[HP] Shh, it's a secret

When Draco came out of the principal's office, he barely had the strength to lift his little finger. He had been learning how to compress and twist his bones for two consecutive weeks... But fortunately, the effort he put in was worthwhile. In return, he has learned that trick, and the rest is to shape his Animagus, preferably inconspicuous, easy to hide and have a certain speed, but not everything can be satisfactory.

Dumbledore told him that it has something to do with personality, bloodline, etc. It is possible that when you wish your Animagus to be a ferocious leopard, in fact you are a clumsy elephant.If he really turned into an elephant, then he would be trampled to death... Draco shook his head vigorously to get the absurd idea out of his mind.Then he thought about Mad-Eye turning him into a...

Well at least ferrets are easier to hide than elephants.

Heck!

Draco uttered a swear word and tried to straighten his body. He thought he should have gotten some recovery potions for himself, so he naturally thought of Snape again.

Snape wasn't there, he wasn't there, and he wasn't there every time he came for detention.What's really bad is that not only during the detention time, you can't find him at almost any time, Snape's elusiveness is almost as good as the original Dumbledore.What other important matter needs the headmaster of Hogwarts to do it himself?Spying on Hogsmeade?Oh come on, Potter isn't coming.There were no more Horcruxes at Hogwarts, and he had been punished for it by lying in the hospital wing like a dead dog for three whole days.Despite this, Snape still didn't show up, and even the Carlo brothers and sisters went to see him...

damn it!

Suddenly, Draco violently kicked the wall next to the teacher, causing the sleeping witches in the portraits on the wall to scream and accuse—

"Oh Slytherin bastards, Filch, Peeves, someone get this sleep-disturbing villain away!" There was no doubt that they belonged in the Gryffindor portraits.

"Shut up!" Draco ordered viciously, his eyes were red.The witches immediately fell silent, but in private, one of them took out a fan to cover his face and continued pointing at him——

"I became angry from embarrassment!"

"It's a pity that you've lost your love..."

"Maybe the confession failed..."

"It's a secret love, that girl didn't even give him a chance to confess..."

Draco's face was flushed with anger, and he wanted to pounce on the damn painting and tear it to shreds, but who told him, what the hell was the shame of being told in his heart? what happened? ! !

That girl didn't even give him a chance to confess...

That girl didn't even have the chance to confess...

that girl...

Someone's face flashed before his eyes in a flash, and Draco's face turned from red to blue and then red again.For a moment he had the urge to head for the ground like a house-elf.Of course he couldn't really head for the ground, so he just stared at the witches in the portraits even more ferociously hoping they would just shut up or say something...damn!What is he expecting?

At this moment one of the oldest witches in the portrait winked at him.

"Young people, don't be discouraged. Love is the most effective way to go head-to-head. Even if you are a Slytherin, I will support you!"

The rest of the witches also chattered about——

"That's right, I support you too."

"It shouldn't be worse than the bloody Barrow, especially for a handsome guy like you..."

"If she really doesn't want you, come to me..."

Finally Draco couldn't take it anymore, and without warning he drew his wand—

"Quie (quietly)..."

"Killer, help!—"

"What are you doing, Draco?"

Draco froze, as if under the most brilliant petrification spell.

The witches immediately sued.

"Principal, you came just in time. This little villain is going to cast a spell on us."

"The little handsome guy is in a bad mood for failing to confess..."

"Being annoyed by what we said in the middle, I want to kill the picture..."

"I didn't!" Draco jerked his head up to meet Snape's inquisitive eyes, and he almost immediately turned his face away, "I was just... I was just practicing Arnie..."

"Draco!" snapped Snape in a low voice, "You mean you're going to be in a 'bunch'..." He glared unhappily at the witches standing upright in the portrait watching the show until they complained After leaving, he continued, "You want everyone to know that Malfoy in Slytherin is studying Animagus, eh, Draco?"

"No." Draco said weakly.

"No?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "You don't look quite right today, come on, come with me."

Draco sighed a little and followed.Returning to the headmaster's office again, Dumbledore's portrait was empty, Snape nodded to the chair opposite the desk and motioned him to sit on it, and he obeyed.

"Tell me what's going on?" Snape sat across from him.

"No, it's fine," Draco said, "The Animagus... had a little difficulty, nothing more."

"Dumbledore told me you're quick to grasp." Snape leaned back in his chair, looking directly into Draco's eyes.

Draco looked uncomfortable and tried to adjust his posture or stand up, but he didn't do anything as if someone had put a spell on him.This is so out of the ordinary, Draco thought.

"Well sir, I think I need some restoratives. I can't find you. Potions class is only theoretical now and I can't even touch the cauldron."

Snape stared at him for a moment—

"I thought you were really broken in love. It's not very wise to fall in love at this time. I thought you should know."

"Yes, I know." Draco almost bit the root of the words out.

"And you're not emotionally stable," Snape went on, "I think Bellatrix must have told you that the most basic thing for brain defense to work is to stay calm, impulsiveness will only make you mess up." Smash everything."

"Empty your head, I understand sir." Draco replied without a tone.

Snape nodded in satisfaction, picked up a document from the table and looked through it: "If you want to find me, you can go to my original office. As for the soothing agent, I will prepare it for you tomorrow."

"I've been there, you're not there." Draco said suddenly.

Snape looked up from the file in surprise—

"Because of the anti-interference spell, I have been refining a troublesome potion these past few months. I used the anti-interference spell in the first two weeks." It seemed that he had explained too much, and he didn't quite understand it. He frowned naturally, "If you have nothing else, go back first."

"Yes sir." Draco stood up from his chair immediately, he was a bit impatient to get out of here, but he stopped again when he got to the door.

"Is something wrong?" Snape asked him without looking up.

"No... uh, I mean you have my dad... no, do you have any news about my mom sir?" He almost bit his tongue.

"Narcissa?" Snape was silent for a while, "No, but often no news is good news."

"Okay." Draco opened the door.

"Draco..."

Draco suppressed the secret joy in his heart and pretended to look back casually.

"Potter..."

"No, no! No news is good news, sir!" Draco gritted his teeth several times, then strode away and slammed the door shut with such force that the portraits on the wall outside the door looked sideways.

"What the hell is going on?" Draco hugged his head.

"Anxious, irritable, worrying about gains and losses, typical love syndrome, this is normal for young people, very normal." The old witch in the previous portrait suddenly appeared from the painting of the knight at the door of the principal's office, frightened Nodding his head meaningfully.

"Quietus"

A blue light flashed, and the witch silently opened her mouth and fled from the painting of the knight, dancing and dancing.Draco withdrew his wand coldly, he was going back to his room, he needed to get some sleep, tomorrow, tomorrow everything would be normal.

Draco slept badly that night.For the first few hours, he tossed and turned in bed, his bones aching like hell, a hangover from overdoing the Animagus.But it wasn't just his bones that kept him awake, it was his brain.He told himself that it was best to think about his Animagus stereotypes at this time, but he always went back to the words that the portrait witches said.

Anxiety, irritability, worrying about gain and loss... Enough is enough!But it seems that he did talk to Pansy at this time last time.Parkinson hit hot, black hair... Pansy.Parkinson, he couldn't remember Parkinson's face!

In the early hours of the morning, Draco finally fell asleep in a daze, but he was awakened within a few minutes, and the magic coin lying in the pocket of his pajama pants gave off an astonishing heat.