young man returning home

Chapter 26 Past Events

"I finally understand why we went to that dark attic full of spider silk that night, and took out the Pensieve." Hermione gently shook the transparent glass tube in her hand, and there was a crystal clear liquid flowing in it.

"Can we start?" Luna asked cautiously.

Narcissa placed the Pensieve on the table in the middle with her own hands, dealt with all the details, and said nervously: "It's ok."

"...my...memories?" Hermione smiled sadly, with a stiff expression on her face.She didn't seem ready to face what was about to happen.

Lucius raised his wand——his expression was obviously not very good, and no one knew what kind of disaster it would bring to the manor due to his sudden decision.

All his previous efforts will be in vain.

Hermione tried her best to restrain her excitement. Her hand holding the glass tube shook so badly that she almost spilled the liquid rolling inside.

She walked to the table with the Pensieve, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Narcissa turned her head away; Luna's eyes wandered, she was also a little nervous, and Ravenclaw tugged at the hem of her drooping clothes, breathing heavily.

at this time--

The moment Hermione unscrewed the lid and was about to pour her tears into the Pensieve—

A haggard voice came from the corner, full of disappointment——

"Mom, are you going to betray me too?"

The boy stood there alone.No, it could hardly be said to be standing, he was emaciated and powerless, and Draco was leaning against the wall alone, a wry smile appeared on his pale face.

All eyes are on him!

"Son...son..." Narcissa choked up sobbing and almost rushed over.

"Go and rest more, Draco, Merlin is blessed and healthy." Luna said.

Hermione didn't look back, she just turned her face quietly, appearing in the boy's sight with a unique posture.From here, you can see the little girl's brown curly hair, caressing softly in the light and shadow, you can almost feel its soft and warm touch.

Her slightly raised lips are still so cute.It seems that various professional magic terms are still popping out of his mouth, and he continues to accuse Slytherin of crimes justly and righteously, and maintain the honor of Gryffindor's consistent advancement and retreat.

Tears kept flowing from the dry eye sockets, blurring his vision.On the contrary, the image of Draco in his mind became clearer and clearer. His desperate eyes and pale smile gradually moved away in the fading years.He is still the original him, but time has already run over countless cycles.

The eyes of the Malfoys gradually shifted from Draco to Hermione, and everyone in the hall was quietly waiting for an answer.

And Hermione, after a brief hesitation, finally poured the tears in the glass tube into the Pensieve!Buried headlong in deep memories!

Draco showed a slightly surprised expression, he was so pale that he could hardly maintain such an expression, and soon his eyes were full of sadness and joy.The inner turmoil is turbulent, but the surface is calm, Slytherin is always good at covering up.

Hermione just let the Pensieve lead her to find the "truth" she wanted without hesitation, and the young man who was blurred in years was leaning against the wall at this moment, and he didn't even have time to stop it.

Their real meeting was so hasty.

Hermione would no longer believe him.He always presumptuously allows his own feelings to dictate the fate of others.Never ask her if she wants to.

This time, she will use the courage of Gryffindor to rewrite the decisions that Slytherin has always been self-righteous.

She can't wait.

Can't wait to get closer to the truth, even if the truth is as hot as the sun.Of course, while burning her, it will bring light and hope.

Time is long.

And the story is finally about to begin.

"Ah! Draco! Are you ready?" Pansy's voice was shrill and piercing, almost piercing the cheerful air in the Slytherin common room, "Hurry up and change into your dress! . . . stingy Slytherin! Are you going to change your dance partner to the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family because of one of my jokes?!"

Zambini smiled maliciously, with a look of fun on his face.

"Hey! What an ugly bow tie! Blaise, taste is always a test!" Pansy pouted, and immediately turned the artillery on Blaise who was gloating.

"Miss Parkinson! Hands up." Zambini begged for mercy.

It's the eve of the prom in the fourth grade, and the sensitive teenager seems to have unpredictable thoughts.The Slytherins in the basement were all getting ready for the upcoming dance, and Draco didn't seem interested.

A little secret took root in the boy's heart.

"Draco seems a little weird lately," Pansy always complained.

"Aha, he was thinking, the youngest of the Greengrasses has all the virtues of Parkinson—if Parkinson has any. But Astoria is obviously softer and prettier than Miss Parkinson, and that's more What's the use of Parkinson's? It's not a hard choice—why is Draco always frowning?"

Blaise was holding back, and just finished the last word when Pansy's pillow flew out of his hands.

This is Slytherin in the fourth year, happy and angry, carefree.

They never thought that the haze shrouded in black magic would come back with the resurrection of the Dark Lord, and the Slytherins would live in the dark dungeon forever.The edge is in the arms.

Hermione, who is in the fourth grade, is sensitive and slender, and people's impressions are still of the nutria with big dies.Always being taunted by the damned Parseltongue in the basement, damned Malfoy!Leaving her with many imperfections in her Hogwarts career in the past four years, Draco laughed at her for no reason and cast the spell of "front teeth match stick" on her big die.Of course, it was also in the sensitive fourth grade that Hermione removed her usual indifferent big die.Miss know-it-all of Gryffindor is gradually changing.

The only thing that bothered Hermione so far was that she hadn't found a date yet.Of course, this trouble didn't last long. The Bulgarian Quidditch Seeker kindly invited Hermione. When Krum was in the fourth grade, he used great enthusiasm to make the sensitive little girl confident.

Things have their own track, and any heresy that deviates from the established track will not end well in the end.Yes, Draco believed, he had been punished.He turned down Pansy's invitation, which set the chattering Miss Parkinson on all morning.He didn't want Greenglass to be his dance partner either!

The dance is in full swing.

Draco didn't know how to deal with the change of his mentality, it would embarrass Slytherin!He shuddered at the thought of Lucius smacking his head with a snake-headed wand, babbling in disappointment, "Malfoy for no brains! Slytherins are ashamed of you!"

The old man was not easy to fool, so he began to try to restrain his overgrown beliefs. ... When did he start having feelings for the pesky nutria?In the first grade, Nutria robbed him of the No.1 title, for which he was often scolded by Lucius.Of course not at that time!If it was the second grade... He remembered, he called her a Mudblood, well, how could the young master of the Malfoy family like a Mudblood?

In third year, he always acted out of character, trying to get her attention, and the sharp Slytherin got a nutria punch for it, which made him laugh at Blaise's gang to this day.

In the fourth grade, Draco was surprised to find that the nutria with big teeth was so beautiful!Even though Hermione had been distressed about not having a date offer, when Draco wanted to do something, the Bulgarian Seeker was already at her side.

The proud Slytherin could only walk away silently.