young man returning home

Chapter 12Edge

The morning at Hogwarts is filled with sweet and fragrant aroma, and the morning fog is lingering, just like the sleepy dream in the story.The surface of the lake was as calm as a stone, two figures flashed past, fleeting, leaving a string of sweeping notes on the wide and quiet lake.

Birds chirp, the wind lightly scissors.

They jumped deftly, skilfully dodged through the winding corridors, and stepped on the stone steps leading to the tower.Hermione was a little nervous, cold sweat dripped from Draco's gripped hand, Draco hissed cautiously: "Be careful, Granger, go back to your tower!"

He stands under the moving stone steps, and the warm and soft sunlight in the morning hits his body with delicate lines, like a three-dimensional stone statue stretched out by the prosperous time and still polished by the old hands.Blonde, calm, with such a beautiful smile.

"Hey!" the little witch flung his hand away, "Snacks, Slytherin, I hope our sacrifices pay off—those heavy, dusty parchment spellbooks are a real treat," she patted Stomach, light dancing on the ends of brown hair, "They're digesting in my stomach, your damn potion will settle down soon - God knows how much dust I've eaten for it!"

He gave her the warmest smile in the world, and Slytherin put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around smartly and prepared to leave: "It's a very pleasant evening! Miss Granger, I hope you are well--I hope you won't be found by Snape! "The boy bent over and backed away with a smile.

Hermione waved her hand to stop her, before she could make a sound—"Bang—" Draco bumped into the little Slytherin witch who ran out in a panic. "Greengrass?" Draco was a little surprised, looking innocently at Hermione, who shrugged slyly and remained silent.

The Slytherin girl was obviously frightened, she flinched a little, and took two steps back in confusion. "Greengrass?" The boy's voice sounded again unhurriedly.

Astoria lowered her head, flustered.

Hermione walked down the stone steps step by step, looking carefully at the little Slytherin witch.That was the first time Hermione had close contact with this beautiful little girl. Her shoulder-length hair and trembling eyelashes made her very cute.Greengrass was wearing elegant short boots, and a Slytherin uniform neatly fitted, with a small silver-green striped tie obediently falling on his chest—it was exactly the same tie as Draco's, and it belonged to Slytherin's mark.

Hermione suddenly wanted to pay attention to Draco's expression, slightly teasing.Draco may not be very familiar with this pure-blood lady of Slytherin, he called her "Greengrass" strangely and politely, and passed by the pure-blood noble ball, but only met with a few eyes.

The girl was shy and timid, and she only nodded her head slightly: "Horse...Malfoy..."

Draco walked up to Hermione, patted her on the shoulder, and said softly, "Hermione, you go back first, calm down, girl, and pretend nothing happened."

Gryffindor stepped up the stone steps leading to the tower again, and she glanced back at the Slytherins downstairs standing on both sides.Perhaps Draco is dealing with a complicated conspiracy alone.Hermione never imagined that that girl would play such an important role in Malfoy's future world.It also indirectly determines her fate.

Draco naturally noticed this tiny detail, thanks to Malfoy's usual caution.Astoria's beautiful little ankle boots were covered in mud and dust, showing the edges of a few dead leaves stuck to the soles of the jigsaw.Draco didn't think about it: "You followed us? Always?"

This undoubtedly embarrassed the girl, she was ashamed and stuttered embarrassingly: "I...I..."

"Leah," he said in a gentle voice, walked over and held the girl's trembling shoulders, "Slytherin has a long way to go, and there is only one rough road of no return, Leah, you can turn around and leave, and be your wine and silver Miss Candle, why spend your whole life imprisoned in the cold and damp dungeon of Slytherin."

The pretty little girl suddenly bowed her head and burst into tears: "D...Draco, if...if I do something wrong to you in the future, you...will you blame me?"

The boy wearily shook his right hand holding the family ring, and sighed helplessly: "Leah, you still have time to look back, there is still time. The friendship between Slytherins has always been close, and you are still a little girl , nothing will make me guilty." Draco walked around the stairs, ready to leave, and walked to the Slytherin's bottomless cage.He added softly, "You shouldn't be here, Leah."

Astoria hugged her head and sobbed violently, her thin shoulders twitched uncontrollably, her voice choked and trembled: "For that sentence 'don't blame me'! Thank you Merlin! I should have told you, I should have told you , Draco—”

The girl's weeping and rising voice attracted Draco to turn his head - "That day...in the Forbidden Forest, the day you took the unicorn blood...that was the day...Mr. Malfoy was there, I should have told you."

"My father?" Draco was stunned. "No, no, it's impossible. My father was still imprisoned in Azkaban! He couldn't come out! You know dementors..."

Astoria said: "Snape helped him, they had an idea. Perhaps when Professor Snape visited, they impetuously switched identities with Polyjuice Potion, -Mr. Malfoy It obviously took a while to do what he was so desperate to do, and Snape was willing to help him. For a while after that, it was Snape who imprisoned Azkaban as Malfoy! And your father , has been free - you and Granger were both injured that day in the Forbidden Forest... there is no doubt that Lucius was there!"

"...It was he who ended my riddled happiness, didn't he?" Draco muttered to himself, he was startled suddenly, and said in a daze: "My father was free during that time, then..." Little Malfoy thought of Snape's unusual behavior in the hut at Spider's End. Perhaps, he was falling into an invisible conspiracy.To love is to hurt.

"Leah, you're not a little girl anymore." He said helplessly and with difficulty, and then turned around to leave. The young man was emaciated, haggard and exhausted.

"You also feel that something is wrong, don't you?" Astoria called him eagerly from behind, "Forbidden Forest, it's like a terrible whirlpool! It's like a meat grinder for everyone who has nothing to do with it Cruelly shredded to pieces! There must be a devil living there!"

"Don't talk nonsense," Draco swallowed, forcing out a smile, "The Dark Lord has planted countless magic barriers in the Forbidden Forest, besides...the Forbidden Forest was originally the place where the Dark Lord used to hide, and there, everything is abnormal The phenomena are all normal. Leah, go back to the Slytherin common room," he walked over suddenly, bent down to pick up the dead leaves stuck to Astoria's feet, and said softly, "Don't follow us anymore... You will soon know that Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been two worlds."

The boy disappeared by the stone door, and the little Slytherin witch stared at her toes with big empty eyes, neither sad nor happy.

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