[HP] Tsundere from afar

I am familiar with many Death Eaters, and even Nagini, the boa constrictor, feels familiar to me.Almost a holiday was spent at Malfoy Manor, which made me miss Ruth and Gary like crazy, they must be so worried about me... But now I really feel that life is like a play, I am the kind of legendary Bitter drama.

Voldemort seems to enjoy admiring the expressions of others screaming in pain, which makes me think he is a pervert.But Bella, who still looked at him obsessively every time Voldemort was perverted, was simply a pervert!

Standing next to them every day and admiring the many Death Eaters using various spells to torture people I know or don't know has become commonplace.Bloody and violent thrillers fill my life, I feel as if I have stepped into a thriller, and every night when I take a shower, I can't help but want to take a second bath, because I doubt the blood and vomit of those poor people today to me.

They even sometimes let me try it out ---

In fact, Voldemort and the others asked me to try even though they knew I couldn't cast those three spells. I think this is really an evil blow to my self-confidence!

"Eve," Voldemort said, sneering at me, "I think Hufflepuff is really funny."

The Death Eaters around laughed at the same thing, I slowly put down my wand, and I saw a certain witch who had just endured the Cruciatus Curse four times by an unknown Death Eater.

I bent my lips, and my heart was actually a bit heavy: "It's as long as you are happy, master."

Under normal circumstances, I would be silent when I said this. At that moment, I felt that the world was clean.

No one is perfect, let alone me being a Hufflepuff.

So can you communicate well? Let me tell you, you will have no friends if you do this, although at least I live a healthy life.

Draco would always appear in my room like a ghost, and his presence was like the color of his hair, so beautiful and bright, which made me find a little solace in such a gloomy and cold Malfoy Manor.

"Draco, I want to touch your hair." I put my hand on Draco's head and blinked.

Then Draco frowned and used "lock hands and feet" on me, and at that moment I felt that Draco had changed.

He reached out and grabbed my neck, and slowly rubbed his slender hands around my neck. His gray-blue eyes looked at me non-threateningly: "No, don't even think about it."

"Please, Draco." I looked at him pleadingly, and looked at Draco with watery eyes that had been pure, kind, and soft all my life.You know I really want to touch his hair, the patch looks so shiny and beautiful without pomade, it must feel perfect, like some golden retriever or Erhu.

Then Draco really loosened the line of defense, he frowned and looked at me, asking a little bit: "Just for a while?"

I nodded to him sincerely, then I hugged his head into my chest, and ravished / ravished it. It really felt very good to the touch, similar to the fluffy touch of the yellow-haired dog at the door of Ruth's house.

"How dare you!" Draco glared at me angrily.

I silently lowered my blond hair, disheveled like a weird doll, and told him in a flat tone: "Why don't you play with me too?"

And then there was no more, and I ended up having a final argument with Draco.

On the 32nd day after entering the Malfoy Manor, I finally couldn't bear the feeling that I was close to collapse. Whenever I saw those bloody people being dragged away, leaving shocking bloodstains along the way, I felt a nauseating feeling. It will come up from the esophagus.I watched men, women and children from all walks of life come and go, but without exception, when they came to Malfoy Manor, it was equivalent to the end of their lives.Among them is even the professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts ---

Carey Di.Bubbaji.

I didn't take this course, but it doesn't mean I don't know this professor who has always been upright and gentle.On the first day she was brought to Malfoy Manor, she was tortured by Pettigrew with three Cruciatus Curses until she vomited.

"There's something wrong with you, Hufflepuff," Pettigrew said unkindly to me, and his height was so obscene that I thought he looked rather wretched.

"I don't always look right." I looked at Pettigrew meaningfully, for he was one of the most isolated Gryffindors himself: "Among a bunch of Slytherins."

"I haven't forgotten who handed me over to Snape. You know, I've always been very grateful to Dade." Pettigrew laughed indifferently. He moved his body and exposed Professor Bubbaji's body in front of me. , the blood-stained woman was shouting hoarsely, her eyes were full of despair and pain.

"Ladies first." He waved his hand viciously at me.

"no, thank you."

"Eve Ruth." He suddenly narrowed his eyes and used a leg-locking spell to lock my footsteps when I wanted to leave.

I felt that my face was a bit ugly, and I unconsciously looked sideways at Professor Bubaji, and then tried to calm myself down and fight back against the dead mouse: "Are you ordering me, Pettigrew?"

Then I saw Pettigrew widen his mouse-like eyes, and he looked at me erratically. "I thought you'd be good, Hufflepuff."

"Last time in the study, you told everyone loudly!" He muttered with good intentions, because my status in Malfoy Manor was ridiculously low, and this was always obvious because last time I put him Resentment for what was handed to Snape.

So I directly put the wand on his face. Although my hands were shaking a little, I knew that I must not show a little lethargy at this time and let Pettigrew take advantage of the loopholes.Before I could speak, a voice behind me directly took my right to speak: "Go away, Peter."

"Stop the curse immediately!" Another woman's voice sounded and lifted the leg-lock spell. I turned around and found that the person who lifted the spell was Draco's mother, the always elegant and beautiful lady Narcissa.Malfoy.

She smiled slightly at me: "It's okay."

I was also surprised that the woman who was swearing was Bellatrix.She arrogantly poked Pettigrew's neck with her wand, causing Pettigrew to bend down: "You can't do this to me, I saved the Dark Lord, Les...!"

"Be honest," Bella said first, her beautiful black eyes wide and strangely wide. "You know I can do it."

Pettigrew lowered his head even lower, but he couldn't help looking at me maliciously with those thief eyes.

Bella put her wand on her shoulder in satisfaction. She turned her face and pointed at me with a very indifferent expression: "You! The master is looking for you."

I actually didn't want to see Voldemort at all, but I went there obediently, you know I've always been very jealous of evil in the face of evil forces, and went forward bravely, as always---

obedience.

And when I opened the door of the study, I saw that Voldemort was using his most proficient "cruciform wrist bone" on Mr. Ollivander, and a group of Death Eaters around were enjoying everything with leisure.You must know that I am going numb, even if Mr. Ollivander's eyes seem to be bloodshot, I have learned to lower my eyes directly to show that I am out of sight and out of mind to show my security.

"Eve." Voldemort stretched out his zombie-white withered arm towards me, and I went up to support the old man with a very winking look, and helped him onto the chair.

"I found that before you realize your value, you should first teach you something." Voldemort looked up at me, his scarlet eyes flashed with a magical emotion that made me feel a little panicked, "It is conceivable that Hogwarts is now The professors are all incompetent."

In fact, the real situation is that I have no value. This is a fact recognized by both Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape.

"Come." He waved his wand at Ollivander, and the gentleman was hung high on a hook, "I believe you will learn some necessary things under our teaching, I don't think that Selwyn will ever adopt A fool!"

I think Voldemort's subtext is, I don't believe in religion, I won't know you!

In fact, I think he saves it. Professor Flitwick has taught me for 5 years and hasn't taught me yet.With a Voldemort just dug out of his grave?

"What are you thinking?" Voldemort waved his wand and adjusted my face to his eyes. He stared at me with a dissatisfied and fierce gaze. At that moment, I felt like my jaw was almost dislocated---

It's not like, there's just something wrong with my jaw.

"What are you thinking?" Voldemort asked me persistently, his expression so vicious that I felt that the Cruciatus Curse would strike me again in the next second: "I have tolerated you enough, Eve, at least compared to yours. Grandpa...does my decision make you feel unhappy?"

"Of course not, my lord, I was just thinking." So I froze my jaw for a moment and said to Voldemort looking very honest and clumsy, "I was just thinking that the holiday is almost over, but I seem Forgot to do my homework."

The surroundings were quiet, and no Death Eater whose brain suddenly became watery would make fun of a little girl he was particularly interested in recently in front of Voldemort, even if I was just a Hufflepuff that they looked down upon.

Apparently, Voldemort couldn't handle this kind of talk either.

Although I really hope that he will take the initiative to help me with my homework, I heard that he studied well in the past, but if the result of doing so is to be rewarded with a few Cruciatus, then forget it.

It turned out that Voldemort, the pervert, actually laughed, he actually laughed, he actually laughed!

In fact, it’s good to laugh, which means that I can live another day.