Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 39: From now on, the champion will only be Slytherin!

"What are you thinking about?"

Daphne asked softly in the carriage of the Hogwarts Express.

Draco turned sideways, shook his head at Daphne and smiled faintly.

I leaned my forehead back against the window and quietly looked out at the hustle and bustle on the platform.

For no reason, I felt a little depressed.

He was still worried about the secrets hidden by his family, from his father and Dobby. He was troubled and also annoyed by the dispute at Flourish and Blotts yesterday.

Remember Ginny standing in front of Harry angrily, and Ron's misunderstanding.

Of course, it is even more unforgettable that Harry's stern voice said, "That's too much."

I don't understand why the Weasley family can vent their emotions as they please, but my own emotions always make Harry unhappy?

He closed his eyes lightly and sighed softly.

Then I remembered that I hadn't seen Harry since I stepped onto the platform.

Only a glimpse of the Weasley twins and the boy who always served as the Quidditch announcer boarded the train, while the youngest Weasley daughter traveled with Granger and Longbottom.

She frowned slightly and was about to get up as the impulse in her heart urged, but she quickly suppressed her instinct.

I secretly reminded myself that if my presence would only bring unhappiness, why should I despise myself and take the initiative to provoke him?

Although he was still struggling in his heart, he reached out and held Pansy and Daphne, who had remained silent because of his depression.

The old express train suddenly shook and the whistle sounded.

On the platform, the clock hands showed nine o'clock.

Amid the billowing steam, the red-painted train slowly left the platform.

As Draco passed the Weasleys on the platform, he leaned against the window and noticed their surprised expressions.

The train ran for a long time and the compartment was quiet.

Pansy took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the plush cushions in the box.

He opened the album and used his magic wand to doodle the style of the robe on it.

Daphne sat upright, her fair fingers gracefully stroking the strings of the lyre held lightly against her chest.

The sound was floating, and Draco was still sitting by the car window, looking at the elegance of Pansy's robe outlined by her wand.

It still looks like a school uniform, but the hem design is more refined and smooth.

Looking at Pansy's focused profile and Daphne's face with her eyes closed, immersed in the music, Draco smiled softly.

She still worried about not seeing Harry and the looks of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley from time to time, but she was in a much better mood now.

I had just taken out my Potions notes from my bag when there was a crisp knock on the door of the box.

Daphne stopped playing the piano and Pansy put down her wand.

The three of them looked at each other in confusion and watched the door of the box slowly open.

"Miss Malfoy."

The visitors were the prefect Farley who had welcomed him last year, and a male student with a burly build and a somewhat rough face.

"I'm sorry to bother you. This guy—"

"It's Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Marco Flynn."

"Miss Malfoy."

As Flynn nodded in greeting, Draco, Daphne and Pansy stood up to return the greeting.

The three of them secretly exchanged glances, perhaps having already guessed the purpose of the visitor.

"Miss Malfoy, last year was the first time in more than ten years that Slytherin had been here."

"First time I failed to win both the House Cup and Quidditch."

"Of course, this has something to do with Professor Dumbledore's selfishness and bias, and his arbitrary extra points at the last minute."

"However, there are some complaints among senior students..."

Falei explained straight to the point, just like last year, but there was a hint of ambiguity and tremor in her voice.

Before she could finish her words, Draco could more or less understand what she meant.

"How come after I entered school, I suddenly couldn't win any championship, right?"

Draco spoke calmly, trying to control his voice and not let his impatience show.

Falei just frowned and replied cautiously.

"I'm sorry, but there will always be people like this."

Seeing how cautious she was, as if she was afraid of angering him, Draco felt somewhat helpless.

I had no choice but to hold back my emotions, put on the social smile I had been used to since childhood, and spoke softly.

"So, you want me to join the Quidditch team and win the Quidditch championship for Slytherin?"

Draco said, looking at Flynn beside him, still with a faint smile on his face.

After Draco pointed out her purpose, Falei breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Flynn's anxious face, he spoke to Draco.

"We think that as long as Harry Potter is around, there is no guarantee that Professor Dumbledore will not be biased."

"You're right."

As soon as Fare finished her first sentence, Draco responded reflexively.

Pansy suppressed a snicker and glanced at Daphne, who secretly gave her a reproachful look in return.

Falei also smiled, as if she had received Draco's approval, which made her feel relieved as she had to ask for help from others.

"Yeah! So we thought, the result of the College Cup,"

“Perhaps it will always be manipulated by professors with selfish motives.”

"The only trophy you can be sure of being in your hands is Quidditch."

After Falei finished speaking, she kicked Fulin and signaled him to speak up.

Fulin was so frightened that he staggered forward two steps, swallowed, and then spoke hurriedly.

"That's...that's why we want to invite Miss Malfoy to join the team."

"Gryffindor has Harry Potter, Hufflepuff has Cedric Diggory."

"Ravenclaw, who was already very strong, suddenly recruited a girl named Zhang Qiu last year. She is as tricky as... well..."

Draco was already familiar with Harry's flying skills, and was also impressed by Cedric's scheming.

But he knew nothing about this girl named Zhang Qiu.

I already knew that she only appeared in the last game last year, and I also knew that she slaughtered Gryffindor.

But no one had explained the battle situation in detail, and Flynn's hesitation to speak only increased Draco's interest.

"Go on. How tricky is she? What happened to that game?"

His mind was so occupied by curiosity that he didn't notice that he had returned to his cold tone, as if giving an order.

The corners of Fulin's mouth twitched a few times. He opened his mouth and stopped talking several times, but could only stammer.

"I'm sorry... Miss Malfoy... I was so rude..."

"I shouldn't talk about Zhang... ahem..."

"Anyway, the other three academies have found top-notch hunters, so we would like to ask..."

Seeing her struggling in a dilemma, Draco became even more curious.

But after thinking for a moment, realizing that further questioning would yield little result, he decisively interrupted him.

"I'll join you, Captain."

"Also, as a gift to the Malfoy family, I will replace everyone's brooms with the latest ones."

"This year's Quidditch champion will only be Slytherin."

Draco said, gently extending his hand.

After discovering that Draco did not continue to ask about Zhang Qiu, Fulin looked relieved and extended his hand to shake hands.

However, after Flynn left, Draco grabbed Farei, who looked a little helpless but had not yet stepped out of the box.

"Why is he so scared all of a sudden?"

Draco's question made Falei's eyes widen.

She nervously poked her head out and looked down the aisle of the carriage before leaning over to whisper in Draco's ear.

"There are many reasons, but the main one is—"

"Zhang Qiu seems to have a good relationship with Diggory..."

After Falei finished speaking, she quickly stepped out of the box, leaving the three people looking at each other in confusion.