[HP] Bad Impulse

The tip of her nose smelled of gunpowder smoke, and her lips, which hadn't been wet for a long time, were cracked, and she could taste blood herself.

Fate was very, very tired, but she knew she couldn't sleep, and she knew that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again-and the sights and situations in front of her were familiar, which was a lot if her memory was correct. When I was entangled with the special forces of a certain country for several days a year ago.

Two penetrating wounds and countless bruises. What's more tragic is that the other party has a good sniper. If she hadn't forcibly reversed the trajectory of the other's bullets, she would not have survived to face the luxurious private room of the torture expert.

[Say, where is the shipment you shipped? Don’t yell at me that you don’t understand English that is commonly used in the world, little girl, there’s no Geneva Convention here!Fuck it, give me an honest account! 】

What is the Geneva Convention... I can only understand half of every sentence this bastard said...

【Joseph, this girl is really tough, how can that beast Pavaro recruit such a loyal subordinate? 】

Hey, who gave his life to Pavaro's stinky dog...

[Why don't you try that thing, it was originally for our experiments, and it can be regarded as an extra living body. 】

Bastard, idiot, don't touch me, the boss and I never touch anything with drugs-

Dark green thick bed curtain, soft big bed, dark red wool carpet, elegant layout, bright room.

Feite opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where he was lying, dazedly touched the good quality silk pajamas on his body, and found that the wounds on his body had been cleaned and bandaged by himself, and a strange-looking dwarf next to him opened his mouth But with wet eyes staring at him, he screamed with joy, "Miss Bellows is awake!" and then disappeared suddenly.

It took Fate a while to think of the magic of the wizarding world.

She slowly moved herself out of the bed. Although she didn't know where she was, she felt that there should be no danger, so she was very sharp-eyed and found a very attractive fragrance in a small box on a small table. .

So when Lucius.When Malfoy opened the door, he saw Feite woman wearing translucent pajamas, her full and beautiful chest was about to come out, sitting on the window sill, leisurely smoking the cigar that his father put in the guest room as decoration .

If he hadn't been absolutely sure that this was his guest room, he would have almost thought it was this woman's room.

"Ahem." Lucius.Malfoy coughed twice, "Miss Fett Bellows, I thought an injured person should lie in bed and recuperate at this moment—and that bottle of potion, you'd better take it out before the effect of the potion wears off." Down your stomach."

Fate pouted and blew a perfect smoke ring at Master Malfoy: "Master Malfoy, are you an old woman? You're so wordy. The wound hurts. I just smoked a cigar and it hurts, and I'm not addicted to smoking. Life."

Lucius.Malfoy resisted the thought of beating up this woman who dared to say that he was long-winded, thinking that those words were his own hallucinations: "Seeing how desperate you are in the Colosseum, I thought Miss Bayrows was not afraid of pain."

"Is there any normal person in this world who can't feel pain. You think that half of them can bear it, and half of them are forced to do so. There are also guys who are allergic to anesthetics, and they will die from pain." Fei Te waved his hand and continued Enjoying a cigar from Malfoy Manor.

She didn't care about this Muggle-hating Lucius.Why would Malfoy drag her life back with such kindness? She only remembered that when the iron door opened for the third time, something hooked her navel—and then, because of the uncomfortable squeeze Passed out due to pressure.

The platinum head didn't hit the rocks, but brought itself back - astonishing.

Lucius.Malfoy saved his own life, and Feite never liked to owe anything to others (robbery is definitely not owed to others, in Feite's view, if I have the ability to snatch you, it is mine).

Lucius.Malfoy was so choked by her that he couldn't speak. He originally wanted to see if this woman was still "alive", but in the end he saw that she didn't treat this place as someone else's home at all, and looked at the skillful gesture of smoking a cigar—Merlin's Beard, even a qualified Malfoy should not casually pry into the privacy of even a Gryffindor, he wants to know what Fett Bellows did before!

Take Fett's still smoking cigar, Lucius.Malfoy knocked on the table and took out two crystal bottles from the medicine box carried by the house elf: "You'd better not touch the cigars. You should lie on the bed well before the effect of the aging agent wears off, and then drink Get blood tonic and recovery potions—because time is too tight, I can only ask my 'father' to configure this life-saving potion for you Mudblood."

Lucius.Malfoy ruthlessly read the words "father" and "Mudblood", Fate let out a chuckle, and spread his hands back into the thick, soft bed—it has to be said that the bed in Malfoy's house is Much more comfortable than the plank bed at Hogwarts: "Oh, I'm really honored then."

"If Slytherin's bed is like yours, then Slytherin is also a good choice." Stretching, Fate blinked, "Oh, I'm hungry, can I get something to eat? A The heir of a big family or something, you can't treat your guests badly, right?"

When I accompanied the leader to visit her half-brothers and sisters, even if it was a hostile relationship, I would give a fruit platter or something, just to make sense of it.

"So honorable Miss Bellows, do you have anything you want to eat?" He knocked on the table with a smile, and another house-elf jumped out again immediately. Fate looked at these ugly but loyal creatures with curiosity. , thought for a while: "I want to eat McDonald's and KFC."

"...Fate Bellows, I advise you to pay attention to whose home you are visiting. Don't you know what a guest is?!" Something easy to digest, Lucius.Malfoy waved for the wooden chair to sit by Fate's bed. "I've already said hello to Severus, but since I came forward, no matter how you make up your excuses when you go back, I believe Severus will have a way to pry the truth out of your mouth."

Lucius.Malfoy was a little gloating. Although Fate always looked like he was holding Sever's head on weekdays, in some cases, the more stable Severus Snape was more able to hold back this head full of numbness. Woman with Melon Straw.

By the way, he thought, if this woman wasn't a Muggle, Malfoy would still have liked her sheer silver hair—of course, her extremely un-Malfoy aesthetics of violence had brought him and his father quite a lot. The big visual impact is shocking.

"That's okay, did little Sev tell you about our first meeting?" Fate asked Lucius.Malfoy glanced at him, "I was robbing a house—I ended up bringing down the Snape family, and little Sif was still trampled on by me. He is the one who knows best what kind of guy I am right now."

Feite wouldn't be Feite if he didn't get into trouble.

"...You really are not a lady."

"Do you think that if I become a lady, will you and Sif feel like throwing up after eating feces?" Feite expressed his feelings purely and faithfully, blinking his eyes and observing Lucius Marr Fu expression.

As expected, he showed the constipated expression that Feite wanted to see: "...Since you know it, don't say it so clearly in front of a gentleman, even if it's me, let the words like shit... poop be on your lips Even if you say it, it will be too indecent."

Because both parties were ventilated, Fate lived in Malfoy Manor with peace of mind for the time being.

Food and drink are served, so she naturally won't care about the entanglements between Muggles and nobles, and she won't think about how Malfoy's Patriarch can tolerate a female Tyrannosaurus who is not even a Muggle lady. In his own manor, he leisurely teased and played with the pets of Malfoy Manor, living better than others in the manor.

Abu Sachs fumbled for the cane of the snake head, calmly looked at Feite who was lying on the lawn enjoying the sun with gray blue eyes, and Lucius stood behind him, looking at Feite with the same pair of eyes in confusion.

In fact, Absacks is equally confused.Noble, pure blood.These two words represent the pure magic that wizards have inherited for thousands of years, just as pure blood is always stronger in the application of magic spells.

If it is the same as Malfoy's platinum mark in the UK, Fett's clean and beautiful silver hair is very rare in the British wizarding world, the forbearable but thick magic power fluctuations, and the magic power that gives him a strange feeling - Abraxas guessed, Could this young lady of Fit Bellos be a descendant of a pure-blood noble in Italy?

Speaking of which, the magic world in Italy is also a place where wizards emerge in large numbers.

"Luce, what do you think of this little guest you brought back?"

"Father, I—"

"Luce, I don't blame you, it's your freedom to make friends with whoever you want."

"Yes, father." Lucius was a little relieved. After all, this woman was Snape's friend, not only a Gryffindor, but also very close to Weasley's brat. Lingtong, as a Malfoy, he can't let his friend's friend lose anything at his own hands. "Actually, I don't know much about this woman. At first, because Miss Bellos was too close to Severus, I reminded her a little bit. It's rare that this vulgar woman is not afraid of being blocked by several senior students. Fett Bellows' sternness made Seaver happy for a long time."

"She saved me, although the process was a bit rough-to be fair to father, I know that one should not judge a person by age, but Miss Bellows is only 12 years old. I can see that she is not the first to do something like this. She Who it is, I really want to know."

Lucius Platinum Young Master Malfoy, this is the first time that he is so un-Malfoy and wants to know what the hell is going on with this woman who is completely different from his world!