Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 234 Difficult Choice

May Day, let's give it a big one! Thanks to Tomato for letting me hit a new low

After all, the opponent in front of him had been in officialdom for a long time, and he immediately shifted his offensive when he found that he could not gain the upper hand in the argument with him.

Provoking Harry was indeed the best way to save Umbridge's face.

Draco took a deep breath and listened to Harry's rapid breathing. He finally managed to suppress his inner anxiety with a calm and elegant expression.

"I'm not lying! You know full well!" Harry roared.

The worst possible scenario that I had imagined was happening quickly before my eyes.

Sure enough, after hearing what Umbridge said, Harry became furious again.

While Draco was fighting for the possibility of using the wand, Umbridge did not just silently endure Draco's verbal attacks.

Although she was at a disadvantage in the first round of verbal confrontation with Draco, she quickly figured out a way to turn the tables.

By downplaying the truth about the Dark Lord and Cedric - especially Cedric - it would be easy to induce Harry to rebel impulsively and thus divert the class's attention.

And then regain the situation in your favor.

Draco narrowed his eyes, stared at Umbridge carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, she had no idea of ​​her relationship with Harry.

Provoking Harry was not directed at herself, but just to vent her anger.

That should make things much easier, unless Umbridge chose something even more shabby.

"That's a lie, Mr. Potter."

Harry's angry expression made Umbridge unable to hide her smile any longer.

“But perhaps you have always disrespected authority, which makes it impossible for you to accept the teacher’s advice.

In that case, let the students tell you. Miss Malfoy -"

Seeing Umbridge turning towards him, Draco sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, Umbridge was far more despicable than she thought.

Umbridge looked at her with a wry smile, her eyes full of anticipation.

She seemed to want to confirm whether she would obey: "Are you willing to tell Mr. Potter that everything he said was a lie?"

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If the situation was different, Draco would definitely speak without hesitation.

It is such a convenient transaction to gain trust with just a few words.

However, at the moment, I could only look at Harry, hesitant and speechless.

Harry was staring at himself as well.

Looking at the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes, he still felt indignant and resentful towards Umbridge.

But what made Draco feel increasingly uneasy was the challenge in Harry's eyes.

The tacit understanding they had gained over the past four years allowed her to understand the emotions in Harry's eyes without the need for Legilimency.

Harry's expression seemed to convey some message, turning his thoughts into words and sending them into his heart.

Will you tell me, when no one believes me?

Tell them I'm lying, tell them Cedric's death was an accident.

Do you know?

Or will you join me and tell them that Voldemort has really returned?

Can you speak it? Are you brave enough?

you--

Draco faced the reality with great difficulty.

Although he could easily understand Harry's thoughts, he was unable to convey his own thoughts.

There was no way to let him know my predicament.

In that split second, I could only think about how to choose the words.

He knew that no matter what, he would never openly agree with Harry.

It was doomed from the moment you chose to stand on the same side as your family.

Now, there was no way that he could publicly reveal the fact that the Dark Lord had returned.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense.

His hesitation of only a few seconds had already caused enough doubts among the Slytherin students.

It also aroused too much curiosity among Gryffindor students—

"Draco Malfoy must know something to prevent her from giving a straight answer to Professor Umbridge."

It seemed as if one could hear such whispers coming from the classroom.

Umbridge's disturbing cough came again, and there was an intriguing evil smile in her words:

"Hmm, hmm, what's that expression, Mr. Potter? It looks like you don't want Miss Malfoy to correct you."

The smugness that seemed to have caught something made Draco feel nauseous.

"professor-"

When he finally opened his mouth, the whole audience stared at him with a compelling gaze.

His thoughts were in disarray, and he could only remember Severus's instructions, and locked his mind tightly: "Don't worry. No matter how much Potter tries to explain..."

As he spoke, Harry gradually revealed a disapproving sneer.

What followed was an indifferent look of "as expected, you are still against me."

She could only force herself to look at him and Umbridge as they spoke slowly and expressionlessly.

Every word is like a dry and lonely fallen leaf, severing any emotional attachment.

However, as Harry's eyes changed, frost covered her heart from the outside in, and it became heavier and heavier.

Draco took a deep breath and spoke softly, "No one will believe that the Dark Lord has returned."

As the last sentence came out of his mouth, he heard himself asking Harry silently with tears in his eyes -

Can you hear it?

I'm trying hard to stand by your side.

Then, watch Harry's cheeks twitch with anger and the pain of disappointment in his eyes.

Those green eyes that attracted his heart seemed to be covered with dust.