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

. " said the child enthusiastically.

Abraxas frowned and thought for a while, "I may deal with some dangerous people, and refusing is also a form of protection." He returned to playful thoughts and explained seriously.

"I won't let others find out." Matilda replied with a smile.

Such a childish assurance made Abraxas unable to bear the desire to hug the person in front of him, and in fact he did so.

"That person will protect you." Abraxas gently kissed the girl's black hair.

"How do you know that man will protect me?" Matilda murmured softly, her breath covering the man's chest warmly.

"Because when you met that person's eyes for the first time, he had the same feeling as you did." Abraxas said word by word.He had removed the Occlumency for the first time, and he wanted the girl to feel all the throbbing in that sentence.

"You don't think I don't have much time, so you pick something nice to say? Boss." The girl gently pushed his shoulder away, and resumed her smiling tone.

"I will save you." Abraxas blurted out without thinking.

"I understand." Matilda raised her hand to caress the glass counter, with a lonely expression on her face, "but this kind of curse is a death curse."

"Life and death are the same." She paced slowly in the open space, "The most important thing to me is probably finding a 24-hour convenience store in the early hours of the morning and buying a cup of warm water." milk."

Matilda walked to the glass door, turned her head and smiled at Abraxas, the sky outside was already approaching dawn.

"I'll come see you tomorrow." Abraxas nodded politely, as if he had returned to his identity as the head of the Malfoy family.

"Remember to shake the bell vigorously," Matilda yawned and sat back on the counter again, "I feel like I'm getting more and more tired."

Ritual

The diary is actually a defective product, but he, Tom Riddle, has been unwilling to admit it.It has been 20 years since the first split of the soul, and the pain of the incompleteness forced him to toss and turn day and night. At this moment, he has lost count of how many times he stood barefoot in front of the mirror .

Voldemort touched his waxen face lightly with his fingers.The harm caused by wandering souls to wizards is undoubtedly enormous.Even though the emotions of ordinary people have been severed, he can occasionally realize that as time goes by, there is an uncontrollable madness hitting his nerves again and again.

For a long time the new Dark Lord stood in the shadows of the moonlight.He has never understood where this inexplicable madness came from. It was not until he went to Albania this time that he found some clues.It turns out that to make the Horcrux more stable, the caster needs the soul of a Gryffindor pure-blood girl as a sacrifice.

Obviously, Voldemort had his sights set on the second daughter of the Black family.It's just that the Germans are now approaching the city. In order to maintain the stability of the three forces of the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, and Grindelwald, he had to stagger this war first, and then implement his ambition to fly away from death.Unfortunately, before the war started, something happened to the stupid second daughter of the Black family.

As soon as Voldemort returned from Malfoy's at noon that day, Umbridge sent him a briefing from the Accident and Disaster Division.

"What's the matter? Umbridge." Voldemort frowned, his tone slightly irritable.

"Master, this is a top-secret official letter just delivered from the Ministry of Magic." Alford replied nervously. He buried his head very low, carefully waiting for the Dark Lord's next order.

Voldemort nodded, his slender fingertips paused at the mouth of the envelope, "Are you waiting for me to read you the contents?"

Alford's short body trembled suddenly, and he quickly knelt down at Voldemort's feet, "Don't dare, master. This subordinate should leave now."

"Wait." Voldemort said indifferently.He browsed through it hastily, but there was no important information in it, it only described the case of an unknown black wizard attacking a passerby in the herbal shop in Diagon Alley—but the photos of the scene of the accident made him a little strange, Voldemort squinted his eyes to observe the gassy girl on the floor, and shattered the teacup on the table.

The wanton draft blew the documents on the desktop onto the white porcelain floor. Voldemort touched the prostrate head beside him with his foot, and said softly, "Pick it up and have a look."

"Subordinates dare not." Alford lowered his head even lower.

"Disobeying orders?" A distorted smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and the red light from his wand hit Umbridge's chest directly.

Which link went wrong?The little girl of the Black family will not have any substantial impact on the plans of that old Grindelwald.The German's black magic has always been able to kill quickly, and Voldemort knew that he must get something as soon as possible to exchange this vital soul with Grindelwald-without revealing his purpose at all.He sketched randomly on the letter paper with a quill pen, and the ratio of bezoar, mugwort leaves and barber tubers had been changed beyond recognition by him.Now the only condition that Grindelwald is interested in is the curse on the fourteenth floor, but how to break this secret that only the old bee and Moody know?

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When Abraxas opened the glass door of the convenience store for the second time, he couldn't help but feel as if he had passed away.The girl at the counter was sleeping peacefully, her curly black hair was buried between her fair arms, the simple chandelier on the ceiling was shaking slightly, and the refrigerator standing by the corner seemed to be older than when he came last time many years.The sanctuary transformed by the magic spirit won't be able to resist for long, Abraxas knows it all too well.He carefully hugged Matilda into his arms, the child's abnormally cold cheeks were like a boulder, firmly dragging his emotions down to the bottom.

"Didn't I ask you to ring the bell?" Matilda closed her eyes and rubbed weakly into the man's arms.

"I don't want you to consume too much energy." Abraxas' voice was a little hoarse, and he tried hard to force a smile.

"Tch." The child rarely showed a heartfelt smile, "Then you hope that I won't see you for the last time before I die?"

"No." Abraxas caressed the child's brows and eyes. The pair of pupils in front of him seemed to have exhausted all their vitality.

"Malfoy." The child gently grabbed the man's skirt, as if he was about to announce something important, "I like you."

She coughed hard a few times, "Actually, I didn't even think that saving you would save your life. But this is what happened."

"Call me Abu." Abraxas took the child's palm and kissed her palm tenderly.

"No," Matilda shook her head stubbornly. "We are equal."

"We are equal," repeated Abraxas murmured, with a look of sorrow passing over his face. "Go to sleep, my dear little Blake."

When Matilda fell asleep, the moon outside just climbed over the top of the oak tree.Abraxas stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the convenience store, the girl's cold sweat made light marks on his front skirt, and this small wet spot made him shiver under the blowing night wind.As the young master of the Malfoy family, since he was a child, he wanted the wind and the rain, and he never tolerated any sand in his eyes.The frugality of the classmates around him, the cowardice of being bullied and not daring to resist, and the hesitation of being helpless when faced with things he cares about are all classified by him as a particularly sad shame in civilian life, but at this moment he suddenly Understand that these bitternesses are part of ordinary people's lives.Even though he, the head of the Malfoy family, is well-clothed and well-fed, and has a high position and power, he is just an ordinary person after all.

No one can escape the cycle of emotions and desires.

The clearing among the trees was dimly shadowed, and there seemed to be a little white light at the end of the sky.Abraxas thought that it was early morning, but the time on the watch clearly showed two o'clock in the middle of the night.He watched in silence as this beam of white light quietly approached the hut, and the thick radiance seemed to engulf everything in this virtual space.

Is the role of the German spell?Or did someone move the child's real body?Abraxas narrowed his eyes. He calmly added a protective spell to the convenience store, then walked down the stone steps slowly, and stood in the open space in front of the house.

After an unknown amount of time, the beam of white light stopped not far from the woods.Two deep male voices exploded in the sky like muffled thunder.

"What is this?" The first person yawned, his tone full of exhaustion.

"The treatment equipment obtained by Pomfrey." The second voice lazily responded, "It is said that it is used in conjunction with mandrake juice, and it seems to be able to restore some consciousness."

Abraxas was stunned for a moment, why did these two voices sound familiar?

"The Mandrake is not licensed for production, right?"

"It was just approved today, and that Malfoy suppressed the patent for four full months, just to squeeze out some oil."

Abraxas, whose name was called out of the blue, sneered, and he really guessed that this was a conversation that took place in the children's ward.

"But what if it is approved? This child has a death curse, and now he can only hang his breath."

"Oh, my father and Alphard have a pretty good relationship, I really can't bear it."

"Just a Death Eater brat."

There was silence in the room for a while, and the exhausted young man spoke again, "Why do you think Dumbledore asked us to guard this Germany day and night?