[HP] The Last Demon King

When Aridins's headache subsided, so did her mood.

She let go of the silent Malfoy, called out the elf, and told it to go to Narcissa's to find a change of clothes for herself.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't even hear what she said, but the elf still heard her orders keenly and disappeared without hesitation.

Malfoy's eyes suddenly condensed, staring closely at her face, with a seriousness on her face that he probably didn't realize: "...what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Malfoy still cared about her, Eridins didn't hold back for a moment and let a smile appear on her face, Malfoy's face immediately stiffened, and said harshly, "Who are you kidding!"

Eridins, however, sensed the signs of a change in the situation, and quickly climbed up on the pole, took Malfoy's arm, and said aggrievedly: "I have a headache."

"Liar." Malfoy squeezed the word through his teeth, and was about to pull his arm out of Eridins' arms.

Eridins hugged him tightly to prevent him from taking his arm away, and continued to emphasize softly: "I really have a headache! When have I ever lied to you?"

As expected, Malfoy's hand was quiet, and after a while he snorted coldly: "You didn't lie to me, you kept it from me."

"I'll tell you now, I have a headache—" Eridins was sure that Malfoy would do this, as long as she was subdued and acted like a baby, as far as she had experienced, she had never It is ineffective.

Sure enough, Malfoy's tone softened, and he looked at her hesitantly: "Why do you suddenly have a headache, is it because you are not in good health?"

"I don't know, just take it easy." Eridins hugged him and leaned her head against him, like a young animal seeking comfort, "Don't be angry with me." She said in a soft voice of grievance.

I don't know where this sentence angered Malfoy again. His voice that had just recovered a little bit became cold again, and he said in a low voice, "I have nothing to be angry with. What I can say and what I should say have already been said."

Eridins looked at the clock on the wall and said to herself, "It's eleven o'clock."

There was only a moment of silence at Eredins's words, when Tata the Elf came back with a brand new set of clothes, and Eredins went into the bathroom with a change of clothes without saying a word.

When the sound of rushing water sounded, Malfoy remembered to take out a clean shirt from the closet and put it on. He turned his back to the direction of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed blankly. After a while, he lowered his head and buried his face Into the palm, after a long time did not move.

Eridins' mood always comes and goes quickly. When she came out of the shower, as if nothing had happened, she hugged Malfoy from behind wrapped in a bath towel, and Eridins hooked Malfoy with her right hand. Rubbing his neck, his left hand reached under Malfoy's clothes, hugged his waist, and gently stroked his side.

"Hey, it's twelve o'clock," said Eridins.

Malfoy's hands were lowered from his face, his thin lips were drawn into a straight line, and there was no superfluous expression on his sad and pale face. Malfoy didn't know why Eridins mentioned the time twice, and remained silent without answering.

"Happy birthday—" Eridins paused, kissing the smooth nape of his neck, "Draco."

Eridins felt his body move slightly, as if his turning around was restrained halfway.

"Draco—"

She chanted his name devoutly as if chanting the most powerful mantra. Eridins softly, lingeringly, and passionately called the name she had resisted, over and over again; her kisses fell on the young man The smooth neck, then turned his face, and landed on his face that seemed to be washed by heavy rain, and on the eyelids that were closed by conditioned reflex, but trembling slightly—over and over again.

"Admit it, Draco, you can't live without me in this life."

Arridins had a happy and smug smile on her lips, just like Draco's in the beginning.

When it was close to evening the next day, Arthur brought her luggage, a black leather suitcase, and he hurriedly dragged the suitcase into the mansion, and asked hurriedly, "Where is your room? "

"The second floor is on the left."

After Eridins led him into the room, his breathing became heavy, his hazel eyes stared as if they were about to pop out of their sockets in the next second: "This is Malfoy—that little boy A bunny bedroom?"

"You can put your luggage here," Eridins said.

"You live with that little bastard Malfoy?" Arthur let go of his grip on the luggage handle, still staring at Eridins.

"What's the problem?" Eredins paused, and then said incredulously, "Do you mean premarital sex?"

"Sex—no, no, I didn't mean that—" It seemed that he couldn't say this word to his niece, and Arthur, who was always carefree, turned his ears red. Aridins couldn't help but linger on his reddened pinnae for a while longer.

"The Dark Lord is looking for a fiancé for you, even if you want to be with Draco—don't pick this time—" Arthur scratched his already messy hair in a state of anxiety.

"I haven't heard the news." Eridins frowned.

"It's just a rhetoric—but the Dark Lord really meant it, as far as I know—a lot of families have expressed their willingness to the Dark Lord."

"I'll see." Eridins didn't want to say more, but instead asked, "Have you brought my things?"

"Here, look, I took a lot of effort to get this wand from Anna's hand." As Arthur said, he opened the black suitcase, and many clothes bounced out of it. It was the clothes that Eridins left at Selwyn Manor. After the clothes were finished, a transparent, radiant robe and two magic wands of different lengths lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

Eridings didn't look at the shorter wand, and her attention was drawn entirely to the other one—a wand about fifteen or sixteen inches long, divided into six sections, each of which was riddled with indentations. The hole, like the empty eye socket on a skull, was never pleasant in appearance, but Eridins stared at it eagerly.

"How would you ever think... well, if I ask you, you'd be better off with Anna's wand," said Arthur.

It was only then that Eridins remembered that Arthur was still here, and she immediately looked away from the wand, "It's nothing, after all, he used it—maybe there is a surprise?"

Aridins closed the box, also blocking Arthur's view of the wand.

"During the assassination of Dumbledore, I conveyed what you meant, and now they are all asking me when I can join us..." Arthur said.

"Tell them, don't worry, just wait for the initiation ceremony this month."

"Isn't it good for us to decide the newcomer in private?" Arthur was a little worried.

"The Dark Lord's energy is used to deal with big things, so why should we bother him with these small things?" Eredines said seriously, "Take care of all the trivial things for the Dark Lord, that's what we should do."

Arthur wasn't completely convinced, but he'd gotten used to taking Eridings's advice—or orders, so he didn't think much of it, and agreed with Eridings's statement.

"Do you have anything else to do? I'm leaving if I'm fine. Before I leave, I'm going to greet the Dark Lord. Is he free now?" Arthur looked at Eridins expectantly.

"The Dark Lord asked me to go to his room at eight o'clock. If you stay here until eight o'clock, you might have a chance to meet the Dark Lord."

"Forget it, I'd better go—" Arthur said dejectedly, "this wand—actually I stole it, no one at home, Anna found out that the wand was missing, and she might do something, I have to hurry Go back and have a look."

"Say hello to the Dark Lord for me," Arthur said regretfully.

After Arthur left, Eridins said to the bathroom, "Come out."

After a long while, Draco came out slowly from behind the bathroom door. He was wearing a shirt casually, only the middle four buttons were buttoned properly. Her legs were wrapped in black trousers, and her pale blond hair was still dripping.

Eridins walked up to him, took the towel in his hand affectionately, let him sit on the edge of the bed, and rubbed his wet head gently and lovingly.

Eridins wiped his hair herself, but Roberta would have been too excited and caused convulsions. Only Draco would be used to it, and he had to hand her the hair potion by the bed.

"Congratulations, you are getting married?" Draco said blessings, but no matter how he heard them, there was a kind of yin and yang.

Aridins tugged at his hair on purpose before she rubbed the hair-beautifying potion into it: "I'll tell the Dark Lord that I don't need a fiancé."

"Damn it, you did it on purpose, right?" Malfoy frowned deeply, with a pained expression.

"That's right." Eridins said lightly, her hand that applied the hair magic potion stopped for a moment, and then moved again as if nothing had happened.

"Anything he wants me to do, until I figure out his purpose... I can't do it." She whispered. "I have a bad feeling."

Seemingly surprised by Eridins' sudden confession to him, Draco looked at her deeply, and his expression became solemn: "... Could it be that you are allergic? Maybe he... Maybe he really just wants to be a Where's the good father?"

Eridins laughed: "Look, you don't believe it yourself."

Draco was silent for a while, then said, "At least most people think so."

"At least I don't believe it," said Eridins.