[HP] Shh, it's a secret

In the afternoon, Draco showed up in the Muggle Studies classroom on time.A stupid decision that forced him to sit in one of the brightest classrooms in the castle, sitting in the middle of a large group of Slytherins and enduring the hostile eyes of an even larger group of Gryffindors.Well, maybe it's not that unbearable, they've been hostile to each other for the past six years (or maybe nine).

After the class bell rang, the hostility that Draco could feel was visibly lessened, as the Gryffindors shifted their hostility from the newly appointed Professor of Muggle Studies.

Female professor Alecto.Carlo, like his brother, was a pure-blood theorist and Muggle threat theorist through and through, a Death Eater, and a minion of the Dark Lord, and it couldn't be more explicit.In Draco's opinion, it was very wise that the Dark Lord had chosen her as a professor of Muggle Studies.

For two full hours, they listened to her slamming Muggles, saying that they were like animals, dirty and stupid, and so cruel to wizards that legitimate wizards had to hide and paint themselves.Of course, she also mentions mudbloods (pure Muggle-born wizards), and according to her theory, there will be Squibs (people with wizard blood but no magic power) in the wizarding party only because they were stolen by the despicable mudbloods. magic.

The Slytherins were naturally not dissatisfied with what she taught, they listened with relish and even took the lead in applauding.Gryffindor is completely the opposite. Although the new regulations of the Ministry of Magic prevent all Muggle-born wizards from appearing at Hogwarts, it is obvious that Gryffindor still has the most mixed-blood wizards among all students. .

"... Muggles are like filthy rats in the sewers, they're everywhere...they outnumber wizards by the thousands...they make a living by plundering...all muggles deserve hell," she said. in summary.

boom--!

On the left side of the classroom, there was a loud bang in the Gryffindor area.After two hours, someone finally couldn't help it.Draco looked up, wanting to see which of the lions would be so desperate to show what they called Gryffindor courage in such a dire situation.Reckless, stupid - Gryffindor!

You said Dumbledore?He, the outlier in Gryffindor.maybe not!Draco had every reason to believe that that one was called Albus.Dumbledore's old man must have threatened the Sorting Hat on admission.

"Neville. Longbottom, pure blood..." While Draco was thinking wildly, the female professor had already checked the roster, and then narrowed her eyes at the blushing boy standing abruptly among the students, "Any questions, Mr. Longbottom?"

"Yes!" said Neville, panting, "I just wanted to ask...you and your brother, how much Muggle blood was on your hands when you dragged them into hell? How much is it stained! Muggle blood!"

The classroom was suddenly eerily quiet.Their female professor raised her chin and stood upright.

"Has no one ever taught you, Mr. Longbottom," she said, "you must never speak to a professor like that... Absolutely! Sectumsempra (Kamikaze Unshadowed)—"

A flash of red light flashed, screams pierced the ceiling of the classroom, and the magic created by the Half-Blood Prince was on Neville.On Longbottom's left cheek was a deep bony mark.

"A little lesson, so that you can remember this." The female professor put away her wand and textbook, "Homework, thirteen ways to deal with Muggles, hand it in before the next class."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang in due time, and Draco turned to Neville, who was surrounded by Gryffindors.Longbottom took a look, then followed the giggling and gloating Slytherin out of the classroom.

For a split second, Draco felt it.When they heard Neville's loud questioning, the Gryffindors, who had been enduring for two hours, raised their heads together for the first time. Anger and hatred burst out from their eyes and seemed to materialize at that moment. The general toot-too-teaching can't be ignored.

Gryffindor courage?

Yes, there will always be someone who steps up.

No matter how bad the situation is.

There are always a few people.

Draco thought of Harry.Potter, Year [-] When Dumbledore was kicked out of Hogwarts, DA (Dumbledore's Army)...now, Dumbledore and Harry.Potter's gone, Neville.Longbottom—cowardly, cowardly, MR. Longbottom who always has a way to blow up the crucible, who else?There are a lot more--

Minerva.McGonagall, activated Hogwarts' strongest defensive spell; Seamus.Finnigan, who blew up Hogsmeade's only pontoon bridge to the castle; Ginny.Weasley, blast the werewolf Fenrir... Hermione.Granger, Ron.Weasley, Remus.Lupine...

As long as one person stands up, those people, those Gryffindors will be eager to try and move forward as if seeing hope.So many fell, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody, Fred.Weasley, Lupine and even Harry.Potter, did anyone see them stop?

No, at least he didn't.

The worst moment, the darkest moment—

When everyone thought Harry.Potter was dead, Neville when the Dark Lord had won.Longbottom, the most cowardly of them all, Draco heard him say in the face of the Dark Lord - I will go with you until hell freezes over.

Gryffindor Courage...

Draco thought he didn't care, the stupid lions of Gryffindor, what they did, their life and death, all had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect that everything - struggling, resisting... was covered by his own The memory is faithfully recorded, clear and profound.

With a sword strike, Nagini's head flew high, and a new round of resistance——

Gryffindor courage.

Draco suddenly felt that there was something more in his chest, although he didn't quite understand it yet.He abruptly withdrew his right foot, which was about to step into the Slytherin common room, and turned.

"Draco where are you going?" Goyle reached out to pull him, but only caught air.

"Don't follow," Draco ordered them loudly.

He strode forward against the flow of people, walked out of the dark cellar, stepped up the stairs, all the way up and to the right.He didn't know where he was going, completely unconsciously, it was as if his body, his legs were taking him.Soon, he saw the tapestry where Barnabas trained the dwarves to dance the ballet.

Room of Requirement?

No, not that, more to the right.

Draco walked even faster past the blank section of wall opposite the tapestry, and then, he arrived - the same white section of wall, with a pair of gargoyles squatting in the center.

Draco finally came to a complete stop, Dumbledore and... just behind this stretch of wall in front of him.He didn't have a password, and maybe it was a mistake for him to be here.The sprinting all the way made his heart beat fast, he took a deep breath to calm himself down, and now he wanted to leave, but his feet were still firmly nailed to the floor.

Just as Draco was hesitating, the pair of dripping stone beasts who had stood in front of him a moment ago jumped to the two sides without warning, and the wall opened to reveal the spiral staircase behind.Then there was a series of footsteps, not in a hurry, someone was coming down the stairs.

"Draco. Malfoy...what's the matter?" Snape was still standing on the stairs, the third or fourth step, holding on to the banister with both hands, looking down at him just right.

"No—" Draco's mind went blank.

"Oh, really?"

"The cloak... yes, I'm here to return the cloak," Draco said, either incoherently or not knowing what he was talking about.

"So..." Snape's eyes flicked to Draco's hands, "Where's the cloak?"

"The cloak is..." Draco froze, he unconsciously looked at his hand, empty, nothing. "Okay okay," Draco cried, "forget about that damn cloak! I'm not here to see you, hell! I'm here to see Dumbledore, Albus. Dumbledore !” He blushed.