young man returning home

Chapter 22 Fate is Hu Xia

In the afternoon, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the clusters of zelkova trees and chrysanthemums seemed to have experienced a scorching heat, making a crisp sound of crackling scorched leaves.After a long rain, Malfoy Manor finally ushered in a scorching summer.

Hogwarts summer vacation is about to begin.

The owls are busy again.

That strange bird named Jessica, always strayed from the flock.It deviates from the flight path of other owls, always on a level line, glides suddenly, and disappears soon.

On this hot afternoon, Hermione locked herself in the house, resentful and depressed, and refused to open the door when asked.When Jessica finally flew back, the little witch came up with a strange idea of ​​revenge.

The quill rustled on the parchment.The owl stood on Hermione's shoulder and made a strange cry or two occasionally. "Jessica, Jessica, go, deliver this letter to her!" Hermione patted the owl and handed the sealed letter to Jessica.

Jessica flapped her wings twice, dropped a feather, and flew out of the window with a "crack".

Hermione stared at the back of the solitary bird, which disappeared behind the jungle. Her heart was empty, and there was a burst of indescribable sadness.

"You're a badass It's a badass..."

Three words, repeated over two pages of parchment. ...Anyway, precious parchments can be seen everywhere in the manor, which is not considered a waste. If it weren't for her sour handwriting, the person at the other end of time would have received several thick stacks of parchment filled with these three words!

Well, I'm surprised at the look on Mrs Auror's face when she receives this letter!On the letter paper signed with her name, there was only one unfriendly word written, just like the inexplicable stack of letters she received yesterday!Surprised eyeballs are about to fall out!

Hmm... I can't understand the hatred... Hermione lowered her head and thought deeply, she should send such a letter to Malfoy...

Future, Mr. Malfoy.

The quill rustled again.

Our little witch fell asleep after she finished her mischief.Soon fell asleep.

Where's Mrs. Auror?

"Ah! Ah! Andromeda! Who did this?!" Hermione's voice was still capable and energetic, even though she was already a mother of two children.

"Child, calm down..." Mrs. Tonks smiled lightly, but she didn't come close to read the contents of the letter.

"This... this is intimidation! I have to apply for special personal safety protection from the Ministry of Magic? Huh? Ma'am, give me an opinion?" Mrs. Weasley was taken aback.

"Auror is a dangerous job, my boy, when... back then you had a lot of chances of getting a high paying job..."

"I chose Auror..." Mrs. Weasley took up the conversation with a wry smile.

Andromeda sat down and asked gently: "My good girl, has your work offended anyone? The arrest of the Death Eaters who were arrested at the beginning will inevitably be intimidated by black magic..."

"That's true..." Hermione agreed, "The Ministry of Magic is now leaderless, and the work of the Auror department will be affected to some extent... I have to seize the opportunity, promotion means salary increase, salary increase means... Ron can shut up! Of course, the office of the Minister for Magic is obviously very attractive..."

"Oh, child, you are imperative?" Andromeda squinted her eyes and nestled on the sofa, looking very much like a kind and kind grandmother at home.

"Promoted to become Minister of Magic, which means that I will dominate Ron both at home and at work! Ma'am!"

"What happened to your former Minister of Magic?" Andromeda naturally knew the details better than outsiders, but she could only pretend not to know.

"...that kid!" Hermione exclaimed, "Ma'am, do you still remember the white-haired Malfoy? I heard that he is not in good health, and resigning from the post of Minister may be very helpful for his self-cultivation. He may have listened to St. Dr. Ge's suggestion?"

"Draco? Son, you forgot, he's Black's nephew!"

"Oh, I almost forgot... your relatives..."

Andromeda smiled wretchedly, the pale sunlight shone on her body, reflecting the ancient Black style, cold to the bone.

"Ma'am! Good lady! It's time for dinner, I have to go back and cook for the children!"

The majestic Mr. Malfoy didn't even show a slight sneer or disdain after receiving this seemingly prank letter.His hands were shaking so badly that Scorpius on the side also seemed to notice something was wrong, raised his face and asked anxiously: "Father, what's wrong with you? Whose letter is it?"

Mr. Malfoy was stunned for a long time before he sighed and said coldly, "An old friend."

"Hogwarts friend? Dad, are you feeling better?"

"Sixth year at Hogwarts."

Scorpius raised his face a little puzzled.Draco patted his son's shoulder with a sad expression: "Son, it's a pity you are a Scorpio..."

"Huh?" Little Scorpius didn't understand what his father meant.

"Unfortunately," Mr. Malfoy looked into the distance, and only said something that Scorpius could never understand in his life, "Unfortunately, you are not Hercules."

The child named Hercules died in the love of moths flying to the flame when he was young.

Hermione woke up to the sound of Jessica's wings beating against the glass.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she reluctantly got out of bed, and when she went to the window, Jessica's gray eyes, which were characteristic of a sullen owl, were staring straight at her.

"Good job!" Hermione smiled at Jessica the owl.The dull bird flapped its wings excitedly, shaking off its feathers.

-- "Hush!" Hermione pinched the edge of Jessica's beak vigilantly, signaling it to be quiet.

Just as the little witch perceived, there was an unknown movement in the banquet living room downstairs.

"Kang--"

The loud sound hit the top of the head like a curse blast!

"We...whether we want to do this is still to be discussed!" It was Luna's voice.

"Hush! Lovegood, the Silencing Curse! You've used the wrong spell! It will wake Hermione up..." Narcissa's anxious voice followed the gradually subdued "loud voice", which shocked Hermione be terrified!

"I, I, I... I'm too nervous, ma'am..." Luna's voice was barely audible, gradually crushing like depressed powder in the stuffy afternoon air of the manor.

Hermione held on to the window sill and almost fell!They... must have something to hide from her!

On that eerie rainy day, she followed Lucius to the manor, and Mr. Malfoy's evasive eyes contained inexplicable hesitation.He accused Hermione sadly and painfully: "Aren't you even going to my son's funeral?"

The blond boy was well protected by his parents in the hotbed.She couldn't see it, and no one at the estate wanted her to see it.

She missed him like crazy.

Jessica was still there, the bird's nest was still there, the honeysuckle, the freesia, the pine and cypress, all the vibrant greenery of Malfoy Manor were still breathing against the sun.She felt indescribably weird.The melancholy woman is like an aristocratic vampire buried in a medieval castle and walks untouched. Although elegant and noble, she is pale and lifeless.Mr. Malfoy became more and more silent, hiding his head forever in the study, flipping through those thick magic books that could never be finished.Occasionally wearing a hood and putting on the hideous mask of a Death Eater, he hurriedly left the manor, mysterious and busy.

Ravenclaw has an unpredictable heart.The witches cultivated by Hogwarts are always so good, and they can deal with Hermione's constant questioning with ease.

"Luna, tell me, behind every breakfast that ends in a hurry—behind the well-mannered afternoon tea...what are they hiding behind their dodging eyes?" She once asked her partner like this, and of course, she solemnly said Add this sentence: "What the hell are they hiding from me?—including Ravenclaw."

Luna was taken aback, almost daring to look Hermione in the eye.After a long silence, Ravenclaw took Gryffindor's hand and pleaded solemnly and sincerely: "Give me a little more time, Hermione, we still have a lot to deal with, believe me, Hermione , we only wish to pray sincerely for your happiness—albeit in a way you don't agree with." Ravenclaw was on the verge of crying.

"Luna..." Hermione couldn't bear to ask any more.

"Trust me, Merlin bless you. - I'll always give you back what you entrusted to me. Give me time, Hermione."

Hermione tiptoed downstairs, not daring to make a sound.

Narcissa, Lucius, and Luna, the three of them were uncharacteristically, and it was rare for them to gather in the hall to drink afternoon tea in a good mood-of course, their minds may not be on afternoon tea.

Hermione tightly grasped the exquisitely carved mahogany handrails of the stairs, and slightly resisted the force of leaning forward. She didn't even dare to breathe vigorously, although she knew that the answer she was looking for might be close at hand.

The old man seemed very excited: "I know this may not be feasible! - Is there any other way for us? Sissy, my son will always understand that everything we do today is for him!"

Lucius almost roared, waving the snake head wand in his hand non-stop.

"...But, he said no, it can't be done without his knowledge..." Narcissa obviously disagreed.She turned her head and looked at Luna with a questioning look: "I need your opinion, Lovegood?"

"This..." Luna hesitated, "Ma'am, we have to calm down. After all, Draco wants to protect the girl who lives in the dream. I can't imagine what will happen when all the truth is laid out in front of her. The chaotic scene, maybe... We shouldn’t return those letters, those letters that should have been destroyed! She is instinctively approaching the truth!”

"Come on! Sissy, you shouldn't hesitate, your hesitation will destroy Draco! Now, is Draco's will still important? He...he..." Lucius said here, as if Hit a wall and can hardly speak.

Narcissa sighed. "That's why you asked Nora to give those letters to that kid? . . . I hope it's right, Tomelin."

"Sissy, you can't hide the secret hidden in time. After all, she and Draco raised that owl together. She has to know sooner or later."

……

Hermione was shaking with fear.

The author has something to say: Dear friends, I am very sorry, I just updated it now, I am very irritable, and the bottleneck computer is broken again~~ It took a long time to fix it, dizzy, I have already damaged the computer twice by the high temperature in summer~Anyway One thing is absolutely guaranteed, never give up!Thank you for your support~~