[HP] A Brief History of Time

Outside the Quidditch pitch, Draco stopped Lettice who was chatting and laughing with a tall boy, "Miss Protheroe," Draco waited a little anxiously, and didn't care that after he spoke, the boy Pulling Lettice back a step, "Is Weier not with you?"

Lettice squeezed her boyfriend's fingers, shook her head and said, "Virginia said she has something to go to the library."

At this moment, Draco knew that the castle was far more dangerous than any other place in the school, not to mention that the whole school was surrounded by teachers and students at the moment.

He strode anxiously towards the castle, and even forgot to say thank you to Lettice.

Looking at his back, Bernie shrugged, "I didn't expect it. Looking at him, it seems that our little Hufflepuff girl has firmly grasped the heart of a poisonous snake."

Lettis laughed, "What kind of analogy is this? From my point of view, he's not that bad except for being a little arrogant at times."

Bernie didn't want to argue with the girl he liked, so he reached out and stroked the curly hair on her forehead, "Come on, you have to sit with me today, the Bludger scared me last time."

Draco was restless, and the noise from the Quidditch pitch made him even more irritable. He walked a few steps quickly, and under the cover of the bushes, he quickly called out, "Dobby!"

He yelled three times in a row before Dobby appeared in the air with a 'snap'. Its expression was even worse than Draco's, its two big ears drooped down, covering half of the bulb-like green eyes, and the two One leg shook like a sieve, causing its whole body to sway non-stop.

Draco's heart suddenly thumped, he grabbed Dobby's tea towel cover, lifted it up, and asked sharply, "What's wrong with her?"

"Miss fainted... fainted." Dobby's big ears were pressed tightly against his eyes and refused to leave, his two thin arms twisted in the air, "Dobby can only push her away, or it will be too late ...If you look up, you will die..."

Draco's throat was dry, and his hands and feet felt weak for a moment.Dobby fell from the air to the ground in a sudden.

It moved its ears away a little bit, sat on the ground and looked at Draco quietly, the fear in the green eyes faded quietly, and a little curiosity was brought.

"So, you have met..." Draco slowed down, reached out and took out a piece of chocolate from his trouser pocket and handed it to Dobby, his voice was much gentler than before, "She didn't see it, did she?"

Dobby stared blankly at the chocolate handed out in front of him, and after a long while carefully stretched out both hands to take it, then raised his head and looked at Draco tentatively, seeing that there was no hostility in his expression, he bent over He got up from the ground and said in a sharp voice, "Dobby has always fulfilled the contract very seriously. The young master gave Dobby freedom, and he did not object to Dobby protecting the savior. What the young master hopes Dobby will do, Dobby will definitely do." " Dobby paused for a moment, his expression became sluggish again, his ears were tangled together, and he let out a loud sob, "But... but Mr. Potter's good friend, Dobby didn't have time..."

Draco remained expressionless, he was keenly aware of the change in the noise of the stadium not far away.He drew out his wand and cast a spell over his ear.Professor McGonagall's choked voice over the loudspeaker reached Draco's ears.

Due to extraordinary events, the Quidditch match has been cancelled.

Draco said seriously, "Thank you very much, Dobby."

Dobby twisted uncomfortably and tightened his grip on the chocolate in his hand.

Virginia woke up from pain.She just moved her head on the pillow when Draco leaned over and reached out to gently press her arm.

Virginia glanced at her arm, which was in a bandage and plaster, and just as she was about to raise her head, her eyes trembled.

"You hit your head, and you have a slight concussion," Draco said softly, lest he make her uncomfortable, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?"

Virginia touched her face with her good hand, and suddenly remembered what happened before she fainted, "Someone pushed me..."

"Shh..." Draco put his fingers to his lips and made a silent gesture, he pretended to be close to Virginia to straighten her hair, and whispered in her ear, "You fell down by accident .”

He raised his head slightly from Virginia's ear, looked into her bewildered eyes, shook her hand, and put a pillow behind her head before getting up and coming to her adjacent hospital bed , opened the bed curtain.

Virginia tilted her head with difficulty, and was shocked to find that there was a plaster-like figure lying on the hospital bed, which was Hermione.Her right hand was still looking into the mirror, and her mouth was wide open, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

"I heard her scream..." Virginia gasped.

"Yes, that's all you know. When you were about to look up, you rolled down the stairs because your center of gravity was unstable." Draco closed the bed curtain again, and sat back on her bed. "When you wake up, you will When someone asks you what happened, can you just answer like this?"

Virginia replied with some gloom, "I really don't know anything." She turned her head to look at the tightly covered hospital bed. "Did Hermione push me away when the attack happened?"

Draco paused, "No." He kissed the back of her hand, "I'll tell you later."

Virginia looked at him, said nothing, turned her head and closed her eyes again.

Draco knew she was disappointed, but he didn't want to reveal himself now.Thanks to Rita Skeeter's report on Dumbledore's black history a few years later, Draco really stayed away from his insanity.

He flipped the cuff buttons of his shirt with his hands, and sat by Virginia's bed with a calm expression, listening to the footsteps getting closer.

Madam Pomfrey came to the hospital bed first, she took a serious look at Draco, expressed her approval for his silence for not disturbing the patient, and then carefully touched Virginia's face.

Virginia hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, and naturally opened her eyes under Madam Pomfrey's touch.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey showed a kind smile and asked softly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Virginia shook her head.

Madam Pomfrey made a final decision, "Your head is still a little dizzy, and the bones in your arms are still joining together. You must rest a lot to recover well." She turned her head and said sternly to the group of people behind her, "Only 5 minutes! You all have to go out after 5 minutes," she turned her head and looked at Draco, "including you!"

Dumbledore was still smiling, and after Madam Pomfrey stepped aside, he sat on the edge of the bed on Virginia's right hand side, "Are you all right, Virginia?"

Virginia was flattered that the headmaster could pronounce her name, and she nodded hastily.

"We have encountered a little trouble," Dumbledore turned his head, and Virginia followed his signal gaze and saw Professor McGonagall with a tired expression, Professor Sprout who couldn't hide his concern, and Professor McGonagall with red eye circles who was extremely nervous. Potter and Wesley, she glanced at them one by one, and met Dumbledore's sky-blue eyes poking out from behind the glasses.

These eyes are wise and kind, looking unexpectedly pure on an old man's wrinkled face.

Virginia relaxed. "I'd love to, Professor. I mean, if I can help."

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore's voice was still cordial, but the question pointed to the point. "Did you see what was attacking Hermione?"

Virginia shook her head, "I was about to watch it when I fell downstairs and heard Hermione's cry."

Draco grimaced, heaving a sigh of relief.

Obviously, except for Porter and Wesley, everyone didn't have much expectation for the answer to this question.

Potter couldn't help but interjected, "You and Hermione are together..."

Virginia suddenly thought of something, she sat up quickly, because she got up so violently, her internal organs felt upside down, and the air in her mind was drained.Draco quickly sat behind her and caught her with half of his shoulders.

"You can't get up too fast," Pomfrey hastily cast a healing spell on her, and began to drive away people, "Alright, alright, Virginia didn't see anything, you can leave."

"Wait..." Virginia hurriedly said, but her voice was too weak, and Pomfrey's rushing voice was too loud, no one could hear it except Draco.

Draco walked behind the crowd.He glanced at Virginia who was lying on the pillow as white as paper with a complicated expression, and bent down to leave a light kiss on her cheek.

Madam Pomfrey stood at the door with her arms folded and looked at him, her eyes seemed to say, "Is it all right?"

Draco smiled and walked past her out of the hospital wing.

"You can sleep for half an hour, and then I will wake you up and take your medicine." Madam Pomfrey lowered the curtain for Virginia, "No one will disturb your rest from now on."

Virginia pursed her lips, showing a slightly shy smile.She was a little embarrassed to be seen by Madam Pomfrey when Draco kissed her.

"When will Hermione wake up?" she asked.

"When the mandrake matures at the end of June."

It's only April.

Virginia looked at the white ceiling and slowly closed her eyes.

Draco stopped Potter and Weasley at the end of Potions class.The latter thought that Draco's old habit of finding faults was repeated, and the two wands were aimed at Draco.

Draco glanced at Wesley's hastily wrapped wand with tape, sneered, he stretched out his hand, holding a folded paper between two slender white fingertips, and said lazily, "Virginiato I give it to you—what Miss Granger wanted to show you before her accident."

Potter and Wesley looked at each other.

"How do I know if it's true or not? Can this thing be picked up?" Wesley yelled loudly.

Draco frowned, seemingly impatient at the sound of his voice, "What about you, Potter?"

Potter put down his wand, a little ashamed of the tension he'd created, and reached for the paper, ignoring Weasley's murmurs and thanking Draco.

Draco nodded reservedly, and went to the medical wing with Blaise, who was waiting at the corner of the corridor, with his schoolbag on his back.