[HP Draco] Attendant

"Hello, Helena. I've been waiting for you to take the initiative to come to me." Dumbledore smiled at the blond Helena. According to visual estimation, it should be at the end of the fourth grade semester, when Helena learned everything. matter.Helena froze for a moment, raised her head, looked at Dumbledore, and finally opened her mouth: "I can't say much, but you are a smart person, if you don't mind I can't answer you all... ..."

"I don't mind, Miss Helena." Dumbledore sat down and sat opposite Helena. He prepared honey tea and honey cake for Helena. The chocolate bee on it was waving its wings.Helena swallowed, and said first: "My name is Helena Hellman, which is my real name—but I died once, killed by a Muggle gun."

"Excuse me, is this what you look like?" Dumbledore asked the first question.

Hellman froze for a moment, opened his mouth, and replied, "Yes."

"I'll ask again, Helena, is this what you really look like?" Dumbledore saw Helena's hesitation and asked again.

Helena hung her head, and finally, sighed.

Her blond hair gradually became darker and lost its luster, and her originally bright eyes also dimmed. She turned into the somewhat gloomy look when she was an assistant teacher of black magic. She let out a self-deprecating chuckle, with Strange emotions: "It's funny, this is my real appearance now. After I found out that I thought I was a disguise magus, I couldn't wait to change myself back to my most familiar appearance-I die The way it was before."

There was a strange pity in Dumbledore's eyes, and he motioned for Helena to take a sip of warm honey tea, before saying regretfully, "You are a poor man stuck in the past."

"...You said the same thing as my teacher." Helena held her teacup and pursed her lips again.Dumbledore blinked: "But he wouldn't say you're pitiful, would he?"

Helena opened her eyes wide in an instant. She was sure that she had never mentioned who her teacher was to Dumbledore——

"Don't be too surprised, Miss Helena, you have too many traces of his magic hair. Maybe others can't find it, but it's me after all. I think you should understand what I mean." Dumbledore said calmly.

Only then did Helena suppress her surprise, she uncomfortably curled the end of her hair, looking a little anxious.Dumbledore blinked, and then said: "If you are really uncomfortable, just change into your favorite look first. I just want to confirm your situation before I send out an inquiry."

"Thank you, Dumbledore." Helena seemed relieved, and almost instantly, she changed back to her blonde hair: "I think you should have a lot of questions."

"Indeed." Dumbledore did not deny: "After all, even students at school don't know so many secret passages, and they can't be as covert as you. What's more, you know a lot of things that haven't happened yet, for example, Without Madeleine, Hogwarts was elected. I think it would indeed be Cedric. Even if you voted for your own name, Krum would be elected because of your low will to compete. You know you always The event of the first game is a dragon, and you know that the event of the second game is to save people - at the same time, you also know that Voldemort is waiting for Harry at the end of the game, so you choose to go to the arena instead of Miss Madeleine, in order to let Mary Miss Dering was not there to lose her life.”

"You know too much, but you didn't do anything until the last step. You saved Miss Madeleine because she was very similar to you." As he spoke, Dumbledore sighed: "I think , you should know that Miss Madeleine is a natural Legilimenter."

"Yes." Helena did not deny it.

"When Miss Madeleine was six years old, her parents told me that she got the memory of a Muggle and was also killed by a Muggle's gun." Dumbledore continued.

Helena closed her eyes: "That's my memory."

"My conversation with you will be told to Miss Madeleine someday in the future." Dumbledore looked at Helena, Helena's face was full of entanglement and pain, but Dumbledore still asked: "Madeleine Miss Lin did this because she learned from a certain channel that Severus would die..."

"Because of the ownership of the Elder Wand." Helena replied, her eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her throat—this seemed beyond the scope of what she could say, but she said it anyway, Helena Zhang Opened his mouth: "It can be seen that my teacher opened a back door for you."

Dumbledore showed a strange smile, and said something that didn't fit the current topic: "Don't think that Miss Madeleine is very vicious to you, but she is actually a very good child. She, this Christmas, Gave me woolen socks."

Helena looked stiff for a moment, and finally, she pursed her lips, and continued: "In the sixth grade, you gradually became weak due to the back injury of the Horcrux, and Voldemort will kill you in order to punish the Malfoy family The task of Draco Malfoy was given to Draco Malfoy. In order not to let Draco Malfoy become a murderer, you begged Professor Snape to kill you who will die sooner or later. Finally, Draco Malfoy Knocked your wand away, but..."

"He can't do it."

"...Yes, in the end, it was Professor Snape who killed you." Helena pursed her lips and filled her own.Dumbledore continued, "Voldemort needs my wand."

"Yes, he needs the Elder Wand, but unfortunately, the Elder Wand does not recognize him as its master." Helena replied: "He didn't know that it was the magic spell that could really take away the ownership of the wand. The one who really owned the Elder Wand was Snape, because...Professor Snape killed you, so Voldemort killed him--it's a pity that the real owner of the wand..."

"enough!!!"

Suddenly, Madeleine lifted her head from the pensieve, she gasped twice, looked at Dumbledore, she knelt down in pain, and covered her head: "If she said That's true...wouldn't that be like saying, for Draco's sake, my godfather left."

"That's not correct, Miss Madeleine, because none of this will happen." Dumbledore said, walked to Madeleine's side, stretched out his hand, and patted Madeleine's back, that is The reassuring force made Madeleine's eyes sore strangely.

Normally, she would not believe Helena's words, but deep down in her heart, she knew that what Helena said was true—however, Dumbledore said that none of this would happen again.

Because it was Dumbledore who said it, her heartbeat that had been agitated when listening to Helena's words gradually calmed down.

"Because of your efforts, none of this will happen, Madeleine." Dumbledore squatted down and looked at Madeleine's level. His blue, clean eyes were full of sincerity. Delin sniffled and bent down: "I tried my best...it won't happen..."

"You really worked hard." Dumbledore repeated again, he comforted Madeleine, and joked again: "Clean up, Minerva is looking for you."

Madeleine stood up abruptly and looked at Dumbledore for a moment.

"Does this mean that my godfather will not die?"

"Theoretically speaking, as long as Severus doesn't take any more risks, I promise you, I will do my best to keep him alive."

Dumbledore replied.

"That's what we said."

Madeleine lay sprawled on Draco's bed, facing the smallpox bar, blinked her eyes, seemed a little erratic.The Christmas break is approaching and Slughorn has invited Madeleine to her party before she goes back to her dormitory, but Madeleine has once again declined, she needs a good rest and, obviously, a party Can't let her rest well.

"Draco, kiss." Madeleine sat up abruptly, stretched out her hand, and touched Draco's neck, who was doing homework. Draco froze for a moment, the ink from the quill was dripping on the sheepskin underneath. The paper is slightly, spread out a little.He sighed, turned his face, and kissed Madeleine's cheek: "What's going on?"

"I'm just happy," replied Madeleine, looking like a dog and rubbing against Draco's arms. Draco put down the pen, and used his wand to remove the scattered ink, leaving Madeleine sat in her arms: "What's going on? You beat that Brown from Gryffindor?"

"Who is she?" Madeleine asked in confusion.

"Ha, she just wanted to hit you a few days ago." Draco replied, and Madeleine remembered who she was. She hugged Draco's arm distressedly, and brought her face closer to Draco's. In front of Ke: "Kiss?"

"Hey... tell me what happened first?" Draco raised his finger and touched Madeleine's lips. Madeleine straddled Draco, her arms wrapped around Draco's neck , and smiled with narrowed eyes - Draco could see that this was Madeleine's sincere smile, and the matter was not about him, then it was about Professor Snape.

"The godfather may not die." Madeleine said to Draco: "My efforts are useful, the godfather will not die."

Draco blinked, and Madeleine's head was pressed against Draco's chest: "Dumbledore told me that the death of the godfather will not happen, theoretically speaking."

"Theoretically?" Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and patted Madeleine on the back. Madeleine raised her head, looked at Draco for a while, and nodded: "At Christmas, your cousin should be born."

"Ha, indeed." Speaking of this, Draco frowned slightly, Madeleine held Draco's face, and gave Draco another kiss with a sad face without knowing why, Draco Coe's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and Madeleine let go of her lips, and asked again, "How is it outside recently?"

"So you were in the mood to take care of outside affairs." Draco put his hand on Madeleine's waist, and continued: "It's okay, as always, will there be a big change in the situation in a while?"

"There is no way, after all, whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, they can't take the next step for the time being." Madeleine said, and Draco blinked: "It depends on that child."

"It's up to the kid."

Madeleine repeated: "Having said that, I really have a solution."

"What method?" Draco said while putting Madeleine on the table, Madeleine said with some regret: "I really can't tell you this, not because of anything else, but because I promised She can't tell."

"Her?" Draco puzzled, "Don't tell me, it's Granger!?"

"...What does she care?" This time it was Madeleine's turn to be confused.

Draco looked relieved, lowered his head, and kissed Madeleine's lips. His kiss was gentle at first, and then turned into biting—Madeleine followed his movements and rubbed Madeleine's lips. branch of hair.

Draco glanced up at Madeleine, muttering that he was not a puppy, a puppy was Madeleine.Madeleine couldn't help but kissed his forehead like a happy dog.

She really liked Draco so much.

Speaking of the child, Madeleine thought again of the dark-haired girl—the girl that Madeleine would look for when she returned to Hogwarts after Christmas.

——Also, two months.

As long as these two months have passed.

Madeleine blinked, then smirked at Draco again.

As long as these two months have passed.