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I was awakened by the sound of the curtains being pulled open. The moment I opened my eyes, I forgot how many things happened yesterday. I subconsciously thought that I was still nestled in the bed on the second floor of my house, and I stretched out my hand to block my eyes.But the sun did not shine on me, and the continuous sound of rain came into my ears. It was clearly still the midsummer season, but it made people feel like I heard the sigh of late autumn.

Then I saw Draco standing in front of the window sill looking out, and there were two buzzing sounds in my mind, and the broken memories gradually recovered in my mind.My mother and I are now being used by Voldemort to blackmail my father. I was taken to Malfoy Manor. Voldemort did not say where my mother is now being held, but he mentioned that "the mudblood naturally has a place where the mudblood should stay"—— From the point of view of a pure-blooded lunatic like him, all Muggle-born wizards are stealing the wisdom and power that should only belong to pure-blood wizards, he is a guilty person... A guilty person, will he lock his mother in Azkaban?He asked Dad to control the Hogwarts students for him, and he was going to let Lucius Malfoy spy on him. Will the rest of the Order of the Phoenix understand what Dad is doing?Would the other teachers think Dad was a total Death Eater?What can Dad do to keep Hogwarts students as safe as possible?And Voldemort said that he borrowed Lucius Malfoy's wand, and the wand chooses wizards, so few wizards are willing to use other people's wands, because they are almost not as smooth as his original one, why would he do that? ——

My wand, my fingers scratch at the veil of the skirt, but only catch the air that slips through my fingers.I watched my wand be broken cruelly with my own eyes, just that crisp sound, the wand that accompanied me throughout my school days, from the joyful learning to light the first ray of light to the murderous attempt to summon the fierce Fire kills... These emotions were probably blocked by what happened yesterday, and now they are slowly being revived with the sound of rain outside the window, and are gradually filling my chest.

Dumbledore is dead, Mr and Mrs Potter are dead... and many more, who have only briefly appeared in the corner of the Daily Prophet, are dead, and I'm not sure where my mum is, she's suffering With multiple injuries, my father will be threatened and slandered and abused at the same time.And the man standing in front of me, his father has regained his seat on the Hogwarts school board because of his "contributions". I continued to live in my ancestral house without worrying about my life... My eyes moved to the hawthorn wand in Draco's hand. He was concentrating on lowering his head and using it to play with something outside the window. Noticed I was awake.

What else can I do now?Last night I huddled on the little couch that barely fit me in Draco's bedroom, thinking hard about it.The conversation between Voldemort and Draco yesterday reminded me that now that Voldemort has made Malfoy Manor his base camp, I might be able to get news from the base camp that no one else can get at all-but only if I Can escape: but first, I don't have a wand; second, Voldemort said that if either mother or I escaped, he would kill the other.In other words, I not only need to find out where my mother is, but also have a plan to ensure that the two of us can get out at the same time.It is too difficult for me to complete such a plan alone. I naturally thought of the "people in the dungeon" mentioned by Draco last night. The gangsters are easy to convince—then at least the first step is clear: I can't be locked up here.

"Save your energy, you can't stare at me anyway." He turned his head and mocked me, "You'd better be good without a wand in your hand, if the Dark Lord didn't let me watch you, you'd be wearing the cloak by now." The suit was thrown away with the bastards who were tortured out of their minds, and even dirty goblins."

"That's better than staying here with you, too," I retorted tartly. "I think every innocent person in those dungeons has a heart cleaner than yours."

"Want to piss me off, and then let me take you to stay with someone who might be your helper?" He drew the curtains tight again, and there was only one on the long table left in the whole bedroom (according to his childhood showing off was The small gold clock that was the same as Merlin's time was ticking while emitting a faint light from the lines on the dial. "I'm not that stupid, and I'm kind enough to tell you that those people are dying, and have no wands like you—no more tricks like that."

I pursed my chapped lips, annoyed, picked up the long skirt hanging under the sofa to cover my cold toes, and stopped making a sound.In the past, my mother always said that time is precious and it is best not to waste it on useless regrets, but now I really regret why I didn’t press the entire face of the person in front of me into the soil more than ten years ago to suffocate him on the spot ——Not only did he not do so, but he was also regarded as a friend for so many years after that!

He should have seen the displeasure on my face, he picked up the silver ring on the table and put it on his hand, and then showed a nasty smile: "Don't worry, I think you will see those companions again soon, It's just that whether they live or die depends on the mood of the Dark Lord."

Although his words were harsh, I was relieved after hearing his words - it seems that the screams of pain outside the window last night were not because they caught Harry or Neville, but Death Eaters who didn't complete their mission Under Voldemort's wrath.

There was a knock on the door, and he paused for a moment before he straightened his neckline in the mirror, and asked, "Who?"

"Madam asked Sena to deliver breakfast to the young master!" The shrill voice of the house elf came from outside the door.

There was a slight click of the doorknob after Draco's permission, but Senna was not the only one standing at the door, holding a heavy dinner plate.A woman with pale face and long blond hair was standing beside the elf. I almost didn't recognize that it was Narcissa Malfoy. The haughty expression of the others breathing the air of the room together.Today she is still wearing a delicate robe with densely patterned patterns, but anyone can see the obvious haggardness on her face.

"Mom?" Draco looked a little surprised. "Is something wrong? Daddy—"

"I just came to see you, your father is fine." Mrs. Malfoy looked around the entire dimly lit bedroom, first at Draco's tightly drawn bed curtain, then at the corner where he was still huddled I didn't move on the sofa, and said softly: "He doesn't have a wand now, and there is nothing he can do."

"Since Ollivander is still here, I will pick a time when the master is in a good mood and ask him, maybe he will allow Ollivander to make a new wand for Dad." Draco frowned, "But He can no longer make Master feel—"

"Don't talk about your father in that tone," Mrs. Malfoy said stiffly. "You'll make it harder for him to give orders to him, Draco."

"Then let him think about it for me, for you." Draco suddenly raised his voice, "I managed to save him from Azkaban almost at the risk of my life. Our family has saved everything now! Do you know what the master said to me yesterday? He is very disappointed in Dad! I never thought of giving orders to Dad, Mom, I just hope he can regain the trust of the master! "

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Malfoy glanced at me again, stretched out her hand to smooth out her son's blond hair, "I mean, let me tell you something, and your father would be more willing to listen... come on Eat your breakfast, no one is at home today, I asked the elf to make some of your favorite food—"

"Don't treat me like a child anymore, Mom." Draco was silent for a few seconds, "I'm going to see the master soon, you saw how angry he was last night - just put the things here."

He casually pointed to the small table by the window sill where there was only an empty crystal vase. Although the elf staggered, he held the plate that was still emitting heat and fragrance firmly, and even put it down in the enamel cup. Not a drop of milk spilled out.Mrs. Malfoy moved her lips, but followed Draco out the door without saying anything.

Senna didn't stop me from tiptoeing and putting my ear to the door, probably Draco forgot to tell her.

"Shut her up with Mom and Dad." Mrs. Malfoy's voice came from outside the door, "Draco, I'm worried—"

"This is an order from the master," Draco interrupted impatiently, their voices getting farther and farther away, "I was going to take her directly to the dungeon yesterday, but the master appointed me to watch her—you If you're really worried, go find a robe and change it for her, otherwise I'll look... upset."

Senna, who was wearing a rag teacup cover on her head, was the same as last night, keeping a distance of two or three steps from me without saying a word. When I returned to the sofa and sat down, she held her hands behind her back and raised her chest high. Staring at me with eyes the size of tennis balls.The wind outside the window blows in through the cracks in the curtains, blowing the aroma of the food on the dinner plate all over the room. I am hungry and thirsty, and even unconsciously start to replay the piles of grilled chicken at yesterday’s wedding in my mind. and sandwiches.

"Senna." After a while, I tentatively asked the elf, "Your master only asked you to keep an eye on me, right?"

"Yes, miss!" Sena tilted her head at me, "Master didn't tell Sena anything else about you, miss!"

"Then can you help me while keeping an eye on me?" I said persuasively, and quickly added when her eyes widened, "I won't let you betray your master, and I won't let me leave you Sight."

"Young Master never told Sena that you can't help Miss." The elf replied hesitantly, "Miss is not Sena's master, Sena doesn't need to listen to Miss—but Sena wants Master to be happy, and Master has not I'm overjoyed, so as long as the lady's request is not excessive, Senna will complete it."

"Can you bring the food in the kitchen here?" I asked her eagerly.

In this way, I finally ate my first meal in Malfoy Manor—I had to ensure that I survived, and before I finally fell asleep because of exhaustion last night, I forced myself to recite the same text several times. The oath made by my mother also understood at that moment why she insisted on it in the first place.Because of this oath, I know that no matter what danger my mother is in now, she will do her best to survive, because my father and I are still alive, and she promised to do her best to come back to us—and I will do my best Back to them, this oath is like a strong bond, even if we are forced to separate at this moment, none of us who hold on to it will give up any remote hope.

As soon as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the door of the room opened again, and Mrs. Malfoy opened the door halfway as before and walked in sideways.

"Clothes." She put a few dark robes in her hand on the other side of the sofa, "It's here."

"Thank you." I thanked her habitually, but she slightly opened her bloodshot eyes wide.I thought she would keep a distance from us Muggle-loving people to show her pure-blood nobility as before, but she suddenly bent down, stretched out her slender fingers and firmly grasped my wrist, nails digging into my wrist. into my skin.

"Listen, if my son is for your sake...for your sake—I don't care what you're worth to the Dark Lord, I'll kill you without hesitation, understand? I only have this one son, I No way...no one is allowed to..."

"Ma'am," I felt a little funny at that moment, "Your son may die in various ways for Voldemort, but he cannot die for me. Those who want to kill me here may have to line up, outside There is probably an endless stream of people who want to kill your son, there is really no need to threaten someone who doesn't even have a wand."

"That's true." She straightened up, and indifferently took out a handkerchief and wiped my hand that just touched me, "You and your Mudblood mother are of temporary value to the Dark Lord, but fortunately Della Ke also saw your true face early - I don't even need to do it myself when you are no longer valuable, you kill Rodolphus, Bella will not let you go."

"Then I can only sincerely hope that one day you can figure out who ruined everything you have." I said softly as the rain stopped falling and started pattering outside the window, "I never liked this place, ma'am, It's like you and your husband never welcomed me for a moment. But at least when I first came here more than ten years ago, it was much more beautiful than it is now."

Narcissa Malfoy, who was already turning the doorknob, turned so sharply that I was even sure her other hand was gripping the wand in her pocket.But there was only an odd twitch at the corner of her mouth, and she slammed the door hard.

"Do you need Senna's help?" Seeing me struggling to lift my hand to tear away the hair sticking to the wound on my shoulder, the little elf who had been standing still and trembling just now asked me.

"No, thank you." I shook my head. If it wasn't for the need to raise my arms to change clothes, I would have even forgotten the row of spike wounds on my shoulders.If I still had the wand, it wouldn't even take half a second to heal them, yet now I'd have to grin at the hair that's stuck to my skin with the blood clots.The robe Mrs. Malfoy brought over must have not been worn for a long time, and it smelled of spices from the bottom of the wardrobe, but the size fits well.

After eating and changing my clothes, I felt much warmer and more energetic, and started wandering around Draco's bedroom.His current bedroom hasn't changed much from what I remember, but he used to have a few Quidditch team posters all signed by the stars on the wall, and now there's nothing there.I figured he'd have a crate in his room full of messy potions, most of which were poisonous but seemed to heal wounds, but Senna was uncharacteristically adamant about not allowing me to go near any of Draco's closed drawers.

"The young master has ordered that no one should touch his personal belongings unless he himself gives permission!" Sena said loudly, "Otherwise Sena will be the worst house elf in the world, and she must give herself the most severe punishment—— "

"I won't touch it, I won't touch anything." Seeing that she was about to hit her head against the wall, I quickly took my hand back.

"Then can I draw the curtain?" I asked cautiously after she had calmed down. "Is this his personal property?"

The rain seemed to have finally stopped completely.Draco's room is one of the sunniest rooms in the entire Malfoy Manor, but today is a dark and cloudy day, even if the heavy curtains are drawn, there is no warm sunlight shining in, but the room is still bright Not a lot.I looked down at the flowerpot on the window sill that was covered by a transparent bubble. The rainwater that hadn’t drained from the eaves was still falling down. Smooth bubbles roll down and continue to fall.

"Miss, don't touch it!" Sena said nervously, seeming to regret agreeing to my request to open the curtains, "This is the most important thing for the young master at home besides the master and madam, as long as he is at home, we are not even allowed to Come take care of it."

"Didn't it used to be in the garden?" I looked at the Stasta Iris, which was quietly blooming under the protection of the magic barrier. It has been beautiful for more than ten years, and the translucent petals seemed to be slowly surging with bright flowers. starlight.

"Yes, it was transplanted here by the young master later. Madam said that such a reckless transplant would definitely die, but the young master said that he is no longer a child, and there is no reason why he can't even support potted flowers." Sena shook her hands behind her back. Stumbling into memories, "The madam just let the young master be happy. No matter how precious flowers and plants are to the madam, they are not as happy as the young master. We all know that the young master's wish is the madam's wish——Senna seems to say too much Too much! Bad Senna—bad Senna!"

I rushed over and hugged the house elf who had bumped into the sharp corner of the table, but she made up her mind to punish herself, and she stopped panting only when a big bump appeared on her forehead, because of the pain in her eyes Tears welled up.

"Okay, okay." I comforted her helplessly, "I won't ask any more."