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Harry Potter × Malfoid | The Yule Ball | AI-Anime Fanmade

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@AzratemES you are damn right amigo

[nachos2d @NACHOS2D_]

Malfoid finally found the courage to tell Potter how she feels. ❤️ #malfoid

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Anime fight scene test made with AI

Im honestly not a big fan of this one a lot of things I don’t like, but I spend so much time trying to make it work that I had to post it

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Malfoy's butterbeer2
#malfoid

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Harry Potter What If - Malfoy

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The characters and original story belong to @jk_rowling; this is simply a work made by fans for fans.

#HarryPotter #Malfoy #Malfoid #DraconiaMalfoy #Anime #PleaseJKRowling #PleaseHBO

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Malfoy's butterbeer
#malfoid

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Dear Potter-" Draconia crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside.

"Potter, I hope you have a terrible summer." She crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside again.

"Potter, I hope you have a very terrible summer. Don't even think of showing your face at Hogwarts this year. You, Weasley, and your mudblooded pet are NOT welcome on the grounds. If you show your miserable faces around me, or anyone in Slytherin, we'll hex you so hard you'll wish you'd never been born. Sincerely, Draconia Malfoid."

Smiling to herself, she folded the paper neatly, sprayed it with her perfume, and sealed it in an envelope with the Malfoid family seal. She stood up from her desk, stretched, and set off in search of Dobby. It had only been a week since she left Hogwarts for the summer, and she was bored out of her mind just sitting around the Malfoid family manor. Her father was always working, her mother was away on family business, and Dobby was just a drag to be around. Where was he, anyway?

"Father, have you seen Dobby? I wish to mail this."
Her father looked up from his own stack of letters.
"Give it here, I'll include it with my own mail. Who are you writing to, if I may ask?"
"Harry Potter. I'm telling him to have a terrible summer and not to bother coming to school this year." she said, proudly.
Her father stared at her like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.
"No need to bother yourself with that, Draconia. If all goes well, Mr. Potter will be the least of your concerns after this year."
Her heart dropped.
"W-what do you mean by that, father?" Draconia blurted out, surprised at how loudly she said it.
"You needn't worry yourself. I'm taking care of it. That's all you need to know."
"W-well what if you get caught? Or Dumbledore finds out? We wouldn't want to be too hasty..."
"Enough, Draconia. My decision is final."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead bit her tongue and stormed out of the room. What was he even planning? Was he going to hurt Harry? Surely her father wouldn't do something so rash. Not without consulting her. Besides, Dumbledore would stop him. Wouldn't he? She sped up the stairs, clipping her shoulder on the corner and nearly knocking over a vase, then slammed her bedroom door behind her. She ripped a paper from her notebook, snatched her quill, and began furiously writing again.

"Dear Potter, do NOT show your face at Hogwarts, you worthless waste of wizard's blood. If I see you..."

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Crabbe, Goyle, where have you two been? Pigging out at the great hall all this time?"
Her two friends looked surprised to see her, probably because they had, in fact, been pigging out in the great hall. They nodded, guiltily. Disgraceful.
"Why are you wearing glasses?" Draconia asked.
"Uh... reading." said Gregoria Goyle.
"I didn't know you could read."
Gregoria hastily nodded, removing her round glasses. Just like the ones Potter wore. Draconia's eye twitched. Ever since her duel against Potter in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the intrusive thoughts about him started creeping back. She made a mental note to bring this up to Snape again.

Percy Weasley cleared his throat, and Draconia turned. She hadn't even noticed him standing there.
"And what are you doing here, Weasley?"
"Mind your attitude, Malfoid." he spat.
Draconia simply smirked, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked away. Crabbe and Goyle followed her dutifully.

The password to the Slytherin common room was "Pure-blood", and she whispered it so the Weasley prefect couldn't hear her. The door opened, and she led Crabbe and Goyle inside. The two looked around the room with a dumb look on their face. Not that it was particularly out of the ordinary; they always had a dumb look on their face. They just stood there, like first-years.
Draconia rolled her eyes. "Well, sit down."
The two obeyed her. They always obeyed her.
Draconia fell back into the black leather sofa, and rested her feet on the arm.
"You'd never know the Weasleys were pureblood, they way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them." Draconia usually said these things with a certain flippancy, but this time she was angry, thinking of Ginny Weasley in particular. She hated Ginny the most.

Veronica Crabbe glared at her.
"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"
"Stomachache." Gross. They really were pigging out in the great hall. They're getting fat.
"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all of these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."
"You're wrong!" shouted Goyle.
"What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?", Draconia stood, her blood starting to run hot, "Well? Do you?"
"Harry Potter?"
Draconia's eye twitched again. Harry Potter. She had hardly spoken to him at all this year. He seemed to avoid her most days. Probably for the best, after the nonsense from last year.
"...Good one Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people actually think HE'S the heir of Slytherin?" Draconia started giggling, "Did I ever tell you about this time I caught him staring at himself in a mirror?"
Goyle rolled her eyes, "But then you must have some idea who's behind it all?"
"You know I don't Goyle. I told you yesterday-"
"Are you girls talking about Harry Potter?" squealed a first year behind them.

Gross. Ever since Potter talked to that snake in parseltongue all the Slytherin girls had been fawning after him.
"Actually I think Ron Weasley is much more handsome than Harry is." Crabbe spoke loudly, "Ron is probably the most handsome man in Gryffindor, I'd wager."
Draconia had enough of this stupidity.
"Come Crabbe, Goyle. Let's take this conversation somewhere more private, in the dorm."
"I-I don't know Mal- I mean Draconia, I think we should stay here." Sputtered Crabbe.
"I agree-" started Goyle.
"Just come on." Draconia rolled her eyes, dragging the two up the stairs.
Her bedroom was beautifully decorated, and well organized, just like she was. Silver jewelry littered her side table, each piece probably worth six months of wages to any ordinary wizard. The room smelled sweet, like spun sugar, from her large collection of hair products and perfumes. She kicked off her shoes, slid off her socks, and sat on her bed, waiting for the two to say something. Crabbe and Goyle seemed even more uncomfortable than before. Must be some stomachache.
"So Draconia... about those attacks." Started Goyle.
"Just a second girls, it's almost time for bed. I'm going to change into my nightgown." Draconia replied, starting to unbutton her shirt.
The two immediately looked away. What was wrong with them?
"Actually we need to-"
"We should get going-"
They were acting so strange. Before Draconia could say anything, they were both rushing out of her room.

From down the stairs, she heard Goyle call her name.
"Draconia?"
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to tell you, I think you're beautiful." Goyle said, in a voice that seemed abnormally low.
"...Thanks." Draconia replied. What an odd thing to say.

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Affectus remotio" Draconia whispered, gritting her teeth and clenching her wand. Waiting, desperately, for something to happen, for something to change. The stack of books around her growing taller by the hour, with titles such as "Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed", and "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions". She had been at it for hours, late into the night, casting counter-curse after counter-curse on herself. Feeling nothing change but her level of anguish.
She hadn't showered or left the library in two days. Her hair was greasy, and the bags under her eyes were heavy. "Stupid Snape. Stupid potions. Stupid magic. Stupid Potter!" Draconia shouted, knocking over one of her stacks of dusty tomes.
"Shh." Instructed a passing ghost, much to her irritation.
"Stupid ghost." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She looked a mess, and smelled even worse. Luckily it was several hours past midnight, and the library was completely empty. She had special permission to be out of bed this late of course, from Snape. "Good luck with your research Miss Malfoid, however, I don't suspect you will find the answers you seek in the library." What did he mean by that? Something about the way he said it bothered her. What does it mean? She looked down at her notes, full of hastily scratched spells and their counter curses, references to books that referenced other books, old anecdotes, and rumors of love hexes.
She pulled her hair again, and slammed her fist on the table. If Snape knew what was wrong with her, why wouldn't he tell her? Is this a test of some sort?
As she thought, she absent-mindedly sketched a lightning bolt in her notes.
Suddenly, she knew. Of course. It was unthinkable, but it was the only explanation. Potter used the imperius curse on her. One of the three unforgivable curses, used to control people like a puppet. Probably when she was sleeping, he snuck in and cast it on her, with a subtle enough command that it would go unnoticed. Of course! A spell that dark and that powerful wouldn't be released by simple counter-curses found in the student library.
Draconia was more relieved than angry. Finally, an explanation. Now she just needed to find Potter, get him to release the curse, and tell her father. Finally, something to get that half-blooded creep expelled.
She took out her silver hairbrush, ran it through her platinum hair, and sighed, ready to return to her dorm and get some much needed sleep.
After returning the books to their proper home, she exited the library quietly, smiling to herself. "I'm probably the first witch in history to be relieved to discover she's under the control of the imperius curse", she mused. The castle was unnerving at night, but it was never quiet. The soft roar of the torches in the corridor, the sleepless ghosts floating around, the soft snoring of the living paintings. Though she was apprehensive, at least she wasn't alone.
Alone. The word echoed in her head.
She heard footsteps around the corner in front of her. They were hurried, but light. Someone trying not to be caught. Before she could think, Draconia dove into an alcove nearby, hiding next to a suit of armor who turned to look at her, seemingly confused. She held up a finger to her mouth to quiet the armor, to which it simply shrugged and returned to it's resting position.
Draconia peeped around the corner and saw a Gryffindor robe and untidy black hair speed by. Harry?! What in Merlin's beard is he doing here?
Is he... looking for her? He must be. She gritted her teeth in anger. That creep is up to no good. Probably sneaking around looking for more ways to torment her. Though she was exhausted beyond measure, and yearned for her bed, she decided to follow him.
Harry was going somewhere she had never been before, ducking through hallways and secret doorways. Behind paintings and through dark corridors. Never once did he turn and notice her. How did this oblivious fool manage to cast such a high-level dark curse on her?
Finally, after squeezing into a dark and dusty room, Harry stopped. Draconia ducked down, peeking around a dusty sheet hanging over an abandoned globe to look at him from behind.
He was just standing there, staring at himself in a mirror. What? She continued watching him for minutes, waiting for him to do something, but he just... stood there. Staring at himself.
Draconia couldn't hold it in anymore, and she started laughing.
Harry whipped his head around, wand in hand.
"Malfoid?! What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
"Honestly Potter, sneaking off to stare at yourself in the mirror? Such vanity!"
"I wasn't... that's not..." Harry stammered, looking away from her shyly.
"That's pathetic, even for you." Draconia giggled, her hair falling forward as she clutched her stomach.
"It's no ordinary mirror, Malfoid," Harry shot back, "It... well... come take a look."
"Sure", she laughed, approaching him. "And what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?"
"What do you mean? Just look in the mirror."
"I am, I don't see anything unusual."
"It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desire. It's called the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore told me about it." Harry said, his face turning red.
"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"A love potion." Snape repeated flatly.
"I didn't say the word love," replied back Draconia, "But yes, something of that nature."
Snape sighed, but continued writing, not bothering to look up at her.
"What symptoms are you experiencing?"
"A quickening heart rate. Shakiness around the... suspect. Unusual emotional responses in the presence of the suspect. Intrusive thoughts of the suspect. Romantic ideation." Draconia's face blushed as she said the words aloud.
"And who might the 'suspect' be?"
"I don't see how that's relevan-"
"Miss Malfoid, this is a very serious accusation. It is my responsibility as a professor to inquire fully. Who is it?" Snape finally set his papers aside, looking up at her from his desk.
Draconia twiddled her wand in her fingertips, refusing to even look in his direction.
"...Potter.", she said, pushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear.
"Potter." Snape repeated.
"T-that's what I said, isn't it?"
"Potter can hardly brew a sleeping draught much less a-"
"Then Granger brewed it! Or he stole it! I don't know! Can you just test me? Or something?"
Snape stood up, seemingly annoyed by the whole ordeal. He turned, reaching into his cabinet of restricted potions, rustling through them, looking for something.
"And why, pray tell, would Potter do this to you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't considered that. Why would he? Unless he... She shook her head, as if the thought could be shaken out of her.
"To humiliate me, obviously. I bet he's having a grand laugh right now at my expense. Stupid Potter." She clenched her fists, indignant.
Snape turned and produced a small potion of silver liquid.
"Drink this. It will cure you of whatever may, or may not be ailing you."
She swiped it from him and held it up to her lips, but paused. Why did she pause? Drinking this would cure her of the love potion, it would make these inconvenient feelings go away. So then why isn't she drinking it? She clenched her fists, and chugged the potion before she could second guess herself again. She stood there, eyes closed and cheeks pink, waiting for something to change.
"How long until it starts to wor-"
"Instantly."
She stood there for several more seconds, holding her breath, until Harry appeared in her mind again, and her pulse quickened.
Her eye twitched, "Well clearly this has been a huge waste of time."
"Obviously." Snape said flatly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

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@wngfi370659057 大大，怎么P站和Discord群一下子都消失了？

[Skscartoon @skscartoon]

If the Lindsay Clancy case has a silver lining, it is that it has exposed the modern left as an absolute death cult.

[战斗室 @7warroom]

五十年前，天主教大主教富尔顿·申恩（Fulton Sheen）在电视镜头前，指出了一个正在腐蚀社会的怪现象。

他给它定了个名字：虚假的同情。

什么叫虚假同情？
不去怜悯被抢劫的人，反而同情劫匪；
不去安慰受害者的家属，反而体谅凶手；
不去保护被侵犯的女性，反而替强奸犯开脱；
不去拉一把被毒品毁掉的女孩，反而心疼出身名门的瘾君子阔少。

申恩大主教当时就点破了推手的成分：法庭上滥施宽大的法官、无病呻吟的文人、泛滥同情心的社会工作者。
他们把怜悯源源��断倾泻给割喉暴徒和街头混混，最后反倒是本分正派的普通人被彻底排挤。

这套道德颠倒最早是从文学作品里包装出来的。
小说家们先是把游手好闲美化为“性情随和”，接着把各种堕落之徒洗白成“好人”：坏事做尽、偷窃成性，转头还能自称骨子里很纯良。
当虚妄的宽大一路向罪犯倾斜，结果就是犯罪率狂飙，治安彻底失控。

半个世纪前的这记警钟，精准击中了如今司法与文化道德错位的根源。
当社会的慈悲全都给了罪犯，守法就成了最大的代价。

[Molly Pitcher @AmericanMama]

Accurate depiction of a Lindsay Clancy supporter.

[紫苑 @_mAKE_mE_mAD_]

何度も言うけどどっちが軍国主義なんだよ

[Le Crapaud @Le_Crapaud47]

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