twins of hp

The store has no windows, just a black, closed door.There are many strange symbols engraved on the gate.If you get close to it, you can hear the whistling wind inside.Draco took Nancy's arm with his left hand, and pressed the palm of his right hand against the door.In the next second, they were standing in the middle of a hall whose walls and floors were all inlaid with mirrors.Several customers are making inquiries at the reception desk.

Obviously such a small face.It must have been transformed by magic, Nancy thought.She looked around and saw countless mirror images of Draco holding her hand clearly reflected on the wall.Draco in the mirror had an indifferent face and pulled her towards the reception desk.

Draco glanced at the list of tattoo artists and chose the most expensive one without hesitation.Not counting the cost of the tattoo, just the reception costs 10 Galleons an hour.

"This is not an ordinary tattoo shop. The tattoos here are magic spells spelled in runes. According to the contract, many special effects can be formed." Draco explained while stepping on the mirrored stairs upstairs. "Be careful, don't slip."

On the nameplate on the door of the innermost room, they saw the name of the tattoo artist they were looking for, Albert.

"Nancy, stay here and wait for me." Draco said softly.

Nancy nodded, watching him push the door in and disappear behind it.Not knowing how long she would have to wait, she simply looked in the mirror at the door.Fiddle with fiddling with hair.

"What I want to tattoo is the shackles. The kind where you can find the contractor at any time." Draco said without waiting for Albert to introduce.

"Then who is the contractor?" Albert asked cautiously.

"She's at the door." Draco said flatly.

"The premise is that the contractor must be an insider before he can sign the spell book contract." Albert said.

"It's up to me!" Draco interrupted roughly.He took out a bulging money bag from his pocket, revealing that it was full of Galleons.

"This doesn't comply with the regulations..." Albert said hesitantly.

Draco curled his lips, took his hand and put the money bag in his hand. "It's just a small trace shackle, nothing else. People are missing every day now, and it's always good to be prepared. But I don't want her to know. You go and prepare the French version of the contract. Don't mention the need for blood."

Albert hesitated for a while, and finally put the money bag into his pocket slowly, "Just for precaution..."

"Of course." Draco frowned.Turn around and stride to the door and pull it open.

"Are you ready so soon?" Nancy was startled by the sudden opening of the door.

"He said I was underage and needed the consent of my escort to prove that I made the decision while awake." Draco said as he let her into the room.

"Is there such a rule?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"Yeah, they were being too cautious. Just a little luck tattoo." Draco sat her down on the sofa next to the crystal table.

At this time, the tattoo artist Albert walked in through the side door.He held a contract written in golden ink in his hand and looked at the extra people in the room.A pretty girl...he shook his head.

"This is a contract, and the contractor's signature is required." He placed the contract in front of Nancy, looked at Draco and said.

Draco nodded, understanding.

Then Albert swung his wand, and a long box engraved with primitive patterns appeared on the tabletop of the crystal table.He opened the lid, took out a pen with a golden nib and a black feather inside, and said, "The nib is made by a goblin. It has a strong binding force." He handed it to Nancy, and pointed to a gold-striped pen at the bottom of the contract. The place said, "Just sign your name here."

Nancy stopped the quill just as she was about to sign it.She turned to look at Draco, who showed a slightly surprised expression, as if asking her what's wrong?

Nancy looked at the contract carefully again and found that she couldn't understand it. "This is very strange."

"Don't worry, it's not a contract of prostitution." Draco leaned on the sofa with his arms folded and watched her suspicious there.

"You don't even dare!" Nancy turned to look at him and said.

"We have to hurry up, we have to go back to school before dark." Draco urged, glancing at his watch.

"Okay..." Nancy hesitated again, but still signed her name on it.

"It's still a small step away." Draco said as he unhurriedly pinched Nancy's finger and pierced it with a silver needle that he didn't know when he took it out, squeezing out a drop of blood and falling on the contract. on the book.The moment the blood drop touches the parchment, the words seem to come alive, forming ripples like ripples.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Nancy quickly put her fingers in her mouth and squeezed them in pain.

Albert waved his wand, and the parchment slowly disappeared, leaving only a circle of golden ring-like things shining in the air. "Come with me," he said to Draco.

Draco stood up immediately and followed him into the side door, leaving a confused and annoyed Nancy behind.

After 10 minutes, they left the tattoo parlor.Nancy was still sulking.

"I assure you, there is really nothing. Because the ceremony requires this, I'm afraid you won't like it and think I'm lying to you." Draco put his arms around Nancy's waist and explained in a low voice.

"Of course I don't like it, it just looks evil," Nancy said.

"That's what ritual magic is all about."

"Draco, do you know the words on that document?" Nancy was still very worried.

"Of course, it's in French, I've read it. It's just an ordinary declaration, declaring that with your confirmation, I'm sober and a free person who can make decisions." Draco repeatedly assured.

"Show me your tattoo." Nancy looked at him, frowning.

Draco stretched out his left hand, now in the middle of the back of the hand, a line of tiny runes spread from the back of the hand to the palm of the hand, forming a closed circle, like a shackle.

"What's the use of it?" Nancy still frowned and touched it with her fingers.

"I'll be luckier with your witness." Draco said with a smile. "Your name and blood will bless it with strength."

"You don't pay for your life." Nancy squinted at him and said, "I feel like I won't know when I'll be sold out by you."

"No. Don't worry, how could I lie to you." Draco still had a swearing expression.

They went back to Hogwarts, in the dining room, Theodore was angry with someone, Elena carefully sat beside him and looked at him.

Draco was in a good mood, and the hot and sour cannelloni whetted his appetite, and he ate several.Compared with him, Pansy, who was staring at his empty plate, and Blaise, who was playing with rolling noodles with a fork, had less appetite.Anyone could see that something was wrong between them.

The next morning is herbal medicine class.At breakfast, Nancy saw Elena wearing a very beautiful jewel hairpin in her hair.Usually that place is an ugly emerald green satin or yellow polka-dot bow.Nancy told her several times, but couldn't get her to take it off.

After the weekend's sleet and sleet weather, it was replaced by more humid and colder temperatures.The temperature in the herb room was okay, but the dank, stuffy smell was also a bit overwhelming.

"How was your day yesterday?" Nancy asked Elena.The content of this class is to dig the pods in the pimple vine, and there are complaints and strains everywhere.Professor Sprout is also very kind.So Herbalism and Charms are listed as the most suitable courses for chatting.

"It's not bad. Theodore took me to a very high-end restaurant, and we bought a lot of things. I kept persuading him not to buy it, but he never listened." Elena said happily.

Nancy put on protective gloves in silence.Hogsmeade is just a small village.What can a high-end restaurant look like?She really didn't want her friend to be the kind of vain girl Draco said.

"Don't you think you changed a lot soon after you were with Theodore?" Nancy decided to say it after thinking about it.

"What has changed? For the better or for the worse?" Elena looked at her with the same smile on her face.

"I can't say, but I like you better before." Nancy said.

"The old me?" Elena froze for a moment, her smile faded a lot. "I know what you're thinking, you must think I'm with Theodore for money, don't you?" Elena asked in a low voice.

Nancy didn't answer, but her expression showed that she thought so.

"Listen, I told you last year that we are fundamentally different. If I had your face and background, I wouldn't worry about it." Elena said in a lower voice.

"I have no background. You know my parents were shortly after I was born..."

"But Professor Snape raised you up, and I think he treats you the same as his own. You also have a very famous brother." Elena interrupted her and said disapprovingly.

"None of this explains anything. Why don't you say it, because my situation has become more dangerous? You probably don't know anything about what happened in the Ministry of Magic last year?" Nancy retorted.

Elena paused for a few seconds and looked at Nancy, "You don't know my family. You don't know what I want. I only have this chance. It will be harder for me to reach the society in the future..."

"Draco said Theodore wasn't serious at all. Besides, I don't think Theodore is anything but a little money." Nancy continued to persuade her in a low voice.

"Yeah, you have such a good boyfriend, of course you don't like anyone." Elena looked at Nancy with complicated eyes, "But I'm different from you..." Her voice became more and more lower.

No one will understand how much she wants to squeeze into high society.The father's work is unsuccessful, the mother's mediocrity, and the family is crowded.All this disgusted her deeply.

If she has an incomparably beautiful face, why should she wrong herself.In that case, he would be the one standing by her side to protect her.There is only a pretty face between her and Nancy.However, it was this plain face that covered all her light.