Chapter 8 The Eve Before Dawn
"Harry, don't you think you've been paying too much attention to Malfoy lately?" Hermione pulled out a book from the shelf, turned her back to Harry, and said casually.
Draco paused holding the book, resting his fingers on the tilted spine, and looked up at Harry, who was separated from him by the bookshelf.
"I just suddenly realized that I've always been too harsh on Malfoy," Harry said frankly, following behind Hermione with a resource book in his hand.
"So you just want to stroke his back and open his book of monsters?" Hermione stared at Harry with her beautiful and smart eyes until Harry raised his hands to show his innocence, then she looked away and put the book back in its place.
"Okay! You know, I have no objection. But Harry, you have to think clearly. Is your concern for him out of gratitude for an opponent who has come to his senses, or is it out of instinctive uneasiness and vigilance? After all, he is Malfoy." Hermione stopped, turned around, and scanned Harry with sharp eyes, as if trying to find the answer from him.
"I don't know, Min." Harry stopped and looked into Hermione's eyes and said seriously, "I just feel that in the fight against Voldemort, no matter who it is, as long as he sincerely wants to help, he deserves my trust and courtesy."
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then felt the firmness and sincerity in Harry's tone. She chuckled and nodded, "Okay! If you want." She shrugged and continued to choose books. "Since you have made up your mind, I will not give you any more advice."
"But you should understand that Malfoy will try to ease the relationship with you. I'm afraid he wants to start with you and rescue Big Malfoy from Azkaban," she added. "After all, you are special enough to both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. Harry, you must be wary of Malfoy and don't trust him too much."
She patted Harry's arm solemnly.
"Well, I will." Harry was not a person who ignored his friends' advice. He knew what he should do, but in some aspects Hermione did see things more clearly than him.
Although she was willing to believe Draco, he was a Slytherin and a Malfoy after all. Given his previous behavior and his father's experience, it was inevitable that Hermione was unwilling to believe him.
"Okay." Hermione finally chose the books. She raised her lips in satisfaction and handed the books she had just chosen to Harry. "Let's go to another section."
"You don't know... Dumbledore..." Harry followed Hermione, holding his book.
In the quiet library, even the sound of light footsteps seems particularly clear.
As the golden duo's brisk footsteps gradually faded, Draco pushed the tilted book in his hand back to its original position and prepared to turn and leave.
"Mr. Malfoy, won't you listen again?"
Draco turned his head suddenly and looked in surprise at the man who had appeared and stood beside him.
He was wearing the same pure black wizard robe, with a pair of ordinary large glasses covering most of his face. He stood against the wall with his hands in his trouser pockets.
The man lowered his head, his expression invisible, and his voice was flat, but it made Draco feel like the Titanic had hit an iceberg.
"You are..." Draco hooked his palm inward and grasped the power of the wand.
The man smiled and stretched out his right hand, revealing an exquisite ring with the tip of a black inverted triangle pointing towards the center of the circle.
"My name is Chloe Greengrass, a student of Ravenclaw and cousin of Daphne Greengrass. It's an honor to meet you, Master Malfoy." He bowed politely.
Draco frowned. He had no impression of the name Chloe and had never even heard Daphne mention it. He held his wand calmly and asked coldly, "What do you want from me?"
"Oh, of course, of course!" Chloe smiled. "I'm here to help you."
Draco's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his wand was placed against his head: "What do you know?"
"Oh, Malfoy, don't be nervous. I just happened to know some little secrets of your trade from my cousin." Chloe grabbed the tip of Draco's wand and moved it aside. "I think maybe we can sit down and have a good talk."
"You're threatening me?" Draco narrowed his eyes.
"It's not a threat," Chloe shook her head and spread her hands. "I'm just having a friendly discussion with you."
Draco snorted coldly, and the tip of his wand drew an arc in the air, shaking off Chloe's restraints, and turned to walk to the other side of the bookcase.
Chloe didn't chase after him. He slowly fixed his messed hair and turned to walk towards the library door.
"What do you want?" In the bright coffee shop, Draco sat at a table surrounded by green plants, drinking warm coffee from a cup, looking at the man sitting opposite him, who made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
Chloe took off her hat and hung it loosely on her shoulders. She crossed her legs, supported her cheek with one arm, stared at Draco with a smile, and pushed a photo in front of Draco.
"Let's wait until Master Malfoy has seen this photo before we talk, so that you will be more interested in our next topic."
"What do you need me to do?" Draco turned the wrinkled photo in his hand upside down on the table and looked dejectedly at the surging coffee.
When he saw the photo of Lucius strolling leisurely, Draco knew he had lost all room for negotiation.
He placed his hands under the table, tightly clutching the hem of his trousers, and looked at the man opposite him.
"It's very simple, Mr. Malfoy. Just continue to do what you were going to do, just use a different magic. I think you can do it, right?" Chloe pulled out the photo of Draco that was pressed on the table and shook it, "For Mr. Malfoy."
"Why should we trust you, a bunch of hyenas from other countries who smell the smell of rotting meat!" Draco withdrew his hand, crossed his arms and sneered.
"Well, you don't have a choice. Little, young master." Chloe tilted her head and thought for a moment, "So you better be good."
"I can't do it." Draco's eyes were filled with bloodshot and anger. "If this is your purpose, you should know that I can't do anything about it."
"I trust you very much." Chloe stood up and put the photo in her hand against Draco's chest.
"Don't let me down, young master." Chloe patted Draco's shoulder and walked out leisurely, leaving Draco sitting in the shade of a tree with a gloomy face. Hailstones as big as footballs bombarded Draco's brain with violent winds.
"Come on!" He turned his head, pressed his whole face tightly against the transparent glass, and gave Draco behind the window a funny encouragement.
"A bunch of rotten people!"
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