novelaction Chapter 112 Looks like I found it
Chapter 112 Looks like I found it
Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
As soon as the two entered the classroom, they found Umbridge already sitting there on the podium.
She was still wearing the outfit she wore at last night's dinner, a pink cardigan and a big pink bow.
They walked down the aisle to the back of the classroom, where Indra and Draco would sit in the back during classes they didn't like.
After a while, Senna and Chucks arrived late. They handed over the palliatives a little late.
The two sat down across the aisle to Indra and Draco's left.
After all the Slytherin students arrived, Umbridge sat on her seat, smiled like a little girl and said, "Good afternoon, students!"
There were only a few muted 'Good afternoon's here and there in reply.
Umbridge stood up, "Oh, that's not okay. When I say good afternoon, classmates, I want you to answer me like this, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.'
"Then let's do it again, students, good afternoon!"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."
In the chorus of greetings, Indra followed everyone in his weak and perfunctory voice.
"Does she think we are fools?" Chucks next to him muttered quietly, "Quak at her."
"Very well, you did a good job. Please put away your wand and take out your quill."
Next, Umbridge either asked everyone to read from the books or copy the teaching objectives on the blackboard.
The classroom was extremely quiet, with only the rustle of turning books and writing.
After class, the Slytherin classmates crowded out and rushed to the classroom door. No one wanted to stay here any longer.
But Umbridge actually stopped Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Umbridge had a little girl-like smile on her face and spoke in a cooing voice, with a hint of confirmation in her tone.
Indra glanced back, and with only a slight pause in her steps, she pulled Senna and walked out of the classroom together.
Draco glanced at the three Indras who were leaving. When he turned around, there was a hint of impatience and coldness in his brows, and his gray-blue eyes were like polar ice.
"What's the matter, Professor Umbridge?"
Indra, Senna and Chucks were quietly standing outside the classroom door and eavesdropping.
The three heads were gathered together behind the wall next to the door.
"I know your father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, very well. He asked me to look after you. I knew who he was as soon as I saw him!"
Umbridge smiled warmly and coquettishly, and looked at Draco with interest with her slightly bulging eyes, as if she was comparing how similar he was to Lucius.
"Yes...father told me about you."
Draco twitched the corners of his mouth in a perfunctory manner, which seemed very inactive compared to Umbridge's enthusiasm.
Just now, Indra actually left him and left!
This meant that he had to go back to the lake lounge alone, while she and Chucks went to Arithmancy class together!
"If you have any questions or find anything else, you can come to me directly," Umbridge chuckled. "I believe that you, like your father, also support the reform of the Ministry of Magic... We will work together happily. Students serving the Ministry of Magic deserve more rewards and..."
"Okay, okay...I know, I will, I'll go first."
Draco nodded coldly, leaned towards the door of the classroom, and then walked out of the classroom without looking back, leaving Umbridge with a slightly stiff and confused smile on her face.
When the door closed behind him, a hand suddenly pulled him over. Indra put his fingers on his lips and made a quiet gesture.
A smile appeared on Draco's face, and he thought Indra had just left.
The four people quickly left the corridor and went downstairs.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Draco left the lake lounge and prepared to go to the Potions Office to pick up the holiday homework corrected by Professor Snape.
The underground corridor leading here was quiet and dark. He reached out and knocked on the wooden door twice, and a familiar and deep voice immediately came from inside.
"Come in."
Draco then pushed the door in and closed it, "Sir, I'll get my homework."
Snape was standing behind his desk, his back to him, looking through the bottles of demulcents on the shelf, and then giving scores on the parchment in his hand.
"It seems that you didn't do what I said."
Draco was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he was referring to, but he couldn't explain what he wanted to explain, because he and Indra had indeed never been separated.
"I...sir...we..."
But Draco also wondered why Professor Snape was so concerned about his relationship with Indra.
Snape turned around, let go of the parchment and dropped it on the table. His dark eyes stared at Draco and said, "Then let me see what makes you turn a deaf ear to my words."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his wand.
"Legilimency."
Draco never expected that Snape would use a spell on him!
And he discovered to his horror and dismay that he had no idea what the spell was.
However, Draco had no time to think or resist. The cold office filled with bottles and jars disappeared in front of him.
A picture flashed in his mind, slipped away, and then a new picture greeted him.
When he was six years old, he was practicing Quidditch on the lawn of Malfoy Manor, and his parents followed him carefully...
When he was ten years old, his father taught him the Unforgivable Curse on a poor little bird...
When he was eleven years old, he received an invitation to Hogwarts...
On the Hogwarts train, he opened a door and saw the girl sitting inside...
"Looks like I found it."
Draco heard a cold and gloomy voice say, and he panicked, but he didn't know where he was.
He saw himself and Indra attending classes and having meals together.
Because of Hermione, there was a conflict and then reconciliation because of Hagrid's fire dragon.
They reunited at Flourish and Blotts... and then...
He punched Ron on the Quidditch pitch, the only time in his life that he hit anyone with his own hands.
The scene shifted to the library, and Draco's breathing quickened, as if there wasn't enough air around him.
He knew what he was about to see, and his head suddenly felt severe pain.
'No wonder you and Granger are good friends...because you are both...all...'
"Say it, tell it, what is it? Draco, tell it, and this pain will end..."
Snape's cold and gloomy voice appeared in Draco's mind with a buzzing reverberation, and his pale cheeks became even more colorless.
No...can't say...
But the man in the green jersey in the picture suddenly seemed to be distorted, becoming familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time. He showed a resentful and sarcastic expression and opened his mouth...
that's not me……
"I did not say it--!"