[HP] Liar

one,

In the summer vacation of the third grade, my mother died of a serious illness.

My mother’s body was not healthy when I was young. Over the years, although my father has been trying his best to find a reputable therapist to treat my mother’s body, she still left forever when I was 14 years old. us.

After my mother died, my father seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

Unlike most people, my father had a special identity in the wizarding war that ended more than ten years ago.A special identity that is not very glorious-he is a former Death Eater.

Although the flashback spell of the Ministry of Magic showed that he did not really kill people with black magic, and he was not yet 17 when he joined the Death Eaters, so in the end the Ministry of Magic did not allow him to accept the prison sentence of Azkaban.My mother happened to be with my father at a time when he was being ostracized by the world.

Even though she, like my father, came from a pure-blood family, one of the 28 sacred races, my mother never did anything to presume non-pure-blood wizards.After the war, when my younger brother's father fell into depression several times, she was always by my father's side and never left him.

So in their year, they got married naturally.

two,

"...Malfoy?" After returning to school, I went straight back to Slytherin's dormitory after enjoying the sumptuous dinner of the opening ceremony as usual, and my front foot just stepped into the door of the cellar, a familiar voice Then it rang in my ear, "Are you okay?"

I turned around and saw a pair of emerald green eyes staring at me.

It was Albus Severus Potter.

It's ridiculous to say that Albus's father is the famous war hero Harry Potter, and his mother, Ginny Potter, was also born in Gryffindor, but in the year Albus entered school, The Sorting Hat hilariously sorted him into Slytherin, Gryffindor's rival house.

Even our dean, Professor Slughorn, couldn't help teasing him: Mr. Albus Potter is a double Sirius Black.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." After I fully recovered, I reluctantly bent the corners of my mouth and gave Albus an official smile, "It's just that I didn't have a good rest on the way to school. , but I'm much more sober now."

He watched me for a while with scrutiny, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"That's good."

I guessed that Albus must have learned about the misfortune in my family from the newspapers, so he wanted to beat around the bush to comfort me.But in fact, my mother's death did not bring me too much grief.For many years, my mother's illness has always been a knot in the hearts of everyone in our family, and no matter how much my mother followed the therapist's instructions to cultivate and take medicine, her condition has never improved in the slightest.

Sometimes, I even think viciously that maybe what my mother really wants is not to live like this.

What she longed for was relief.

three,

As the only son of a former Death Eater, I only had one friend in my first year at Hogwarts, and that was Albus Severus Potter.

Also having a controversial identity, and also being the focus of people's attention, Albus seemed to understand what I knew and thought better than others from the beginning.We are confidants who can detect each other's thoughts with just one look, and also "comrades" who encourage each other to make progress.

And the second friend I made at Hogwarts was Claire McMillan.A Hufflepuff.

And the only Hufflepuff.

According to common sense, a pure-blood Slytherin should not have the slightest intersection with a half-blood Hufflepuff, so to this day, Claire and I still firmly believe that the encounter between the two of us It must be God's preordained arrangement.

When I was in the second grade, I accidentally ran into a wounded snow pigeon in the Astronomy Tower.It happened to be pouring rain that day, and I had just finished my Quidditch training and ran to the Astronomy Tower with my huge broomstick in my arms to breathe, but I didn't expect that there was another person besides me in this place.And the bloody snow pigeon happened to be lying quietly in that person's white and tender palm.

"It's injured and I'm trying to figure out how to save it."

The girl who uttered these words had a pair of pure blue eyes, her hair was a hazel brown with a reddish glow, and she was wearing a Hufflepuff school robe.

I was taken aback for a moment, wondering whether I should answer her words, but I didn't expect that before I could speak, she would take the initiative to come to my side with the injured snow pigeon, and said to me: "I know you. You, you are Scopes Malfoy of Slytherin. Son of Draco Malfoy."

"who are you?"

"Claire McMillan of Hufflepuff, my father works in the Auror Department of the Ministry of Magic," she replied. "You can just call me Claire, but can I call you Scorpius?"

This kind of overly intimate title is not suitable for me. Only my parents around me have ever called me this way, I thought to myself.However, I didn't seem to be disgusted by her approach, so I finally chose to look at her and nodded.

That afternoon, Miss MacMillan of Hufflepuff and I shared a secret - the little snow pigeon she named 'Vincent'.We made a promise to each other - until the snow pigeon's body fully recovered, we will raise and take care of it together.The third person who knew about it was Albus Potter.

four,

Since then, Claire and I have dated, hugged, and kissed almost as a matter of course.Or to put it in a more accessible way, we talked about love.

Claire told me a lot about her parents.Her father, Ernie MacMillan, was a member of the Ministry of Magic and was said to be a high-flying candidate in the next ministerial election; her mother, Mrs. McMillan, was a Muggle-born wizard.

I'm not surprised that Mr. McMillan married a hemp-born wizard. After all, the McMillan family had firmly sided with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix as early as the last wizarding war.

"My father said that he spent a lot of time chasing after my mother. He pursued her for many years." When Claire said this, she couldn't help giggling, "They are After the war, my mother said that she was like a poor dog in the water, only my father stood firmly by her side and supported her at that time."

Hearing this, I subconsciously reached out and stroked the broken hair on her forehead, while her head was lying firmly in my arms.

"It was the same with my parents," I said. "After the war, only my mother chose to trust my father."

"If Dad knew that I was in a relationship with you, he would be so angry that he would kill me directly." Clare suddenly touched his nose uneasily at this moment, and his blue eyes suddenly revealed a sad mood , "He doesn't seem to like Slytherin very much, especially Malfoy."

I shrugged helplessly, smiled bitterly and said to her: "This result is not unexpected."

For a long time after the war, any family that had entanglements with Death Eaters was like a street rat, not to mention that my father had been a real Death Eater in the past.He made a mistake when he was young, so he naturally has to bear the consequences of this mistake.And the various discriminations that our family suffers today are, in a sense, a continuation of this 'consequence'.

"But it doesn't matter, because I will never despise you." Just as I was lost in thought, Claire suddenly sat up in my arms, then cupped my cheeks with both hands, and kissed me gently She frowned, "If my parents don't agree with us being together after I graduate, I'll just run away with you."

Fives,

I joined Gringotts after graduation as a spellbreaker.And Claire became a member of the Ministry of Magic just like his father. The difference is that the department she works in happens to be the Department of International Magical Cooperation to which my father belongs.

Returning home this time, I am determined to show my cards to my father.

I knew my father was a staunch blood purist when I was young, as were my grandparents.I'm still not sure if he would accept me marrying a half-breed witch, although I think most of them have changed their views somewhat over the years.

When my father sat at the dining table and listened to me explain the whole ins and outs of the matter without saying a word, the imaginary rage or scolding did not come as expected.

"Really?" He asked so lightly, his silver-gray eyes glanced out of the window, his expression looked a little tired, "The daughter of the McMillan family, what kind of girl is she?"

I thought about it, and then I answered bravely: "Innocence and kindness, but sometimes it can appear too naive."

Unexpectedly, my father asked me in the next sentence: "Do you have a photo?"

Then I suddenly remembered that there was a photo of me and Claire at the graduation ceremony in my schoolbag, and it was also the only photo of the two of us in these years.Seeing that my father's attitude had changed a little, I quickly took out the thin photo from my schoolbag, and solemnly handed it to my father with both hands.

After my father took the photo, he just stared at it quietly for a long time, finally sighed and asked me: "Do you really like her, Scorpius?"

I didn't expect him to ask me like that, and he answered with a flick of his head: "I love her." He still used a decisive tone, but when I came back to my senses, it was obviously too late.

I don't know if it was my illusion. At that moment, I seemed to see remorse on my father's face, but soon this emotion was fleeting.He looked at me deeply, opened his mouth, seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded at me gently.

The hall in the Malfoy Manor villa fell into a strange dead silence like this, and everything around it suddenly became audible.

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