HP's Impassable Time

"Beautiful as you, but not a good boy." Voldemort nodded his wand, but did not cast any magic.

"Oh!" I said before that Lily can control her curiosity, so when Lily realized that Voldemort's attitude was not as light as he showed, she asked.

Voldemort didn't wonder why Lily didn't ask himself about the other Lily, he didn't continue talking, but leaned back into the soft dragon leather sofa, this kind of dragon skin is a rare fordosaurus in southern Africa The skin of the wing part of the dragon is born with wind magic, making the person sitting on it as comfortable as sitting in the wind, but this kind of dragon flies very fast, and its teeth and claws are highly poisonous, making it difficult to catch.

"Master, Kreacher wants to see you."

An elf came in holding hands, as if worried that he had interrupted Narcissa's meditations.

"I'll deal with it." Narcissa stood up and said to Voldemort.

Lily was puzzled when she heard Kreacher's name. As far as she knew, Kreacher didn't seem to be allowed out of that house, so her expression changed a little. Although Lily felt that she was in good control, she was still noticed by Voldemort. He pressed his hand to Narcissa.

"Let him in."

Knowing that Voldemort wanted to see Kreacher here, Narcissa nodded at the elf.

Soon, the old elf that Lily was familiar with entered the hall after the elf who had just reported the news, and Lily felt that it looked even thinner.

Kreacher obviously also saw Lily, but its eyes were more focused on Narcissa, and Lily saw its eyes were wet, as if it was about to cry.

"Oh, Master Narcissa, Kreacher misses you very much."

It bent its back even deeper and bowed to Narcissa, its head nearly touching the ground.

"Get up, Kreacher, why are you here?" Narcissa said softly, she hadn't seen Kreacher since the death of Uncle Orion (Siris' father).

"Kreacher was ordered by the traitor's master to leave there. Kreacher missed Master Narcissa, so Kreacher came, but Kreacher will eventually go back, to that dirty traitor."

Klee's problem of shredding his thoughts hasn't improved at all, even when he answered Narcissa's question, he still didn't stop talking about it.

Narcissa knew that the traitor Kreacher was talking about was her cousin Sirius Black. She didn't know if the Dark Lord sitting on the side would express this. She was worried that Kreacher would tell her anything about Sirius. , maybe that would put Sirius in a dangerous situation, anyway, Sirius is her cousin.

Kerry's nagging quickly dispelled Narcissa's worries.

"Kreacher can't tell Narcissa where he is, that's forbidden, and Kreacher is not allowed to come here, but Kreacher still found a chance."

Kreacher saw Lily and Voldemort sitting on the side. Obviously, Voldemort didn't remember that the old elf was ordered to drink alcohol by himself, and was dragged into the water by the Infernal Corpse. He didn't think the elf would still be alive.

He saluted Lily and Voldemort. Lily didn't pay too much attention to it. More attention means more possibility of leaks. She can't let Voldemort know what Snape is doing now, and she can't let He knew that he was too involved with the Order of the Phoenix and other people, and the less he was entangled, the less danger he and others faced.

Although she subconsciously felt that Voldemort would not harm her, Snape's warning before coming was still ringing in her ears.

Kreacher didn't stay here for a long time, he answered all of Narcissa's questions seriously, as if this would make him happier, but most of the questions were not within the allowed range, so he hit his head on the ground desperately, Lily noticed his forehead was swollen as he walked.

Voldemort thought about it after hearing Kreacher's words.

The elf took Kreacher away and then returned, "Master, the dinner is ready."

Narcissa took the lead and stood up, followed by Draco, Lily touched Nagini's big head and also stood up.

During the meal, Voldemort didn't speak, and no one else dared to speak, not even a sound, the silence was suffocating, Draco sat next to Lily while eating, and Nagini left before the meal. Know where to go.

After dinner, Voldemort took Lucius to the study, as if he had told him something, because not long after, he came down and whispered a few words to Narcissa before hurriedly leaving Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort still didn't come out of the study, and Narcissa went upstairs after talking with Lucius, and only Lily and Draco were left downstairs.

Draco's hands clenched into fists and then loosened, and it was the worst time Lily and Draco had ever been together, as if sitting across from her was not the real Draco but someone else.

The two were quiet for a while and Draco suddenly said, "I don't think you had much dinner." He pushed the chocolate frog on the coffee table towards Lily.

Lily was a little awkward and didn't reach for it.

"I'm sorry." Draco suddenly apologized with his head lowered slightly.

Because it was winter, the fire in the fireplace didn't stop burning, making the huge living room warm, snowflakes were floating outside the window, and the trees in the manor were brightly illuminated by various colored lights, making it look extremely lively.

Lily didn't know why Draco was apologizing, and looked at the top of Draco's head suspiciously, forgiving that she couldn't see Draco's face hidden under the platinum blonde hair.

Draco hadn't heard Lily's answer for a long time, and he laughed at himself sadly. Sure enough, his so-called liking was just like this.When Voldemort asked Lily, I didn't have the courage to rush forward. When Voldemort said that he was digging my bones, I didn't even dare to look up at Lily. I was afraid of seeing Lily's eyes asking for help, afraid of seeing Lily's helpless appearance. , afraid that Lily would see her cowardly self.

So when Pansy screamed, I was lucky at the first time. I was glad that she was not the one who was injured. Maybe Potter had a good saying. Fighting, and even breathing a sigh of relief in my heart.

Fortunately not her, fortunately not him. (The second he refers to Draco himself)

He had seen the scene where the big snake devoured people, those people were cursed with death, and then became the nourishment of the big snake, and Draco even suspected that it might not have eaten other meat except people.

When he heard that Voldemort asked Lily to stay, he felt very complicated. If he had been in the past, he would have been absolutely ecstatic, and would have actively asked Lily to stay for a few more days. However, is Malfoy Manor really Malfoy Manor now?

Maybe not anymore.

The few guys who once regarded Malfoy's guest as an honor can't wait to escape here, leaving this place that once marked honor as soon as Voldemort allowed them to leave.

The glory of the past.

Draco's eyes flushed.

Then a pair of feet appeared in front of him, wearing cute rabbit slippers. The rabbit's eyes were made of rubies. He knew these shoes very well, because the gems were chosen by him. A red color goes best with Lily.

Lily squatted down, trying to see Draco's face clearly, and then she noticed that the redness around Draco's eyes was in stark contrast to his slightly pale face.

Lily felt a little stuffy and uncomfortable, "Why do you have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."

At this moment, Draco really hoped that he was still as stupid and ignorant as before, that he never had those teachings, and that he was still the ignorant boy who advocated being strong. Maybe that way, Lily wouldn't see him as weak.

"You're good enough, Slytherins are never weak." Lily rested her forehead on Draco's, as if doing so would give him strength.

Voldemort, who came down from upstairs, heard Lily's words.

Slytherins are never weak, and that's because their beliefs and goals are not destroyed, as long as it exists, Slytherins will keep going, no matter what happens in it, until they die.

Voldemort was caught in a distant memory, when he was a child, and although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a child when he first encountered the wizarding world.

The first grade may be difficult, but his ambition is enough to support him to go on. Whether it is because of the ridicule caused by his clothes, or the contempt caused by his discomfort at the beginning, these will not become obstacles on his way, because he has a worthwhile The reason I am fighting for, this reason keeps urging me to move forward.

But sometimes he wished that he never promised Dumbledore to go to Hogwarts; he never yearned for magic; he never left Wall Orphanage, so that his faith would still be by his side and accompany him until death .

Whenever this time, I miss her very much, recalling every bit of getting along with her, recalling her every frown and smile, recalling the sadness and joy of the two of them.

Draco leaned against Lily's forehead, where crimson and platinum strands of hair intertwined between their foreheads.

His eyes were still red, staring at Lily's rabbit slippers, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if drawing strength from his forehead.

Lily turned her head as if feeling something, and saw Voldemort standing on the steps looking at her, there was some emptiness in his scarlet eyes.

Draco felt Lily's departure, raised his head with red eyes, and saw Lily stand up slowly from a half-squatting position, looking backward, following Lily's gaze, Draco also noticed the Dark Lord Standing on the steps, still wearing the same black clothes, holding a wand in his hand, he just stood there as if to interpret something elegant and powerful.

But Draco wouldn't ignore the real madness and cruelty inside him.

Voldemort hadn't recovered when Lily looked over, but he recovered the moment Draco looked at him. He was a little displeased with his ability to control his emotions.

"You should go to rest."

After dropping these words, Voldemort turned and went back upstairs to his room.

Draco stood up just now, "I'll take you to the room."

Lily nodded, and followed Draco to the room on the second floor. Next door was Draco's room. The room was decorated by Draco a long time ago. The color of the decoration is not bright. The place is very spacious. The four-poster bed was huge and looked particularly soft, and there was a large plate of chocolates on the chest of drawers facing the bed, and the curtains were green with silver intricate patterns, and Draco remembered that Lily mentioned that she liked this intricate pattern. Decorative patterns, the entire room is decorated in a Gothic style.

"I'm right next door to you, just come to me if you have anything to do." Draco actually wanted to hug Lily, tell her that he would protect her, and tell her that he liked her, but judging from his performance today, if It's a joke to really say it.

"I love it, thank you, Draco."

Draco walked out of Lily's room and closed the door. Instead of going back to the room, he went back to the hall. Standing in the middle of the hall, Draco looked up at the mistletoe and holly sheds. He didn't know that he heard Voldemort call Lily in the morning What did I expect when I came here? I must have the elf decorate the entire shed with this evergreen plant with small white fruits.

Looking at the dazzling green and the white star dots hidden in it, Draco smiled self-deprecatingly, and waved his wand "invisible and invisible"

The canopy once again reveals its original appearance.

If you connect those hidden white star dots when the mistletoe and holly are still there, you will find a name hidden in it——Lily Morin.