[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

The night sky was dark, and heavy snow buried the silent plain. An ancient manor stood alone in the snow, and the bright lights were the only light in this dark night.

Christo found a dark corner and sat down. She carefully retracted her figure into the darkness where others could not notice, and pulled the eye-catching skirt deeply.

"Miss McMillan."

The voice behind her startled her, and she took a step back, watching the young man in front of her stretch out a hand towards her. "Can I invite you to a dance?"

She knew she couldn't avoid it, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.After Lucius handed over the agreement to Voldemort, the eyes of the Death Eaters present at her changed.She couldn't help shivering, the young man on the opposite side took a step forward considerately, and held her shoulder.

She wished this so-called Christmas party would be over soon, but Voldemort seemed more than happy to see his subjects get together in harmony.If she had known, she should have said she caught a cold on the road, she thought ruefully.

"Miss McMillan." The young man in front of her called her name impatiently.

Christo stretched out her hand helplessly...

"Sorry, I think Keli has to dance with me." A figure stepped in, and Keli stared at the other's soft side face and jet-black long hair in a daze, a girl?

"Pansy Parkinson, there are many men outside..."

"You don't mind me, Dolokhov." Pansy grabbed Keli's hand forcefully and pulled her to his side. "Surely your father didn't tell you, where did the industries in Fife, Scotland go recently?"

Dolokhov's young face was contorted with rage.

Without even looking at him, Pansy dragged Kristola onto the brightly lit dance floor.In an instant, Christo received countless probing eyes.A drunken Mr. Parkinson yelled, "Nice job, Pansy baby!"

Pansy triumphantly dragged Christo to the center.

"Okay, Parkinson." Christo had to lower her voice to stop her.She was really in a dilemma. Even if she was loyal to Voldemort, the Death Eaters were divided into different groups. One group was headed by Parkinson, another group was headed by Malfoy, and there was Dolohov just now.The current position of the McMillan family is very embarrassing. On the surface, they are Voldemort's most trusted family, but there are only her and her father. Voldemort's words can affect their status, just like today, because she brought back vampires With the agreed agreement, the Death Eaters looked more cautious and vigilant.

Everyone wanted to win them over, but the best choice for McMillan's family was the weakest Dolokhov.Voldemort absolutely didn't want to see her family befriend the powerful Malfoy family at this time, especially since they both had a lot of money in their hands and Malfoy had a history of infidelity.

Pansy raised her eyebrows, "Kerry, I don't care, I like you, you can only be mine."

Christo looked at her with a look like you're crazy.

Pansy didn't care. In fact, she was very free and easy against the weird eyes around her.

"Kerry, you've got to get used to it, and I don't mind at all right now."

"Why do you like me?" Christo felt like she was about to collapse. How did Pansy Parkinson's brain grow?

"And thanks for the love potion, honey." Pansy winked at her.

Christo was stunned, her love potion?Didn't she drop her love potion the last time she met Pan Xi?

"I was in the love potion, and I smelled the perfume on your body, so I realized that I like you, am I so stupid?" Pansy's affectionate look made Chris creepy, the perfume, She never used that stuff!

"I was so naive before, I thought that playing tricks on you would attract your attention," Pansy showed a charming smile, "Kerry, I will never do that again."

Christo felt a headache, she thought, maybe she knew the damn reason.

"Pansy," she softened her voice to win her acceptance, "shall we talk in the hallway? You know, there are some things that the Dark Lord doesn't like." She sensed Pansy Her hands trembled, and a stone in her heart was relieved. She was really worried that Parkinson would be so arrogant that no one would be afraid of him.

There was no one in the corridor, even the portraits in the picture frames ran to the front hall to join in the fun, Death Eater's sharp laughter was much weakened by the wall.

"What do you want to say? Is it that person's business?"

Christo looked at her, full of hesitation in her heart. It would be a good thing for her to let Pansy continue to misunderstand her. According to the Parkinsons' love for Pansy, to a certain extent, she can also be loved by the love house and the black people. ground protection.But if she was told the truth, she would be more than a rival in love, and would have to bear Parkinson's anger.

Under the dim light, Pan Xi's loving eyes made her feel scared.Although Pansy used to always make trouble for her, but when this girl's love was too hot and sincere, she deserved it.

"Parkinson, I think the person you like should be Draco."

"Stop kidding, Kelly. Call me Pansy."

Christo took out a bottle of potion, "This is the breath of nature, it can keep clothes from being stained by the smell of potion, Draco gave me the potion, do you understand what I mean?" As soon as she moved, Christo stuffed the potion bottle directly into her hand, "Smell, it should be this scent."

Christo fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. It seemed that she was also "deceived" by the love potion. She was too used to the smell of the breath of nature and didn't notice it. She should believe in her heart.Draco, she murmured to herself without even realizing it, something warm ignited in her eyes, but soon Pansy's scream extinguished everything.

"Impossible!" Pansy's eyes widened, and he slammed the medicine bottle to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet, and the bottle rolled into a corner.

"As you said, both you and Draco have the scent of nature, how can you be sure... how can you be sure..." Pansy couldn't continue, she seemed to remember something, and fell to the ground , covered his face.

Christo couldn't bear to watch, but she still hardened her heart, turned around and left.Things have come to this point, there is no way to undo it.

"Stop, Kerry...McMillan," Pansy said sharply, standing up, her carefully painted face worn away, "Don't get complacent either! I know, you've been to Hogwarts Library! As long as I tell the Dark Lord this—"

Christo stopped abruptly, "Tell the Dark Lord?" She put on a false smile, "You think he will believe you, I recruited vampires for him, and Mr. Malfoy can also testify for me , do you want to seek death? I won't stop you."

Pansy stared at her in disbelief, "You—" She couldn't speak, and a white light hit her.

"I'm sorry, I can only make you forget." Christo quickly put away the apology in his eyes, and said to the confused Pansy, "What? Miss Parkinson, are you still planning to pester me?"

"I'll make you pay the price!" Pansy said not to be outdone, the confusion on her face gradually turned into fear, but she walked past Christo with strides.

Christo looked at the burning white candles on the wall lamp, and felt a real headache. She estimated that she would see the Parkinson family's methods tomorrow, and hoped that she didn't cause too much trouble for her father.

"Peterina, please take back the potion." She said softly, and there was a creaking sound in the darkness.Krista straightened her skirt, wondering if she could save her relationship with Dolokhov by rushing back now.Forbearance is for a great victory, I hope Draco doesn't get angry because of it.

Christophe returned to the front hall, and in full view of everyone, she warmly invited little Dolokhov to dance with her.She pulled the flattered young man up to Voldemort, "My master, thank you for the party, I just realized that there is such a lovely person as Mr. Dolohov."

Voldemort showed a piercing smile, and Gride Dolohov stepped forward to answer flattered.

Christo gave him a sympathetic look. Voldemort once told her that the most meaningless thing in this world is love. He had seen too much in her, and then he let her kill Cedric.

The teenager in the Malfoy Manor waited for Keli's good night, and he fell asleep in a hug with peace of mind. He didn't know that he was about to reap a clingy Pansy sown by his dear girlfriend.

The carnival that belonged to Christmas disappeared completely on the second day, and the manor, which was the headquarters of the Death Eaters, regained its gloom and solemnity.Voldemort was at the head of the table, and the table was filled with Death Eaters.

Christo sat in the third seat from the left, calmly looking at Mr. Parkinson opposite him, and despite his gloomy gaze, she remained motionless.The other Death Eaters obviously felt the pressure. Not long ago, they didn't feel anything when Chloe came back, but today, when three new people were added to the long table, their eyes became complicated.

Voldemort ignored their eye contact.With his ever-frightening smile, he tapped the table and said, "It's time to save my loyal subordinates from Azkaban."

It was a blow to the Death Eaters, and when those men returned, what place would they have, who had cunningly hid themselves from prison.This is a warning that Voldemort has become stronger again, and he no longer needs to rely on specific people.

Christo fiddled with her fingers, her gaze on the table intertwined, as messy as her thoughts at the moment.Why so soon, Voldemort is about to gather the old department.She glanced over, and there were at least five Death Eaters on the opposite side who wanted to say something.Apparently, they were as surprised as she was.

"Master, when do we act? I think it's time for me to fulfill my duty as a Death Eater."