The morning after Ron's accident, students from all grades and houses were whispering during breakfast. Overnight, any "news" was enough to spread throughout the four houses. Everyone knew that Hagrid's first Care of Magical Creatures class seemed to have gone awry, and a student had been injured.
"Why did you save that annoying redhead?" Pansy asked with some dissatisfaction at the table. If it were her, she wouldn't save such an obnoxious guy who made rude remarks. Even if her inherent views were gradually being corrected, repaying evil with good was something she couldn't accept.
"I saved him? If I really wanted to save him, he would have been unscathed. He was just a tool for me to earn points. Didn't Professor McGonagall give us twenty points when she arrived, saying we notified her in time?" Malfoy said nonchalantly, then looked around at the Slytherin students and said, "He is, after all, a pure-blood. We, these 'kind and generous' guides, should give him a chance to correct himself and understand our glory again." Malfoy sighed, "After all, there are fewer and fewer pure-bloods now. If one dies, our situation will only become more difficult."
"Besides, I think he suffered a lot, didn't he?" Malfoy glanced seemingly unintentionally at the Gryffindor table, and the surrounding students followed his gaze, discovering that Ron was not there.
"By the way, he called me a coward, but he got helped by the 'coward' he talked about. What do you think his reaction will be?"
"Young Master Draco is indeed amazing. I really thought you would help our mortal enemy. Yes, that's how we should humiliate them," a tall, thin Slytherin student said fiercely.
Some of the other Slytherin students looked ashamed, feeling that their level was still too low to understand the depth of Malfoy's triple play.
Speaking at the table was actually impolite, but it wasn't that strict, so it was normal for the sound to be a bit loud and reach the Gryffindor area. Harry suddenly clenched the knife and fork in his hand, wanting to stand up and argue, but then he thought of Ron lying in the hospital bed and reluctantly let go.
When Ron heard this news, he felt like his heart was about to explode. He would rather have that old bat Snape punish him to clean the potions classroom for a year than be saved by Malfoy. Just imagine, he had just mocked that nemesis, and then he was "helped" by him. This made his self-esteem trampled on madly. He could imagine how he would be ridiculed after he recovered.
Hermione ate the food in front of her expressionlessly, but expressionlessness was also an expression. At this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She only remembered when Malfoy and she had gone to Hogsmeade in the first grade, Malfoy could still happily joke about her pure-blood, but now he was praising it so much. Was he always like this, pretending in front of her, or was he pretending now? If he was pretending now, then what about the Chamber of Secrets and the basilisk incident not long ago?
She only felt that her mind was extremely chaotic now. Thinking of the Chamber of Secrets, she also thought of that lost memory. She felt that it was very important and might allow her to obtain the truth.
That's right, this is the third year. She can also go to Hogsmeade herself, but it probably won't be as surprising as the first time, right?
Hermione thought with some bitterness.
"You didn't tell the truth." After breakfast was over and the students gradually dispersed, Pansy stared at Malfoy scrutinizingly and asked.
She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had instilled the idea of freedom and equality in her, would say such a thing.
"You lied!" Just as Malfoy was having a headache trying to explain, a clear female voice came from behind him again. Then, she said in a chanting tone, "Lies and deceptions always prevent us from finding the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. It will not be willing to be friends with liars."
"But I can feel that there is no malice in your heart." Luna's slightly protruding gray eyes stared straight at him. She was like a free elf, appearing arbitrarily in unexpected places, and then saying some confusing words.
Then, she looked around, as if randomly choosing a direction, and skipped away.
"I always have my reasons." Malfoy ignored that off-the-wall girl and said helplessly to Pansy. He now felt that the Pansy who was easier to fool was more adorable. Perhaps this was the price of growth.
"You'll know soon," Malfoy said.
"You said that last time too!" Pansy turned her head away and said unhappily, feeling a little bitter. She always felt that Malfoy was hiding many things from her.
"We're going to be late," Malfoy said, pretending to look at the time.
"You always change the subject." Pansy looked at Malfoy with some depression, but thought silently in her heart: "One day I will make you willingly tell me."
For more chapters
patreon.com/Jackssparrow