HP monster

Squatting bored in the garden of Malfoy's house and pulling weeds, I heard the little nobleman who was full of energy in the morning and kept chirping in my ears to protest. He always insisted on deterring me where the big Malfoy couldn't see: " I don't care whether you are pestering my dad to come here, or my dad brought you here, leave me before tomorrow! Do you hear me? How could someone like you step into the courtyard of the Malfoy family!"

"Okay, okay..." I said weakly like an old man, "It would be best if you are willing to help me, I don't have to stay at your house, wish me an early escape from Malfoy Garden..."

"Hey, what do you mean?! What's wrong with my family!" This obviously touched the scales of the little noble...

I hurried to save him, "No, no, I'm on the job. The poor suddenly come into the mansion and feel uncomfortable. Let me go home and I'll feel better."

The little noble put his chin to the top of my head and fell silent.

"To be honest, aren't you tired from standing? It's already morning, why don't you sit down for a while." I patted the stone steps beside me, tempting the little nobleman - he has secretly changed his feet several times, don't think I do not see it.

"Such an unnoble thing!" He exclaimed with rounded eyes.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited..." I realized that I was done, and I was becoming more and more like an old man, who would hesitate to speak whenever he spoke, and what's more ingenious is that he couldn't get over it, "You Dad is not here, and there is no one else here, wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to sit and talk to me."

"Then why don't you come in and sit down?" the little nobleman turned his face and hummed.

"Didn't you kick me out last night?" I spread my hands at him, and the little nobleman died instantly.

"Okay..." the little noble said reluctantly, "Okay, I'll just sit down for a while, you begged me to sit down."

He came over slowly, spent most of the day cleaning the stone steps, and then was yelled at by the nobleman when his ass was just touched: "Draco!! Stand up! What do you think you are doing?! "

"Father, it's not me!!" The little noble quickly stood up in fright, and still gave me a glare.I spread my hands at him again, shaking the dog's tail in boredom, without even looking at Big Malfoy.

——I really don’t want to pay attention to him, even though he trapped me in his house in the name of kidnapping, he still served me delicious food and drinks, thoughtful service, soft and comfortable bed at night, that is, I was taken care of by his son during the day can't go inside the house...

but!

No amount of benefits can erase the fact that he kidnapped me.

It's been so long since I haven't contacted Harry, I don't know how worried he is.

Damn nobles won't even let me send an owl...

A pair of well-polished shoes suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, as well as a cane that fit Malfoy's aesthetics and was in fact extremely flamboyant—it's cane was much more flashy than a normal person's!

"Follow me." Big Malfoy said.

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More than once, I scolded myself in my heart for not being able to take a stand. Since I am ready to ignore the nobles, I should stick to it. To fight the revolution, there must be some sacrifices...

How could the moment the great noble opened his mouth, he followed without even resisting...

It's a matter of course.

Walk into the hall, walk through the aisle, open a small door, and walk down the stairs. There are 22 steps in total. After passing through a dark corridor lit only by candlelight, the nobleman stopped in front of a door and said respectfully: "Owner."

After waiting for a long time, there was a voice that was more ethereal than this environment. It was strange and had a hint of hoarseness, but it made people feel that it would disappear in the air at any time.

He seemed to be struggling to even utter a single word.

But I believe in my sense of hearing, that voice is indeed calling for something, the indistinct voice, shouting over and over again: "Come here... Come here... Let me see you..."

Lucius straightened up, looked at me indistinctly, and said solemnly, "Master, please come in."

……

The world inside the door is darker than I imagined, and I can't see my fingers. It seems to be dyed with ink, and the usual mystery is covered under the thick density.

These are all scenes that have been rendered in stories that I have read. Generally speaking, very important secrets are hidden in such an environment, waiting for someone to reveal it.

Only this time, I am the protagonist.

"It was the son of Abrasacks who found you." He broke the silence and struggled to say this, but it took a long time to catch his breath-anyone could see that he was extremely fragile now, I guess, an incisor race A big stick could kill him too.

I know who he is.

When Lucius Malfoy called out his master, when he was imprisoned here in disguise by a nobleman, when he saw the nobleman in front of his mother's tombstone, and even when he saw Tom Riddle's photo frame...

I'm just trying to deceive myself for a while longer, I want to pretend I don't know, I want to pretend that I'm just a little monster like dust, I want to pretend that I and Harry can be together forever .

...without any grievances.

But these pretense didn't make me any more afraid of him at this point.

Maybe it's because his image is a bit ugly every time he appears in front of me.

"He probably hasn't had time to tell you who I am..." He panted heavily, as if he wanted to finish these sentences quickly.

I said, "Voldemort."

The voice froze for a while, then giggled, accompanied by a violent cough, "Smart boy, I thought you would urgently call me dad."

"You don't care about this." I said this, feeling uncomfortable, as if I lost something I had been chasing for a long time with the words, "You knew who I was when you took the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell thought I was him Son, panicked, only your heart is like a mirror, and you knocked me out just because you didn't care."

He laughed like an old saw pulling on a block of iron.

"Get out." Probably because he was too emotional, his voice became broken again, "Don't go back to school, the son of Abraxas will take good care of you."

"Why!" I almost blurted out, just a few days is enough, I don't need to leave Harry for so long, I can't leave him, it's like a drug, from the moment I get it, I won't Incapable of leaving him!

"You just have to listen."

With his broken voice now, he released a coldness that I had never imagined.

The coldness made me want to tremble unconsciously in the dark.

... I was too careless.

Because the impression of Voldemort who was incompetent, could only growl, and looked ferocious but could do nothing was always in his mind, so he forgot how glorious he was once.

He is the Demon King whom people still dare not call by his name directly.

...For me, it can only be the Demon Lord.

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Lucius has been waiting respectfully at the door. When I came out, he bowed, which made me very uncomfortable.

I would rather he be more rascal, with his chin raised, showing the energy he used to fight in front of Lihen Bookstore.

"Draco, he doesn't know the master is here yet."

We went back the way we came, and when we passed the corridor, he asked.

"Got it, I won't tell him."

He nodded in satisfaction and continued to lead the way.

"Is there any plan for the next step?" I asked after chasing the nobleman.

"No."

"Well, can I go back to my room and sleep first? I'm sleepy now..."

"Do you need to prepare lunch?"

...Just like this, no matter what I say or do, no matter how inconsistent with the aristocratic aristocracy of the great nobles, he will no longer give me any critical eyes.

Cute like a house elf.

... I hope that when I'm thinking about this, the nobles don't use spells like mind reading on me.

"No need, I'll come down by myself during dinner." Give him a smile, seeing that he is frowning tightly, but still not being critical, I can't help being happy in my heart-it's good to look at the good things How can you usually see such a deflated nobleman? !

I walked quickly towards my room, and on the way I met the little nobleman and blew him a kiss. I quickly ran back to the room and locked the door from the inside, and then began to think about the way to escape from here.

...I need a means of transportation, and a means of communication.

And if you want to obtain any tool-making materials in this difficult environment, you must make a reliable ally—want to drive me away as soon as possible, fear that my father will be taken away, and have the greatest degree of novelty Curious...

Undoubtedly a small nobleman.

And the little noble also seemed to hear my voice, and immediately shouted at my door for me to open the door.

I rushed over to open the door, and smiled brightly at the little nobleman, "Draco, are you looking for me?"

"Who allows you to call me Draco!!" The little nobleman frowned instantly, "Why did you smile so disgustingly at me just now, did you do something to my father again?!"

I showed a embarrassed expression, "Why do you keep thinking of me like this? But me and your father... I think he seems to like me very much? Maybe we will be brothers in the future, so calling Draco is not a matter of course?"

"You are dreaming!!"

The little noble had tears in his eyes, and he ran downstairs to look for the big noble with tears in his eyes. I could hear him yelling at his father, who was extremely un-noble, from far away. He was thrown to his wife by the furious nobleman to re-educate his son's aristocratic manners.

...So this kind of silly and pretending little nobleman is the most interesting to laugh at.

I hid behind the door and laughed so hard that my tears were about to fall.

The door was opened suddenly, just in time for the great nobleman to see me with an imageless and ecstatic look, with a froze smile on my face. I wanted to adjust back to the original mature, stable and most importantly harmless mode, but obviously the great nobleman was not prepared Give me a chance.

"Young Master?" He let out two words from between his teeth in a gloomy manner, with threats in his eyes: If you dare to bully my precious son again, you will die!

I quickly shook my head, trying to tell him from the bottom of my eyes that I would never do it again.

He snorted coldly, closed the door and left in disbelief.

... I threw myself on the soft mattress and thought hard for a while, feeling that even I didn't quite believe it.

The author has something to say:

The friend of QAQ Zhuma Zhuma is going abroad, and it will be difficult to see her in the future. I have been with her all day today... and I have been blackmailed a lot for this╭(╯^╰)╮

I won’t let her know that I miss her╭(╯^╰)╮

The late chapters can finally be added, Xing Xing went to sleep, and I will edit today's chapters after I have a full sleep. “_”

Good night babies.

Ah yes, P is an S, everyone is very, very concerned about whether my son is a Parseltongue?

The initial setting is that it will not come... Cover your face, I didn't expect to see so many girls asking this in the past two days. A certain star explained it in detail in the comment that was refined. If you are interested or interested in this Girls who have doubts can go and have a look

One last confession, I love you =333=