Chapter 29 The Eve Before Dawn
In the secret room of Malfoy Manor, the pure fragrance of flowers mixed with the scent of aged sandalwood filled the air.
The room was dry, with almost nothing to hide except for the bookcases that connected to each other.
The tip of Draco's wand glowed pale white, illuminating the winding snake-shaped carved lamp holder on the wall.
He knelt in front of the cobweb-covered bookcase, his slender fingers brushing across the handle, and the metal made a sharp buzzing sound when it collided with the ground.
The flickering candlelight on the stone wall began to dance violently. Draco suddenly pulled off his scarf, wrapped the golden rose in the box and stuffed it into his robe. His movements were so flustered that they didn't seem like the Malfoy who had been quiet recently.
The cold wind in the tunnel made him shiver, and his wand left wet marks on his palm.
Part the curtain of mistletoe and pass through the connection between Godric's Hollow and Slytherin's cellar.
It is undeniable that Draco was indeed relieved.
Soon, he frowned again.
As she turned the corner, Chloe Greengrass's black hair flashed in the darkness.
Are they the underclassmen who retreated from Hogwarts?
No, I don’t want to.
Draco's heart was in his throat, and he glanced around warily.
In this place where he was still in danger, he never dared to truly relax.
Draco pretended to be calm and quickened his pace, but a figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
"Draco, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Draco almost instinctively threw out a dozen armors to protect himself and petrify them all, while raising his legs to kick the opponent.
A dragon will run away after swinging its tail.
But the other party was faster. He grabbed his ankle with one arm and dragged it to the side.
Draco stumbled two steps and fell to the ground, his knees bruised and bleeding.
At this moment, an ice spike fell from the sky and accurately pierced his shoulder blade, pressing him against the wall.
"Draco?" The other man raised his eyebrows and approached. "Why are you running? At least say hello."
"Chloe Greengrass!" Draco gritted his teeth and raised his wand quietly.
The golden rose felt hot against my heart, and the light from its outline had penetrated the fabric and reached the surface of the air.
"Hand it over, Draco, don't force me to do it." Chloe chuckled, put the tip of her wand against his heart, and shook it lightly. A red bead of blood rolled to the ground.
Chloe pulled a newspaper from her pocket and gently held it upright in front of Draco.
"Draco, you won't forget this newspaper, will you?"
The rough texture of the parchment suddenly felt hot, and Draco stared at the rough edges of the newspaper, memories exploding like fireworks from a magic wand.
In the stands of the Quidditch stadium in late autumn last year, Chloe had stuffed a document into his hands in the same way, and now the newspaper was placed in front of him again.
"Is that a threat? Chloe Greengrass."
Draco closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes cold and indifferent.
"Like I said, Draco, any intelligent person would have seen the situation clearly."
Chloe twirled her wand absentmindedly, a flame forming on the tip. "Voldemort's power is crumbling, and Harry Potter..."
Chloe tapped the newspaper with her fingertips, and the wand twirled deftly between her fingers.
"Dumbledore's release of Snape's bail indicates that the Order of the Phoenix had already begun to clean up and incite the Death Eaters to defect.
Harry Potter as Dumbledore's 'favorite disciple'...]
He deliberately stretched out the last syllable, watching Draco's suddenly tense jaw. "As Dumbledore's most valued student, who do you think knows the Azkaban bail process better than him?"
Draco slams the document to the ground, crushing the word "Azkaban" under his boot heel. "Are you crazy? I'm Malfoy!"
"So you should understand that the son of a Death Eater needs a way out more than anyone else."
Chloe bends down to pick up the paper and slowly smoothes out the wrinkles.
As Chloe finished speaking, Draco's mind flashed back uncontrollably - the glaring scarlet eyes when his father was taken away by the Ministry of Magic and his pale figure in the crowd.
"Dumbledore and his group are the ones most susceptible to the 'repentance and repentance' tactic."
He slammed the document against Draco's chest, and the metal ring made him groan.
He brushed his fingertips across the back of Draco's trembling hand, and the cold touch made him stiffen.
"You want to save my father, and I want the Greengrass family to escape unscathed."]
The wind suddenly rushed, distorting the light and shadows in Draco's pupils. He heard his own hoarse voice: "What do you want?"
"It's very simple." Chloe leaned over, the scent of roses in her hair blowing in his face, "making Harry Potter completely believe that Draco Malfoy is in love with him.
"Try to change the way you look at a toad to the way you look at—" He traced his fingertips across the tip of Draco's red ear, "the way you look at a lover."
Cheers from the Gryffindor students came from the stands below. Draco looked at Chloe's back as she turned and left, and a rusty taste rose in his throat.
At this moment, he clenched the newspaper in his hand, the ink-stained word "bail" overlapping with the rotation list in his memory.
The flames from the wall lamp suddenly shot up, turning Chloe's half-smile on her face and her cunning expression in the twilight last year into the same ball of dark green flame.
Draco clenched his robes tightly, the folds making a crackling sound in his palms.
"Your target from the beginning has been us." Draco said firmly.
"You got it right again," Chloe stopped and said with a smile, "but it's a pity, it's just too weak."
With a flick of his wand, the icicle pierced Draco's right arm again.
His back was washed against the wet rock wall, and a drop of cold water slid down his collar into his spine. Draco's face turned pale, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his lips trembled slightly.
"Do you think you can claim credit for capturing me?"
Draco suddenly chuckled, his blue-gray eyes flashing with cunning.
"He doesn't look down on losers who only know how to pick up scraps."
"Shattered to pieces!" As the silver-white light exploded, loose stones fell like raindrops.
Chloe panicked and raised her shield to avoid it. Draco took the opportunity to pull out the icicles on his shoulders. At the moment when the rubble fell, Draco turned over and rolled through the space, completing a beautiful teleportation illusion.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and rushed out of the secret passage.
The loose mountain was still rumbling with falling rocks, but it couldn't cover up his throbbing heartbeat.
The dark clouds over the Forbidden Forest rolled like boiling asphalt, and the rotten tree roots twisted into claws in the wind.
Harry's knuckles turned white as he clenched his wand. He saw the twilight at the edge of the Forbidden Forest being swallowed by dark clouds, and Voldemort's Death Eaters gathering quietly like a tide.
"The time has come." Voldemort's hoarse voice made the insects in the entire forest stop buzzing.
The moment he raised his wand, the winding Dark Mark swam in the dark clouds. It was the source of fear for the Death Eaters and the end of his nightmares every night for the past eleven years.
"Attack!" The hissing of the Killing Curse tore through the air, and the snake-shaped pupils reflected the panicked light spots fleeing in the castle.
His withered fingers slid across the wand, and the dark green spell rushed towards Hogwarts like a living thing, making a harsh thumping sound on the magical shields along the way.
The Death Eaters burst into manic laughter, and the hideous faces under the masks were distorted under the reflection of the dark magic.
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