[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco opened his eyes to a blinding array of gold and green.He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know where he was. Above his head, the dappled sunlight sprinkled on his face and body from the branches of the old beech tree, which made him unable to open his eyes.

Slowly, he sat up, and something was slipping off him.Draco reached out and found a long black cloak.Cotton, unpatterned, the most common kind you'd find in any wizard's wardrobe.What makes it special is that it has a faint herbal smell on it, and Draco can even smell the faint fragrance of newly harvested evening primrose.

Evening primrose, open at night, fresh flowers are used to prepare medical raw bone water, dried and ground into powder is the main ingredient of the stabilizer.Evening primrose, silent love, unruly heart.

Really, damn it.

Draco crumpled the corner of the cloak he was holding, frantically about tossing it into the lake, but the warmth from it was as luscious as a hint of love potion, and he couldn't let go.

there is a feeling

Confusion and helplessness are moving away from him.

He is not alone.

There are people he can rely on.

even though……

Even - the fingers of his other hand dug deep into the grass - he hated him, he was Severus.snape.What does it matter?What does it matter.

Draco let his limbs spread out and lay back down again, the cotton robe still tightly grasped in his right hand, the piece of driftwood that the drowning man was holding.

The sunlight fell on his face and body from the gap, he closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep like this.He missed his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson when the bell at the top of the tower rang a second time, and then a third time.He doesn't care anymore, talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts... stupid and ridiculous, no, he doesn't care about anything anymore.

Before the bell rang for the fourth time, his two bulky friends found him.

"Della..."

"Shh, Goyle! He's asleep." Clappa stopped Goyle.

"But Professor Carroll told us to..."

"Wait a minute..."

"Professor Carlo?" Draco's eyelashes moved, and then he sat up and rubbed his swollen temples, "Brother or sister?"

"Draco, you're awake!" Goyle hurried forward, "It's brother Amycus. Professor Carlo, you missed Defense Against the Dark Arts. He asked you to go to his office before lunch break."

"Office?" Draco turned his gaze to Crabbe.

"The first room on the left on the third floor is the one where the werewolf stayed." The latter immediately added.

"That's right, that's what he said, let me go to the office to find him, before lunch break?" Draco sneered, "It seems that he hasn't figured out who he is yet."

Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a look, followed by a grin.

"How about Defense Against the Dark Arts...?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Oh—great!" said Crabbe, "though maybe the dumb lions of Gryffindor would think otherwise."

"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"He made us practice the Cruciatus Curse on some of the less obedient guys. You know Draco, Gryffindor has a lot of thorns. I managed to hit it a few times, although it didn't take long, It's not easy to control." Goyle waved his hand excitedly, this is probably the first time he has made a name for himself in anything.

"The Cruciatus Curse? He asked you to practice the Cruciatus Curse?" Draco clenched his fists reflexively. That evil spell gave him too many bad memories.

"Just don't know why he also allowed them to resist, dodge, armor protection, disarming spells, maybe he thought it would make things more interesting." Crabbe said.

"Really?" Draco lowered his eyes, "There was no professor in the middle who protested? Minerva. McGonagall, Horace. Slughorn, Felius. Felicite... and Snape, no one?"

Gore and Crabbe looked at me, I looked at you, and shook their heads together.

Draco stopped talking, not even daring to speak with the two big guys.

During the silence, Draco stood up. He carefully folded the cloak he had been holding in his hand, but when he finished this action, he crumpled it up as if he had found something wrong to vent. group.

"De..." Goyle opened his mouth, not knowing why.

Draco's hands froze instantly.

"Here, take it." He threw the cloak into Goyle's arms angrily.

"But..." Goyle held the cloak and stared wide-eyed, a little at a loss.In the next second, there was nothing in his arms.Draco snatched the cloak back almost rudely, bumping into his shoulder hard as he strode away, knocking him staggering.

"Is Draco going to the restaurant?" Crabbe followed quickly.

"No, I'm going to 'Professor Carlo''s office, didn't he want to see me." Draco stopped, "You don't have to follow, go to the restaurant by yourself." After finishing speaking, he didn't look back strode away.

It was time to serve lunch, and students rushing to eat could be seen everywhere on the aisle leading to the auditorium on the first floor of the castle.When Draco walked against the flow of people towards the stairs, the crowd made way for him.Those people, those he knew and didn't know, were whispering and discussing in low voices, with eyes of hatred, contempt and fear.

"It's him... Draco. Malfoy..."

"It's a down-to-earth... who took the lead in burning Di Ge's house..."

"...what I saw with my own eyes... those people listened to him..."

Draco pursed his lips, gripping his wand tightly.The situation was worse than he expected, but it didn't matter, it didn't matter, he believed that no one could do him any real harm except the Dark Lord.He climbed the stairs, turned the corner, and knocked on the first door on the left on the third floor.

The curtains in the office were drawn tightly, and the room was very dark.His former subordinate, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Amycus.Kahlo sits neatly behind his only desk, quill in hand, and a stack of unrevised student theses.

When Draco walked in, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looked up, glanced at Draco and then at the clock on the wall.

"A quarter past eleven, just before lunch break," Amycus said slowly.

Draco raised an eyebrow, condescending.

Amycus chuckled and threw the pen on the desk, leaning back on the back of the chair.

"Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, why didn't you come to class?"

"'Didn't come to class, why'?" Draco raised his eyebrows higher and higher, "How dare you talk to me like that?"

Amycus stood up slowly.

"Ah, I'm very sorry Mr. Malfoy, everything was requested by that lord. He ordered me to know your location at any time, so as to ensure your safety. You know, in this castle, except for Slater Lin, I'm afraid not many people will show you kindness."

When Amycus mentioned Voldemort, Draco's face turned livid.The Dark Lord wanted to know where he was going - Draco's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do for a long time.As the minutes passed, his mind finally started spinning again when Amycus was getting impatient.

"It's not necessary, Defense Against the Dark Arts. I heard today's content is Cruciatus?" he heard himself say.

"Of course, of course," Amycus squinted at him and laughed, "You're already proficient at the Cruciatus Curse. It's just that it bothers me when no one hears from you, my lord." The command……"

Draco's face turned pale.

"By the black lake, fell asleep." He said, his voice was stiff and cold, or he didn't know what he was talking about at all.

"By the Black Lake..." Amycus rolled his eyes, "Look, it's all right. As long as you're still at Hogwarts, everything will be fine, absolutely fine."

"So," Draco bit his teeth, "I can go back, 'Professor'?"

"Of course, of course, lunch time." Amycus grinned exaggeratedly, and just as Draco turned to leave, he stopped him again with a loud voice—

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, there is Muggle Studies in the afternoon, it has been listed as a compulsory subject, I hope you can show up where you should be on time." He said.

"Nothing else?" Draco turned his head slightly.

"No, Bon Appetit."

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.The smirk on Amycus's face disappeared, and his sister Alecto stepped out from behind the curtain, looking silently in the direction in which Draco disappeared.