Harry kept visiting the room almost every night, to read, to study, to understand. Him and Mortimer got closer and closer, and after a few weeks Harry didn't go anywhere without having Mortimer with him. Harry came to understand what was going on inside Dumbledore and Grindelwalds mind, the thought of Magic and Muggles separated wasn't so bad. What had story taught us? Magic and Muggles just doesn't mix, witches and wizards have been hunted through the ages, determined to serve Muggles. No, Harry agreed with the books; Muggles are not ready nor will ever be, to receive the gift of magic. They do not understand the power and privilege of magic. Muggles are a danger to the magic society." Yes, Harry agreed, and he had finally come to understand a little bit of what it was the dark lord was fighting for. He was fighting for a safe world for all the witches and wizard, a world were they did not have to hide. It was all wrong, and he understood it now.
What was Dumbledore doing? Giving up this dream of a perfect world. Letting Muggles into this school. Harry threw away the rest of the sandwich he had been eating into the lake. He sat under a big three outside. The sun was shining, and almost every student was outside this afternoon. Mortimer was relaxing next to Harry. Some first year students was playing with a frisbee and they accidentally threw it in his direction. It landed right in front of his feet. "Hey, throw it back" one of the kids yelled. Harry grabbed it and threw it in the water. "He is so evil" one of the kids whispered, which made Harry smile. The last couple of month had been a great change, everybody feared him and Ron and Hermione left him alone. He was doing great studying with Snape, and.. "Hello Potter." Draco walked across the lane. Oh, and yes, he and Draco had become friends. "I have a message for you" he said while placing himself beside Harry. Mortimer quickly crawled inside Harrys robes to hide himself from Draco, whom still didn't know anything about him. "From professor Snape." Draco answered, Harry looked at him, and raised his eyebrows. "What's the message then?" Draco smiled looking back at Harry. "You're next lesson will be tonight, 8 p.m. His office."
Harry sighed, another lesson. It was not that he did not enjoy the lesson, he surely did, and perhaps a bit more than what he was supposed to. But in Harry's opinion everything went to slow, he wanted to learn more, to become even more powerful. And it was as if his potionmaster tried to hold him back.
"What?" Draco said. "Nothing" Harry mumbled, "I just don't feel like studying today. How about we go make some fun instead Draco?" he added with a slight smile. "Like what?" Harry nodded his head towards some second years, who stood nearby, chatting and smiling. Draco who had followed his nod with his eyes, turned his head back at Harry and smiled viscously. "Now that's a brilliant idea, Potter" Draco was about to stand up, as Harry grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down again. He shook his head. "No no Draco. That would be too obvious. Let's try it my way instead"
"you're way?" "Yes my way." he said while pulling out his wand. "I've learned this spell from the books I've read in the secret room, remember?" Harry pointed his wand at the group and mumbled a quick spell. For a short a second nothing happened. Then suddenly, a scream overwhelmed the cheerful students, it sounded like a person who had been boiled alive.
And the description couldn't fit more perfectly. The students whom Harry had pointed out five seconds earlier, now stood screaming and yelling, looking like they were boiled alive. Giant blisters appeared and their skin started to melt. The surrounding students who at first were petrified, started to panic, running around, screaming. Harry started laughing, in his eyes, it was a comic sight.
Draco watched the horrific event in silence, he was speechless. He couldn't move, he couldn't talk and he almost couldn't breath. The students kept screaming and crying. Then suddenly in the middle of all this panic, Prof. McGonagall hurried towards the students. She then stopped moving, looking at the students with horrific eyes. Then her face turned serious and she pulled out her wand, and with a single point and muttering, the pain from the students were gone. Some of them fell to the ground, crying and still screaming, others just stood silently and cried. Harry whom had stopped laughing, now leaned himself against the tree, making himself almost invisible while watching McGonagall and the others with a quiet smile. "Don't worry. Off to the hospital wing now." She told them. "Please take them there" she added while looking at Prof. Flitwick whom had appeared right after McGonagall. The students made way for the sobbing girls, and turned their attention towards McGonagall again. At first her voice was silent and shaky, with anger when she asked. "Who did this?" She looked at all the students. Neither Harry nor Draco had ever seen her so angry. "Who did this?" She asked again, this time a bit louder. No one said a thing, and several students shook their head. Harry didn't move an inch, and kept silence while hiding in the shadow of the tree. Draco, however, started to feel uncomfortable and turned around to walk away. Less than two seconds after he stopped when McGonagall raised her voice "Where are you going Mr. Malfoy?" Draco froze and Harry could see how the bit of colour that was left in his face, disappeared. "Everyone off to class. Now!" Prof. McGonagall shouted while she walked towards Draco. All the students quickly left, Harry along with them. But he didn't go any further than it was possible for him to both see and hear Draco and McGonagall, but far enough away for him not to be seen. "Mr. Malfoy do you know who did this?" McGonagall asked him. Draco looked at her, then away. He caught Harrys eyes for a second, then looked back at her. "No professor. I don't know who did this." he said. McGonagall looked over her glasses. "Are you sure?" she said. "Absolutely, professor." Draco said.
She looked him straight in the eyes. Harry did admire Draco for his courage, usually when McGonagall looked at someone like that, they would crumble into bits. "Off you go then." Draco spun around and hurried away. McGonagall didn't move, and watched him walk away. Harry quickly ran towards Draco, and caught him shortly after. "Well done Draco." he said. But Draco only returned his praising with a sad smile. "What's wrong?" Harry asked him. "Nothing.. it's just" " just what?" Harry started to get a bit angry. Draco shook his head. "Nothing.. it was a cool trick, I have never heard of it before." he added while regaining his former self. Harry smile. "yes wasn't it just fantastic?" he said. "As I said, I found it in one of Dumbledores old notes,"
The rumour of Malfoy being the attacker spread as a step fire across Hogwarts. Most students were dead scared of him and others tried to threatened him. But Harry took good care of his friend, and made each time sure that no one got away with saying one evil word about Draco. They were never caught, and the attacks on students grew every day.