[HP] Tsundere from afar

Until I saw Rita the next day.That moment with Skeeter, my mind was still full of gooey stuff.This woman was still wearing bright red lipstick, and her delicate face was covered with thick powder. She was carried by Greyback into a small study room that I specially used to practice spells in a panic.

Greyback's face is full of undeveloped beards, his fingernails are very sharp and dark, and his wolf-like aggressive eyes always make me feel uncomfortable, although he is no longer like this. It's been a day or two.

Rita.Skeeter was thrown in front of me by him. This female reporter, who used to be arrogant and a bit obscene, is now like a sheep among wolves, just like me at the time.

Sympathizing with each other can't make me have extra sympathy for this woman.

"Master asked me to watch you practice, Eve." Greyback looked at me with a slight smile, his evil eyes made me uncomfortably wander around me, so that I couldn't concentrate at all Focus on what to think about.

"Here's your new toy, Lestrange is on a mission." His sharp nails touched my hair in an irregular manner, and a sense of crisis emerged spontaneously.

"You can go out." I turned to stare at the werewolf and said unfriendly, my feet were a little weak but I still tried my best to put on Bella's aura.Recently, I have started to skillfully use this kind of fake tiger's power to achieve some things. This way of using it makes me more and more like the old Slytherin.

Although I hate this change, I must learn to change.Because Malfoy Manor is full of bad wolves, if I don't adapt here, I will be eliminated soon.

He squinted his eyes slightly as if looking down on me: "But the master said..."

"I don't think a werewolf can guide me to study." I retorted flatly, "It's useless for you to stand here."

Greyback suddenly laughed, and it was obvious that he was a little angry. This kind of anger caused Greyback to pull my hair directly. He leaned close to my wrinkled face and gritted his teeth: "How dare you?"

I broke free and raised my wand at him, aiming straight at him without trembling: "Get out."

"Don't make me say it a second time." I stared straight at Greyback with my blue eyes, without suppressing my inner disgust at all, and tried hard to imitate Bella's decisive posture that would go crazy in the next second.

But Greyback was such a bully that he didn't back down.Even approaching me step by step in this deserted study room, the animal eyes made me feel uneasy and frightened, so I waved my wand directly.

"Passed out!"

However, the speed of the werewolf is really fast, and my mentally retarded spell just hit a certain cabinet, and I couldn't even catch the afterimage of Greyback passing by.Frowning, I waved my wand again at Greyback, who had escaped unharmed: "Stunned!"

"Fuchsia!"

"All petrochemical!"

I kept waving my wand and using some spells I could use to hurt Greyback, but the werewolf seemed to be playing with my feelings. He avoided my attacks time and time again, and didn't even use his wand to confront me head-on.Greyback hurt me intentionally or unintentionally, and then I felt a pain in my scalp and couldn't help covering my head.

This simply made Rita who was sitting silly by the side.Skeeter is watching the show.

"Burning flames!"

In the end, he even laughed at me wildly and viciously, with a few strands of golden hair that had just been torn from my head hooked on his sharp claws: "You are really the gentlest wizard I have ever seen, Eve."

I don't think those childish spells are going to do anything, I need more power and a wand in this situation, no doubt, and I know the spell of that spell.

So I squeezed the wand tightly, and my body was full of all kinds of negative emotions that were about to spew out.A spell that has been lingering on my lips recently really wanted to blurt out, as if I was ready to go, I was extremely nervous and pointed my wand at Greyback silently, and smiled very stiffly: "Maybe you would like to My new toy, Greyback? Surely the master won't mind."

I nodded very positively and didn't even want to see Greyback's very impolite face again.

Then I waved my wand with the gesture that Bella had always taught me, and a certain spell came out of my mouth very smoothly. This disgusting Bala werewolf gave him a big beating----

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Great, I got my ticket to Azkaban because of this disgusting Bala werewolf.

But I'm numb to even hugging Voldemort, so what if I enter Azkaban... I have to say that Voldemort is really a magical genius, he actually made me use Cruciatus successfully.

After chasing away Greyback, the big bad wolf, I sat back on the sofa in the study with my wand in my hand and thought about it for a long time.

Rita.Skeeter tremblingly remained silent, her rosy mouth was tightly pursed, but her well-defined eyelashes still occasionally lifted up and down, obviously not being honest in her heart.But compared to this hateful but useless female reporter, I actually hate Umbridge even more.

I don't know why, maybe she is really hateful, and now I really want someone who is more miserable than me to soothe my inner anxiety.

"You shouldn't be able to live." I tilted my head.

And Rita.The moment I spoke, Skeeter's face became flustered. She knelt down in front of me and begged me, her words were so confused that she didn't look like the obscene woman I saw when I was in the fourth grade: "Please , I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!”

"Of course you'd better die." With my wand, I slowly pushed her messy bangs behind her ears. This simple movement actually made her look at me in horror, "If you want to survive, then Gotta learn to be smart."

Her legs were still trembling subconsciously, and then she nodded abruptly, as if she was afraid that I would also give her a heart attack.

I suddenly felt that she should look like me begging Voldemort for my life, but I am not Voldemort, I am Hufflepuff from beginning to end.

"I suggest you." I imitated Bella's somewhat paranoid energy and approached the female reporter's ear, "Pay attention when writing books, such as the very targeted "Life of Dumbledore." and Lies."

"Also, don't tell anyone these things, forget about it."

She crawled on the carpet very docilely, like a dog nodding to its owner.I suddenly understood why Voldemort likes power, which is scary and fascinating. Because of power, many things that I hated before can be easily destroyed, and many things that I like can be easily owned. It will be another world before your eyes.

It's a little strange and easy to be obsessed with this feeling, as if everything can be controlled---

But damn it makes me feel that the three views are ruined.

I finally let Yakele take Rita.Skeeter was sent back to her original residence.

After all, I am not a pervert, my three views are normal, and I cannot do some reckless things.

But my current fate is a bit miserable. Before I became a Death Eater, I had never been refreshed. This time I was refreshed a bit miserable.

Voldemort knew about my learning of the Cruciatus Curse, and he "celebrated" my success in learning in front of everyone. He rolled up my sleeves a little crazy and satisfactorily: "Today, for our Hufflepuff!"

He stretched out his wand and pierced my arm, a kind of sharp pain pervaded, and after my blood flowed out, some kind of black substance also penetrated, bringing a heavy feeling to my arm Strap on something that I can't break free from.I looked at my fair arms and felt a little unsatisfactory. I didn't realize anything until the non-mainstream imprint was revealed on the arm a little sharply.

Only the core Death Eaters are eligible to have the Dark Mark, and joining the core queue may mean killing or torturing, reborn.

I was being crazily pulled back and forced to grow up with some horrible stuff.

I had been silent that day, and I was sitting by the window looking up at the moonlight when Draco came to my room.

"Eve?"

"Draco." I pulled him to sit down and said a little quietly, "Show me yours."

I stretched out my hand and rolled up his black sleeves. When the sleeves moved up, the young man’s strong, pale arm was gradually revealed. On that arm was a black imprint, like the most evil and ugly tattoo, and I exactly the same ---

I caressed this tattoo symbolizing some bad things carefully, and Draco's body even moved back a little nervously. After he became a Death Eater, he was rarely so nervous and timid.

"Stop looking, Eve." Draco rolled up his sleeves a little embarrassedly.

"It's not ugly." I showed Draco the biggest, stupidest and most dazzling smile, "Men with tattoos have stories."

I rolled up my sleeves, exposed the still warm imprint under the moonlight, and looked at Draco with a squinting smile: "We are the same now, Draco."

I didn't see Draco's face clearly at the end, because he took me into his arms, me facing the moonlight, and his back against the moonlight.His reassuring shoulder was hypnotic, but it also made me start to wake up.

This mark makes me feel a little weird, every time I see Voldemort, it always hurts faintly.It seems to remind me of Voldemort's existence all the time, although I try to ignore it as much as possible.

Lately Voldemort has been pointing at a certain wizard in front of me from a distance, saying in that commanding tone, flat and menacing: "Punish him."

So I raised the wand subconsciously, but when I held the wand, I didn't have the firmness that I faced Greyback last time, but was very cowardly.I couldn't bear to see the middle-aged wizard in front of me screaming in pain under my spell. I've seen other Death Eaters do this kind of torture before, but when it was my turn, it was obviously not that pleasant.

"You can use it, Eve." Voldemort was very satisfied with me: "Good girl, you know."

I poked my neck back and lifted my chin slightly, not in the slightest doubt that if I didn't do something within ten seconds, Voldemort would throw me into some little accident, and he could do it.

I've been desensitized by Voldemort's threats, and I feel old.And I very sensibly chose certain options that worked for me.

Which is more cruel, torturing others or torturing yourself?In fact, they are all cruel and there is no comparison.

But cruelty is no good excuse for kindness.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

A red beam of light flickered at the top of the wand and rushed directly to the middle-aged wizard in front of him. He suddenly curled up, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he looked at me with pain in his eyes.This made me stop involuntarily, unable to continue.

I almost wanted to rush to the middle-aged wizard and apologize to him.

"Go on, Eve."

"I'm a little tired, master." I bent my body and bowed slightly to Voldemort, but he obviously felt that I was not very knowledgeable about current affairs, so he dismissed my opinion and let me continue directly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Critical Carpal Bone!"

I don't think this man's scream is pleasant at all, it makes me very sad as if it is stabbing straight into my heart and lungs, and he looks at me from resentment to fear at the beginning.It's funny to say, I guess it's the first Hufflepuff to scare people.

sorry Sorry sorry.

In the end, I hung down the wand with trembling hands, and continued to numb my nerves during the next spellcasting, and the output of magic power made me collapse.I need to meditate on Hufflepuff's academic spirit almost all the time to keep myself from being driven crazy by this high-pressure environment---

We are upright, loyal, kind, and fearless.

We are honest, loyal and kind...

Now I suspect that I can't even do the first one.

How dark today is, how dark tomorrow will be, let alone the day after tomorrow.