HP If I Never Been to Rock House [Abraxas Malfoy]

Several sixth graders are preparing for the exam.Matilda grabbed a cream of mushroom soup and took a seat that was vacant on either side.

"This soup is greasy enough, be careful of pimples on your face." A lazy teaser suddenly came from behind.

Matilda's hand holding the spoon trembled in shock, and when she looked back, it turned out that Molly led Sirius to sit over.

"What do you care?" Molly glared at Sirius, "Our Mal is naturally beautiful, better than some playboys!"

"If you ask me, you girls are hypocritical," Sirius looked up and down at the girl beside him, "With her skeleton appearance, saying she looks like Sprout is an excuse."

Matilda couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth in the crosstalk-like dialogue from one left to the other, "Did you guys wake up so early?"

"Weasley said that you didn't go back to the dormitory last night, so you had to wake me up early in the morning, saying that you were going to block you at the entrance of the restaurant." Before Molly could speak, Sirius replied like pouring beans.

Matilda suddenly felt her heart blocked for a moment, facing Molly's worried eyes, but she was so powerless that she couldn't say a word.

"I went to watch the game. Bulgaria vs. Ireland." She lowered her head and silently took a sip of the creamy soup, hoping that Mollie would never ask any more questions.

"Okay." Molly smacked her lips, got up and took two sandwiches, and casually threw one of them by Sirius' hand.

"What about your attitude?" Sirius tapped the table with his wand.

"Don't give it to me." James rubbed his messy hair, and sat down next to Sirius with his slippers on. "Have you read the Daily Prophet? Many Muggles have died in London recently."

"What's going on?" Molly asked in surprise.

"Who knows, it's just that the body became stiff and then lost consciousness." James poured a big gulp of milk into his mouth, "My dad didn't tell me the specifics, but I guess it was the German guy who did it."

Matilda made a move.The soup in her mouth seemed to have suddenly turned into the juice of a babo tuber, and she couldn't swallow it or spit it out, it just blocked her throat tightly.

"That's going to be a lot of fun," said Sirius with a sneer. "I'd say the London and German trains should be banned, or caught as soon as they come."

"Can German spies come in the Knight Bus?" Molly asked.

Matilda stirred the food in front of her with a spoon, never listening to what the people around her were talking about.

The Slytherin table opposite was gradually filled with students, and Narcissa and Lucius were discussing something with their heads together.

I really want to leave, I can go anywhere.

The black lacquered ash wand is in his hand, and it can be broken with a little force.

Matilda had her own wand at the age of nine, and she still clearly remembers the day when she picked it up.

At that time, the elderly Ollivander patted his head appreciatively. "It's ash, little Blake. Do you know what ash is?"

It is firmness and faith.

"Sister, why don't you speak?" Sirius suddenly elbowed Matilda.

"I haven't had a good rest." Matilda gently put down her wand, not looking away from her younger brother, "What did you say?"

"How to beat the Germans out of the water," James replied in a measured tone, his eyes lit up every time he mentioned the war.

"Then what do you think it should be?"

"Ten Cruciatus!" Jaime exclaimed, "twenty if not ten."

"Cruel." Molly commented succinctly, "Ordinary wizards can only bear up to five?"

"Eh?" James put his head closer like a curious baby. "Sister, why are you crying?"

"I just think that it's too old to handle a few Cruciatus." The red blood in the girl's eyes formed a web at a speed visible to the naked eye. She turned her head and looked out the window, and replied with a wry smile.

When Charms class was over, Matilda received an invitation letter from Dumbledore's office. The handwriting on the paper was bold and beautiful. Matilda raised her head, and Professor Feliway walked in front of her with big leather boots.

"I understand the spell quite well, Miss Black." He made no secret of his admiration in his tone, "It's as if he has mastered it decades in advance."

"Maybe I have mastered it in advance, Professor." Matilda frowned, and naturally clipped the letterhead in the textbook.

"That's right, your ancient Black has been trained in advance, as an heir or something?" Feliwei blinked narrowly.

"Heir?" Matilda suppressed her mocking expression, "If the Black family produces a child like Principal Dumbledore, maybe the future will be promising."

No one dared to delay the order of the Dark Lord.In order not to arouse McNeil's suspicion, Abraxas traveled outside for another day, and finally put the batch of medicine back to the original place where it was not visible.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the rock house, Abraxas picked up the milk on the bedside table, silently felt the warm touch from the glass to the palm of his hand, and drank it in one gulp.

When Matilda entered, the sea was full of stars.Abraxas pretended to be still asleep, feeling another person in this world who possessed his magic power gently approaching him.

He felt a warm and dry little hand take his own and put it in his arms. He regretted that the dirt on his hands during the day hadn't been wiped clean.

The longing for the girl finally defeated the instinctive cowardly withdrawal, and Abraxas' body ached unbearably, but this did not prevent him from immersing himself in the rare warmth at this moment.

Maybe it was Matilda who felt his pain, Abraxas felt the child's forehead slowly approaching his cheek, and the breathing intertwined close at hand, he finally couldn't help opening his eyes.

The child's face turned red, "I, I want to see if you still have a fever?"

Abraxas laughed immediately, and as soon as he carried the child to the bed, the silk robe specially made by Gryffindor was put on the man's arm, and Abraxas suddenly felt itchy in his heart.

The pressure with a hint of encroachment sneaked around the back of the person in his embrace, weaving into a huge net and covering Matilda's whole body.Mr. Malfoy's smiling eyes were getting closer and closer, and Matilda suddenly covered her mouth.

"Sir, I haven't brushed my teeth yet." The child's coquettish words were almost whimpering.

"Who said I'm going to kiss you, you're just being passionate." Abraxas tightened his arms holding the child, and retorted hoarsely.

"Oh." The child's face seemed to be even redder, and she put down her hands a little annoyed, as if she was really sorry for her accidentally exposed heart.

Abraxas didn't miss another chance, his right hand went through the girl's thick curly black hair, and he pressed down on the child's head and kissed deeply.

The usual cold eyes of the Black family were blurred, and Abraxas suddenly thought of teasing.

"Did Sprout teach you how to grow screaming dolls?"

"No, it seems not yet."

"Do you want me to take you to preview first?"

"Preview?"

"How do you preview?"

"First, use your magic power to touch the whole body of Dollflower..."

"The second step is to open its buds..."

"do not……"

"Finally, you can enjoy the fruit..."

Matilda woke up in Mr. Malfoy's arms. The stars outside the window had not yet sunk into the sea. She was standing in front of the stone house in her pajamas.

It was a bad dream. In the dream, her mother, who had disappeared since she was five years old, pointed at her nose, "Your father is still alive and dead, how do you have the right to have fun here?"

Pleasure is guilty.

I wish I hadn't been woken up by the end of August.

There were still nine hours until Dumbledore's appointment.Matilda slapped some bitter sea water on her face, and Apparated back to the secret passage of Hogwarts.

Almost the moment the child left, Abraxas opened his eyes in the dimly lit room.

The orb of prophecy he had scraped from Bagman was still gleaming, and Abraxas turned his face to try to capture fragments of it, until it was fixed on a meeting of the Death Eaters, where the Dark Lord sat In the main seat, the eldest daughter of the Black family, Bella, was dragged to the gallows by Umbridge, and the child suddenly rushed out from behind Orion and stood in front of Bella.

I did it.

Abraxas stared at the clear mouth shape of the child in the picture, and threw the crystal ball into the wastebasket.

The principal's office is always in that state.

Matilda sat obediently on the chair next to her, and the scent of honey in the air seemed to judge her future at this moment.

She vaguely made a decision, which was good for everyone in the current situation.Dumbledore must have meant this too.

The tattered Sorting Hat was piled on top of the cabinet. "Am I still a Gryffindor?" Matilda murmured.

"You always have been."

The Sorting Hat answered without warning.

Before the words were finished, Dumbledore walked in from the door.Matilda immediately stood up and met the old headmaster's complicated eyes.

"Sit down, kid." Dumbledore rubbed his temples wearily, "I have something to tell you."

"What happened to my dad?" A big smile suddenly appeared on Matilda's face.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, looking worriedly at Little Black's face.

"The worst thing I can think of." Matilda shrugged nonchalantly, but a strange feeling of "the dust settled" rose in her heart. "Is it my father's will on the table?" She tried to pull the top piece of paper out of Dumbledore's hand, but failed