[HP] This Evil

The Hogwarts kitchen is located on the basement level, very close to the Hufflepuff lounge. Dozens of house elves in the kitchen are responsible for three meals a day for students and teachers.I have to admit that these elves are very good at their craftsmanship. They can research new dishes and serve them on the table every few months, such as fish-flavored chicken rice crackers, organ potatoes, pepper-flavored veal steak, and various drinks , such as honey grapefruit juice and raspberry sauce matcha milk cap, and the most popular is the sparkling snow top chocolate milk, which is always in short supply on the table during Christmas.

But Catherine doesn't care much about drinks and food now, she is busy packing things to go home.At the breakfast table a few days ago, her mother Michaela sent her a letter asking her to go home for the holidays this year. Catherine was a little happy. She hadn't spent Christmas at home for two years.

On the morning of the 23rd, Catherine boarded the Hogwarts Express with pleasant steps, dragging her suitcase.

"What gift have you prepared for me this year?"

Draco asked, he was wearing a thick black wool coat with a high collar, his face looked paler and more handsome against the snow scene outside the window, and he still smelled of cologne.

"You'll find out in two days." Catherine said, she was in a particularly good mood today, and just took out ten Galleons to treat Goyle and Crabbe to snacks in the next room.

"I knew it without telling you, I saw it. You bought two ties in Hogsmeade that day, one for your father and the other for me, right?" Draco looked at her proudly.

"No, it's not for you." Catherine said the truth mercilessly, "The other one is for Professor Lupine, and I've already put it on his office desk in advance."

"Professor Lupine?" Draco frowned with some disgust, "If I remember correctly, you didn't prepare a gift for Professor Snape, why did you give it to Professor Lupine? He was dressed in rags , like a house-elf."

"You can't say that!" Catherine took a chocolate frog and hit Draco unhappily, "Professor Lupine is the best!"

"What's so good about him? Isn't it because he can deal with Peeves? I bet, Professor Snape has more ways to deal with Peeves." Draco opened the chocolate frog just now, but only ate Throw half away, he prefers fruit candies.

"Professor Lupine is good!" Catherine repeated, holding her head high and her eyes wide open. "You mustn't say that about him again!"

"Forget it, I don't argue with girls." Draco said resignedly, changing the topic that kept him up all night excitedly, "You know what, Cathy, my dad told me the other day I, Buckbeak, was going to be executed, and my dad said I could take Buckbeak's head and give it to Gryffindor as a present, so that's a great idea, isn't it?"

"It's disgusting. Don't bring Buckbeak's head to the lounge. It's Daphne and I's turn to clean up after school." Catherine felt a chill when she thought of the monster's head.

"I'm going to put it on the Gryffindor table," Draco said viciously, "and let them know what happens if they offend me."

"Don't talk about that monster," Catherine said. "We have a Quidditch match after school starts. We haven't won the Quidditch Cup in two years. Be careful not to break your arm again."

"You're now like Flint, you're Quidditch when you're talking," Draco said.

"I want the Quidditch Cup," Catherine emphasized. "I haven't touched the Quidditch Cup yet."

"Don't worry, Potter is finished this year." Draco said confidently.

The train rumbled past one after another snow-covered wheat fields, and there were bare tree trunks along the way without any Christmas atmosphere at all. The sky was overcast as if it was going to snow again, and black crows kept passing by the windows, but these were not It didn't affect Catherine's mood for the holidays, she was very excited, she kept pulling Draco to talk, and when she got off the car, she combed her hair again.

"Mother!" Catherine and Draco said goodbye briefly, and ran towards Michael excitedly. She didn't expect her mother to come and pick her up.

Michaela wore a calf-length haute couture coat, showing an elegant and decent smile. She tidied up her uncluttered hat, and pulled Catherine back to the Ferrara Manor.

There were a few crows hovering around the study of the manor, but Catherine didn't pay attention. She smelled the smell of grilled fish from the kitchen, and was rushing into the house.Michaela waved his wand calmly, a purple light flashed, and the crows fell from mid-air immediately.

The Christmas atmosphere in the manor is not strong, there is only a Christmas tree decorated with small bells and stars, but Catherine doesn't care at all, she even thinks this Christmas tree is more beautiful than the one in the Hogwarts auditorium, the only regret is that Seth Celia did not return.

At the dinner table, Alfonso Ferrara was as serious as ever, but Michaelia was in a good mood. She asked the elf to make turkey, macaroni, baked cod, tree trunk cake, and peanut ice cream-although Catherine did not eat peanuts .

"Catherine, have you learned anything in Slytherin this year?" Michaelera asked.

"We learned divination, potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts... This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is very good. His name is Remus Lupine, and he taught us many very useful spells." Catherine held a piece of macaroni with a fork explain.

"I know Lupine, who is two years younger than me." Michaela nodded, "Then have you studied the history of Slytherin?"

"I learned it. I learned it in the first grade. The founder of Hogwarts, Sachara, is a great wizard and can speak Parseltongue." Catherine replied, she felt a little strange, her mother never liked Slytherin very much.

"I mean, more recent history, such as what happened 50 years ago?" Michaelera didn't get the answer she wanted, and continued to ask, but Catherine was confused, she didn't know what her mother wanted to ask , could only shake her head blankly, but she quickly found a new topic, "Mother, are you familiar with Professor Lupine?"

"I don't know him well, I just know he belongs to Gryffindor." Michaelera said absently.

Catherine was a little disappointed, and asked Alfonso again, "Father, do you know Professor Lupine?"

"I don't know," said Alfonso, without even looking up.

The dinner was neither salty nor light, and Catherine ate the whole half of the organ potatoes alone, but the Ferraras seemed to have no appetite, and they were always preoccupied.

"As I said earlier, she's only in the third grade, and we don't know much from her," Alfonso Ferrara said to his wife after Catherine returned to the room.

"But she's the only way we know about Slytherin. And the Master asked her to come back," Michaelera said.

"He's a piece of carrion now, are you sure he's really useful for our research?" Alfonso frowned and lit his pipe.

"If he can be resurrected, it will be of great significance to our research. If you are afraid, you can withdraw early." Michaela was expressionless, but madness flickered in his eyes, "Nongji is dead, we can't find him." To the second ghost who volunteered as a test subject, he is our hope."

"Michaela, you are crazy." Alfonso strode away after leaving a word indifferently.

Catherine had received Draco's present early on Christmas morning, a crystal-clear oriental jade, worn on a red string, and Catherine hung it around her neck, keeping it with the family ring, and began to read Draco's card.

Cathy:

Merry Christmas!

I entrusted someone to bring this jade back from far away China. Legend has it that it can bless wizards for a lifetime of safety. Many oriental wizards have such a stone, and they all say it is very effective.

I hope you are well too, so let the owl bring it to you.You have to carry it with you at all times, otherwise it won't work.

— Draco Malfoy

"Why did he start to believe in these strange things?" Catherine smirked dutifully holding the card, and Julie, the elf who came to deliver the cake, thought she had been cast with the Imperius Curse.

Catherine didn't rest well these days at home. She always had nightmares. In the dream, a hoarse voice kept talking, but she didn't know what he was talking about. One day she even dreamed that someone was in her bed. There was a cut on her arm, but she didn't find anything abnormal after waking up. She guessed that it might be because she couldn't accept Nohime's death for a while. After all, it is really rare for a ghost to die again.

"... special... people... blood... enemies..." Catherine was awakened by the nightmare again that night. She touched her wet hair and opened the bedroom door to find some water to drink.When passing by the study, she heard some strange voices coming from inside. Driven by strong curiosity, she leaned on the crack of the door and looked inside carefully, and found that her mother was squatting in front of a sofa and talking.

"My little guest is here." A hoarse voice from a nightmare rang out, "Let her in."

Michaelera stood up, wearing a black cashmere dress, her long golden hair was combed meticulously, her green eyes shone with extreme madness, she still looked elegant and beautiful, but she looked scary, "Come in , Catherine, come and meet your master."

The fireplace in the study was burning vigorously, and the jumping flames cast shadows on the Persian carpet. Even though Catherine was only wearing a nightgown, she began to sweat. "Master?" Catherine asked suspiciously, a little scared, "What master? "She's not a house elf, how could she have a master?

Then she followed Michaela's eyes to look at a single sofa, and suddenly her stomach churns.A puddle of baby-like slime was wrapped in the blanket on the sofa. It had a pair of gray snake eyes, no hair on its head, and its lips were sunken in the skin. It had no nose, and it smelled like a carrion corpse when it spoke. , there is a feeding bottle beside her, and the milk in the feeding bottle has a light brown color, which looks a little dirty.

"Catherine. Katherine Slytherin." She Tong looked at her, "Thanks to Lucius, I was able to discover you."

Catherine wanted to run, but her legs didn't work. She couldn't react to what the monster was saying. Her brain was numb, she just felt scared, and her hair was wet with cold sweat.

If only my sister was here, if only Professor Lupine was here.

It would be nice if Draco was here.

"You're not good enough," said the monster. "Now, go back and be your Ferrara."

Catherine was about to throw up.

"Forget everything." The monster on the sofa said, the rotten smell in the air became more obvious, "It's not yet time."

"How was Christmas, Catherine?" Daphne asked on the first night of school.

"Overall, it's not bad." Catherine stretched her waist. She hasn't been sleeping well recently, and she hopes to get a good night's sleep today, after all, the Quidditch match is about to begin.