HP monster

It's already the last day of the Christmas break, and I've given up any hope of going back to school, trying to remember this day, just wanting to apologize to Draco before the break is over.

In person, find an opportunity to talk to him, whatever it is.

Or just tell him that I kept his broom very well, even when I was about to fall a few times, I protected the broom first...

Squatting in the garden outside Draco's bedroom window all morning until the scorching sun, Narcissa finally left her son, she was going to see how his son's lunch was prepared, and bring some water... a good chance.

God knows that my legs are about to break while I'm waiting here, I'm covered in mud and dirt, and my pants have been scratched a few times by tree branches... If it wasn't for the hard-won opportunity, I would definitely not be in this embarrassing state Appeared in front of the little nobles.

——It is conceivable how disdainful he would be when he saw me, which gave him more reasons to expel me from Malfoy's domain.

Climbed in along the wide open window, landed safely, and patted my chest secretly thankfully. I turned around and saw Draco lying on the bed and staring at me—he couldn’t rely on his own strength until now. Strength to stand up.

The words in his stomach immediately suffocated into a puff and dissipated in the air.

I opened my mouth and said stupidly: "That... the broom is very good."

"Well, I saw it."

The voice of the little nobleman sounded very stable, he didn't deliberately learn the aria from his father before, all his sharpness was hidden by himself, like a sword not drawn out of its sheath.

He has grown up.

"It's not your fault. Don't worry about it all the time. I'm fine." I heard him talking to me in a steady voice. It makes me sad.

"Mom said she will forgive you too, as long as you don't step on the plants in my garden." Draco said with a pale face, and he felt amused after speaking, so he giggled.

Immediately, I felt a deep defeat. Fortunately, when Narcissa left the house, I still felt that the revolution was about to win. It turned out that my revolution had been under the applause of the enemy from the beginning.

"Draco, can I hug you?"

I lowered my head, spoke boldly, and stared at him eagerly.

Draco froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Looking at my muddy coat, I simply took it off and threw it aside, and slowly got on the bed, hugged the little nobleman in my arms, and let out a long breath of satisfaction.

Only in this way can I really feel at ease, because I can really feel at ease when I hug the little noble who really exists and is still healthy and alive. For several nights in a row, I dreamed of the little noble's cold body and eyes that could no longer be opened. , I have been tortured to the point of going crazy... Fortunately, the body in my arms has temperature, no matter what kind of changes it has undergone, fortunately, he is still alive.

...just let me be selfish for once.

Pretending that he didn't know, the moment he touched Draco, he trembled involuntarily.

"sorry."

I repeated it over and over in his ear.

"Sorry……"

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I didn't expect that I would fall asleep together while talking with Draco. When I woke up again, he had already left. Narcissa was sitting on a chair with her hands on her knees, sitting in the corner of the room watching quietly. with me.

Remembering how dirty the clothes I was wearing, I hurried out of bed.

"It's okay." She said suddenly, "You seem to be sleeping soundly. Xiaolong said that you haven't had a good rest recently, and told us not to wake you... Actually, I should hate you. And Lucius didn't even say a serious word to him." She took a deep breath and seemed to be trying hard to calm down, "Sorry, I don't know how to face you."

I wanted to apologize, but she interrupted me the moment I opened my mouth, "There is no need to apologize anymore, I know your apology, but what I want to say is that apologizing is useless at all, if you sincerely want to do something to Xiaolong , I want you to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"If something happens in the future, find a way to protect my little dragon and do your best."

I nodded cautiously, "I will."

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I haven't seen Narcissa and Lucius since then, they seem to be sent out by Voldemort to do something, and they haven't seen each other for several months.

In such a big room, apart from the house elves, there are only me and that old monster left.

Feeling awkward all the time, I limit my scope of activities to the library of Lucius's house every day, trying to avoid seeing the old monster again, and because of this, when I saw with my own eyes the frozen man sitting on a chair holding a tome reading When I was in a huffy figure, I was so surprised that I forgot my original intention of avoiding him.

Even if slowly, he seems to be recovering more and more.

At least since the last time I saw him, he could only hide in the box and not see the light, but now it can be seen that he can move freely.

"Come here." He lifted up, revealing a face very similar to mine. On the white, frozen turbid air, was the face I had seen in the portrait. "Have you finished reading this book?"

He raised the book in his hand.

I hummed a little uncomfortably, and moved forward slightly.

"You don't need to be so restrained." He suddenly smiled, "You are my son, and I will not do anything to you. Of course, if you are all about your little friend who is the savior, now you just need to raise your wand and treat me Come to an Avada, no... just need a weapon to kill you, and he can be carefree from now on."

Damn annoying.

This cunning old monster, he said it on purpose... He was sure I couldn't do it.

Somewhat angrily, I found a chair and sat down. I took out the half-read book from under the table yesterday, found the page with the bookmark, and prepared to continue reading.

But he obviously didn't want to end the conversation with me like that.

He picked up the tome, walked around behind me, bowed his body, with the cold air unique to ghosts, but it was a little different from that...

"Because this is my soul."

I guess my doubts are too obvious, he has already started to explain, but after just this sentence, he changed the subject in the next second, "Do you want to learn alchemy?"

I nodded.

"Come and try, I might be able to teach you something." He pointed to one of the pages, and there was a note between me, and there were some places that I couldn't read. I saw them for the first time, in the broomstick, on the blueprint that the Sorting Hat taught the brothers. It used it to confine its magic power in a certain area through ingenious means.

Very useful, but also very difficult to operate.

I tried to draw this magic circle on a paper airplane yesterday, but the paper airplane only hovered in the air for a few seconds before falling down.

I had already given up...

I looked at him, he was waiting for me to ask a question, just stared at me and didn’t speak, I hesitated for a while, but still couldn’t communicate with him freely, so I just found a piece of ordinary white paper and drew a magic circle on it, Then fold out the shape of the plane.

Like yesterday, the plane was still only in the air for a few seconds.

He took the plane from me, took it apart, took my pen and added a few more strokes to the original magic circle, folded it again, held the plane at his fingertips, and threw it lightly, the paper plane was shaking After a few strokes, it slowly calmed down and stopped as firmly as I wanted.

Reaching out to take off the plane, I carefully looked for where the stroke he added was. After I finally remembered it and made another one according to the pattern, I raised my head and found that he had left.

This made me heave a sigh of relief, and relaxed myself into the soft cushion of the chair, and threw the paper plane vigorously. After flying for a short distance, it stopped steadily, only occasionally moving slightly with the wind some distance.

…When he was teaching me, he would never have thought of the reason why I tried to learn these things. A bigger part was for self-defense, so that I could rely on him when he attacked me or the people around me one day. Protect something with your own strength.

After everything has a beginning, the next thing will become natural. After that day, the two of us met in the library on time every day, as if we had made an appointment. He watched the magic circle I learned become more and more Many people have even started to get in touch with simple ancient magic patterns, and I watched the color of his soul getting darker and darker, and his face became clearer and clearer in front of me.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Lord Voldemort.

If you have played Scrabble to pass the time since you were a child, you will be like me, the first time you see that name, you will spell out a few other fluent words in your brain.

I have done a lot of games, and this has become my instinct.

And sometimes, I also feel that this instinct makes me damn disgusted.

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On the day Lucius came back, he brought many people with him. They were all dressed in uniform, all wearing black hoods, and buried their faces deeply in the darkness.

I was placed to sit next to the old monster, and everyone humbly stepped forward, lying at the feet of the old monster, and kissing the old monster's robe.What is disgusting is that the old monster made me not allowed to just look at him perverted. He ordered every Death Eater who came forward to kiss his robe cape and crawl on my knees as respectfully as he did to him. underfoot.

It makes me sicker than a truckload of slugs I swallow.

With my eyes tightly closed, I felt them coming to me one by one, kneeling down... As long as I imagined what kind of posture they were appearing in, I would feel that the corners of their robes touched by them were ignited. The raging flames, burning from bottom to top, almost burned me to ashes.

Just when I was about to be driven crazy by my nervous sensitivity, I suddenly smelled a familiar scent of medicine.

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