[HP] Dali's Bread

I can't think about anything.

At the fifth time of writing, the wound finally opened.

I can't think about anything.

The pain, like a knife cutting, split the wound again, and blood flowed down the back of the hand.

I can't think about anything.

The parchment was covered with bright red blood that flowed from the back of her hand, so that the writing and blood were mixed together, but there was no difference between the two.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" said Umbridge coyly.

Dali didn't answer, she was crying very much, she was afraid that she would not be able to stop if she opened her mouth, but she didn't want to cry to her, she could only stare at her red eyes.

"Dally, it must hurt, doesn't it?"

Luna's voice brought her back to reality.It was already the second day, and she only told Luna one person.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It's too—fucking hurt!" Dali couldn't help crying while hugging Luna, telling her how unlucky and pitiful she was.Afterwards, they tried to cast a simple healing spell to cover the bloody scabs on their hands.But the effect is not ideal, the quill must have used some anti-healing magic.

"Looking for Madam Pomfrey?" Luna had already thrown "The Quibbler" aside and was still trying to use the healing spell, her carrot earrings dangling from her movements, "How about I call Rove here, He's in seventh grade, knows a lot more than we—"

"No, it's too embarrassing." Dali said viciously, "This old toad is targeting me——Luna! Don't swing your wand so hard, it has poked me several times! It hurts!"

"Did you offend her when you were at the Ministry of Magic?" Luna put away her wand and asked with concern.

"No, I didn't pay attention to her at first, I'm short-sighted, and she's so short." Dali tried hard to recall, except for the "good" smile when she left, she really never met Umbridge.

"So what did she mean by that statement?"

"In addition to wanting her to pay the price, what I want most is to pass the OWLs exam. Isn't this an unreasonable idea?" In the fifth grade, the place where I met Luna was almost the library, she thought She does her homework all the time - even if her hands hurt, there is no way to stop the homework from multiplying.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Dali said seeing Luna's hesitant expression.

"You have to work hard." Otherwise, you will really fail.

Luna patted Dali's shoulder deeply, and picked up "The Quibbler" to watch upside down.

"Sure!" Dali cheered herself up while packing her schoolbag, "I'm going to class first."

Hogwarts does not have physical education classes, because they usually have a hard time stepping on the class bell to enter the door between a group of moving stairs. Nosebleed ran into the school hospital.I'm afraid the Weasley twins hadn't invented something new - it would be great if Madam Pomfrey could deduct points.

When she was at the gate of the castle, she ran into the Gryffindor trio. After thinking twice, she stepped forward and stopped Harry.

"Harry, you'd better not fight Umbridge."

"Why, because I'm a liar, you don't believe me, do you believe Umbridge?" Harry said, "I'm not afraid of being locked up by her. I'm going tonight, for a week."

"Don't say that, her confinement is terrible." Dali wanted to show him her hand.

"I've seen worse!" Harry bumped into her shoulder and walked away without looking back.

"He has always lost his temper with us recently...don't take it to heart, um...I will remind him." Hermione signaled her not to care with her eyes, and walked with Harry up.

Dali lowered her hand and watched the three people walk further and further away, but she couldn't say anything.

After entering September, the weather became cloudy and windy. When she walked down the grassy slope to Hagrid's hut by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she felt sporadic raindrops falling on her clothes.Graplan stood waiting for her classmates ten meters from the door of Hagrid's hut. In front of her was a long trestle table with many twigs on it.

"Is everyone here?" Graplan asked gruffly when he saw that the Slytherin and Gryffindor classmates had arrived, "Let's start. Who can tell me what these things are called?"

She pointed to the pile of twigs in front of her.

Hermione raised her hand abruptly.

"Bowtruckles, the protectors of trees, usually live on wand trees, and in autumn they darken in color."

"Then what do they eat?"

Hermione babbled a lot more, and Graplan was quite satisfied and gave Gryffindor five points.

The twigs on the table popped into the air, revealing their true colors, like wooden elves, each with brown, knobby legs and arms, and two twigs in each hand Two small round brown eyes gleamed in each flat, bark-like funny face.

Graplan asked three people to get a Bowtruckle, and before get out of class was over, each person completed a sketch, marking each part of the Bowtruckle's body.I also specially reminded, don't provoke the Bowtruckle, or be careful with your eyes.

Draco likes grouping the most, which means that he can "accidentally" and "no way" be in a group with Dali.

"Grab it and let me draw the head of this thing." Draco pushed Gorzhi away, he never learned anyway, he picked the biggest Bowtruckle, and the little guy clutched nervously his hand.

"Yes." Dali nodded, without asking any unnecessary questions, took the Bowtruckle, and fed it something to make it calmer.

"You hold it with one hand, what about the other hand?" Draco asked while drawing on the parchment with a quill, "Hold it with two hands, or it will run away in a while."

"Lazy." Dali made an excuse.

"I'm now taking you to improve your grades in class..." Draco, who was drawing a Bowtruckle's head, paused suddenly, as if he had thought of something, "The content of Umbridge's confinement yes?"

"Punishment for copying sentences."

"Show me." Draco threw down the pen, and forcibly pulled Dali's other hand. Shocking blood scabs were engraved on it, as if the wound hadn't healed, and it was torn again, extremely hideous.

"She carved on your hand?" Draco felt the veins on his forehead burst.

"It's a quill pen. She asked me to write a sentence, and the sentence will be engraved on my hand." Dali wanted to withdraw her hand, "It's okay if you don't force it, it still hurts."

"I'm sorry." Draco vaguely discerned the above sentence, and he understood it all at once.

He pulled Dali up, the Bowtruckle was startled, and hugged Dali's hand tightly, Draco grabbed it impatiently: "Go away!" The Bowtruckle waved its sharp fingers, retaliating The ground hit him hard on the hand, leaving two long and deep wounds.It jumped to the ground and ran into the Forbidden Forest.

Draco dragged Dali into the castle without looking back.

"Where are you two going?" Graplan shouted displeased.

"School hospital, professor!" Dali turned her head and answered vigorously, "I was beaten by a Bowtruckle!"

The school hospital always smelled good, and Madam Pomfrey was cleaning the wounds of the two.

"Umbridge did this?" Madam Pomfrey stared angrily at Dali's hand after dressing Draco's wound, "Why did she do this to the students? Tell the headmaster, dear... I'll go myself."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Dali nodded obediently, her hands were still soaked in the juice from the tentacles of the Mortra rat. Although they hadn't healed, the pain was no longer so great.

"I'll go now." Madam Pomfrey was extremely anxious, she was afraid that another student would be treated like this, "you can rest here for a while."

"I'm going to the owl shed." Draco also stood up, pacing left and right, as if drafting a speech, "You wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Dali shrank directly into the bed without giving a positive answer.Because she was guiltily debating whether to skip herbal medicine.

"You can curl up if you want, I'll give you tutoring." Draco's reassurance made Dali moan twice in satisfaction immediately, and covered her with the quilt.

Dali had another nightmare. She dreamed that Umbridge killed all her OWLs certificates.

"Is there still time to study now!" She roared, almost jumping out of bed, startling Draco who was sitting next to her.

Then Dali hurriedly recounted her dream to him. Draco seemed to want to comfort her, but he couldn't help but tell the truth: "If you don't learn, it will be soon."

"What time is it?" Dali decided to ignore his words and start another topic.

"It's dinner time soon."

"Oh, then you go first." Dali put on her shoes and sent him to go first.

"You come with me."

Dali was noncommittal, letting Draco pull her into the auditorium.It wasn't that noticeable, Draco found, and nobody cared if he sat hand in hand with a Squib mulatto girl.They all have their own business, talking about whether or not to trust Harry Potter, talking about Umbridge and her boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class, talking about where Hagrid went, talking about it's going to stop raining , talking about why there is no lamb chops tonight.

Draco Malfoy was just an ordinary Hogwarts student at this time.

"Dali Dursley, why are you here?" Generally speaking, Draco is surrounded by rich, pure-blood people, so when Nott saw Dali, he raised his eyebrows unnaturally. .

"Because I like Miss Dursley."

Draco cut a steak and placed it in front of her.

If it weren't for my arrogance and prejudice, we would have been together long ago.

The author has something to say:

I thought about a lot of confession scenes, but in the end I chose a particularly bland one.Vigorous feeling has been written too much?

Except for some people in Slytherin (including Draco), who cares who he is with... But people in his circle still care more, so I decided to let Nott ask (after all, they are still Equal to equal), the girl Pansy wrote some foreshadowing in the front, and the focus shifted to Zabini, and it's not that she didn't know that Draco liked Dali, so she had already had a mentality of eating melons.The most important thing is that no one objected to what Malfoy actually said!It was Draco who couldn't get over this hurdle by himself!Talking about the weather is more interesting than talking about Master Draco's love history, isn't it?

Ps Lucius received the letter: out of breath and cerebral congestion.

Finally, explain Penny again. The copywriting has been marked since the first day of posting. There are many private settings, and Penny is set as a squib. I don’t care about those contradictory official settings. In the story of the Evans family, Petunia has long been Dursley, and Dali has always been Dursley.If you are really entangled, you can find a story about Penny Evans.

感谢在2020-05-2217:50:26~2020-05-2316:46:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of flower bloom;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!