38 years of past events

Broken Ax Bar 3: 15PM

"Good afternoon, ma'am." I handed her a full butterbeer.

Narcissa was already waiting for me at the most remote place by the window. Of course, if it was changed to normal, this obviously does not conform to the usual high-profile style of their Malfoy family, but at this moment, I think she does not want to attract attention.

"Thank you." She said, but when she took the glass, she still spilled the wine because of a little distracted anxiety.

"You don't look good, why are you having a bad time recently?"

"Oops, there's nothing worse than this..." She was at a loss while holding the cup, with great anxiety in her expression.

"So, what would you like me to do for you?"

"Will you really help me?" She asked eagerly, wanting to get a definite answer.

"Ma'am, before I answer you, you'd better tell me everything without reservation, because I'm not sure if I can really help you, especially..." I smiled, "You must not have planned to let the black The devil knows, right?"

"Hush! Be quiet! Please!" She was still wary at the mention of my father.

"Are you afraid to let others know that you are a Death Eater here? Madam, you are not loyal at all."

"If my loyalty could be exchanged for Draco's safety, I would! But..."

"Is it so bad? What task did the Dark Lord give Draco?"

"Did you also know that Draco received the mission?" She looked at me in surprise and asked.

"Of course, there's nothing I don't know, he's my father." I took a sip of my wine.

"Yes, you are right, he should tell you, he will tell you, anything, then, please, help me! Must you help me?"

"If it's something that angers my father, I won't do it. You would rather choose to tell me in the noisy Broken Axe than in your own manor. This must be a troublesome thing."

"Isn't it? What could be more troublesome and dangerous than asking him to kill Dumbledore?"

I was stunned for a moment, "What are you talking about? Draco? How is it possible, how could he kill Dumbledore!" I think this is definitely the most boring and funny thing I have heard this year.

"Yeah, how could he, how could he have the guts to do this, so I know, it's Lucius, Lucius lost the prophecy ball, the punishment of the Dark Lord, his punishment for revenge on our family!"

Narcissa was very sad, her voice was choked up, "Merlin, I really can't do anything, so please, help me, Randolph."

I asked suspiciously: "Are you really the only one who told me about this?"

She choked, and opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if she didn't know what to say.

"There are others, right?"

"Yes... yes, I told Severus!"

What a nuisance, it's Snape again!

"Bella says he's unreliable, so despite our Unbreakable Curse, I'm still worried..."

"Your worry is correct, the ghost knows where he is from." I paused, and then said: "But since you came to find me, I can tell you the truth, I will be in charge of this task You're lucky to oversee Draco's completion."

"So you're going to help him?"

"Of course it depends on what you can bring me, Mrs. Malfoy?"

In fact, she understood my meaning very well, "What do you... want to know?"

I lowered my voice slightly and asked, "Where did Daisy go?"

She was stunned, then remained silent, her eyes wandered outside the window, and she said in a helpless and sighing tone, "I shouldn't have mentioned her that day, your father won't allow it, but I can't help it either."

Not far from the Riddle Manor is a cemetery. According to the local Muggles, it was originally a large garden that old Riddle bought for his fiancée Cecilia. It became the final destination of the old Riddle family.

It was evening when I left the Broken Axe, and the sunset cast a slanted shadow on the deserted manor, which was long and reflected on the empty cemetery, coating the weeds with an orange and warm edge. , the covered name is also looming on the cross tombstone through the afterglow.

There's my great-grandfather Thomas Riddle over there, and there's my great-grandmother Mary Riddle under that cross over there, and of course, my somewhat annoying grandfather, who's buried on the far right, but it belongs to His tomb is the most dilapidated, which is related to the fact that his bones were taken at that time.By the way, there is also Morfin Gaunt, who is my uncle, but he is not here. Of course, I don’t think he would be happy to be here, but the burial is not far from here, just like when they were alive. , separated by the distance of a valley.

Of course there is, and, this... This is buried in it - Daisy Malfoy.

Her tomb is very new, and it looks a bit lonely standing inside.

I was sitting next to me, trying to find something out of my mind, but unfortunately I couldn't find anything other than the seven years at Hogwarts, like a broken spindle, who knows it represents fate Where is one end of it lost.

Interestingly, in this modified memory, I still miss her very much. Although there is no past in this empty brain, there is no intersection, but as long as I think of this girl, I feel sad and sad from the bottom of my heart. Spontaneously.

Narcissa said that Daisy died because of me. On that rainy day, I buried her with my own hands, but no one came to tell me what happened. I think the real truth is me and the dead Daisy. Qian, I'm afraid no one will know about it anymore, and I have forgotten her forever.In the end, I gently pressed my forehead against the tombstone, and the orange color of the setting sun covered it with a layer of warmth. I thought that if, if there was ever such a little bit, it should be like her smile. Unfortunately, I can't remember any more...

Afterwards, many years later, I never went there again, because I told myself that day, that was the last time I would see them, and whether it was old Riddle's fault or Daisy's memory, it would be forgiven and forgotten , in that day.

What's interesting is that after leaving, an elderly local Muggle told me that a long time ago, there was also a boy who came here in the evening. I think, on that day, he might have tried to forgive something Or forget something, although all forgiveness is only on that day, but Merlin will know.