[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Crystal chatted with Draco until he left for Potions class.Wormtail had recovered a long time ago, and he didn't open his mouth until Christo closed the mirror, "I didn't expect it to be Malfoy in the end."

"Actually, you should have thought about it. Anyway, you stayed by Ron's side for three years."

Wormtail shook his head, "How could he think of that." He paused for a moment, and muttered, "When I was in the third grade, I thought James would never be able to catch up with Lily."

"Okay, now is not the time to be sad and miss old people, Pettigrew."

Wormtail reluctantly scrambled to his feet, and Kristall grabbed his arm.

Once back at Death Eater headquarters, Crystal told Wormtail to leave.She took out the mirror and looked at her appearance at the moment, as if she had just escaped from a refugee slum, no wonder she would be discovered by Draco.

But now, of course, the worse the better.

When she walked into the conference hall, the room became very quiet.She glanced over, Crewe was kneeling on the ground with a look of surprise, Antonin next to him raised his eyebrows, and moving forward, Greyback had a knowing expression, Bellatrix held out his wand pointing at her.

"Master, I'm back." Christo said calmly.

"Very well." Voldemort stared at her. "Others get out."

"I think it's better to speak clearly in person." She walked towards Voldemort, Bellatrix's wand almost touched her robe, and she turned to face the crowd, "I'm worried that someone will feel that Master Your authority can be easily challenged."

"Bella, take back your wand." Voldemort said sullenly.

"But master—"

"You think you are stronger than me?"

Bellatrix reluctantly retracted her wand, staring at Crystal, her black eyes bulging.

Christo left her a harmless smile and ignored her.She held out her finger, pointing at Greyback.

"Don't be kidding, ma'am," said the alpha wolf who was hiding on the sidelines and watched the show immediately. He pointed to the bandage around his neck, "Look, it's still your fault."

Kristo tilted her head and looked at him friendly, "Of course not you, I just want you to talk about it first."

Greyback looked at her, giving him a chance to surrender?He glanced at Crewe, who hadn't gotten up yet, and saw that he lowered his head guiltily, his gaze sweeping back and forth at the palm-sized area in front of his knee.

He didn't want her to get her wish, he pointed at Crewe, "Yesterday morning, Miss McMillan was unfortunately left on the island where Azkaban was due to the negligence of Mr. Dolokhov's subordinates. Afterwards, he sent People went to the island to look for you, but failed. Anyway, I don’t believe it was he who killed you, after all, before he returns, there are obviously many opportunities for him to do it.”

"That's right." Christo gave him an approving smile.Greyback felt uncomfortable.She walked up to Antonin and looked at him.

Antonin looked at her calmly, "Miss McMillan, do you want me to talk too? I will go with Crewe to negotiate with the dementors..."

"No, not at all, Mr. Greyback made it very clear." Christo interrupted his speech, and Antonin looked at Greyback, who snorted.

"I just think the answer is obvious, which surprised me." She turned her head, "Master, do you know if I have the right to deal with him?"

"Antonin—" Voldemort raised his voice.

"Master," Antonin replied slowly, taking advantage of this pause cunningly to confirm that the displeasure on Voldemort's face was very real, he immediately bowed his knees, "Master, please forgive my recklessness, I don't know Mike The identity of Miss Milan. When I was released from prison, I heard the dispute between Mrs. Lestrange and Miss McMillan..."

"Old man, how dare you bring it to me," Bellatrix yelled sharply.

"I just thought the same as you before, Mrs. Lestrange." He gave her a disdainful look. "I don't think so now."

Even Christo couldn't help but want to praise Antonin.He's just as loyal as Bellatrix and doesn't get his way.No, he's more loyal than Bellatrix, see what he said, he's all for what Voldemort said.

Now, he can be regarded as escaped.

There were very few Death Eaters rescued, and Voldemort would never punish his faithful servants on this occasion of employment.

"So that's how it is." Christo made a look of sudden realization, "I'm sorry I gave you such an impression, Mr. Dolokhov. However, although I came back safely, this matter cannot be regarded as nothing. occur."

"What do you think, Miss McMillan?" Antonin narrowed his eyes.

"Kerry—" Voldemort was warning her.

Christo laughed, "Of course it's an apology."

Antoning also showed a pleasant smile, "Miss McMillan is really a sweetheart."

The matter ended so painlessly, and no one was punished except the "dereliction of duty" witch.Christo stayed, and she still needed to tell Voldemort exactly what happened.

"As long as they don't affect your plan, master, I don't care about anything else." Christo shrugged, ending with this.

Her reply pleased Voldemort, but it also made him feel dissatisfied.

"Kerry, from tomorrow onwards, you will follow Bella to learn the Apparation Curse."

Christo was very depressed, and she had to say something against her will, which is really great.She thought that after helping him regain his strength, allying with the vampires, and rescuing his loyal servant, Voldemort's trust in her should reach an unprecedented height, but she obviously underestimated his suspicion.

She returned to her room after eating, opened the mirror and called Draco.

It happened to be lunch break now, so she climbed into bed and lay comfortably under the quilt.

"It's settled?" Draco was writing something, with his head down, and the quill was moving rapidly across the parchment. Christo could only see his pale eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"That's right, the former Patriarch of Dolokhov owes me a big gift now, and it was written for me?"

"No, you can't receive it again. Listen to me, I don't think you will be so soft-hearted. "

Christo propped her chin up and showed a smug smile, "Who said that? Wait—" She took out a box, "Look—" She opened it, and there was a stack of neatly arranged letters inside .

Draco was dumbfounded.

"Remember Christmas night, when we left? Your mother gave me a Christmas present."

"Not candy?" Draco felt a little dizzy.

"What else? Dear Draco, I've seen a third of it..."

Draco tried hard to recall what he had written, he felt a little hot, and said quickly: "Business! The first class in the afternoon is Transfiguration."

"Understood, little Mr. Malfoy." Christophe chuckled lightly, and recounted everything that happened in the morning.

"You must have done something else." Draco was very sure.

Christo was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

"You expect them to bite dogs, isn't Kru Dolokhov still idle?"

"Okay, I sent him a message."

"News? I thought you had figured out a way to get him to execute that witch, and let him see what his 'faithful' subordinates did behind his back."

"I can't help it. Antonin's old fox is one step ahead of me. I can only tell Crewe that his dear brother has done what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do."

"Perhaps, you should mention a little more." Draco lifted his chin with a quill, "Must make him thank Greyback for speaking for him."

Christo showed a knowing expression, "Understood, I like you like this."

"Really?" Draco said in a long tone, with a smile overflowing from his eyes, "What did you ask me for in the first place, maybe I can solve it for you as well."

"Something?" Christo reacted, her face collapsed and her facial features wrinkled, "Draco, the mysterious man asked your Aunt Bella to teach me to Apparate! Merlin, what should I do?" Get over it? She seems to be very suspicious of me, and you know what happened in Azkaban. And," she bit her lip, "she seems to hate me a little bit."

"I'm surprised you won't?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that the first time you two met?"

"Didn't Lucius tell you that last time we went to Shazhi County on a Muggle plane?"

Draco was even more surprised, he really didn't know.

"It's the first time we met, that's right. Forget it, I just want to ask, what kind of person is Mrs. Lestrange? Can I make her like me a little bit? What if she always points her wand at me?" Me, I'm worried that I can't help but fight with her." She curled her lips in distress.

Draco was helpless, "Kerry, I was only one year old when she was imprisoned in Azkaban, and I knew nothing about her."

"Your mother didn't mention her?" The surprised person was replaced by Christo.

Draco stopped his quill and searched his mind for a moment, not even believing his own, "Never."

Christo remembered what Trish had mentioned—she didn't seem to have much contact with anyone in the family.Mrs. Malfoy doesn't want to deal with her sister?

"Perhaps you could tell her about our relationship?"

Christo shook her head like a rattle, "You forgot Mr. Dolokhov, what if she thinks I've been unfaithful to you and hates me even more?"

"It's right." Draco said angrily.

Christo looked at him pitifully, which made his heart soften, "Don't worry, I can ask my mother, she will definitely be willing to help you with this."