[HP] Dali's Bread

Narcissa's worry was definitely not superfluous, the first time was indeed a bit difficult.After all kinds of embarrassment and indignation, Dali said, forget it, the enlightenment education of teenagers in the [-]th century still needs to be worked hard.But someone definitely won't just forget it, it's hard work, huh?The hard-won opportunity can’t just be left alone—the scene was very weird for a while, Draco was holding a book astride her, flipping through it randomly, and Dali had a face of "you might as well let me die" The collapsed expression, who would do this for the first time?How could he give her a peerless and invincible shadow like a kiss!

Help, although it doesn't have the perfect first experience she imagined, why should it be more beautiful? !

"Farewell, after you finish studying this book, let's—" Dali said deeply.

"I'm learning shit, I need to practice."

"You practice ass, you can't find it at all!"

"Why are you in a hurry, it's not like this the first time." Draco threw the book aside, pinched her waist, and got off the sofa, "Be obedient, turn over."

"Draco, it's time to eat!" Today was the third time Narcissa knocked on the door with an excuse, and she seemed really worried about her son's physical condition.

"Don't go!"

"Come right now!" Dali rolled down from the sofa, rearranged her dress, and tied her messy curly hair into a bun, "I won't play with you, fool."

"Who are you talking about? Come here!" Dali didn't listen to him, she flashed out of the door, slammed it shut, met Narcissa's sight, pondered for a few seconds, showing an embarrassing yet polite expression. smile.

"Where's Draco?" Narcissa's attitude couldn't be called cold, but she wasn't very warm either.

"What's the matter?" Draco opened the door at this moment, even more unaware of what he was planning to do than Dali.

"It's nothing, it's time to eat." Narcissa let out a heavy snort, but she didn't seem angry.

Dali still ate very silently during this meal. Bella would snipe at her from time to time, meaning that she was not worthy to eat at this table. Lucius sat in the head of the house, and he still did not look at Dali. does not exist.

Draco got up quickly, and he briefly said something to his parents, and gave Dali a look, and Dali got up, expressing that she had finished eating.

"Miss Dursley." Lucius suddenly stopped her.

"Dad, don't ask her anything for now." Draco said first, pulling Dali out of the living room again.

After leaving the living room, Dali kissed Draco violently, and held his hand instead, "I suddenly think you are very handsome."

"So you didn't feel that before?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Sometimes I feel it and sometimes I don't. It's especially ugly when you're glib!" She hung on his arm and smirked flauntingly at the portraits of pale faces in the hall.

Draco sneered, "You are also very ugly when you cry, and when you yell and make trouble for no reason, there is always a sentence 'How can there be such an ugly monster like you in this world' enters my mind-look, The way you purse your lips and explode immediately is a sign that you are becoming ugly."

"Ha!" With a double standard like her, she can say others but can't hear others say she is ugly, "I—"

"Don't argue, let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Draco didn't want to hear Dali's cursing, he dragged her up to the third floor, although she looked reluctant.

Opening the new door, there were some Muggle musical instruments she knew inside, filling the room to the brim.And here, like Hogwarts, there is no ceiling. It should be said that the ceiling was turned into a night sky by magic, with only a crescent moon and a star.

"What's this again?" Dali smiled, it would be unwise for her to be angry about the bickering just now.

"Make up for your birthday present." He raised his hand and knocked on the shell of the saxophone, "It's a bit hasty, I saw a musical instrument store in your memory on the first day of class, and you seem to like it very much."

"Oh, but I actually only know how to play the piano, and I know a little bit about the guitar." She pointed to the expensive piano and said, "Do you know how?"

"I don't know Muggle musical instruments, magic has musical instruments, and we can play music without such complicated procedures." He took out his wand and waved it, and the piano was the only one left among the dazzling array of musical instruments.

"Then I'll teach you." Dali pulled him to sit in front of the piano with him, took his hand and taught him to play on a few keys, "Now I'm also a teacher—your fingers are so long, how many It fits."

"I can't learn, I'll watch you play." He withdrew his hand and really looked at her like a student.

"Then I'll play my favorite." Dali giggled, holding both hands on the keys, and played a gentle tune. Draco was also familiar with this tune. He heard her as a child when he was a child. Lullaby, he listened to her at the beach as a dance song, and now he really listened to her playing a complete piece of "Flymetothemoon" in front of him.

Fly me to the moon, but I only want you as a star.

It's a pity that the time he cherished passed too quickly, and the song was not as long as he imagined.But it doesn't matter, the morning star has already crossed the light years and came to the bright moon, she does not need to feel the beauty of the four seasons, and she will not look at other planets.

In other words, please hold my hand.

"Draco, this is the most romantic birthday I've ever had."

The moon and stars on the ceiling embrace each other tightly, like a couple in front of a piano——

"Little master, the Dark Lord is here!" Bobby appeared on the keys with a puff, and there was a wave of random sound effects from the pressed piano, which disturbed the two of them from continuing.

Dali glanced at Draco in a panic, joy and sorrow always happened to them.

"It doesn't matter, the show continues. We can't, stay at home forever. One day we will reveal our secrets. I will find a way. Go, go down quickly—" The two hurriedly closed the door and walked to the hall. At this time, the wooden door of the living room changed again. Feeling heavy, he twisted the bronze handle.

The living room was full of silent people, all seated at a long, well-decorated table.The usual furniture in the room was shoved haphazardly against the walls.

The room was illuminated by a roaring fire in an ornate marble fireplace, surmounted by a gilt mirror.

Voldemort sat directly in front of the fireplace, beckoning Draco to take his seat.But he didn't talk to Dali, so she just stood at the door naturally, and she still remembered the person next to him, the one who betrayed Harry's parents, Wormtail Peter.One of his arms was actually made of silver metal.

Immediately afterwards, she was attracted by the strangest scene above the long table: a delirious human body was hanging head-down above the table, as if being hung by an invisible rope, spinning slowly, the figure reflected In the mirror, reflected on the empty, polished tabletop.She thought this person looked familiar, like a school teacher, but she probably hadn't attended her class.

But when was he tortured like this?Did anyone else at the school get caught by them?

Her thoughts were interrupted by another door opening, and the crooked man from Snape and Draco's memory appeared, she lowered her head and tried not to let Snape notice her, Dumbledore said someone would Was it Snape who killed him for Draco?Or had Snape preempted that person before he could show up?

"Yaxley, Snape," came Voldemort's voice, "you were almost late."

"Severus, sit here." Voldemort pointed to the seat immediately to his right. "Yaxley - sit next to Dolohov."

The two sat down at the designated positions.Most eyes at the table followed Snape, and Voldemort spoke to him first:

"How about it?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter out of his current safe house next Saturday evening." If Snape is really Dumbledore's man, is his news true? Draco knows his Identity?Or did Dumbledore not reveal too much information to each other, but let them go along with each other, so as not to make Voldemort suspicious?

Dali continued to observe the group of people, and the people around the table became obviously interested: some straightened up, some seemed unable to sit still, and all stared at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...evening," repeated Voldemort.His red eyes stared intently at Snape's black eyes, so piercingly that those around him hurriedly looked away, as if worried that they would be burned by the murderous gaze.Snape watched Voldemort's face impassively, and a moment later Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile.

"Okay, good. This information comes from—"

"From that source we talked about."

"Owner."

Yaxley leaned forward to look across the long table at Voldemort and Snape, and everyone turned to him.

"Master, I heard different information."

Yaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't speak, so he continued, "Dawlish, that Auror, according to him, Potter will be on the 30th, the night before he turns 17." Just transferred."

Snape smiled slightly.

"My sources told me they were planning to spread some disinformation, and that must be it. There is no doubt that Dawlish was under the Confusion Charm. It wouldn't be the first time, he's notoriously volatile. "

"I assure you, my lord, Dawlish looks sure." Yaxley was a little excited.

Voldemort was lost in thought, and in the end he preferred Snape's words, and Yaxley stared at Snape with some resentment.

Dali was a little strange and a little funny, she found that this group of people were obviously the craziest people in the whole wizarding world, and everyone had reason to be afraid of them, but at this moment they were like children who wanted to be rewarded, scrambling to sacrifice all they had for Voldemort. She even suspects that the Death Eaters have a scoreboard based on the information they have obtained or what they have done. Snape currently has the highest score, and Malfoy's ranking is a bit behind.

And how did Voldemort accept this group of people under his own name?She didn't know his past story in detail, but only looked at his current words, except for his frightening strength, killing anyone who disobeyed, she really didn't see anything else.

Speaking of which, especially the Malfoy family, once they become a Death Eater, they will never get out of their bodies. They use their family to threaten the whole family, and they only dare to tremble with their tails between their tails. What are they doing? The status of the magic world is not low.

Voldemort looked up again at the slowly spinning body, and continued: "I'm going to take on the boy myself. There have been too many mistakes in Harry Potter matters. Some of them are my own. Porter is alive today more because of my mistakes than his success."

The men at the long table were watching Voldemort with trepidation, and from their expressions it seemed that each feared that they would be blamed for the fact that Harry Potter was still alive.However, Voldemort didn't seem to be targeting any of them, but more like talking to himself, his gaze was still on the unconscious body above.

"I was too careless, so I was thwarted by luck and chance, and only the best-laid plans are not spoiled by these things. Now I understand. I understand something that I didn't understand before. Killing Harry Potter It has to be me, and it has to be me."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, there was a sudden painful wail, which was long and miserable, as if answering his words.Many at the table looked down in horror, for the sound seemed to be coming from beneath their feet.

"Wormtail." Voldemort's calm, thoughtful voice did not change, nor did he take his eyes off the spinning figure above. "Didn't I tell you? Keep our captives quiet!"

"Yes, yes!" Wormtail stammered.She could finally stop staring at him, and he left the room in a hurry, leaving only a strange silver light behind him.

She knew who was locked in the dungeon, but she couldn't protect herself, she really didn't have enough energy, maybe the woman hanging above the table was about to enter the dungeon too.

"I just said." Voldemort continued, looking at the tense faces of his followers, "I understand a lot now. For example, I need to borrow a wand from one of you before I can kill Potter." .”

The faces of the people around were full of astonishment, as if he had just announced that he would lend them an arm.

"Nobody volunteered?" said Voldemort. "Let me see... Lucius, I see no reason for you to be holding a wand any more."

Lucius Malfoy looked up.Under the reflection of the fire, his skin looked sallow and sallow, his eyes were sunken, his expression was melancholy, and his voice was hoarse.

"Owner?"

"Your wand, Lucius. I want your wand."

"I……"

Lucius glanced sideways at his wife.She stared blankly ahead, her face was as pale as his, and her long hair was hanging down her back. Dali couldn't see what she was doing to Lucius under the table, so he put his hand into the robe and pulled it out. A wand, handed to Voldemort.Voldemort held his wand up to his red eyes and studied them carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Elm, Master," Malfoy whispered.

"Where's the core?"

"Dragon, dragon nerves."

"Very good." Voldemort drew out his own wand and compared the length.

Lucius Malfoy twitched involuntarily, and for a split second he seemed to be counting on Voldemort to trade his wand for his.Voldemort noticed him, and his eyes widened viciously.

"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?"

A few people snickered.

"I gave you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough for you? But I noticed that you and your family don't seem very happy recently... I'm staying at your house, is there anything that makes you unhappy? , Lucius?"

"No, no, Master!"

"It's all a lie, Lucius..."

His grim mouth had stopped moving, but the low hiss still seemed to be ringing.The noise grew louder, and one or two wizards shuddered when they heard something lumbering on the floor under the table.

The snake leaned out and slowly climbed up Voldemort's chair.It climbed higher and higher, seemingly without end, and then hung itself on Voldemort's shoulders.Its body is as thick as a human thigh, its eyes are unblinking, and its pupils are vertical.Voldemort caressed the snake nonchalantly with his long thin fingers, his eyes still on Lucius.

"Why are the Malfoys so unhappy about their situation? For so many years, haven't they kept saying that they want me to come back, hope that I will make a comeback?"

"Of course, Master." Lucius wiped the sweat from his lips with a trembling hand, "We are indeed like this—and we are now."

To Lucius' left, his wife Narcissa nodded oddly and stiffly, eyes averting Voldemort and the snake.Draco, too, glanced at Voldemort and nodded blankly.

"Master!" said Bella, who was sitting in the middle of the table, her voice was tense with excitement, "It is our honor to have you in our home. There is nothing more gratifying than this."

Bella leaned toward Voldemort, as if words could not express her desire to be near him.

"There is nothing more pleasing than this." Following her words, Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side and looked at Bella. "It means a lot from your mouth, Bellatrix .”

Bella's face flushed instantly, and tears of joy filled her eyes.

"Master knows that what I say is the truth!"

"There's nothing more pleasing... compared to that happy event I heard about your family this week?" he repeated, and Bella stared blankly at him, lips Slightly open, seems to be confused.

"I don't understand you, master."

"I'm talking about your niece, Bellatrix. Also your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married Remus Lupine the werewolf. You must be very proud?"

There was a burst of jeers around the table.Many leaned forward, exchanging pleasant glances, and a few pounded the table with their fists.The giant snake didn't like the commotion, and opened its mouth wide angrily, making a hissing sound.But the Death Eaters didn't hear it, and Bella and the Malfoys were too happy to be humiliated.Bella's face was flushed with happiness just now, but now her face is red and white, which is extremely ugly.

"Master, she's not our niece," she cried, over loud laughter, "and we—Narcissa and I—have never looked at our sister since she married the Mudblood. That child, and the beast she married, have nothing to do with us."

"Draco, what do you think?" Voldemort asked, his voice though soft, but clearly over the screams and jeers, "will you go and take care of those little wolf cubs?"

The scene became more lively.Draco Malfoy glanced at his father, and Lucius stared down at his knees.

"We don't recognize them." Draco answered bravely.

"Oh? I thought you would like them. After all, don't you have a hot relationship with that kind of thing?" At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Dali, and some of them recognized it, and they would show disdain. Looking at her, some who have never seen her before, curious and a little teasing, discussing who she is with others in a low voice.

"It's none of Draco's business! I've been pestering him all this time! Master, I——" Dali tried his best to get away with it.

"Enough." Voldemort stroked the angry snake without looking at her again, "Enough."

Daly's words and those echoing laughter died down immediately.

"Many of our oldest families have become a little sick over time," he said.Bella held her breath and stared at him earnestly. "You have to prune to keep it healthy, don't you? Cut off the parts that threaten the general health."

"Yes, master," Bella echoed in a low voice, tears of gratitude filled her eyes again, "as long as there is a chance!"

"There will be a chance," Voldemort's voice was far away, "in your family, in the whole world...we will goug out the sores that have invaded us, until there are only wizards of pure blood left..."

"Master, I have a piece of information." Draco said suddenly, leaning his body, as if mustering courage, "I heard it from Dumbledore."

"Oh?" Voldemort suddenly became interested.

"That night, I cast the Imperius Curse on the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks. She seemed to point to the fact that Dumbledore was very weak that night. When he came to the bar, he was completely soaked, as if he had gone to the beach, looking for something, I can't drink a sip of water—"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Voldemort's voice was filled with anger, and Draco was terrified, "I, I didn't think it was important at first..."

Voldemort stopped talking, everyone stared at him, and he didn't dare to breathe. Finally, he seemed to have finished thinking, and there was not so much anger in his eyes, as if he knew that Dumbledore didn't get what he wanted.

"Then where would it be..." The words were a bit puzzled, "Okay, Regulus..."

"Who is Black's current owner, Sirius?" he asked again.

"Yes, master! I almost killed him!" Bella hurriedly picked up, and she said as if taking credit: "Master, do you want him to die? I can—"

"No." He raised his hand, motioning for Bella to stop his voice, "Draco, I want you to find something."

"What is it, master?"

"A locket, from Slytherin." The giant snake next to Voldemort circled forward on the table, "I guess, this has something to do with the Black family, no, no, no, Bella doesn't need you, let the students get together Gather...find it, or—Avada Kedavra!" He flicked a green light from Lucius' wand, illuminating almost every corner of the room, and with a bang, the table hung in the air. The person who was sitting fell on the table, which made the table tremble and creak.Several Death Eaters huddled in their chairs in shock.

"Dinner, Nagini."

The giant snake opened its mouth wide, revealing its fangs. After a few strokes, the silent man became bloody and bloody. Dali resisted the regurgitation in his stomach, and fixed his eyes on Draco. He almost slipped and fell to the ground.

He is making an example to others.

The author has something to say:

Most of the original text is this chapter, because I think it is very interesting and I have changed and rewritten part of it.

The description in the middle refers to the lyrics of that song ~ why Voldemort chose to let Draco go because he is related by blood, and the second is because Dali and Potter are related, and the two are more suitable than others.Of course, it doesn't matter if they can't find it, he wants to find out the whereabouts of this Horcrux.

Of course Draco wanted to take Dali out, and he couldn't stay at home forever.It will be revealed.