[HP] Tsundere from afar

After Mr. Ollivander was deported to the dungeon, I finally got nothing to do.After all, Voldemort made me learn the Unforgivable Curse, which seems to be counterproductive, and now my seedling is almost being pulled out to death---

Facing the scary-looking Malfoy Manor, I didn't want to explore at all, so I wisely chose to hang out outside the manor. You must know that the gorgeous Malfoy Manor is full of scenery.

Except for a certain runaway comic.

After passing a very neat and beautiful grass, I saw a few white things, or a few big ones.After I moved over curiously, I found a few peacocks prettier than me——

They are like dignified gentlemen and ladies, with smooth and beautiful feathers without variegation, appearing as white and flawless as elves, and their eyes are very beautiful red.Looking at them from a distance, I feel that they have that very precious beauty.

In fact, the moment I saw this group of peacocks, I thought of whether to fry them or bake them; add pepper or chili peppers; white peacocks, and these pretty little creatures are pacing gracefully.Guess how wretched and wretched my actions are, otherwise I would never force Lucius.Malfoy panicked and used a "swoon" at me.

I struggled to crawl out of the grass and saw Lucius pointing his wand at me.

"Don't move, you stupid Hufflepuff!" He muttered dissatisfiedly, and raised his nostrils high, which made it easier for me to see his untrimmed stubble. This elegant man is no longer what he used to be.

"I didn't move." I raised my hand in embarrassment, because I always felt that this big Malfoy was full of malice towards me: "Didn't you give the Dark Lord your wand, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius still firmly pointed his wand in my direction, and some white peacocks around him had already rubbed the corner of his robe affectionately.But he still said to me from above: "You can have a magic wand anytime."

"Don't look at the things in my manor with such greedy eyes!" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp thing seemed to penetrate to me from his words.

"What?" I was a little vaguely aware of something, such as what he was alluding to.

"Anything!" he said emphatically, with a bit of condescending disdain.

I suddenly found that Draco's father was a bit domineering, and he was more likely to be cold-hearted than me.But there are some things that have to be figured out whether you are cold or cold, so I mustered up the courage to ask: "Including Draco, Mr. Malfoy?"

This tall man seemed to have heard something that made him very angry, his nostrils were bulging, just like Draco's signature angry posture a long time ago, he approached me through gritted teeth: "Of course, Draco is also me Yes. Take that look back, stupid Hufflepuff."

"Malfoy hates mudbloods!"

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and at that moment, I wanted to kick the proud man in front of me. After all, he really deserves a beating, just like the kind of bad old man who doesn't respect his old age.

But I raised my chest, and the runaway cartoon in the manor exercised my courage to a certain extent: "No."

Lucius' eyes widened in front of him, those gray-blue eyes as beautiful as Draco's made me feel sad and full of malice at this moment.

"You're wrong, Mr. Malfoy." I smiled slightly, with a bit of Ruth's Ravenclaw complacency: "Draco isn't yours—

he's mine. "

Then I walked away from the lawn without looking back, not wanting to see Lucius at all, what Malfoy's expression was, my heart was extremely firm and peaceful.

I'm already ready to take Draco to fight them to the death if I live in the future.

However, Lucius seemed to dislike me more and more, but this couldn't stop Draco and I from continuing to dig holes in Malfoy Manor to start underground work.

I have to say that after living in Malfoy Manor, I realized that the places I used to live were all small stalls.

The day of school is approaching, and I haven't been able to find the opportunity and courage to ask Voldemort to leave.Even if I really want to go back to Hogwarts like crazy, I think Hannah wants to be a professor and want to learn knowledge, even if Professor McGonagall assigns me ten parchment papers, I am willing to make up a nonsense paper and hand it in later. nostalgia!

But Voldemort will never let me go, he is really like an obsessive-compulsive disorder sometimes.

But Hufflepuff couldn't stop his death, and I finally made an application to Voldemort to return to Hogwarts.

Then for some reason, the surrounding area was as quiet as a cemetery.

Not far away, Draco looked at me with horror on his face, while Voldemort froze there with his runaway caricature-like face.Then he asked me in a calm dean-like voice, "What did you say, Eve?"

"I want to go back to Hogwarts and study." I felt like a trapped beast desperately trying to bite off the bars of the cage, struggling in vain, because staying here really made it difficult for me. Bear.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

During one of Voldemort's spells, I felt a chill on the top of my head, as if someone poured a bucket of ice water on me from top to bottom, and I must have been in a mess when I said the following words tremblingly :"Knowledge."

"You really look like your studious and disgusting grandfather, Eve." Voldemort looked at me viciously.But what he said about Ruth made me feel a little unhappy, as if someone pointed at my nose and scolded me for plastic surgery, but my reaction was a bit slow, and I could only stand there stupidly.

He walked up to me, lifted my wet blond hair, and looked at me with distaste: "Actually, I don't think a Hufflepuff is useless even if he goes back to school."

Voldemort condescendingly told me that his pale face appeared in my sight, which was more terrifying than horror movies: "You survived because all I need is your loyalty, Eve."

As Voldemort left, a gust of cold wind blew through my body, and I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet when I was drenched, which made me wake up instantly with a jolt.

The Death Eaters around looked at me vaguely, but without Voldemort's signal, they didn't dare to do anything to me, whether it was casting a jinx on me or giving me a quick-drying spell.I just sit and eat like nothing happened, like I just had a schizophrenia.

Sometimes if you don't work hard, you don't even know what despair is!

What made me even more depressed was that Voldemort called Pettigrew and sent me to the dungeon. He almost looked at me from above. Because the nostrils were too small, I even suspected that he could only breathe through his mouth: "You better think clearly."

Voldemort left a large group of people in front of me in a mighty way. When everyone passed me, they all had schadenfreude and sarcasm on their faces, as if they were sure that I would never see the sun tomorrow again.

"Let's go, Hufflepuff!" Pettigrew pushed me maliciously, his wicked eyes rolled.

"I'll walk by myself, I don't need you to push." ​​I glanced at him, and then walked towards the dungeon.

In my second month at Malfoy Manor, I discovered that I was nothing among these outlaws without Voldemort's protection.Although I hate these people and things, I have to cater to them in order to survive, even if this kind of crepe life attitude is a bit difficult for us honest Hufflepuffs.

What's more, people like Voldemort are so strange that people can't figure it out.

Pettigrew pushed me into the dungeon and left with a smirk, knowing that his laugh is as exciting as his height.

"Don't be too happy, Pettigrew!" I shouted angrily at the back of Pettigret's departure.

In the darkness, I heard a familiar and ethereal voice behind me: "Eve?"

I turned around in amazement, and the first thing I saw was a head of light blonde hair. After I realized that the silver-gray eyes that belonged to Luna were already close at hand, and her voice was rarely dramatic and pleasant: "Hannah I have been looking for you for a long time, but luckily you are still alive."

"Luminescence!" I waved my wand and spread the light to the rest of the place, which brightened the surroundings, and Luna's figure became more and more obvious. "Fortunately, we are still alive."

I laughed happily, wanting to hold Luna's hand to absorb some warmth from my companions, but Luna lowered her head slightly, her expression became a little less relaxed after looking at my black robe: "You are a Death Eater Eve?"

I stopped my hand in embarrassment. When I was only a little away from Luna's hand, I suddenly felt that my heart was touched by a sharp thing. Although it was not heavy, it was a sharp pain.

I don't know what to say, and although I'm not marked, it seems like I'd be better off keeping my mouth shut under the circumstances.

But Luna held my hand, she looked full of plain kindness, neither warm nor cold, just like her warm and soft hands: "Actually, I was thinking too much, there is no Hufflepuff Husband can be a good Death Eater, let alone you are Eve."

I always feel that Luna is as inexplicably sharp as Ruth, and I am speechless in the face of this slightly ironic truth.

"Why are you in Malfoy's dungeon, Luna?" I asked suspiciously.

Luna looked much calmer than me, with a strange sense of calmness: "Voldemort hated my father's "The Quibbler", so they caught me here, although I have always suspected that there is a hook here."

"What about you, Eve?" Luna touched the light spots floating above our heads with her fingers, which complemented her white face beautifully: "How are you doing?"

"It's better than being hungry." I wonder if Luna's aura is contagious, and I feel relieved for some reason: "But I really miss Hogwarts."

"Of course." Luna held my hand and smiled, looking at Luna's gray eyes, feeling as if she could see everything: "Every child who has been away from home for a long time will miss his mother."

I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, nodded in agreement, exhausted the most sincere approval in my life, and said that Russ really didn't lie to me, and every Ravenclaw is the wisest.It's just that their intelligence is manifested in different places. Ruth's intelligence is very sharp and proud, while Luna's intelligence is usually hidden and magical.