young man returning home

Chapter 19 The Ring Appears

Narcissa walked in with a blank expression, and the bedroom door was slammed shut the moment the spell was activated.The little elf Nora stepped aside, her hands were restrained in front of her chest, it was obviously a little nervous: "Husband... madam..."

The hostess of the manor nodded slightly, and said coldly and without hesitation, "Nora, you can go."

"Yes, yes..." Nora stepped back.

"return!"

Nora stopped in response, and looked at Narcissa at a loss: "Husband, madam, Nora is wrong... Nora did something wrong."

Narcissa took out a folded felt hat from her pocket and handed it to the elf: "Here, Nora, for your duty to the manor."

The elf was so excited that he almost jumped up: "Ah! Ah! Ma'am gave me a hat! A hat!" It clasped its hands, and its skinny fingers looked like sticks covered with rough bark.With tears in his eyes, the little elf hesitated for a moment, but didn't move.

"Take it quickly! Nora, happily accept the precious gift from the mistress, oh no, soon you will have no master, you are free! Thank you Merlin." Hermione urged the dazed elf to accept Narcissa For fear of a slight hesitation, the noble hostess would change her mind.

Nora raised her eyelids, and a big teardrop rolled down immediately. It stretched out its arm a little timidly, and just when the thin hand like a dry branch was about to touch the little felt hat that Narcissa raised, it suddenly struck like lightning take it back.The elf timidly pointed at her finger: "Thank you Ma'am... Nora, Nora can't have..."

"Nora..." Hermione was a little surprised.Getting a gift from the master and being free may be what all house elves dream of.Nora gave up this opportunity so easily.

Narcissa interjected calmly: "Such gifts don't come every year. There are hundreds of elves serving the family in Malfoy Manor. They have no chance to get the clothes presented by the master after working all their lives," the noble lady said slowly. Folding the little felt hat to make it look like the original one, she added leisurely, "Lucius won't be in such a good mood as I am."

Hermione realized that the elf Nora might have lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and indeed, Narcissa wasn't always in such a good mood.

Nora drooped her eyelids limply, looking terribly sad.Its eyelashes were still clinging to broken teardrops, shining brightly.The elf kept pointing fingers: "No, Nono, Nora has served Malfoy Manor for so long... No, Nora knows what the young master wants..."

Narcissa's face suddenly sank: "If you still have a master—then, I order you, shut up!" She angrily threw the little felt hat on the ground and shouted, "If you are for Hello Draco, please leave now!"

The elf was at a loss: "Yes, yes, ma'am, Nora will leave immediately."

It only backed away, and the moment it turned around, it turned around and gave Hermione a meaningful look.

Hermione froze for a moment, her whole body trembled as if struck by lightning.

"Wait...wait," Narcissa stabilized her nerves, and her tone gradually softened, "I...I take back my gift—if you are willing to stay in the manor, Nora. For your concern for my son— I think I should apologize, for...for my son..." Narcissa was almost crying, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she was trying to restrain her emotions.

"Good lady, Merlin bless the young master..." Nora the elf left the room and quietly closed the door behind her.

Only Hermione and Narcissa were left in the room.

Hermione was vaguely disturbed, and she was eager to know about Draco's situation - even if it was not good news.

"Ma'am, I... I don't think I understand..."

Narcissa took out a thin handkerchief, and gracefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Hermione, you didn't call me that before." Her voice was soft and rhythmic, which made Hermione suddenly think of the place where Draco brought her to That afternoon at the manor, the scene where I met Narcissa at the stairs.But she suddenly couldn't remember what she called the noble lady in front of her at that time.

"Huh? Mrs. Malfoy, I...I..." Hermione was a little nervous, this was the first time she had faced Narcissa alone, although Draco's noble mother was not as difficult as she thought.

"What do you call Andromeda? I don't think it's rude to call her by her first name."

"Andromeda?"

"Well," Narcissa nodded, "my sister, I think you have heard of it."

Hermione was a little embarrassed, she pursed her lips, not knowing how to accept Xisha's words.

"Traitor to the pure-blood family, shame on Black..." Narcissa smiled, sounding like she was telling an irrelevant story.Her tone is still bright and uplifting, with the liveliness and lightness of a girl.

"Hu... ma'am?"

Narcissa sat down on the sofa, her dress reached the floor, she looked like another Andromeda! "Shame?" Mrs. Malfoy played with the wand in her hand, and laughed softly, as if talking to herself in a soft tone: "Sissy has done crazier things than her!"

Hermione dragged her nightgown and got up from the bed with no shoes on. She almost hopped up to Narcissa on her tiptoes and lay lazily on the sofa, listening carefully to what Draco's mother said she wanted to say .Perhaps, such a trivial story also includes the childhood life of the blond boy, which is what Hermione is willing to hear!He was born in a wizard family, his father and mother were both prominent and ancient pure-blood families, he grew up sucking the smell of butter beer, gnawed on chocolate frogs and practiced Quidditch crazily, when he was less than five years old, he grew up Falling off the broom, with a bruised nose and bruised face, he was lying on the stone bench in the corridor discussing the beard lengths of previous Hogwarts principals with Theodore Blaise.He grew up on the manor, living in stories unimaginable in a Muggle child's childhood.

Until the summer when Slytherin met Gryffindor, what kind of baptism of ice and fire should have been experienced.

She suddenly thought of him that way.

Narcissa opened the window - of course, she only needed to use her wand to do this, she didn't even move her body, she was still sitting opposite Hermione, her gestures were graceful.

The light of the star shines in through the open window, and the moonlight pours over the ground.This is Draco's room. Did the proud young boy who never looked up at the starry sky ever stare at the sky and earth under the starry sky in such a night?Maybe he used to sit in the silvery moonlight and miss her.

Narcissa straightened her long skirt—this action was very similar to Andromeda.Narcissa's rising tone attracted Hermione to look over: "18 years, I have been Malfoy for 18 years, but I have never forgotten that I used to be a Black," she paused, a little unexpectedly sad, "Andromeda, Bella, together with Sirius, is a real Black in his bones, proud, stubborn, and hurting his relatives who are connected by blood..."

"Ma'am, would you mind telling me your story?" As soon as the words came out, Hermione was terrified by her audacity.

"Haha," Mrs. Malfoy giggled, "What a bold and funny little girl! No wonder Draco is obsessed with you..."

Hermione lowered her head, with surprise and shyness written all over her face, she never knew, when did Draco's mother figure out what happened between them?

"Okay," Narcissa waved her hand, "rest early. I may be willing to talk when I'm in a good mood, you know, the rebellious Miss Black has almost turned my only son into a tapestry A hole in the…”

It turns out that Narcissa really knows everything!Did Draco tell her?Hermione was full of doubts.

"It's unexpectedly beautiful!" The little girl snapped her fingers, "The tapestry of the Black family is not coordinated at the moment, and it will indeed look better with a hole."

"I'm not my stubborn mother!" The former Miss Blake stood up slowly from the sofa holding her long skirt and said with a smile.

"Good night. Madame, are you going?"

"Good boy," she called Andromeda, "good night. I hope you will be at ease. You will have a friend to visit you soon, and I think you will be glad to receive it."

"Draco?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Narcissa's smile froze on her face, and she immediately waved her hands, trying to make herself look calmer: "Don't think too much! You are wearing that child's nightdress! The guest in a few days will be a beautiful girl."

"Hu... Ma'am..." Hermione tried to stop her.

Sure enough, Narcissa turned her head, looked Hermione up and down meaningfully for a while, and sighed deeply: "My child? Is that ring in your hand?"

"What... what?" Hermione didn't respond for a moment.

"Draco is such a nonsense child!" Narcissa shook her head helplessly, "Forget it, there is no reason to take back the gift given, that engagement ring from the Malfoy family... put it in your place, he will feel at ease."

Hermione stood there in a daze, and it took a while to realize: "Husband... ma'am, then, that was a dream!" She was a little incoherent, "In the dream, Draco did wear a ring for me with engravings on it. The Slytherin serpentine... I know it doesn't belong to me, though I wish it was real. Just wishing, ma'am, no offense."

"It only belongs to Mrs. Malfoy for generations!" Narcissa smiled vaguely on her face, as if she was nostalgic for the long time buried in the dust, "When I was the third miss of the Black family, Lucius took Kneel in front of me with that ring, and tell me so."

Hermione bowed her head, a shadow fell over her eyelids, and her long eyelashes covered the flowing expression in her eyes.

"You have to know that a man who is willing to kneel down in front of you and propose marriage is always so charming. Malfoy's 'sweet words' are so touching!" Narcissa smiled calmly, "Son, tell me, at that moment you I love him, right? I have to know if Draco’s sincerity has been paid wrongly... That indifferent child, in the manor for a while, would always be in a daze alone in a daze. You are from that It's time to start, isn't it?"

"One month, ma'am," Hermione answered her truthfully. "But ma'am, that day will never come again, will it? I mean, Draco would willingly kneel before me..."

"One month? More than that." Narcissa was thoughtful, "You still say such stupid things, isn't that ring already given to you?"

"Ma'am, that was just a dream...Draco did do that in the dream." She paused, then said, "I really want to never wake up." "

Narcissa raised her hand suddenly and aimed her wand at Hermione.The little girl was so frightened that she was at a loss and could only back away again and again.

A spell flowed from Mrs. Malfoy's lips and teeth: "Reveal all!" She put away her luxurious wand and looked at Hermione with an unbelievable expression in satisfaction.

"No! It's impossible!" Hermione almost fell to the ground, "It's a dream! It's just a dream!"

"Little girl, you got all the stolen goods!" Narcissa laughed loudly on purpose, "The ring is on your hand! Ha!"

Hermione looked down.The ruby ​​ring engraved with the Slytherin logo was firmly on her left ring finger!Snake Xinzi was dyed blood red by the light of the surrounding rubies.

"This...is just an unrealistic dream!" Hermione murmured.

Narcissa sighed: "How I wish, this is really just a dream! My son...is dreaming!"

Hermione stroked the luxurious gemstone ring on her ring finger over and over again. It turned out that it had always been there, and it was well hidden by the invisibility spell.

"Little girl, go to bed early, the thing that surprises you is yet to come." Narcissa said good night, turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Hermione was the only one left in the empty room.

And the breath left by Draco.

The author has something to say: The author is in retreat for the exam! ! !This chapter is a manuscript box. . . . .Welcome to exchange, the author will reply when he exits customs~~~