife and fork heavily.

There was no sound of cutlery colliding.

"I'm so annoyed. I won't eat anymore. You really just... just fell for that guy."

Seeing Pansy like this, Daphne gently squeezed her hand and reminded her softly: "You are also very impatient now."

"Of course I don't count! Stinky Daphne."

Watching Pansy and Daphne bickering, Draco couldn't help but let a faint smile play across his lips.

"Thank you so much. Aa ...

As soon as she finished speaking, Pansy held her cheeks with both hands and she pouted involuntarily.

"Why are you being so polite, Miss Malfoy?"

With Pansy holding his cheeks, Draco could only pat his hands and struggle helplessly. Daphne also scolded anxiously in a low voice: "Pansy! You can't do this at the dinner table!"

While playing around, I finally managed to relieve the depression of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.