Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 222: Got Fired

That's right, in the original book, Moaning Myrtle prefers boys with dark hair.

Diggory Cedric and Harry Potter were both spied on by her while they were taking a bath.

Harry frowned slightly and automatically kept a distance from her.

Draco gloated on the side.

Adolescent boys are the most rude: "Harry, Moaning Myrtle has taken a fancy to you..."

I interrupted him without leaving any trace: "Ms. Warren, do you remember how you died that year?"

Obviously, this topic interested her more.

It seems to transcend the prejudice against me.

"I was bullied by other students, cried on the toilet, and then... like today, I heard boys whispering..."

"I screamed and told him to get out, and then... I saw something yellow... and then, I died!"

She is a little neurotic and has problems organizing her language.

Through her unusual fragmentation, we finally pieced together the complete truth.

One cannot look directly into the eyes of a basilisk.

Except for Slytherin's heir, Voldemort, who can drive the basilisk.

"It's safer to cover your eyes when you two go down..." Draco took off his tie and helped me tie it.

"elder brother?"

Being unable to see makes me feel very insecure.

"I'm here." Draco took my hand and interlocked our fingers.

"Draco, why don't you cover your eyes?"

With my other hand, I held Harry beside me.

At this moment he asked a soul-searching question.

The fact that Draco is not only of Slytherin blood, but also an elf is a secret of the Malfoy family.

"Just like you speaking Parseltongue, it's an unsolved mystery in the world." Draco reacted quickly and blocked his question.

I quietly squeezed his fingers.

Holding their hands at the same time, I can clearly feel the difference between them.

Draco's fingers were longer and more slender, delicate and beautiful like a work of art.

Harry's palms were much warmer and thicker, with rougher joints.

All he heard was Draco hissing at the faucet in Parseltongue.

"Draco said open..." Harry explained aside.

For some reason, although I don't appear in the Malfoy family tree, I am very similar to young Narcissa and can even understand Parseltongue.

Alchemy is truly magical.

There was only a noise, and everything around seemed to have changed.

At this moment, I couldn't see anything and was so nervous that my palms were sweating.

"Don't be afraid, follow me." Draco took my hand and moved slowly.

Suddenly, my body was lifted into the air and I couldn't help but scream.

"I just looked, there is a structure like a slide inside, I will carry you up first."

Harry was the first to refuse: "I don't need that. Just tell me the approximate location."

The fan art of Ha X De, De X Ha in "The Quibbler" must have shocked him too much.

Apparently, there really is a photo of Draco holding Harry.

Not only that, but it’s a gender-swapped version of Harley.

"Harry, you go down first. Aurora and I will cover you."

Draco, looking at Harry's back, whispered to me.

How bold!

I couldn't see anything and dared not say anything.

His face flushed red and the arms around Draco became stiff.

"Are you having an affair? That's really exciting!"