Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

In the bathroom, Helga was holding the toilet, vomiting continuously, and tears kept falling from her eyes.

too disgusting.

Since her rebirth, Helga has never been wronged. Neither Narcissa nor Lucius will let her daughter suffer any wronged. The mouth is afraid of melting, the treasure that is afraid of falling in the palm of your hand.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, and Helga even feels a little wronged. She hopes that at this moment, someone will be by her side, even if she can't comfort others.

but……

Helga rolled up her sleeves, looking at her red arm, the ferocious Dark Mark seemed to be alive, walking on her white skin.

It's ugly.

Helga thought to herself, she lowered her sleeves to cover the mark, sighed, leaned against the cold tiles of the washbasin regardless of her image, closed her eyes, and eased the fatigue of her body.

What are those guys doing at this time?

Godric and Salazar are getting engaged, aren't they?

Salazar must be happy not to find North.

Godric was probably busy deciding on the engagement ceremony with the adults, so he wouldn't be idle easily, but it was also possible that he wouldn't be needed.

And what about Rowena?

Helga opened her eyes, and there was a trace of nostalgia in her watery eyes.

In order not to arouse suspicion, last semester, she rarely appeared around the other three people, and even deliberately avoided the other three people, hoping that everyone would forget that the four of them once broke through together and organized club activities together.

Thanks to Umbridge, she banned all societies, which made Helga's name disappear from the original society of learning and communication, so, even if there are those suspicious people who investigate, even if they know that they have been Relations with some people seem to be good, and Helga has an excuse to explain one or two.

The best excuse is that he and Godric were once rumored to be together. Since Godric is now with Salazar, even if he had been on good terms with them before, it would be a good idea to break up with them now. of reason.

The young master of the Black family empathized with the children of Dumbledore's family and abandoned himself, so he fell out with them. Isn't this a very reasonable thing?

It's just that at the scene, none of those cowards dared to question Voldemort's acceptance of him, so the prepared words were useless instead.

Helga sighed, letting her thoughts run wild.

In this case, it seems that there is no excuse to attend the engagement of Godric and Salazar. It is really rare. It is something that I have been looking forward to for a long time. It is a pity to miss the engagement ceremony. Woolen cloth.

How about... sneak a look?

Just be careful and it might be okay.

Helga thought of the gift she had prepared, and thought about sending it there anyway.

and……

Helga's right hand couldn't help but land on her left hand. She still didn't dare to touch her forearm. There was still a faint pain there. If she touched it, it would hurt even more?

She is not Godric's kind of temper that can be very bearable, Helga's tears fell down again thinking about it.

She felt that she was so squeamish, but why couldn't she be squeamish?

"It hurts..."

Helga whispered.

[I miss you all. 】

So, don't blame her for being careless, she just wants to go to the engagement dinner secretly, even if she can't appear in front of everyone, just take a sneak peek, she hopes to meet other people, at least, to draw some strength from them.

[It would be even better to get a little comfort.I want to hug Rowena, I want to complain to Godric about this Dark Lord, I want to quarrel with Salazar, who said that this Voldemort is his descendant! 】

As Helga thought about it, she felt her nose sore.

Only then could she divert her attention from her aching forearm.

That really hurts.

This place, this manor, is full of dust, even this bathroom is no exception. Helga sat on the ground, and her original white gauze skirt turned grayish yellow, but she couldn't care about it anymore.

She didn't go back with Narcissa, and she couldn't go back for the time being.

Helga gave a low cry, the name of a house-elf in the family, and called the elf out with a snap.

"Go get my luggage."

Her luggage, packed, was already on the bed.

I don't know if Narcissa is sad for her, Draco's child is probably going to cry, he must be frightened by himself.

And Lucius, waking up and knowing what happened, would probably feel sad and angry too.

Helga took a deep breath. In fact, her wand was always by her side, on the sink. She planned to heal herself, at least it would not hurt her so much now, but halfway through the spell, Hull Ga wakes up.

It can't be treated, she will be suspected by Voldemort, all she has to do is to completely win Voldemort's trust, so even if she is suffering now, she must bear it honestly.

No doubt it will be a long ordeal.

I really don't know how other people survived, even after the Dark Mark ended, it still hurts so much.

Helga didn't know that Voldemort did it on purpose, and she didn't have the energy to think about Voldemort's thoughts now.

Helga found a bedroom in this abandoned manor, but Helga didn't have the strength to clean it up, so she could only ask her elf to help, and when the bed was free, she couldn't wait to lie down on it.

Today's tossing has exhausted all her energy.

[I hope I don't have a fever every day...]

That's what Helga thought as she fell asleep.

……

Narcissa left Voldemort's manor with blank eyes. Bellatrix looked at her sister's listless look and didn't know what to say.

Back at Malfoy's house, Narcissa drove Draco to her bedroom.

Bellatrix stepped forward to comfort Narcissa hesitantly: "Don't worry about that child, she seems to be willing."

Narcissa didn't tell her sister whether this was voluntary or not. She knew in her heart whether her daughter was voluntary or not.

"Bella..." She looked at Bellatrix blankly.

Bellatrix hummed and looked at Narcissa worriedly.

"Can you help me take care of her? She is still a child, a newcomer, and she doesn't know what kind of Death Eater is. I am also worried that the Dark Lord's different treatment of her will bring some uneasiness."

Narcissa tried her best to suppress her crying, but she knew that her poor appearance might touch Bellatrix's heart even more.

"I beg you, protect her there, protect her from being hurt by others."

Looking at her sister with tears in her eyes, Bellatrix nodded silently.

Seeing Bellatrix nod in agreement, Narcissa lowered her head as if wiping her own tears.

But her lowered face became ferocious, and there was boundless hatred and killing intent in her eyes.

That was the look she didn't want Bellatrix to see.

As a mother, her bottom line was touched, which may have destined Narcissa's betrayal of the Dark Lord, since he forced the Malfoy family to sacrifice a child.