Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1475: Malfoy's Observation Diary

Despite all the recent events, Harry still insisted on checking the Marauder’s Map without telling Evan, Hermione, and Ron. Even though he often couldn’t find Malfoy on the map, he didn’t give up. He deduced that Malfoy was still spending plenty of time within that room.

Although Harry was losing hope that he would ever succeed in getting inside the Room of Requirement, he attempted it whenever he was in the vicinity, but no matter how he reworded his request, the wall remained firmly doorless.

He truly couldn’t understand why Dumbledore and Evan both seemed to ignore Malfoy, even though they had given him reasons.

But Harry just didn’t get it. He thought perhaps Dumbledore and Evan were being careless or had underestimated Malfoy. They were both too powerful, and had probably dismissed Malfoy, whose strength was comparatively weak, assuming that letting him be wouldn’t lead to anything serious.

Harry didn’t think so. Whether it was the necklace or the poisoned mead, Malfoy had come dangerously close to succeeding!

He had to keep an eye on Malfoy, and he also had the obligation and responsibility to do so, not to let Malfoy do whatever he wanted in the school. Whether it was an evil god or Voldemort, those enemies felt too distant. Malfoy, in contrast, was right in front of him, more real, more immediate…

They had been rivals for so many years, and they knew each other very well. Malfoy was Harry’s opponent.

Driven and supported by such a belief, Harry insisted on observing Malfoy every day and tried his best to grasp all his whereabouts.

Harry even began recording Malfoy’s movements in a notebook he titled Malfoy Observation Diary.

In this way, he could summarize the pattern of Malfoy’s actions in different areas on different days.

After several months of uninterrupted summarization, Harry became more and more adept at tracking Malfoy.

He felt that to some extent, he knew his whereabouts and habits better than Malfoy himself!

Many times, Harry even saw Malfoy disappear near the Room of Requirement. He felt that if he observed for a while and found out all of Malfoy’s time, he could put on an invisibility cloak and guard the door of the Room of Requirement and continue his previous plan.

The moment Malfoy opened the door, he would pounce and knock him inside.

That way, he would finally find out what Malfoy was really up to in the Room of Requirement.

In short, Harry had been paying more attention to Malfoy than Ginny for a long time. If he had to describe it…

Forget it … no one should know how to describe his behavior.

Malfoy Observation Diary, ordinary people would not write such things, let alone stick with it for months.

Those who don’t understand will never get it. Those who do — even if they don’t say a word — would immediately know what it meant.

So, let’s not try to introduce everyone to the knowledge of this new world here.

And so, a few days before the match against Ravenclaw, Harry found himself walking down to dinner alone from the common room.

Two minutes earlier, Ron had rushed off, covering his mouth, into a nearby bathroom to throw up again.

He had been like this recently. Harry couldn’t help but suspect that aside from Ravenclaw supporters possibly causing it, it might also be Lavender getting revenge.

Hermione had dashed off to see Professor Vector about a mistake she thought she might have made in her last Arithmancy essay; Evan had dragged the reluctant Elaine to review schoolwork ten minutes earlier, saying they’d meet at dinner. No one knew where they had gone, but they definitely weren’t around at this moment.

Harry didn’t feel like bothering to think about it; when he saw Evan and Elaine in the Great Hall later, he didn’t want to wonder how much time had passed for them, or if they were even from this moment in time. Maybe they were from the past or the future…   

Either way, it was all too much trouble. Time magic was way too complicated. Better to leave it to Evan, Hermione, and Elaine to mess around with.

All Harry needed was to know that the people in front of him really were Evan, Hermione, and Elaine, not someone else using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate them.

More out of habit than anything, Harry did not go straight to the Great Hall, but made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder’s Map as he went.

For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again. Based on his observations, Malfoy usually disappeared around this time. But Harry still hadn’t figured out the exact moment Malfoy entered the Room of Requirement. Since sixth-year Slytherins had no classes all afternoon, Malfoy could come and go freely.

Harry casually scanned the map, not holding out hope.

Then, he saw Malfoy’s tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys’ bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle!!!

“Malfoy and Myrtle!”

Harry only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor.

The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open.

In the bathroom, Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.

“Don’t,” crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. “Don’t … it hurts me to see you like this … tell me what’s wrong … I can help you. …”

“No one can help me,” said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking, his voice choked with sobs. “I can’t do it. … I can’t. … It won’t work … and unless I do it soon … he says he’ll kill me. …”

The scene Harry saw through the gap in the door struck him like lightning, and the shock was so huge it seemed to root him on the spot.

My God, what had he just seen? What had he just heard?

He realized that Malfoy was crying — actually crying — tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin.

Malfoy was scared because Voldemort had told him that if he didn’t make that thing happen soon, Voldemort would kill him.

Harry’s heart was pounding. What was that thing?

Perhaps this was an opportunity to find out Malfoy’s secret!

Too excited, Harry pushed the door a little too forcefully, making a sound as it opened.

Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

He wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own.

Malfoy’s hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another —

“No! No! Stop it!” squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. “Stop! STOP!”

But no one listened to her. There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded.

Harry ducked quickly, pointed his wand at Malfoy, and attempted a Leg-Locker Curse. …

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