[HP] This Evil

When Azkaban was imprisoned, Catherine had a hallucination of Draco visiting her, which directly caused her to break her left leg.Eight days after breaking her leg, Voldemort appeared in her cell and arranged for Bella to take her to Malfoy Manor to recuperate.However, this was already the eighth day, and the time limit for setting bones had already been missed. Even Merlin couldn't restore Catherine's leg to its original state.

"On Sunday, Filch will hang around the Quidditch pitch with his cat, so none of us can practice on that day. If I lie, let me fall off the broom and break my leg." Catherine stroked the snake-headed cane custom-made for her by Mr. Big Malfoy, and couldn't help but think of the poisonous oath she swore to the other three Quidditch captains a few months ago.She was still too careless, thinking that even if the oath was fulfilled, it would only be a broken leg, and Madam Pomfrey would only need a few minutes to heal it.But she never considered what would happen if Madam Pomfrey wasn't around.St. Mungo's deputy head, Simon Collins, was still locked up in a bedroom at Malfoy Manor. He graduated from Hufflepuff and was Collins' father. He had just been recalled from the Muggle world by the Ministry of Magic a few days ago.Then, he was imprisoned in Malfoy Manor to see a doctor for Catherine.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ferrara, I can't..." Simon Collins held his medicine box and looked at Catherine's left leg with some guilt.He didn't know about his son's school yet, and in fact little Collins had rarely written home since he entered Slytherin.I have to admit that he is a good doctor who is as responsible and conscientious as Madam Pomfrey, and he will feel sad and guilty because he can't treat patients.

"It's not your fault, sir." Catherine still held the cane, and she would have to rely on it to walk in the future, just like Alastor Moody.This cane is about 3 feet long, made of hawthorn wood, with a black body, and a silver snake head on the top of the cane. It is a bit like Mr. Big Malfoy's previous one, but it is lighter—since Catherine started using a cane, Those aristocratic Death Eaters who lived in Malfoy Manor were useless, including Lucius.

"I think, Mr. Collins, you can spend your time at St. Mungo's or somewhere else instead of coming here again." Catherine looked away from the face of Simon Collins, which was quite different from that of young Collins. The resemblance, Catherine was disgusted when she saw it, and wished that he would disappear immediately.Moreover, even if he stayed here, his legs would not be able to recover.Collins is under house arrest by the Death Eaters, of course Catherine knows this, but she doesn't care about it, she just hopes that Simon Collins can find a way to disappear by herself.

Unfortunately, Mr. Collins apparently could not think of any way.It really is a stupid Hufflepuff, Catherine is a little irritable, she has been very busy recently.Before entering Azkaban, her wand was broken by Umbridge, and she had to buy a new one, but Mr. Ollivander's wand shop was closed!Not only Ollivander's wand shop, but many shops in Diagon Alley have closed signs, with only one exception - the joke shop, founded by the Weasley twins, and Harry Potter is the largest shareholder.

If it was a year ago, Catherine would definitely be the first customer of the joke store, and then spend a few Galleons proudly to buy some weird little things and go back to teach Draco who is occasionally disobedient.Or, she can also invest with Draco in Diagon Alley to build a store similar to a joke store, stealing the business from the Weasleys. Anyway, what Ferrara and Malfoy need most is Gallon.But now it is obvious that all these are impossible.Catherine is now having trouble even buying a wand. In her 15 years of life, this is the first time she has encountered the dilemma of having money but not being able to buy anything.In fact, there are other wand shops in the UK, but Ollivander's wands are the best, and Catherine always likes to use the best things, so Ollivander's wands must be.

The question of "Ollivander's wand shop closing" didn't bother Catherine for long, as she quickly thought of a solution.It's just that the store is closed, and it's not that Ollivander is dead. In that case, it's good to find Ollivander. The task of "finding Ollivander" was not difficult, and the few Death Eaters who lived in Malfoy Manor completed the task brilliantly.The Carlos threw the terrified Mr. Ollivander back into his wand shop, which was never the same again.The gold-lettered signboard that was shining brightly in the sun is now peeling off badly. The magic wands are scattered on the ground, many of them have been broken, and all the drawers, large and small, have been opened, making the small shop even more crowded.

"Miss Ferrara." Mr. Ollivander sat hunched behind the counter, with graying hair and a messy beard hanging down his chin. "I still remember your first wand, hawthorn wood, dragon's nerve, thirteen inches." He tremblingly took out a tape measure, and began to measure Catherine's arm length and head circumference with inflexibility. After that, he turned around and entered the center of the rows of cardboard boxes as before.

For a moment, Catherine felt that she had returned to five years ago, when she was still in the first grade, and she bought the hawthorn wand here.Then she'd go to Madam Malkin's robe shop and meet Draco.The latter will ask less politely at the beginning: Are you a pure blood?Then she would reply, not without pride: I am from Ferrara.

"Come on, try this one, yew, dragon's nerve, twelve and a quarter inches. It's lucky that this wand is still intact." Ollivander's voice sounded, and Catherine turned back. God, took the wand and waved it, a familiar feeling came through, she threw down the seven Galleons with satisfaction, then put the wand back into her robe, and left with the cane.

With a new wand in hand, Catherine is about to start her lessons again.It was still one-to-one teaching, but this time the tutor was special - Professor Snape.The only professor Katherine was afraid of at Hogwarts...

"Even if you become a Death Eater, you can't escape Professor Snape's homework" This incident hit Catherine far more than "Professor Snape is also a Death Eater".

"I won't make an exception just because of your injury. You can't be late for class at any time, Miss Ferrara." Snape said with a livid face, staring at Catherine who was late for class on the first day.

At Hogwarts, Snape was only responsible for teaching potions, but now, Catherine's potions, spells, herbs, transfiguration... including the black devil, are all taught by him.

"I now have deep sympathy for Professor Aurora Sinista." Snape gritted his teeth, staring at Catherine's astronomy paper with a dark face, "Astronomy, what a simple subject, you have learned it like this, Ferrar Miss La, are you playing a game of 'who can embarrass Slytherin more' with Crabbe?" Catherine obediently listened to the lecture with her head bowed, very obedient.However, apart from encountering some situations in astronomy and transfiguration, Catherine seems to be at home in other courses.She suggested to Snape that it might be better to cancel the astronomy course, but was severely rejected.

Charms class has been promoted to Catherine's favorite class this year, because Snape often tells her some spells that are not in the textbook.For example, "Kamikaze Wuying" and "Golden Hook Upside Down", both are very powerful offensive spells.Each time a new spell like this was learned, Catherine would imagine the spell attached to Umbridge.She wasn't a very patient wizard, but in Umbridge's case she was exceptionally patient.The days of Azkaban told her that death is not scary, what is really scary is the process of gradually dying.Since he was still working at Hogwarts, Professor Snape mostly used dusk and night to make up lessons for Catherine. Their classes often lasted until two o'clock in the middle of the night. Catherine often slept during the day and studied at night.During the day when she was sleeping, the Malfoy Manor was very quiet, not even a meow. At night, she practiced spells crackling in the garden and often made a lot of noise, and no one dared to stop it.

As for the "master", he doesn't appear often, but occasionally he will hold a meeting in the reception hall in a serious manner.At this time, some head-faced Death Eaters would change into black clothes and sit on both sides of the long medieval-style table one by one.Most Death Eaters were terrified, with only two exceptions, Bella and Catherine.Bella is always in a very excited state, no matter what Voldemort says, she is the first to respond; Catherine is just the opposite, she is almost sitting there in a state of indifference to sluggishness, Voldemort wants to kill Muggles, She didn't respond, Voldemort was preaching pure blood, she put her head down and did her best not to laugh.Michaelia was sitting next to her, just over a foot away from her.Most members of the Ferrara family were indifferent by nature, and even the family rarely had close contact with each other. Since Catherine was born, this was the closest contact she had with her mother—at the Death Eater meeting.

The study tasks at Malfoy Manor were much heavier than those at Hogwarts. Catherine seldom thought about her own affairs, and most of her time was occupied by various complicated spells.Occasionally, when she was free, she would think about Draco and Quidditch.

In fact, Draco and Quidditch are pretty much everywhere.This is Malfoy Manor, Draco's home, so there are traces of him almost everywhere.Catherine even saw a picture of Draco when he was one year old in a hallway, and Quidditch circled her like a shadow.Catherine thought of Quidditch when she came down the stairs with a cane; she thought of Quidditch when some Death Eater appeared on a broomstick; She still thought of Quidditch when she was sweeping with a regular cleaning broom.A year ago, she had sworn to Flint that no matter what happened, she would not give up the Slytherin team and would lead the team to the trophy, but now she was going to break her promise.