[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco didn't finish the sentence, but he thought that what he wanted to express was well received by Potter, and it was clear just by looking at his pale face.From then on until he brought the Animagus Potter back to the dormitory, Draco didn't speak again, and he didn't think there was a need for him to speak, because there was one thing he had been denying but could never deny, Deng Bullido has raised his golden boy well.

The next day was Monday, and Draco and his fellow Slytherins had left the common room early because of class in the morning.The school auditorium was full of people, the ceiling was tiled and blue, and there were a few faint clouds floating, just like the sky outside the castle.Draco ate the eggs and ham that Parkinson handed him, while throwing the sliced ​​beef into the glass bottle containing the viper.

"Oh my god, Malfoy really had a snake..."

"...almost killed Dean..."

"Executioner, Death Eater..."

"Shh - don't talk nonsense, be careful..."

Whispers like this sizzled from the other three long tables in the auditorium, and it seemed that every student was looking at him with expressions of horror, fear and hatred.Draco sneered and picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then asked into the glass bottle in a voice that only he could hear: "How does it feel to be hated by students in all houses except Slytherin, the accomplice Bo Mister Te?"

The snake in the bottle let out a cold hiss.If Draco was a Parseltongue he would understand it, Harry was saying he knew what it was like in second year, and then Draco might be able to think of the second year dueling club when Harry was found out to be a Parseltongue What happened afterwards - everyone avoiding him in the corridors, being pointed at every time he walked by, it was the same situation that happened to Draco now.

"Draco, would you like some more sausage?" Miss Parkinson pushed the plate of sausages towards Draco.

"No, thanks Pansy." Draco declined with a smile.

"It's unimaginable..." Zabini, who was sitting across from him, held up a knife and fork and watched Draco raise his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"What about Blaise?"

"Oh -- some time ago someone was rumored..." Zabini smiled ambiguously, "It was rumored that you fell in love with a man..." As soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherins sitting around all looked at him. He turned his attention to Draco.

Draco was stunned, and there was a brief blank in his mind, and then some pictures flashed past his eyes.

"From Gryffindor?"

"It's said to be a portrait," Zabini said.

Draco raised an eyebrow and tossed the napkin aside, looking sideways at Pansy seriously.Parkinson: "Pansy, do you believe it?"

"No—how is it possible." Miss Parkinson blushed as expected.

Draco smiled and looked away, but his eyes dimmed little by little.

At this time, a loud cheer erupted from the long table of Gryffindor. Following the sound, Draco raised his head and only saw Ron.Weasley holding a large ginger cat by Minerva.McGonagall appeared in the center of the auditorium.Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students on both sides stood up, and the Gryffindors applauded, as if welcoming the return of heroes.Everyone knew him as Harry.Potter's buddy.

As the protagonist, Ron was not at all happy.He smiled restrainedly, his face was stiff as if he had been partially petrified, and today's situation reminded him of the time when the whole castle was singing "Weasley is our king" in sixth grade, thinking of him like this I feel better.When he sat down at the long table in his college, Professor McGonagall left, and he was immediately surrounded by enthusiastic students.

"Hey, Ron! Are you sick?" asked Seamus, who shared his bedroom.Finnigan patted his shoulder heavily and put his mouth to his ear mysteriously, "We thought you...uh...Harry... so you're really just sick?"

"Yeah yeah," said Ron perfunctorily.

"Hey, isn't this Hermione's cat? Crookshanks? Is that the name?" Neville said.Longbottom came to his other side.

"Oh... um, yeah," said Ron, twisting his ass on the stool over and over again.The cat that looked like Crookshanks was crouching on his lap, and it made him a little... well... if it wasn't cat-like, Ron.Mr. Weasley couldn't help thinking that.The cat on his lap seemed to know what he was thinking and scratched his thigh with a paw, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Have you heard from Harry?" Ginny pushed Colin away and asked in a low voice, leaning closer to Ron.

"No, I don't know." Ron said vaguely, but his eyes unconsciously looked around the long table in Slytherin.When he finally saw Draco sitting on the other side of the auditorium through the crowd and saw the glass bottle in Draco's hand, he widened his eyes, raised his hand unconsciously and pointed in that direction, his face flushed red ——

"He, he, he..."

The realization that Mr. Weasley wanted to express was that damn Malfoy put Harry in a bottle, but his classmates in the same house understood it as him to Draco.Malfoy's shock and anger at having a snake as a pet.

"See that snake, Ron? Malfoy let it out yesterday, and Dean almost died," Seamus whispered in his ear.

"Wh-what?" Ron jumped up. "I mean what?"

"Bite and hurt his eye, hope he's ok."

"You mean he was bitten by a snake?" Ron opened his mouth wide, "Malfoy let him bite him?!"

"Keep your voice down Ron... Malfoy is looking at you..."

Draco was indeed looking at him, and even smugly waved the glass bottle in his hand at him amidst the whistles of the Slytherins, just as the viper in the glass bottle was straightening its head towards Gryffindor's. Fang Fang spat out a scarlet snake letter.Ron's face suddenly lost color.

"See how stupid Weasley is?" Goyle bumped Crabbe's shoulder on the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Oh, the kid's freaking out, poor thing," said Crabbe, with mock seriousness, and then laughed hoarsely with the Slytherins walking together.

"Is it really the lord's... Draco?" Zabini asked Draco softly, squinting at the glass bottle in Draco's hand.

"Unfortunately, no," Draco replied, tilting his head.Zabini stopped and followed about two steps behind Draco, heaving a sigh of relief.

When they arrived at the classroom, there were already two long queues at the door, one red and one green, Gryffindor and Slytherin were clearly separated.There were a few empty positions at the front of the green row, and Draco naturally stood at the front.At this time, the door of the classroom opened, and Amycus, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.Carlo appeared in the gap between the two lines, and the bell for class rang in due time.

"Fine, no one is late, and - no one asks for leave." Amycus grinned and showed his big yellow teeth, and he gave Ron a meaningful look as he spoke, "Go in. "

The two teams of students rushed into the classroom in a huff.Draco took a corner seat in the second-to-last row, and Goyle and Crabbe automatically sat in the row in front of him, just enough to shield him from the view of a professor at the front of the room.Pansy.Parkinson hesitated, and finally decided to sit next to Draco.

After suffering from the Cruciatus Curse for more than a month, the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class finally changed.Draco glanced at the writing on the blackboard - Imperio (out of his body) lowered his head, took out a copy of "The Rise, Fall, and Fall of Dark Magic" from his school bag, and flipped through it as if no one was there.Pansy noticed Professor Carlo's gaze on Draco, and she stretched out her hand to remind him, but the professor looked away first, and turned to look at Ron, who had just returned to school today.Weasley cried out.

After the whole class, the Gryffindors were all tortured by the Imperius Curse, Ron.Weasley because of the legend that he and Harry.Porter was close and received special care.None of this had to do with Draco though, he'd been using the earbuds on himself when the first Imperius Curse was cast.Because of this, when the students left the classroom during recess, Draco was the only one with a normal expression.

At noon, there were significantly fewer people at the long table of Gryffindor in the Great Hall.Draco knew that the aftereffects of the Imperius Curse were not limited to anorexia.But what surprised him was Ron towards the end of the meal.Weasley actually walked in, his face was pale and his steps were sloppy, and Zabini and Nott even bet that he would faint after taking a few more steps.But Weasley made it through, sat on the stool facing the Slytherin table and glared at him with goldfish eyes.In order to show his respect, Draco raised the glass bottle containing Harry again at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

During the lunch break, Draco went back to the dormitory, so that Harry could use the short two hours to transform back into a human form to recover his magic power.Although the young savior had assured him that he would hold on to the Animagus for more than three days, no one knew when Voldemort would summon them, and it was always good to be prepared.

In the afternoon, Muggle studies, with Gryffindor again.Alecto.Carlo is much more boring than her brother, and the content of the day is still repeating the content of the first class.The only bright spot is probably the large-scale deduction of points before class, of course, the deduction can only be from Gryffindor, because many students are absent from class (affected by the Imperius Curse in the morning).It can be foreseen that Gryffindors are destined to miss this year's House Cup, but does anyone really care?Draco glanced at the pitch-black Gryffindor gemstone hourglass, lowered his head and sneered.

In the evening, the sky began to rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier. By the time of meal time, it had completely turned into a torrential rain.After a flash of lightning, the owls who were supposed to be there in the morning arrived, swooping through the rain-splattered windows, showering raindrops on the heads and bodies of everyone in the auditorium.Most of us get a lot of mail, and in times like these, parents always want to get as much as possible.Draco didn't see his Charles among those brown and gray owls, he was used to it, mother went to France and heard nothing, father... He shook his head and cut a small lamb chop and was about to put it in a glass bottle Ritou, at this time a strange owl appeared in front of him, holding a letter with the Malfoy family crest on its feet.

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