[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

Roy couldn't bear it anymore and came out from the basement. The dim lights illuminated the dusty corridor, as if half of the roof had collapsed, and there were panicked and crying students everywhere. The pillars and the lifeless body stumbled towards the tower with the flow of people.

She heard the long, sad cry of the phoenix, which seemed to be singing a dirge.

The closer one gets to the tower, the more clearly the cries of shock and pain can be heard.

Roy saw a bruised Harry crying, and the little Weasley girl hugging him.

Hagrid came with heavy steps, holding a lifeless body, his bushy beard was wet with tears.

Dumbledore is dead.

Roy stood there and looked at Dumbledore's body in a daze. His peaceful appearance seemed to be in a deep sleep.

A sense of guilt enveloped her at that moment, her body couldn't help trembling, and her eyes searched the crowd.Hogwarts gathered many wizards, but there was no thin figure of Draco.

Suddenly there was a cold touch on the back of his hand, and Roy turned his head abruptly, and couldn't help being disappointed when he saw the person in front of him.

"Christina, don't be afraid, he's safe." Luna's reaction was calm, and she gently squeezed Roy's hand, as if to comfort her.

"Do you know where he went?" Roy asked anxiously knowing who the "he" Luna was referring to.

"Leaving with Snape."

She finally felt relieved.Looking at the people who were crying like rain, they couldn't shed a single tear. At this moment, they just wanted to escape from this oppressive and suffocating place.

This semester is not over yet, because of the war, all school courses have been suspended and exams have been postponed.

On the last day of Dumbledore's funeral, many wizards gathered, almost the entire wizarding world.

A golden luxury carriage fell from the sky, and everyone started whispering to each other when they saw the people coming. Even the Minister of Magic was so shocked when he saw Alan and Debbie that he forgot to close his mouth for a while.

The Lowies hadn't appeared in public for a long time, but they obviously didn't care about the outside world's attention, and they only dealt with the greetings of those who came. After attending the funeral, they left Hogwarts with their precious daughter.

Roy was silent all the way, staring at the sky outside the car window in a daze, and Ellen and Debbie didn't ask her any more intimately.

It doesn't matter who killed Dumbledore, the result is the same, Draco's job is done, everything will slowly get better, right?

Of course, at that time, she thought everything was too simple.

Since Draco left, Roy has been trying to contact Draco, she has called the double-sided mirror countless times, and kept sending letters to Malfoy Manor, but she has never received a response, and she has never received Draco any news.

Roy thought he was going crazy.

The mood was getting worse with the never-ending rain in London, and she had been trying her best to get in touch with Draco, but all in vain.

Until the end of the summer vacation, Roy finally saw Draco's owl, and she quickly opened the window to let the drenched owl in.

"Dear Christina:

Sorry for not replying to your letter in time, but I don't want you to visit me at Malfoy Manor.I've been thinking a lot lately, about you, about me, and the two of us.I'm thinking about the future, your future, my future, and our future together.I'm thinking about what's the best decision, for you, for me, and for both of us.

I think, in the long run, breaking up is probably the best option, sorry, Christina.

——DM”

They had been together for four years, and they couldn't even say the word of breaking up face to face. In the end, all they left for themselves was a short letter.

Roy didn't cry, really.She just felt numb. When she received this letter, she was reading an ancient magic book and preparing for a thesis for the next semester.When she sees the letter, she opens it, reads it, then closes it and goes on to her book.The heart is like still water.

That's right, even Roy doesn't know what to do next, how to talk about their future, so what else is there to say?

That night she lay in bed, listening to the bells ringing in the night, but couldn't sleep well.The satin quilt cover was newly changed, and when she buried her head in it, she smelled a soft and familiar smell, like the wind in a summer evening, causing ripples in her heart.Outside the window was the fog-shrouded London, and Roy sat in front of the window lattice with his knees folded until dawn.

What do you call it when you wake up in the middle of the night and your heart aches from missing someone?

Obviously a spell can stop this strong thought, fly over, appear in front of him, and see her immediately, but no matter how many times she raises her wand, she can't say it.They are separated by more than hundreds of miles, as if two intersecting lines, one in London and one in Wiltshire, start at such a distance, meet in the middle, and then go back and forth drifting away.

This summer vacation was very turbulent. The Ministry of Magic had been completely controlled by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and the Death Eaters had also attacked somewhere in London. Harry Potter's arrest warrants were posted everywhere in the Daily Prophet and Diagon Alley.Allen and Debbie have even banned Roy from going out for her safety. In fact, Roy was in a bad mood and didn't want to go out. He locked himself in the room most of the time every day.

Debbie and Ellen were worried about Roy, who had been since Draco sent a letter.

On the first day of school at Hogwarts, Roy opened the door and came out. Except for a bad face, nothing else happened. It looked like nothing happened.

"Christina..." Debbie hesitated to speak, looking at her eyes full of worry.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Roy responded briskly, sitting at the table and picking up a sandwich.

"How are you……"

"Except that I haven't eaten much in the past few days and I'm about to starve to death, there's nothing wrong with it. My thesis is finally over." Roy replied unhurriedly after swallowing a mouthful of the sandwich.

"Are you shutting yourself in your room these days, writing papers, Christina?" Allen raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Roy said as a matter of course, "Did you forget that I will graduate in one year?" She looked at the hazy sky outside the window, and continued to speak in her calm tone, "At least wait until I Get the ultimate wizard qualification, and then leave England..."

On the Hogwarts Express train, if you are also a Slytherin, even if you don't want to meet someone, it is impossible.Roy suddenly realized that besides Draco, there seemed to be no one he liked in Slytherin.So she simply sat in the prefect's box, and Draco deliberately avoided Roy and sat with his friends.

When approaching Hogwarts, the door and window of the box reflected Draco's figure. He looked at Roy for a second, and then opened the door of the box. Roy still kept reading without being affected at all, as if he noticed No one came in.

Draco took his luggage from the luggage rack, and when he was about to close the door, he stopped suddenly and looked at Roy for a while, his eyes seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end it was just He uttered a sentence with difficulty in his hoarse throat: "I'm sorry..."

The moment the box door closed, she was finally defeated, and tears fell on the book with a thud, blurring the handwriting.

He thought he was strong, but in fact he was just an eggshell that could be broken at the first blow. Just because of his words, his feelings burst like a tide.

It was as if glass shards had been poured out of my heart, and I swallowed it again. The bloody smell rolled in my throat, and fell into my stomach with clangs.The sweet fragments of the past turned into sharp knives, stabbing into her heart bit by bit.

In the huge box, there was only the sound of her sobbing and crying.

The author has something to say: First of all, I'm sorry, I've been away for so long, and I keep you lovely ones waiting.

Because I have my own life, my own job, and all kinds of shit that never stops.But I haven't forgotten this pitfall, after all, I have true love for the young master (laugh~

The system was reinstalled before, and I stupidly forgot to back up and save my manuscripts. Many of my writings were lost, and some of them crashed. I didn't have the desire to continue writing for a while.

But now I will try my best to keep updated, although I can't achieve the speed of the previous daily updates.

Finally, thank you for being here.