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August is getting closer to the end day by day, the sunlight penetrating into the room from outside gradually takes on the golden texture of autumn, the evening wind can always blow up the dark curtains, and the star irises on the window sill are still in transparent bubbles Unknowingly stretching its own branches and leaves, if you just look out from this window and watch the sunset through the thin petals and delicate cores of irises, you will probably feel it is a peaceful scene—of course, The intermittent screams, begging for mercy and laughter downstairs can break all illusions in an instant.

It has been raining on the last day of the summer vacation, and the continuous sound of rain muffled many sounds outside. Draco rarely left the room for a whole day. I couldn’t see him in the daytime before. Didn't leave Malfoy Manor to earn a little performance in front of Voldemort-I think it's funny when I think of this: when everyone thought that Voldemort was completely defeated by Neville, although their long-established wizard family didn't do it because of the so-called " "Pure blood" is officially recognized as superior to others, but in fact, pure-blood families rely on in-laws to protect and support each other. It is easy to get an official position in the Ministry of Magic, and the difficulty of promotion is much lower than that of other ordinary families. (In all fairness, is it true that my mother's ability is not up to the head of the Auror office?).It doesn't even need any official position, these families can easily interfere with the important decisions of the Ministry of Magic with only huge donations, Lucius Malfoy has never held a position in the Ministry of Magic, but Cornelius Fudge treated him like my mother Or people like Mr. Weasley are much nicer.

At that time, "your surname may be more important than your ability" was actually still an unspoken rule in the Ministry of Magic and even some upper-level wizarding societies.But human greed is like an endless black hole that never gets enough. It’s not enough to enjoy the inherently unfair and invisible benefits. They also want to put this superiority in the sun, write it into the law, and engrave it in everyone who cannot choose. The face of a baby from his own birth, and finally directly declared that a group of people different from his own were guilty, and should not have appeared in the world in the first place—and then look at what happened now, the wizards who were looked down upon by the pure-blood family were indeed Throwed into dungeons and prisons and slaughtered wantonly, the luckiest had to flee abroad or into exile in the wilderness.But did these "pure-blooded" wizards who could have spent their entire lives on their ancestral estates get everything they wanted?They live precariously under Voldemort's high pressure and anger, even if they want to kiss Voldemort's toes, they have to tremblingly line up.

However, this kind of backlash with strong irony did not make these people sober, or Voldemort did not give his followers the choice to repent at all, just like Regulus Black that Harry once told me Just like the story in the previous story, shrinking and quitting means death, and continuing to follow has a glimmer of life-turning around and thinking about it, when these families were enjoying life while cursing Dumbledore in peaceful times, when did they consider the difficulty of living?

So watching the blue-black eyes under Draco's eyes and listening to the sound of him tossing and turning in the curtain late at night unable to sleep, I could feel a kind of unnatural, vindictive pleasure.When he finally packed the solid black case, closed it and tapped his wand on the golden locks with a click, I watched him stand up with deep regret—if I could go back to Hogwarts, I will definitely do my best to reorganize DA's activities, resist all measures that he and Voldemort behind him want to interfere with Hogwarts, now I can only sit here and watch him wipe the shiny The Head Boys Badge is really annoying.

Senna had already ironed his traveling cloak without a single wrinkle, and hung it carefully in the house.Although it was getting dark outside the window, Draco didn't turn on the light all the time, and I curled up on the sofa boredly to observe the changing streamer light on the silver pattern on the cloak.There was a soft knock on the door, and before Draco could make a sound, Mrs. Malfoy walked in with a dark dress in her arms.

"I said you have to knock to enter my room now, Mom." Draco withdrew the hand that picked up the wand, and did not stand up. He raised his head and watched his mother walk in front of him, stretching out his slender fingers Touch his thin face.

"That cloak is old." She said softly, "I bought you a new one. And the snacks on the train tomorrow are all your favorites..."

"Mother--"

"Protect yourself." Mrs. Malfoy continued selfishly, as if she hadn't heard her son's voice, "The Dark Lord wants you to go back to Hogwarts, so you should obey him, he won't let you do it." Don't rush to do things, stay in school obediently, don't run around, and prevent others from trying to harm you (she actually glanced at me when she said this), don't worry too much, your father will definitely find a way of."

"Be able to write more letters." Narcissa Malfoy looked worried, and she reached out to comb Draco's hair over and over again until they were meticulously attached to his forehead, and her fingers began to groom him again. The collar of his shirt, "Don't worry about the things here, if you go to Hogwarts, protect yourself, you must make sure that nothing will happen to you..."

"Flowers and plants, naturally there will be mother and Senna to help you take care of them." Draco stood up and wanted to help Mrs. Malfoy's arm to send her away. Before opening the door, she turned around and grabbed Draco's arm, The well-maintained long nails are deeply sunken in the son's arms, "Mom promised you something, you must remember what mother said—"

Draco moved his lips, this is the expression I am familiar with when he feels a little impatient, followed by a slow sneer and a few unpleasant words, but in the end he just Let go of the teeth biting his lower lip, nodded: "I know."

Mrs. Malfoy, who got her son's guarantee, seemed a little happier, with a little smile on her face, she pointed to the heavy cloak that Draco took over just now and put it beside the bed: "I see you tried it. Go on and tell them to make it according to your previous size, I'm afraid it won't fit."

Draco paused, turned around and picked up the cloak and put it on his body. In fact, it was no different from the one Senna brought. The color was too dark, making his hair and face look like a ghost. .However, in the aesthetics of the Malfoy family, this color combined with the gaudy hand-embroidered cuffs is full of high-end beauty. Mrs. Malfoy carefully checked the length of the cuffs and the tightness of the neckline, and motioned Draco to turn around and take a look. Did the back wrinkle, it took a while to go (and it's also quite possible that it was just an excuse to spend a little more time with the son before he left).

Narcissa Malfoy really loves her son, and I don't think anyone who's ever met her will deny that, no matter what they think of her personally.

I don't know when the rain stopped in the middle of the night. Anyway, when I woke up, there was no sound outside the window. I woke up earlier than usual-it was still dark, and there was only a ray of light leaking in from the house.I was taken aback when I turned my head and looked into the room. I didn’t expect Draco to squat halfway by the sofa and stare at me. I subconsciously picked up the pillow under my head and blocked it in front of me, and sat down Standing up widened the distance between us.

Today is the first day of school, and in a few hours, the red steam locomotive will glisten through the fields and mountains, beeping and emitting pearly white mist from the front of the locomotive, and the car will be full of laughter Students chatting about their summer vacation, chatting about their life in the new semester.

Draco used to disdain to abide by the Ministry of Magic's regulations of "entering King's Cross Station dressed as a Muggle", and it is even more unnecessary at this moment.He looks like he's packed up and ready to go—the suitcase stands quietly at the door, the cloak is already on, and all the drawers in the house have been magically locked (he made sure last night before going to bed) once).I looked at him silently, feeling whether he wanted to intimidate me again before leaving, so I stared into his eyes with wide eyes in disbelief.

After I resolutely dodged the hand reaching for my hair, his hand stopped in mid-air for three seconds, then hung down and pinched my chin with a little force, even though I stretched out my hand and slapped him hard. The back of the hand didn't even loosen.I was so angry that I turned my head and opened my mouth to bite a small piece of skin on his hand viciously. He was so thin that I felt that my teeth had directly pierced the hard bone. Not only did the bite not smell bloody. Instead, his mouth became sore.

"Did Gryffindors never know how to write the word 'current affairs'?" He easily withdrew his hand without using his wand, and clicked his tongue as he looked down at the red tooth marks on the back of his hand, " So there is a reason why you have come to this end."

I narrowed my eyes and said in a sweet, Umbridge tone: "I'm also waiting to see what you people who never know how to write the word 'good' end up with." end."

He laughed in a strange voice, as if there was a leak somewhere in his throat, stood up and walked to the window sill, opened the curtains and began to play with the pot of star irises.The sky had gradually brightened, but it was still gloomy, barely illuminating his bloodless face.

I stopped talking and watched as he stood up and straightened the folds of his cloak, walked to the door and picked up the suitcase that the house elf and Mrs. Malfoy had packed for several days with one hand, and then used his free hand Fitted the bronze serpentine handle on the door—one click, and then I didn't have to see him until Christmas without thinking about so many deaths—but he stayed there After a while, I didn't turn my head to look at me again until I heard Mrs. Malfoy's soft footsteps outside the door.

"I'll be back for Christmas." He said so suddenly, and immediately shook his head as if regretting, turned around and closed the door forcefully, the sound echoed in the room, shaking his ears. Hum auditory hallucinations.

The complicated emotions that did not appear at King's Cross Station on September [-]st did not take me long to recall. The next evening, Senna just brought me dinner when two people's footsteps came from outside the room. Before he could stand up, the door was kicked open.

"Bella! This is Draco's room! You can't—" Narcissa Malfoy, with disheveled hair and flustered expression, appeared behind the dark-skinned woman with puffy eyes. The two sisters couldn't tell from their appearance of the same.

"That's why I asked you to open the door, Sissy, instead of blowing it open." Bellatrix said nonchalantly. She looked around the room, and when she saw me, her nostrils expanded dangerously, and she stepped forward After taking a few steps, I laughed out loud when I stepped back, "Haha, look at how weak and helpless this little poor girl is now!"

"The Dark Lord told you to take her there, Bella, and he didn't ask you to do anything else," said Narcissa quickly. "He's angry and anxious, and we'd better not delay—"

"Of course, I won't keep Master waiting." Hearing her sister mentioning Voldemort, the viciousness on Bellatrix's face turned into a frenzied excitement, and she waved the wand in her hand, Immediately, subconsciously, I dodged her first spell.

"Oh, oh... my little poor is very capable, I forgot." Bellatrix laughed louder, her wide eyes were full of crazy light, "he wants to play with me Is it a game?"

I tensed all my nerves and stared at the wand in her hand, but with a burst of light from the side, Senna and I collapsed stiffly in an instant.

"Cissy!" Bellatrix yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you see how angry the Dark Lord is? If he hasn't seen this girl after interrogating Ollivander, will you bear his anger!" Narcissa asked her sister forcefully, "I am Do you a favor!"

"You told me! As long as you use someone else's wand, the problem will be solved!" I was roughly dragged to the first floor by Bellatrix, and Voldemort's roar could probably be heard throughout the manor, "Look at these Shard, how dare you deceive Lord Voldemort!"

"No! No!" After being pushed into the door by Bellatrix, I saw a thin and haggard white-haired old man lying motionless on the cold stone ground, with a burst of light hitting his chest, He let out a terrible, long scream, with unbearable pain in his voice, "No—I beg you, please!"

"How dare you help Longbottom and Potter and let them escape from me again!" After hearing this sentence, I raised my head, Voldemort's eyes were full of scarlet, and he seemed completely irrational at the moment.

"No, I don't understand either, that kind of connection..." The old man was controlled by the magic spell to float up and stared at the ball on the table like a burnt residue. I finally saw his face clearly, although it was full of torture. but this is the long-lost Mr. Ollivander. "As far as I know...that connection can only, only exist between you and Longbottom's wand..."

"Lie!" Voldemort cast another Cruciatus Curse on Ollivander. I watched in horror as the old man fell heavily to the ground without making a sound. Voldemort stood up frantically and strode around the room, Even Bellatrix behind me is afraid to step forward now.

"His wand attacked me! Could it be that stupid boy has the ability to master such a spell, not only repelling me in an instant, but also destroying Lucius Malfoy's wand!" He seemed to be screaming into the air, " Almost! Almost again! Let them run away again... Chase from the Ministry of Magic to that house and still let them run away-all idiots! Bunch of trash! You let Lord Voldemort make mistakes again and again !"

I tried to suppress my trembling, trying to make my brain understand what he said: it sounds like Harry and the others broke into the Ministry of Magic, and then escaped after being spotted by the Death Eaters.That house... supposed to be Grimmauld Place, had they faced Voldemort head-on yet again?Neville fought off Voldemort again, and destroyed Lucius Malfoy's wand, which made Voldemort furious - and they escaped again!At least all of them are safe now!

"What else do you know?" My joy was like a faint flame in the deep winter wind and snow, which was easily blown out after just a few flickers.Voldemort, who was striding around the room, saw me standing stiffly at the door, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me in front of him. I could almost see myself reflected in his blood-red pupils, terrified. s eyes. "Why does Longbottom have such abilities? What did that old lunatic teach him? That old lunatic is rotten and still obstructing me! Tell me what else you know!"

"No——" This feeling of being dug out of my brain made me want to scream hysterically, scenes flashed through my mind like a movie, and I couldn't see the things around me anymore , all the scenes in front of me are quickly skipped backwards, just like I got on a bus that is going back in time at a very fast speed.He's looking for all my memories of Neville and Dumbledore, and it's like someone is ruthlessly stirring through my memory with a red-hot iron rod in my head, pulling out the broken memories and throwing them away.Dumbledore's face twisted into a strange, snake-like shape before my eyes, and his voice was no longer kind and reassuring. I heard the snake's roar.

Voldemort didn't find what he wanted to find, because I really didn't know anything-this fact undoubtedly angered him, everything in front of me became disorganized, Dad, Mom, Harry, Hermione... all kinds of things Faces were piled up in front of my eyes, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me densely on the same face, and the same mouth overlapped and made various voices.

Fear - not my own fear, although I can hear myself screaming, but I feel strange, not my own emotions, it is Voldemort who is afraid, he is afraid that Neville really has the power to defeat him , He thought of the night when he went to kill the baby more than ten years ago, the feeling of being thrown far away from the body and the world-I have never and cannot have this feeling, but I am experiencing it, Like a humble wandering soul...weakly parasitic in the darkness.....

His memory, I stare tremblingly at my raised, pale, slender hand, look up and see the face reflected in the blurry mirror, like wearing a burnt mask .

I tried my best to maintain the only little bit of sanity in the flashbacks of my own memories and strange memories. There was a feeling that my spirit and body were separated—I could still hear my hoarse cry, but the pain at this time Keeping my consciousness alive, I struggled to recall a note about Legilimency in my father's black-covered notebook: Invading others means exposing yourself.

Voldemort, out of control with rage, is desperately digging into all my memories and feelings for answers, without realizing that the more he intrudes, the more he's exposed - or that I'm not remembering at the moment. I lost myself in the riots.

I can, I've practiced how to induce people's memories...Although it always fails, but I know how to do it...I need to see, I need to choose, I don't even need to pretend, because I see, Voldemort didn't even think about it Covering himself from someone who was powerless against his Legilimency—

Green light, green light after green light, one person after another fell from the eyes, laughing triumphantly and coldly, handsome, terrified middle-aged man... the joy of revenge, the joy of washing away shame... people keep falling Happiness becomes numb and unsatisfying...why is it that other people are always happy for stupid reasons...

I don't know what these memories mean, but I endured all the pain and forced myself to keep looking, maybe this is Voldemort's secret - maybe it will be useful someday -

Dirty hut... Relatives... Voldemort doesn't need relatives, just like he doesn't need that humble name... Only noble blood and origin... Let everyone submit to the majesty under their feet-but still not enough!not enough!To make everyone submit to the fear brought by Voldemort forever and ever, to watch the world operate according to its own order forever and ever... forever——

A... lake with a strange green light, a... hunched over, terrified little elf...

A... old diary, a... servant who prostrated himself on the ground and took it piously...

A...golden goblet of delicate light, a...noisy and disgusting woman who begged for his attention...

A... dim and rusty diadem, a... melancholy, frustrated, easily seduced ghost...

I seem to have seen this crown somewhere, I just thought this way, and suddenly felt my face was stomped hard, and the wet nosebleeds flowed into my mouth backwards, and I was lying in the cold like Ollivander. On the ground, the pain that had just been ignored was exploding in the chest, making people want to grab their brains and throw them directly out the window to avoid such torture.

"Dumbledore...Thinking that keeping you away from everything can stop me? After counting so much, why don't you count the date of death for yourself?" Voldemort's fingers had already left my face, and there was a strong sneer and contempt in his voice.

He's completely unaware of what I've just spied, and I let out a sigh of relief, letting his voice fade away as my stupor fades away, "Take her and lock her up with this old man—I just went too far, you— —don't let her die, that's all she's worth to me."