Malfoy stopped at the entrance to the Room of Requirement on the Eighth Floor. Under the cover of a Disillusionment Charm, he looked around warily. Only after making sure no one was nearby did he quickly open the door, slip inside, and close it behind him, shutting out that illusory feeling of being watched.
Over the past few days, Draco had been inexplicably restless. He constantly felt as though someone was watching him, yet no matter what he did, he could not find whoever was spying on him. Still, that feeling of being monitored refused to go away.
Even the Peeping Mirror was useless. That broken thing never stopped ringing.
Of course, it might have been all in his head. Ever since his father Lucius had been completely exposed as a Death Eater, many Hogwarts students had looked at him strangely. Some even liked to point fingers behind his back and say nasty things. But Draco did not care much about their stares or gossip, because he knew perfectly well that once the Dark Lord regained power, those irritating fools would shut their hateful mouths like frightened rabbits.
As for arguing with them, he would probably be unable to stop himself from beating them up.
Besides, for Malfoy, who carried out an important mission for the Dark Lord, drawing attention was truly inappropriate. Quietly completing the Dark Lord's task without anyone noticing was the most sensible thing he could do right now.
Skilfully making his way through the mountains of junk piled from discarded objects, Malfoy eventually stopped before a cabinet as tall as a man. He could not understand why Snape thought he had a way to repair the thing.
Had he lost his mind? Malfoy took Borgin's repair notes from his robe pocket and read them word by