[HP] Shh, it's a secret

The date on the letter paper was yesterday. Calculating the time, the owl flew across the English Channel and passed the inspection to him exactly one day.It's been since his mother, Narcissa.Malfoy's first letter to him after leaving the UK was very short, only one page, except for a sentence that mentioned her life abroad, the rest was full of cryptic worries and cautious explorations.

As if someone had spread the rumor that he fell in love with a man to his mother, Draco folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, then squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the middle of the teacher's bench.The four eyes met unexpectedly, and Draco opened his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Parkinson asked quietly beside him.

"No, everything is fine." Draco looked away and put the letter away.

All the food on the table disappeared in an instant, leaving only the polished plates and glasses.Just as the students were about to get up and leave, the man sitting in the middle of the teacher's seat stood up, and the auditorium instantly returned to silence.Draco, like everyone else, raised his head immediately.

"There are several new resolutions that need to be clarified," the new principal stepped out from his seat, and walked to the front of the teacher's seat step by step.Behind him, the Carlo brothers and sisters also stood up, standing on either side of the teacher's bench, grinning presumptuously and displaying their wands, like two ugly hounds.

"First, this year's House Cup Quidditch match is cancelled." Snape announced blankly, and there was a burst of discussion immediately.

"Article [-]—"

The deep and indifferent voice sounded again, without saying anything else, the students shut their mouths automatically one by one.

"All student organizations, associations, teams and clubs will be banned, similar to—" Snape raised his hand, and a yellowed notice paper appeared in front of everyone, "—I don't want such an announcement I'll see you anywhere in Hogwarts." As soon as he finished speaking, the bulletin paper started to burn.Draco used the Farsighted Charm, and while it was completely burnt to ashes, he saw the head-up read: Dumbledore's Army (DA) recruits.

Snape withdrew his hand and drew out his wand to sweep it away, and the ashes turned into nothingness.

"Third, Hogsmeade Day is cancelled."

"What?!" Someone yelled, and the people behind him hurriedly covered his mouth, but it was too late.

"Is there a problem, Ernie of Hufflepuff. Mr. McMillan?" Snape's eyes flicked lazily to Ernie.

"No, no, sir." Ernie sat back and buried his head in his plate.

There was a sudden silence in the auditorium, and it seemed that even the sound of breathing disappeared.

"Fourth," Snape continued, "the curfew time has been brought forward to eight o'clock in the evening. If anyone wants to try to leave his warm lounge after eight o'clock, I think Professor Carrow will be happy to entertain him. Finally, the Minister of Magic asked me to convey that no teacher or student may provide help to the number one dangerous person in any form, and those who violate it—" He stopped, his eyes slowly swept over everyone's faces, and finally fell to On Draco, "Offenders will be considered a crime. Azkaban has been rebuilt, and there are enough empty rooms in it... Now, disband."

The air stood still for three seconds, and then boom—everyone stood up, scrambling to rush towards the four exits of the auditorium.Draco was in the crowd, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, and of course Zabini and Parkinson.

"Is there really someone stupid enough to help Harry, Potter?" Parkinson said from behind, his voice a little loud, because Draco was walking too fast, and Crabbe and Goyle blocked her view again, making her She had to raise her voice to get his attention to her.

She made it, Draco heard and turned to look at her.

"There are always a few, Pansy, there are always a few," Draco said lightly.

"It's not just good and bad, I don't know the times, I bet it's either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, reckless fools." Parkinson said briskly, taking a few steps forward to wrap his arms around Draco.

"No Slytherins anyway," Zabini added, grinning.

"Maybe." Draco raised his hand to make Miss Parkinson's arms empty, and he handed the textbook and the glass bottle containing the snake to Goyle next to him (the latter showed a horrified expression), "Keep it Okay, I still have something to do, you go back first, I will find you in the lounge later."

"But Draco, it's past seven o'clock now, Draco, and it won't be long before the curfew."

"I know Pansy," Draco's expression was mild despite his agitation, "I'll find the principal, an hour is enough." Parkinson still stood there stubbornly, Draco was a little annoyed, and he still Never knew this brunette girl could be so annoying.Fortunately, Daphne came from behind with her younger sister, and took away Miss Parkinson who suddenly became clingy when passing by them.

When passing by Draco, the eldest lady of the Greengrass family turned her head and winked at him calmly.Unfortunately, this little trick was seen by Parkinson.Once out of Draco's sight, the dark-haired girl's eyes immediately became sharp——

"Daphne, Draco is still my boyfriend."

"That's right, your boyfriend, now." Daphne said with a smile, "It will be hard to say in the future, given Malfoy's current status."

"You!" Pansy pulled out her arm and gave Daphne a vicious look, then slipped in through the secret door under the stairs.

"Just because of her hair, Malfoy wouldn't want her." Daphne took out a handkerchief and wiped the hand that was on Pansy's arm.

"But I think what Malfoy likes is Parkinson's hair," her sister Astoria said, "I have seen him stare blankly at her hair several times..." While talking, they also walked through The secret door was opened.

This is a battle belonging to the girls, and as the object of the battle, Draco has already circled to the exit on the left side of the auditorium.The professors were almost gone, Draco glanced inside, the one he was waiting for was listening to Amycus.Carlo spoke, but there was no Alecto beside him.At this time, Gryffindor and the head of Hufflepuff walked out together.

"After the confinement, the Carlo brothers and sisters are responsible. This is simply ridiculous. Pomona, no, we must..." Professor McGonagall was in a hurry and did not notice Draco standing at the door until Professor Sprout pulled Pull her sleeve.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, I'll wait for the headmaster here." Draco said tactfully.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him and pulled his face longer, Professor Sprout nodded at him expressionlessly, and they quickly walked past Draco.Draco touched his nose, the unfriendliness of the professors was obvious, it wasn't a big deal, but it did let him hear a bit of news. Two minutes later, Snape and Amycus.Carlo came out.

"Then it's settled, Headmaster...Mr. Malfoy, are you standing here?" Amycus looked at Draco who was standing at the door.

Draco didn't look at him but looked directly at Snape: "Mr. Headmaster, I have a personal question..."

"You go first." Hesitating for a second, Snape said to Amycus, then turned to look at Draco, "You, come in." After Amycus left, Draco walked into the big hall In the auditorium, Snape drew out his wand and waved it, all the doors were closed—

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"About my confinement, Professor." Draco said bluntly, "Since the curfew time has been brought forward, I just heard that the confinement is enforced by the Carlo brothers and sisters, so I think I need to ask."

"Today as usual, tomorrow we will start looking for Amycus," Snape said.

"I see." Draco turned around and was about to leave. He still had one last chance. He couldn't wait to find Dumbledore, spells, fighting skills, magic control... He still had too many questions to ask. Ask the old man in that portrait for advice.But when he really turned around, his feet couldn't move, as if they had taken root on the floor.

"Professor, last Saturday..." Draco turned back, "I woke up in the lounge in the evening, and I didn't have a clear memory for six hours before that, you know how something?"

Snape didn't speak right away, but Draco noticed his eyes, dark pupils that had become cold and hollow, like two deep tunnels.That could only mean one thing - Occlumency.It was stormy outside, and despite standing in the great hall full of fires, Draco felt chills all over his body, and a voice inside said, don't listen anymore, anything that comes out of this man's mouth must be a lie .

"It was me," said Snape, "I sent you back, I thought you remembered you were drunk and your room had a defensive charm."

"Really, thank you so much Professor." Draco half-closed his eyes and smiled, "I don't know that drunkenness can also confuse memory. It seems that I have to go to Madame Rostamo for some money if I have time." A bottle of Dragon Whiskey, and studying the ingredients in it might even earn you an Order of Merlin. Ah, I forgot, Hogsmeade Day has been cancelled, that's a pity."

"Honestly Professor," Draco said coldly, taking a step forward into Snape's eyes, "you should really use those Muggle glasses I gave you. It's amazing. It's hard to believe that you're still alive, so clumsy..." The thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the hands were clenched into fists in the sleeves.

Snape still didn't speak.The dead silence in the auditorium and the lightning and thunder outside the auditorium formed the strongest contrast, oppressing the eardrums of the two people.

Draco smiled and let go of his fist: "I will find out, it won't be long. At that time..." He stepped back and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, "By the way, Professor, today's closing Got my mom's letter and she mentioned the gossip about me at school. I figured it would be best for you to write her a text and just tell her I'm dating Pansy Parkinson for the sake of clarifying the facts and convincing her .Thank you, Godfather."

The door slammed shut after Draco left, and Snape stood erect in the light of the fire.

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