Forget

After the apple was taken out of the disappearing cabinet, a piece was missing, as if it was bitten by someone.

Draco knew it was caused by the disintegration during the teleportation, but it was a big improvement from not being able to teleport two days ago.

Draco came out of the Room of Requirement, gave Krabgore a wink, and the two people whose Polyjuice Potion was about to expire ran away as if they were amnesty.Draco took a bite of the apple, and Shi Shiran walked towards the auditorium.

After all, it was almost dinner time, and there were very few people in the corridor.Draco didn't meet a few people along the way, but he didn't care, after all, for him, too many people would be uncomfortable.

Walking all the way to the last corner from the auditorium, suddenly there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing out from the corner. Draco staggered and couldn't stand still. He took two steps back, leaning his back against the wall before stopping.He regained his footing, squinting at Harry, who was almost touching his nose and cornering him, Draco's eyes swept from Harry's arm to those green eyes in a deliberate way. Said in a brisk tone: "Long time no see, Mr. Potter, I'm very happy to see you discharged from the hospital completely. However, I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic--with all due respect, this gesture seems too ambiguous. Know when Gryffindors have this eccentricity."

Harry ran too fast just now, he sneaked out from the auditorium.He didn't want others to know that he was waiting for Draco, because he knew that he desperately wanted to see Draco, not to ridicule or quarrel, and he couldn't explain why, the calmer Draco was, the more Anxious, sometimes he even wished Draco would do something quickly so he would know exactly what Draco was up to.

But when Draco said it at this time, Harry realized that he was about to stick to Draco's body, so he quickly lowered his arms and took a few steps back, trying to calm down, and said in a low voice: "Malfoy, you must stop what you're doing now."

"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow and said with a half-smile. "Looks like you already know what I'm doing?"

"Do you know what the rumors are going on at Hogwarts these days?" Harry answered his question noncommittally. "Everyone is saying you're working for Voldemort."

"Do you believe it?" Draco asked defiantly. "Take a step back, even if I really work for that gentleman, isn't it an honor. Mr. Potter, I don't know why, you seem to be a little confused this year, I'm not Gryffindor, I'm a Slytherin."

"None of this! Malfoy, Voldemort is a devil," Harry couldn't help raising his voice. "He's a demon, he yearns for the deepest depths of hell, he can even split his own soul! Malfoy, he's not alone anymore! - I don't know what he promised you, but follow him and you will To hell, but that's not where you should be!"

"He didn't promise me anything. I'm not so important that I need the Dark Lord to win me over with promises. You want to stop me? Then try it." Draco said softly.Stuffing the apple in Harry's arms, he walked around him and walked towards the auditorium. "Now I'm going to dinner.—I wish you success."

**

Harry stayed up late in the Gryffindor common room.Until he was alone in the lounge, he still didn't want to go to sleep.

With the Potions textbook of the Half-Blood Prince spread out in front of him, Harry desperately hoped that the seemingly omnipotent prince could tell him what Malfoy was going to do on a certain page of the book, but it was clear that the Half-Blood Prince did not have the ability to predict the future.Harry couldn't keep his eyes on the textbook, and Draco's face and gray eyes couldn't get out of his mind.Harry had the illusion that he always felt that Draco seemed to be hesitating.What is he hiding, what is he trying to tell himself?

crackle.

A soft sound in the air brought Harry's thoughts back to reality.He raised his head: "Kreacher."

The house-elf bent down low, and said to his bumpy toes, "The master said that he should always report to him about Master Malfoy's movements, so Kreacher came to—"

crackle.

Dobby also appeared next to Kreacher, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Kreacher: "Dobby is also helping, Kreacher should tell Dobby when he is coming to see Harry Potter, instead of taking advantage of Dobby Take a break and report secretly!"

"What did you find?" Harry asked quickly.

"Master Malfoy behaves noblely, as expected of a pure blood." Kreacher's tone was full of yearning. "His appearance reminded Kreacher of the delicate silhouette of his mistress, and his demeanor was—"

"I don't want to hear how much you love him," Harry interrupted irritably. "Speaking of the point, where did he go?"

Kreacher bowed again: "Malfoy eats in the auditorium, sleeps in the dormitory, he goes to many teachers—"

"Dobby, tell me." Harry interrupted Kreacher. "Did he go where he shouldn't?—Dobby?"

Dobby seemed a little different than usual.The ever-active house-elf seemed to have a puzzled look on his face at the thought of his former young master.What happened in the Slytherin lounge that night has always haunted this little elf who longed for freedom—

"Only I can set you free, Dobby." Draco's face showed the familiar pride and confidence. "Until then, you must obey my orders."

"Master wants Dobby to trick Harry Potter?" Dobby screamed. "Dobby can't lie to Harry Potter!"

"I didn't expect you to be very loyal to him. It seems that all you yearn for is to leave the Malfoy family, but I can't remember how bad we have been to you." Draco said jokingly. "But you guessed wrong, I didn't let you deceive him."

"Don't lie to Harry Potter?" Dobby seemed confused, he couldn't figure out what his former little master was trying to do.

"I want you to tell him the truth, tell him everything, except that you came to see me tonight." Draco said firmly. "Don't miss a single word."

"Tell Master Harry Potter to go to the Room of Requirement?" Dobby asked tentatively.

"Yes. And more than once." Draco nodded. "You can even tell him how long I'm in there each time. If he grows his brain a little bit, he might be able to guess what I'm doing, although I don't hold out much hope."

Dobby seemed to be stunned, looking at him stupidly.

"I really can't believe you are not following Potter like you are now, you look like an idiot." Draco said disgustedly. "Okay, now you can go. Do as I say, and I'll consider setting you free."

-

Dobby has never been able to figure out what his former little master was planning. Guessing the master's intentions is really not what a house elf should do. When Dobby thought of this, he couldn't help but want to hit him with his big head. wall.

"Dobby?" Harry looked at it confused. "You don't look well, are you sick?"

"House-elves don't get sick, Harry Potter," said Dobby carefully, lowering his eyes. "Dobby is just choosing words, Dobby is following its old master, Harry Potter."

"I understand, maybe you can't get used to it yet—" Harry nodded, "You don't have to follow him after today."

"No, no, Dobby wants to help, Dobby wants to help Harry Potter," said Dobby quickly, even straightening his little body. "Dobby is not afraid!"

"Then tell me first, where did Malfoy go?" Harry asked quickly.He was always caught off guard by the house-elf's overwhelming and restless emotions.

"The Room of Requirement, Harry Potter," Dobby said sharply. "Less - Draco Malfoy always goes to the Room of Requirement, and stays for an hour or more at a time!"