Despite so many things happening recently, Harry still insisted on checking the map of the marauders behind Elwyn, Hermione, and Ron's backs. Even though he often couldn't find Malfoy on the map, he didn't give up. He speculated that Malfoy spent a lot of time in that house.
Although Harry had almost lost hope of entering the House of Granted Wishes, he would still give it a try as long as it was nearby.
However, no matter how he changed his story, there was still no door on the wall.
He really didn't understand why Dumbledore and Elwyn would ignore Malfoy, even if they had given him a reason.
However, Harry just couldn't understand. He felt that Dumbledore and Elwyn might have overlooked Malfoy because of carelessness or numbness. They were too strong and didn't take the weak Malfoy seriously, thinking that there wouldn't be a big problem if they left him alone.
Harry didn't think so. Whether it was the necklace or the poisoned wine, Malfoy almost succeeded!
He had to keep an eye on Malfoy. He also had the obligation and responsibility to do so. He couldn't let Malfoy do whatever he wanted in the school. Whether it was the Evil God or the Lord Voldemort, as opponents, they were too far away from Harry. Malfoy seemed more real …
The two of them had fought for so many years and knew each other very well. Malfoy was Harry's opponent.
Driven and supported by such a belief, Harry persisted in observing Malfoy every day, trying his best to grasp all of his whereabouts.
Harry even recorded Malfoy's whereabouts in a book, naming it "Malfoy's Observation Diary."
In this way, he could summarize the pattern of Malfoy's movements in different areas on different days.
After several months of continuous summary, Harry became more and more proficient in observing Malfoy.
He felt that to a certain extent, he knew Malfoy's whereabouts and habits better than he did!
Many times, Harry even saw Malfoy disappear near the House of Denied Wishes. He felt that if he observed for a while longer and figured out Malfoy's entire time, he could put on the Cloak of Invisibility and wait at the door of the House of Denied Wishes to continue his previous plan.
The moment Malfoy opened the door, he pounced on him and pushed Malfoy into the room.
That way, he would know what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Absolute Grant.
All in all, Harry had been paying more attention to Malfoy than to Ginny. If he had to describe it …
Forget it, no one knew how to describe his behavior.
"Malfoy's Observation Diary". Most people wouldn't write such a thing, and it was even more impossible for them to persist for several months.
Those who didn't understand this kind of thing would never understand, but those who understood would be able to react immediately even if they didn't describe it.
Therefore, it was better not to popularize the knowledge of the new world here.
Just like that, a few days before the match with Ravenclaw, Harry walked alone from the common lounge to have dinner.
Two minutes ago, Ron covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.
He had been like this recently, and Harry couldn't help but suspect that other than the supporters of Ravenclaw's team, it could also be Lavender's revenge.
Hermione ran to find Professor Victor because she remembered that there might be a mistake in the arithmetic and divination paper she handed in last time. Elwyn dragged a reluctant Elaine to do revision ten minutes ago. They said they would meet at dinner, but the two of them ran off to some unknown place, but it was definitely not at this time.
Harry also didn't want to waste his brain thinking about how much time had passed since Elwyn and Elaine returned to the auditorium. Perhaps they weren't people of this time at all, but came from the past or the future …
In any case, it was troublesome. Time magic was too complicated, so it was better to let Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine play.
He only needed to know that they were Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine themselves, and not someone else using compound decoctions.
Most likely out of habit, Harry didn't go to the auditorium. Instead, he turned to the corridor on the eighth floor and looked at the marauder's map as he walked.
At first, he couldn't find Malfoy, and guessed that the kid had gone to the House of Granted Requests again.
According to his observation, Malfoy would usually disappear at this time, but Harry hadn't figured out when Malfoy would enter the House of Granted Requests at this time, because Slytherin, the sixth-grade student, didn't have any classes in the afternoon, so he could go at any time.
Harry glanced at the map casually, not holding out much hope.
Then, he saw a dot marked Malfoy standing in a men's bathroom downstairs. Instead of Crabbe and Gower, next to him was a crying Myrtle!!!
"Malfoy and Myrtle!"
Harry's eyes widened. Staring at the unlikely combination, he accidentally bumped into a suit of armor.
The sound of splashing water roused him from his thoughts. Afraid that Filch would appear, he rushed to the marble stairs and ran as fast as he could to the corridor on the next floor. He put his ear to the bathroom door, but couldn't hear anything. He gently pushed the door open.
In the bathroom, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to the door, his hands holding the edge of the sink, his pale yellow head hanging low.
"Don't do this!" The gentle voice of the crying Myrtle came from a cubicle. "Don't do this. It hurts me to see you like this. Tell me what it is, I can help you …"
"No one can help me," said the sobbing Myrtle. His whole body was shaking, and his voice was sobbing. "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, his patience is wearing thin. If I don't do it soon, he says he'll kill me …"
What he saw through the crack in the door made Harry's heart skip a beat. He felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground.
My God, what did he see! What did he hear!
He found that Malfoy was crying, really crying, tears flowing from his pale face into the dirty sink.
Malfoy was afraid, because the Lord Voldemort had told him that if he didn't do it soon, the Lord Voldemort would kill him.
Harry's heart was pounding. What was that?
Maybe this was a chance to find out Malfoy's secret!
Because he was so excited, Harry pushed the door a little too hard and accidentally made some noise.
Malfoy looked up, sobbing. He saw Harry glaring at him from behind in the broken mirror.
He quickly turned and pulled out his wand. Harry instinctively did the same.
There was a flash of red light, and Myrtle screamed. Malfoy's spell was slightly off target and smashed the wall lamp behind Harry. Harry dodged to one side and silently said "Upside Down Golden Bell". He pointed his wand, but Malfoy blocked the spell and raised his wand again.
"Stop it! Stop it! "The crying Myrtle screamed, her voice echoing in the tiled bathroom." Stop it! Stop it! "
But no one listened to her. With a bang, the dustbin behind Harry exploded.
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