young man returning home

Chapter No.17 Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water

She dragged on a tattered wizard black robe, a weird hood that almost covered her entire face, and her pale and chapped lips had no trace of blood.Only the smooth and full forehead faintly exposed between the brown curly hair made it barely recognizable as the face of a young woman.

The gloomy Pig's Head pub is barely illuminated. After the horror of the black arts, fewer and fewer wizards came here, and people had to carefully avoid possible risks.Very little sensitive information is still passed through the mouths of the drunkards.

"Bad year!" The wine glasses clashed harshly, and the disgruntled owner was clearly drunk.

"It's really a fateful year!"

"Tsk tsk," the old man tremblingly raised his wine glass, and the full bottle of butterbeer fluctuated with his trembling lines, and kept spilling out, "Dumbledore is dead! Dead! Good people are dying, so what hope is there! "

"'He' is back... that person is back..." The alcoholic could only suppress his crying because of the intense fear, which made his voice sound even more terrifying.

"Shh! You don't want to die!"

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Hermione was lying on the table, and the sound of twos and threes came to her ears intermittently. She turned over and pulled the hood even lower.Empty wine bottles are sparsely piled up on the table, and faint light flows in through the gaps, presenting colorful and flowing colors on the glasses.

This was her third day of waking up and falling asleep in the Hog's Head pub.Day three of Draco's disappearance.

Every night before the curfew at Hogwarts, Ron would come here to find her, standing silently in front of her, no longer laughing and bluffing like before. War is indeed a difficult growth, and each of them is in the black terror , become gradually silent, gradually strong.

Hermione rubbed her sore head that was almost bursting, mumbled like a baby: "...it's not easy, give up dating Lavender...run to this smoky place..." Her vision gradually blurred Here, the laughter is brilliant.

Ron caught the wobbly Hermione without any blame: "Hermione, Hermione, we have to go back...the world is not peaceful..."

"It doesn't matter, no one will recognize me," Hermione tugged on the tattered black robe she deliberately dressed up, and she simply grabbed the hood, revealing her curly long brown hair, and said half-truth while breathing out alcohol Fake drunken words, "Even I don't recognize myself!"

Ron was taken aback, grabbed her hand and wanted to drag her away, only to find that her exposed hand was as cold as ice.His nose was slightly sore, and he couldn't bear it: "Let's go quickly, before the curfew. The Death Eaters are on a day, and no one is safe. Now Snape is the acting headmaster, you know, Parseltongue Strange temper..."

Hermione threw his hand away regardless, she was obviously drunk, and laughed hoarsely: "Snape? Haha, Snape! Don't think I don't know what good things he did! The day at Spider's End Lucius didn't know I was there, so he drank Polyjuice Potion and turned into Snape to deceive his son! — You know, Lucius was still in Azkaban at that time! It must be him Mr. Snape, an old pal of yours, tricked the negligent Dementors with Polyjuice Potion - or something better, and they swapped identities, letting damned Malfoy get away with it!"

"Mal... I think he must have more important things to do-even though they are friends, Professor Snape will not judge right from wrong-well, Hermione, don't think about it, let's go back." Ron He wasn't even half surprised—for Hermione's seemingly drunken gibberish.He just patted Hermione on the shoulder, reassuring her.

Hermione suddenly grabbed her hair like crazy again, and cried loudly: "Damn! Malfoy! I actually mentioned this damn name again!"

Ron was slightly stunned, as if he knew it clearly: "One day you will find that everything we do is to protect you."

"Don't let me hear the Parseltongue tone in your mouth!" Hermione raised her head with clear eyes.

Pig's Head Bar.

Draco had the best smile ever left here.

They were together for a whole month.

That's what she suggested: "Go to the Muggle neighborhood for coffee forever, aren't you tired?"

"Why don't you go to the Hog's Head? It's a little risky though—acquaintances show up there all the time."

"What if I meet Slytherin?" The little girl was still a little worried.

"Then I'll tell him, hey! Dude! What's the point of gossiping? Slytherin is marrying Gryffindor, will the party be without you?"

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At the end of the crescent, Draco seemed to be getting heavier every day, even though he was happy inside.He was happy any time he was with Hermione.

Hermione looked at Draco's furrowed brows - Slytherin always had an elusive heart: "Draco, what are you thinking?"

He smiled and squeezed her hand tighter: "Nothing. I was wondering, potted greenery or outdoor honeysuckle, which would you prefer? Or we can replace those noisy oil paintings on the walls with medieval hemp How about melon style? I want our home to be closer to the life of Muggles. When Hercules grows up, we will take this naughty boy who eats chocolate frogs to watch the Quidditch World Cup together. ...Little witch, I also want a little witch with big teeth, Hermione, our Hercules should have a little sister who looks like you..." He looked forward to their future days, and his voice The thread gradually choked.Draco reached out to grab Hermione, and kept whispering in her ear: "Hermione, Hermione..."

"D... Draco..." Hermione was a little suffocated by him, and the little witch was at a loss for Slytherin's strange reaction, "We... we... Draco, you, what's the matter with you ?”

The little girl who was dazzled by the sudden happiness has never thought that her happiness is like fine sand on her fingertips, flowing unconsciously.Slytherin is like a king looking down on the world, cruelly and self-righteously controlling other people's feelings, how can he ignore her feelings, and abandon the happiness she regards as life like a broom?But his pain was clearly so real, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were full of unfathomable loneliness, he put his arms around the little witch's shoulders, and murmured over and over again: "Hermione, Hermione..." He reached out and touched it. Not enough, as if waking up, the illusory happiness collapsed like a dike.Everything is just a dream.

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