【HP】I don’t want to fall in love, I just want to mess around

The scene at this time is a bit chaotic.

The wound on Esther's leg had stopped bleeding, but the blood flowing from the front almost stained her entire skirt red.

She was weakly held by her father David. The man who had first helped her treat her wounds was no longer here, but continued to fight the group of Death Eaters.

By the light of the fire burning nearby, Esther recognized that the person hanging in the air was Mr. Roberts, the tent manager she had seen. The remaining women and children should be his family members.

Esther moved. She felt that her limbs were cold, but her chest felt like a fire. The warm feeling spread slowly everywhere, waking up her stiff body bit by bit.

"Where is Draco? How is Draco Malfoy?"

Esther asked her father weakly.

Dad lowered his head and answered her: "He is fine. He has been taken to a safe place. Your wound has not stopped bleeding just now, so it is not suitable to move. Now you are fine. I will take you to a safe place to rest."

With that said, David picked her up, nodded to the people from the Ministry of Magic opposite, and took Esther to other places.

Esther grabbed her dad's sleeve and said, "Mom and I are lost. Dad, you have to go find mom and tell her I'm fine."

David said "Yeah": "Okay, I will look for it."

Esther continued: "Also, I have lost my wand. You can ask someone to help me find it after this is over."

David just hummed softly and agreed with Esther.

He knew that Esther's sudden talk was just to distract her from falling asleep again.

He took Esther to a tent where several injured wizards were resting. Esther saw Draco among the crowd at a glance.

He was still wearing the black suit he wore during the day, but it was now wrinkled, his hair was messy, and there was even a trace of blood on it.

When he saw Esther coming, he stood up first, then stayed there without moving.

David placed her in place and then handed her his wand: "Take the wand, Dad needs to go out for a while."

As a member of the Ministry of Magic, he has the responsibility to work with others to quell this chaos, so he can't stay by Esther's side all the time.

Esther was unwilling to take the wand: "No, it's too dangerous outside. How can you confront those people without a wand?"

"You can still do it without a wand." David forcefully put the wand into his daughter's hand: "I have more ways to save my life than you."

After saying that, without waiting for Esther to say anything else, she hurriedly turned around and left.

Esther held the wand and sniffed, saying nothing.

"Are you...are you okay?"

After David left, Draco moved to Esther and asked with concern.

Esther raised her eyes to look at him, reaching out to help him wipe away some of the blood on his cheek, but when she raised her hand, she found that there was more blood on her hand.

She paused, then gave Draco a thumbs up: "You are really brave today, I admire you very much!"

Her move made Draco stunned for a moment, and then he pursed his lips, but his expression was not very happy: "I..."

He hesitated to speak, looking worried.

"Anyway, it's good that you're fine." He sat next to Esther and looked at the tent in front of him, seemingly looking through the tent at the fire and confrontation in the distance.

No one but himself knows what he is thinking at this moment.

The atmosphere fell silent, and except for the occasional painful moans from other injured patients, the entire tent was quiet.

Until louder screams erupted outside.

Draco stood up uneasily, pushed open a small gap and looked outside, and then his whole body froze as if petrified.

"What happened? Those people started attacking again?"

A man with a strong accent dragged his injured leg past Draco and opened the tent himself. Then he was stunned and asked blankly: "What is that thing floating in the sky?"

Esther could only see a little bright green light through the gap, but it was enough for her to guess what it was.

"It's him! The Mark of the Dark Lord!" Another person who recognized what it was began to scream in horror and huddled up in fear.

Draco seemed to have come back to his senses. He turned around and returned to Esther's side. He lowered his voice and said, "Look, it was emitted from the woods. Do you think it was the group of people who robbed our things? They were too. …”

He paused, still not saying the words "Death Eater".

"Who knows?" said Esther.

She couldn't tell what kind of mood she was feeling now.

After resting for a while, she felt that she had regained her strength, so she lowered her head and opened her skirt and looked at the wound on her leg.

The unknown spell hit her a little above her knee, leaving a deep wound.

The wound had scabbed over under the influence of magic, but it still looked shocking. The white legs were covered in blood, most of which had dried.

After the numbness caused by the cold subsided, there was a piercing pain. She accidentally touched the wound, and the pain made her eyes black, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Draco heard her movement and immediately turned his head. He glanced at Esther's bloody right leg and frowned slightly: "The wound finally stopped bleeding. Don't move."

Esther's tone became weaker again: "I just want to see my wound. They were really harsh. If it weren't for the magic, my leg would definitely have sequelae."

"Those bastards who dare not even show their faces!" Draco gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, none of them can escape. I will let my father catch them all and put them all in Azkaban." !”

Esther also said: "Although I didn't see their faces clearly, it's easy to guess. If you dare to take advantage of the chaos to rob, it means you are not rich. If you recognize us, it means you know us or our father, and you heard that His tone may even be in conflict with my father and your father, so if we continue the search this way, we can narrow down the scope a lot."

After saying that, Esther sneered: "They are just a bunch of scum who only dare to slash at the weak with their swords."

Draco did not agree with Esther's words. He seemed to be frightened out of his mind by a series of things, and his pale face had not regained any color until now.

The people in the tent fell into a state of fear after the first person who recognized the Dark Mark shouted loudly.

Even though the Dark Lord has disappeared for 13 years, the fear he brought to wizards has still not dissipated.

Esther silently looked at the death-like green light flashing in the sky and sighed slightly.

Fighting against such a demon really tests one's psychological endurance.