[HP] This Evil

As in previous years, Catherine and Draco boarded the Hogwarts Express together, and then sat face to face in the same box.But along the way, they didn't say a word.Catherine had the illusion that Draco was afraid of her because of Umbridge.

It was August ninth, Catherine's birthday.At this time in previous years, Draco had already asked owls to deliver gifts to Ferrara Manor, but this year it was obviously unnecessary, because Catherine lived at his house, and the bedroom was next door to him.Draco's gift was delivered a little late this year, making Catherine almost think he forgot her birthday, of course, it's okay if he really forgot, after all, too many things happened this year.However, in the evening when Catherine was about to apparate to "visit" Umbridge, Draco suddenly knocked on his door.

"Happy birthday, Cathy." Draco stood in the doorway, wearing a new, neatly pressed black suit, blocking a small patch of light in the hallway.But he didn't hold anything in his hand, and Catherine had to control her urge to poke her head, try to look reserved, so as not to write the words "can't wait to see the gift" on her face.

"I have a gift for you." Draco walked into the room familiarly, closed the door again, and leaned against the door.He tried his best to look relaxed, as if nothing had happened.Then he took Catherine's right hand—he wanted to pull the left hand, but Catherine's left hand held a cane—stretched out five fingers, brought the tip of his middle finger to hers, and moved the middle finger little by little. The family ring on her wrist fell off until it reached Catherine's middle finger.

This ring was different from the one Draco usually wore, it looked more slender and feminine, Catherine had seen it on Narcissa's finger before.

"Okay, I'm done with my presents. Shouldn't you return me a present too?" Draco smiled, with a teasing look in his eyes. This was the first time Lucius had been in prison. Laugh once.

Catherine was a little dazed by the question, and for a moment she didn't know what the "return" Draco was talking about, so she could only stand there motionless.

"I knew you didn't prepare a return gift for me." Draco pretended to be angry, and then slowly took out the ring he usually wears from his suit pocket, "Fortunately, I prepared it for you, now you just Just put it on for me."

It's hard to imagine that the Malfoys, who pursue perfection and ultimate in everything, would actually design such a simple ring for themselves.The first time Catherine saw it in Draco's hand was in the third year, the night Sirius broke into Hogwarts - in fact, she had seen it at the beginning of school that year, but didn't pay attention to it - Draco wanted to see Ferrara's ring on a whim that day, and after some observation, he came to the conclusion that Malfoy's and Ferrara's family rings looked very similar.Catherine put the ring on Draco's hand carefully, but the process was not particularly smooth, because the other's hand was shaking all the time, but Draco refused to admit it.

"Catherine, happy birthday." Draco said, he took the hand that Catherine was about to withdraw, squeezed it tightly, and then said very blindly, "Catherine, you're blushing. "

Catherine withdrew her hand in embarrassment, walked to the window, turned her back, stared at the dark garden outside the window in a daze.When she was in first grade, she had heard Pansy say that the flower beds at Malfoy Manor were the most beautiful in England because three house-elves came to repair them every day.But that is not the case today.Although the fairies still took pains to take care of the roses and roses in the flower garden, those flowers didn't show any face at all, they were all drooping, and from a distance they thought it was a scorched hillock.

"You can't be so shy all the time." Draco followed, his tone so cheerful that Catherine blurred the time again, thinking it was the fourth grade Yule Ball, "Sooner or later you will become Malfoy's mistress, Take my arm and go to various banquets. You can't be shy then."

"You are Malfoy's mistress!" Catherine panicked and didn't know what she was talking about. She just felt her cheeks were hot. She tried to adjust her state by taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but it was useless.She guessed desperately that her face might be as red now as the Gryffindor scarves.Draco laughed happily again. He bent over a little, put his chin on Catherine's shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Everything will be fine, Cathy. Aunt Bella said, as long as I Complete a task for the master, Dad can be released, and Malfoy can get the same glory as before. I will let you be Malfoy's wife, okay?"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the bedroom window, and the candle on the window sill flickered a few times, but did not go out.The moon hid behind the dark clouds again, and the candlelight projected furniture and people onto the wall, and several deformed and huge shadows confronted the people in the room like this.

"It will end, it will end, there is nothing worse than now, so we don't have to be afraid in the future." Draco murmured, staring at the shadow on the wall.

In fact, there are many worse things than now.Catherine knew this best, but she didn't say anything, just cuddled in Draco's arms obediently, praying to Merlin that time would stop forever, stop at this moment.It's a pity that Merlin is probably getting old and his ears are not working well, so Draco soon got up from Catherine's shoulders with some reluctance.

"Go to bed early, Cathy." Draco tidied up the uncluttered suit, and helped Catherine lift the collar that he had just rubbed off.

"Are you going now?" Catherine asked, hesitating. "Perhaps you could..."

"No, Cathy. It's too late, I have to go back." Draco smiled again, his cheeks suddenly turned a little red, and he was a little flustered, but he still put on an old-fashioned look, "Not now, Cathy, you're still young. But don't worry, we'll get married, and after we get married, we can do everything." Draco's face was getting redder and redder, and even his voice was trembling with nervousness, and finally he didn't turn his head back ran out.

Catherine: ...

I have to say, Draco just thought too much.Catherine swore to Sachara that although the atmosphere was good tonight, their mood was good, and the time was good... But she definitely didn't mean what Draco thought just now!She did want Draco to stay, though, all night, because that would give her another excuse not to deal with Umbridge.

Umbridge lives in a new English villa on the outskirts of London. The house is not particularly large and is painted head to toe pink, which looks a bit eerie.Before Catherine walked in, she heard cats meowing one after another, and the smell of cat feces wafted everywhere with the night wind.There were no candles in the villa, and all the windows were pitch black, so it seemed that Umbridge had gone to bed.

There is a row of bells for the alarm at the entrance of the villa, and there is a defensive circle made of candles on the stairs on the second floor. There are several enchanted cats watching the house at the door of the bedroom.

"All petrified." Catherine threw a spell casually, kicked away the petrified cats, and then walked lightly into Umbridge's bedroom.Umbridge was fast asleep in a pink four-poster bed, her wig and wand on the bedside table, next to a glass of water in which to soak her false teeth.Catherine stood at the door for a while before she began to approach Umbridge slowly step by step, her cane making a crisp sound on the marble floor.But Umbridge was in a deep sleep, and she had no intention of waking up. She was breathing heavily, wheezing like a broken bellows, and occasionally let out a few sleepy hums.There was a sweet tea smell in the bedroom, exactly the same as in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office back then.Catherine flicked her wand and lit a candle on the bedside table.Now, Umbridge's fat, fat face became clearer. □□face frowned unhappily, muttered a few times, and stretched out his arms to try to block the candlelight, but failed.

"Damn it! Who lit the candle?!" Umbridge pulled off the blindfold cursingly, and then let out a horrified scream, hugging the quilt and quickly leaned towards the corner of the bed, but due to too much movement, she All of a sudden, he fell off the bed and fell to the ground on his back.

"Professor Umbridge, hello, I'm Catherine Ferrara." The dim candlelight elongated Catherine's shadow infinitely, casting it on the gold-pink wallpaper, like a ghost living in the wall.

Umbridge hugged the quilt and trembled her lips. She didn't utter a word for a long time. It wasn't until her few hairs were soaked in cold sweat that she remembered to get her wand.

"Expelliarmus." The stubby wand on the bedside table immediately flew up, and then obediently fell into Catherine's hands, "Professor, do you want to take it?"

"I'm the Undersecretary for Magic! You'd better give me back my wand! You can't be rude to the Undersecretary." Umbridge swallowed, his voice no longer as sweet as before, but changed to A kind of thin voice came from the throat, and the fat on the cheeks trembled violently, "I will send you to Azkaban!"

"Azkaban?" Catherine sneered, and took another step closer with a cane. "I met some very interesting friends in Azkaban. Do you want to meet them, Professor?"

"Minister Connelly will send you to the wizarding court!" Umbridge's voice became hoarse and high-pitched, and she was breathing rapidly, almost holding her breath.

"Cornel Fudge?" Catherine glanced at Umbridge contemptuously, and then broke her wand. "He's too old. The Ministry of Magic needs some young power to rule. What do you think, Professor?" ——Shenfeng Wuying!"

A piercing scream broke the quiet night, and the sweet tea smell in the air was gradually covered by a strong smell of blood.Umbridge lay on the floor with her head up, with countless wounds of various sizes on her body. Soon, the carpet under her body turned black and red.

"You, how dare you? I'm the deputy minister! How dare you?"

"We're all sad that you canceled the Quidditch match." Catherine stared at her cane in a daze. "We like Quidditch very much--Crusato."

This is the second time Catherine has officially used the Cruciatus Curse. The last time was in the fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and she was sent to Azkaban later.But obviously not this time.The pink bedside table had just been knocked down by Umbridge, and the wig and dentures rolled all over the blood-stained carpet, looking weird and funny.Umbridge started moaning and begging for mercy, and she curled up on the floor, almost hiding under the bed, but sadly, she was too fat, so she couldn't get in anyway.

"Why don't we make a deal, professor." Catherine's tone rose slightly, she was very happy today. "A month ago, you bought the Slytherin locket from Mr. Borgin's shop. If you will give it to me, I will forget about the past, how about it?"