young man returning home

Chapter 40 Narcissa's Story

[-], autumn.

The heavy mountains are as green as Dai.

Like the whole string of pearls held up by Aphrodite when she rose from the deep sea, the lake is inlaid among the green grasses of rosin.The coolness of the Scottish suburbs in late autumn permeates the bone marrow, the blue sky and green land, the vast fields, and the sound of the siren dragging the arteries of time——

This is Hogwarts, the autumn of [-].

The rotten wood is fragrant, and in every quiet stone carving path, there is a ticking and flowing time.Drop by drop, like flowing water.If one could still hear the breathing of the Slytherin ancestors in the long silence of the long corridor, the huge wall clock ticked by an inch, and the old Slytherin chatted to each other, striding forward in front of the dark Slytherin dungeon. A kind of belief similar to totem worship, so for Narcissa, she would rather cover her ears and shake her head willfully and desperately--obviously the prosperous sunshine outside is more attractive, lying on the full green grass and rolling, The dew that had accumulated all night wet the well-mannered academic uniform, and the fragrance of green grass filled the nostrils.

That was Narcissa's first year at Hogwarts.The corridors of Slytherin are old and heavy.The basement is not exposed to sunlight all year round, and every cell is beating with the smell of rotten time.

She wants to go out and play.fly a kite.Maybe learn to lie.Andromeda has a cloth bag full of Muggle fairy tales, and every night in Black Manor, she sleeps in her sister's soft nursery rhymes.She wanted to learn to tell a little bit of a lie, like the long-nosed Pinocchio in Muggle fairy tales, and when her nose was long enough, she would fly on a kite.

What a happy life for a Muggle child, she thought, flying without a broom.Beautiful nursery rhymes are packed in rose stamens, take out a big mouth to chew before going to bed, and sleep with a sweet dream at dawn.Andromeda told her a lot of Muggle stories, and Domeda became more and more beautiful when she grew up. Sometimes she would tell stories about Capulet and Montague, and then she would sit silently in the moonlight and weep.The young Narcissa couldn't understand, and always raised her head in doubt and asked her: "Domida, are you crying? Are you unhappy?"

Andromeda raised her head, and tears flowed down her beautiful face. She touched her little sister's head and said, "Sissy, when you grow up, you will understand..."

"For what? Domeda."

"For love," her eyes were still full of tears, but she didn't look unhappy, "Sissy, it's for love."

That was all she knew of the Muggle world.There are Pinocchio's long nose, kites, fairy tales, flowers and poems, which can make Andromeda cry under the moonlight.

So, she wasn't mad when the squirrel-born Alks bumped into her.Gryffindor picked up the dropped book and handed it back to her, and she even smiled and said "thank you".

This matter was laughed at by pure-blood Slytherins for a long time, and Bella even came to warn her: "Sissy, stay away from that Arkes!" She exaggeratedly exclaimed: "He's a Gryffindor! Damn it!" Yes, he's even... even a bitch!"

Maybe it was Knott's complaint, Malfoy's follower!

At this time, Narcissa had been standing in front of the third protruding brick on the left at the door of the Slytherin basement for a long time.This is the secret base for her to contact her sisters.

She squatted down and knocked hard on the third brick: "Alibaba open the door! Alibaba open the door!"

The spell Bella invented, the name she thought of.It was frustrating, Bella said, that the youngest of the Black girls was still as childish as a baby in the cradle. ——In the first year when she finally quit Xue Baoqiu, her sister beat her like this.

Brick finally jumped out.

"Bellatrix."

The signature is like this.Written in the center of the brick body.

Narcissa stuck out her tongue, took out her wand, and tapped her body lightly: "Reveal!"

The cursive began to flip, and Bella's name disappeared.Instead, Bella's smiling face reflected on the blue bricks:

"Sissy, Mom sent a big box of snow treasure balls, you won't eat them anyway, so just leave them here with Domita and me..."

Narcissa pouted.

"I told my mother not to send it in the future, because eating too much will damage my teeth..."

Narcissa grimaced.

"In the future, you are not allowed to eat snacks casually, and you have to report to me and Domeda once a day..."

Miss Narcissa sighed: "Sister, when... when are you graduating?"

"There are still two years." Bella stretched out a finger from the blue brick, touched Narcissa's skirt, and retracted again: "Sissy, come out and find us! See you in the grove!"

"Okay... sister..." The little girl lowered her head, staring at her own feet, and was stunned for a while.Bella gave her a kiss, and the smile disappeared.The protruding blue bricks retracted again.

The stone walls rattled and came together again.The secrets of the three Black sisters are hidden in the blue bricks.

Miss Narcissa stood at the base of the wall, shaking her head boredly, stood on tiptoe for a while, and saw the Gryffindor tower from the window.The sun is dazzling.

Let's hope Bella doesn't come along.

Hopefully.

Yes, Miss Narcissa was made to stand, damn Potions professor!

That was the ill-fated Hogwarts first year of Third Miss Black.

She just fell asleep lying on the solid wood desk, drooling a little by the way.Oh, and maybe a little sleepy talk by the way: "Snow ball, snow ball, Sissy's snow ball—please come back!"

It's just that, I made a little mistake.The old-fashioned Potions professor just slammed his wand over: "Blake, do you review the knowledge of potions in your dream? ——I'm so touched."

The whole class laughed.

"Miss Black, please go out to bask in the sun for a while, my suggestion is - sleeping in the sun is obviously much more comfortable than our cold classroom."

That's how she was called out.

"Oh, sir, you are right, Slytherin's classroom hardware is really bad. By the way, I would like to remind the board of directors that they should also donate some money to improve the classroom conditions, so as to improve the students' learning...sleep...sleep...quality... ..." Miss Sissy shook her curly blonde head like a rattle, these were the last words she said before leaving the class. ——Of course, she also politely handed the wand back to the professor: "Sir, your wand." The third lady rubbed her painful head and pouted dissatisfiedly: "Oh, maybe it used to be in Diagon Alley. Made a bad choice at Ollivander's."

She sighed, before she could eat the snow treasure ball, she was already here when she woke up.

Her stomach was growling. Miss Narcissa thought for a moment, waved her wand, bound the mourning face into a spell, and flew out: "Sister, Sissy is so hungry. Domeda, send me some food." Come on, Sissy is punished to stand in the corridor. By the way, don't tell Bella..."

She rubbed her hungry stomach, and tiptoed boredly to look at the world outside the window.The Gryffindors were training Quidditch on the playground, and the roaring figures were blown into the wind. The lion on the college uniform was waving its minions flamboyantly, and the wind of the king was undoubtedly seen.

Narcissa yawned, and lazily muttered: "Domida, you're not here yet..." When she looked up, a face was stuck outside the glass, which shocked her severely: "You you you ……Who are you……"

"Alks." The boy rubbed his wind-blown hair apologetically, "We're practicing Quidditch...Miss Narcissa is... being punished?"

Sissy rolled her eyes: "Are you Gryffindor?"

"Are you Slytherin?" The boy imitated her tone and smiled, revealing a set of neat and beautiful white teeth.

"Nonsense, the Black family hasn't produced a Gryffindor for thousands of years!" The angry Miss Sissy pouted and blushed, she looked so cute.Of course, in Miss Narcissa's first year at Hogwarts, Sirius, the rebellious boy of the Black family, had not yet entered the school.

"Okay, little Slytherin, how boring it is to stand here! Shall I take you out for a flight?" The boy warmly invited.

"Why did Sissy agree?" Miss Black put on airs.

"I bumped into you that time, and all the books fell on the floor! -- just as an apology, okay? Miss Sissy."

She happily started to climb the window, and said, "My legs are sore from standing! But you shouldn't call me Sissy, only Mom, Bella and Domeda can call me that... Oh, yes, you can call me Sissy!" There's Sirius and baby Regulus..."

Alex laughed: "Why?"

"Sissy is Blake's pet name! Stupid!"

Miss Narcissa's second year at Hogwarts.She started to get close to Alks. Bella was in the sixth grade, and her homework was heavy, so she had no time to supervise her.Domeda loves all good things, and she sees nothing wrong with Sissi making more friends.

She was like an unrestrained pony, pestering Alks around every corner of the Muggle neighborhood.At that time she didn't know what the threat from the tapestry, the charred hole, meant in Black's world.

She sometimes felt that the Slytherins were pointing at her, and the dull third lady didn't know why.Until one day, when she passed by the senior Slytherin with a stack of books, Malfoy's little follower, Bennott, whistled and said to his partner, "Lucius, how is that blond chick?"

"What do you think?" The haughty Malfoy raised his neck.

"Beautiful! Blonde stunner!" Nott snapped his fingers.

She heard Malfoy snort: "Dirty blood!"

By mistake.The little blond beauty is going to find Alexis, the little wizard of Gryffindor.

Narcissa suddenly squatted on the ground sadly and wanted to cry.It was not because of the vain sense of bloodlines, nor because of Lucius' unsavory sarcasm. Miss Black finally began to understand where the gossip of the Slytherins came from. Kesi pulled away.

Of course, there is no consciousness of love. Narcissa, who is in the second grade, only thinks that the little boy is cute and kind, and it is very happy to be with him.

How sad it would be if they were to separate for inexplicable reasons.

It's even scarier than a whole garden of roses wilting.

Sorcerer's spell.

Andromeda slept all night with her in her arms:

"Sissy, the flowers will bloom tomorrow."