[HP] Shh, it's a secret

All day long Draco shut himself in his dormitory, with no classes, no meals, and seemed to let go of even the most embarrassing physical needs.

Everything that's been going on these days is telling him that he's been terribly bad.What else did he do but fear but hysteria?Is it true that as Snape told him, his three years more than others lived into the dog's stomach?

No, not at all what he wanted, too silly.His restlessness and emotional inability to control himself is tantamount to digging his own grave.There wasn't much time left, so why was he wasting it fighting Snape?

Draco told himself - calm down, clear your mind, relax.It wasn't three years ago, it was a whole new seventh grade.Snape was alive and didn't have to die for that stupid wand, and neither were his parents.Even, he and Snape.Therefore, there was no need to distract him too much for Snape.

And what he has to do is to ensure another defeat of the Dark Lord and then save himself and the whole of Malfoy in the war and afterward.It was hard for him to know, especially when he was very likely to face the Dark Lord directly one day in the future.So, before that day comes, he still has a lot to prepare, wands, magic powers, spells, potions, and safe hiding places, too many... Maybe it should also include in case he fails...

Draco couldn't think anymore, but his thoughts betrayed his subjective will.

The strength and invincibility of the Dark Lord, defeat and death...

No.

Just be prepared...

Draco tried to stand up, his legs went numb.The light came on suddenly, and the sudden light made him squint his eyes slightly.

"So you're here in Draco." Crabbe was the first to enter, "Minerva. McGonagall is mad, and you didn't go to her class this afternoon. But according to the new school rules, she no longer has the right to lock you up." Now, I bet she'll have to go to Headmaster Snape, that old bitch. Maybe she thought the Headmaster would listen to her, stupid Gryffindor. Times have changed, haven't Goyle?"

"Yes, that's right." Goyle put his arm on Crabbe's shoulder from behind, "And she won't find anything. Headmaster Snape isn't in the castle."

"Snape... isn't the headmaster here?" Draco raised his head.

"Yes, Zabini was still saying just now that he saw Principal Snape leaving through the gate, whether it was something urgent or that lord..." Goyle did not continue to speculate.

"Really." Draco said, his voice very soft, "that lord...do you really think that lord is right?"

"What? What are you talking about that lord?" Goyle moved his head closer, his forehead almost touching Draco's profile.

"No, it's nothing." Draco reached out and pushed Goyle's head aside, and stood up, "I'm going out for a while, and if a professor asks, I'll go to the vice-principal."

"Who? Vice-head? Gryffindor old ladies!" Goyle's eyes widened.

"Draco's curfew soon, hey, Draco!" Crabbe yelled.

"Forget about that stupid curfew," Draco raised his hand and shook it back, "Hogwarts doesn't need a curfew anymore."

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Draco left the cellar, and soon reached the office of Vice Principal McGonagall on the second floor.He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and it didn't take long for someone to answer the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's surprising." The female vice-principal, McGonagall, was wearing her dark green robe and glasses, and her glasses were flickering ominously at this moment.

"Good evening Professor, can you let me in first?" Draco said.

Professor McGonagall stared at him for a moment, then moved out of the way.

"Tell me, the purpose of coming here." After Draco entered the office, Professor McGonagall closed the door.

"I didn't come to class this afternoon, I think I can explain," Draco said.

Professor McGonagall didn't respond immediately, she looked surprised.She watched for a while until she was sure Draco wasn't joking, and her serious expression softened a bit.

"Sit." She pointed to the chair opposite the desk, "Explain."

Draco lowered his head and slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Why, didn't you find a good excuse?" Mag raised his eyebrows.

Draco smiled and looked up.He unbuttoned his left sleeve as he walked towards the light. "The reason," he said, rolling up his sleeves quickly, "is the reason."

Snakes and skeletons.

Professor McGonagall stood up from his chair abruptly, rushed to Draco, and then backed away abruptly.

"You really..." Her eyes lingered between Draco's arms and his face, his face turned livid, "It's just too...you're still a student, Mr. Malfoy, do you really know what you're doing? ?”

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I know, Professor." Draco said, putting down his sleeves. "Actually, I came today to ask you a question, which has troubled me for a long time."

"I don't think I'm obliged to answer the question of an evil Death Eater," Professor McGonagall's lips were tightly pursed and even a little white, "Please get out, you are not welcome here..."

"I'm afraid you'll have to answer." Draco cut her off with a raised hand.

"Are you trying to torture me?"

"No, professor," Draco smiled, "In fact, you have already said the reason before, I am still a student. According to No. 20 of the teacher's code of Hogwarts School of Wizardry Solve the existing doubts."

"Study? A Death Eater?" Professor McGonagall snorted.

"Yes, about the Advanced Transfiguration Animagus." Draco said, "You are an expert in this field, but it is a pity that you did not teach this spell in your Transfiguration class, and as far as I know Well, several of the Hogwarts students have mastered it, all of them from Gryffindor."

"Are you pointing at me for being private and overweight?" Professor McGonagall became anxious, but her back straightened even more.

"No," said Draco, "I'm just pointing out that it's possible to learn it at my age. I'm going to master it."

"I won't teach you." Professor McGonagall refused politely, "It's not within the teaching content, and I have the right to refuse."

"Yes, but it doesn't affect which book you can find it in," Draco stared at Mag's, "I'm sure it's not in the library's normal collection, so it's in ..."

"No, I won't..." For a moment, Mag felt a little dazed, and the name of a book suddenly appeared in his mind.She knew almost immediately what this Slytherin had done to her, and she pointed at his nose, fingers trembling, and she was mad with rage.

"Thank you Professor, good night then. Stupefy (fainted out)" Draco didn't give McGonagall a chance to accuse and curse, turned and flashed out of the office.His left hand firmly grasped his trembling right hand, which was holding the wand under the sleeve, and ducked into a shadow in the hallway.

If it was three years ago, he would never have done that. Using Legilimency and Stunning Spells on a professor, unless he is crazy, he has no ability.Now, he told himself, he had reasons why he had to, the spell was important.And he's a Death Eater, so it's only natural to do what a Death Eater should do.It's just one more professor's disgust and guard, no big deal.

Perhaps McGonagall would report what he did to Snape, but it would be the same to anyone, and he would only gain the Dark Lord's trust because of it.As for the explanation he needed to give the Dark Lord, he had already thought about it.Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and walked out of the shadows.

It was a few minutes before the curfew, and there were still a few students in the corridor on the second floor.Draco easily avoided their sight and turned into an old classroom, with invisibility spells, ignore spells and confusion spells.He had to catch Minerva.Before Mag woke up, he copied the contents of the book.

The library was dark and eerie.Draco lit up the Hand of Glory he had brought from Borginbock's shop, a small prop that looked like a human skeleton that could give him light in the dark without being seen by others.He carried it across the rows of bookshelves, carefully stepping over the cords that separated the shelves.

The j□j area is at the back of the library, behind the thickest red rope.In fact, the book he was looking for already had an approximate position in his mind, the penultimate or third shelf, the bottom.

After vaguely arriving at the destination, Draco squatted down, held up the lamp to illuminate it, and read the title of the book.One by one, those peeling, faded gilt letters are all ancient Latin that he is not very familiar with, but fortunately, if McGonagall's memory is correct, the one he needs is written in English . After 1 minute, he found it.

"Who's there?"

With a meow, a lantern lit up on the bookshelf opposite him.Caretaker Filch and his cat.Draco breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly copied what he wanted and put the book back on the shelf.At this moment, another footstep sounded in the library.

"Principal, someone is inside, in the j□j area."

Draco froze when he heard Snape's voice.

"J□j District? I want to see who has the guts...you go and guard the door."

The footsteps were getting closer, Snape's black robe could already be seen in the dim light of the hand of glory, and Draco's feet seemed to have taken root on the ground.If he had learned the Animagus... if... Draco had heard his heartbeat.In horror, Snape was close in sight, and then he walked past him, turning the other way.

"No." Snape returned to the library door a few minutes later.Filch mumbled and walked away with his cat in his arms and lantern.

When the library returned to darkness, Draco exhaled and stepped out of hiding.

"Then, sir, you'd better have a good reason..."

Someone grabbed his arm so violently that the Glorious Hand fell to the floor and Draco climbed up his arm, the hand that grabbed him still had untreated blood on the back of it.