[HP] A Brief History of Time

Narcissa Malfoy was sitting on the sofa, thinking.She had just sent off a doctor who had a special appointment from St. Mungo's.Lucius was lying asleep in the bedroom, and he had no energy to curse Warrington's despicableness, which gave her a little quiet space.Therapists in Wiltshire have long been at a loss for Lucius' condition. Right now, the experts in St. Mungo's advise nothing but rest.If it weren't for several doctors, it would not feel that this is a disgraceful disease.Narcissa really wondered if Lucius had the same problem as his father who died young.

For no other reason, Lucius had a hideous rash all over his face.

Narcissa couldn't remember exactly when Lucius started to get sick. It seemed that overnight, the mighty Malfoy ruler turned into a ill-tempered patient lying on the bed.

She was thinking about the recent events when the house elf timidly stuck out her head, "Ma'am, the master is awake...he is losing his temper..."

Narcissa let the fidgeting elf do her own thing, got up and went upstairs.

She stayed in front of Lucius' door for a while before stepping in.

Lucius was already thin and out of shape. He glanced at her panting, and said hoarsely on the pillow, "What did the doctor in St. Mungo say?"

Narcissa sat down beside his bed, her expression was right, "Lu, the doctor said you were under too much pressure..."

"Stress? Nonsense! That's absolutely impossible!" Lucius didn't believe this kind of nonsense. He had supported the entire Malfoy Manor since he was a teenager. This kind of pressure was nothing to him. He insisted, "I must be Poisoned!" He stretched his neck hard, and asked through gritted teeth, "Is my illness known to everyone recently? It must be Warrington behind the scenes! His glass of wine at the Christmas party must have good intentions ! Go to the antidote! Apothecary! Yes, Severus!"

Narcissa listened patiently, "I understand," she said softly, "Don't worry, I've tried my best to avoid publicizing this matter, people think you're on vacation, and Warrington doesn't know anything about it. The end of the term, OWLs and NEWTs exams are approaching, I am afraid that Severus will not be able to spare time, shall we go to the Italian manor first? The climate there is good for your health. Neither Xiaolong nor I can leave you, Lu " She lightly touched Lucius's face, a trace of distress flashed across her face, and her originally clear voice seemed to warm up a few degrees, "Do you remember? Our honeymoon was in the manor in Italy spent."

Lucius' expression gradually softened.

"Drink the medicine and get a good night's sleep." Narcissa observed his expression, immediately took the potion on the bed cabinet, and closed his eyes under the effect of the tranquilizer after seeing him drink it meekly.

She sat quietly for a while, then sneered, and told the elf to fetch water quickly, washed her hands vigorously with soap several times, changed another piece of clothes, and returned to her room with satisfaction.

There were already several bottles of potions on the dressing table that Lucius had just drank.

Narcissa glanced at it, then picked up the letter on the side. Draco expressed concern for his mother's hard work in taking care of his father and running the manor. He heard that his father was greatly stimulated at this time, so he consulted Dean Snape After receiving his opinion, he added a few drops of sedative to the potion.

Narcissa smiled, carefully folded the letter and put it in a carved silver box that only she could open.

# # #

In the Room of Requirement, Virginia and Draco sat cross-legged on a soft, thick wool blanket with a boiling cauldron between them.

While Draco was flipping through the textbook, his ears were listening to Virginia chattering.The latter just finished the last test yesterday.

"Buckbeak flew away under the eyes of the executioner." Virginia clutched the timer in her hand, watching the color change of the boiling liquid in the cauldron, "Warrington was furious, but he It was only after he fought Harry with his front foot that Sirius rushed into the hospital wing and beat him up again. Both Hermione and Ron liked him very much." Virginia admitted reluctantly, "But he doesn't seem to He likes me so much, when Hermione and I went to see Harry in the hospital wing, he looked very wary at me."

Draco reminded her, "You once smashed his head with a rock."

Virginia curled her lips regretfully, "I originally admired him..."

"It's the memory of the previous life that is blinding you, Will. You read his biography in my ear ten times." Draco dismissed it, "Seriously, that self-righteous idiot has nothing worth it except for his blood." Where it was said. The savior's biography is a bit exaggerated. I don't really believe you feel that way after seeing that stupid dog with your own eyes."

He always likes to talk about the past.Virginia ignored him, she quickly grabbed two handfuls of nettle grass and threw it into the cauldron, "After Professor Lupine left, I guess our Defense Against the Dark Arts class will not be very interesting. Warrington will use the teaching blog Gert sneaked out to scare Harry and was completely ruined by Harry's Patronus Charm."

A shadow cast over Draco's face at the mention of next school year.

Virginia also seemed to have lingering fears, raised her eyes and looked at him, and she even thought of something more - Cedric's death.

Since that extra memory, Virginia has mixed feelings about many people, and Cedric is one of them.In her previous life, Virginia had always liked him just like Anne since she just learned how to appreciate him. Compared with Anne, her love was like a transparent ghost, almost no one knew about it.But in this life, the unrealistic goodwill he had been looking up to was cut off by Draco's appearance just as it sprouted.

Virginia lowered her eyes, pricked her finger with a silver needle, and dripped three drops of blood into the cauldron.

She had to admit that if Draco wanted to please someone sincerely, it would be too difficult not to like him.

"The poisonous herb's medicinal properties are really harmful to the body. It will decompose the nutrients absorbed by the human body. I guess your father must be skinny now - Mr. Pai will only discover this herb six years later." Wei Wei Ginia commanded the wand to stir the crucible, and at the moment when a blue steam spewed out, she quickly turned away and extinguished the fire. She picked up the crystal bottle on the side and started to bottle it. She filled a group of crystal bottles, "However, the benefits are obvious. After the herpes is eliminated, it can reduce the pain on the skin surface and increase the resistance to spells. According to what you said, the Death Eaters will be summoned during the World Cup. I think even if I don't add my blood, Mr. Malfoy can also resist it. However, this will ensure that the magical effect of the mark is weakened - at least it will not be tracked."

Draco put down the textbook in his hand, sighed, a little anxious, "Vill, I really don't want to use it if I can. You know, it makes me feel very awkward." He pinched the bridge of his nose in distress, "Darling , I love you, not because of your blood, this sentence is absolutely true."

"It would be a blessing for me if this could help you," said Virginia, who was completely immune to his love words, and her attitude was a little cold, "I don't want to see you again that night in the Department of Mysteries." Your father is standing in it. It's a nightmare."

Draco was speechless, for him, that night was also a nightmare.

"Nothing is settled until it's properly resolved." Draco was silent for a quarter of an hour. "Forgive me for causing you such discomfort. But I'm trying to deal with it, Will."

Virginia paused.

***

The person lying on the hospital bed snorted slightly, turned his head on the pillow, and after a while, he heard the sound of curtains being pulled open. He hummed again and again.

The doctor in charge of the ward walked briskly, as if he didn't hear his protest, and raised the pillow behind his head on his own.And stood by the bed and used a magic wand to test his body.

"It's much better," she said, "and you'll feel more relaxed in two days."

Draco saw clearly that it was the young face he had seen when he first woke up yesterday.Dressed in white wizard robes, her blond hair pulled back, her pale gray eyes carefully watching his face - she held out her hand.

"Close your eyes."

Draco's stomachache of waking up was completely dispelled by her soft voice and the sparkle in her gray eyes, and he obediently obediently.

A cold hand rolled his eyelids unceremoniously.

Draco opened his eyes abruptly.Never had!Whether it was voluntary or forced by others, he had never done such an indecent move!Fuck|fucking woman, Draco glared at him savagely.

"Go away—" he roared in a shivering voice.

The female doctor looked at him condescendingly, as casually as a kitten or puppy, "Be good, you need a check-up every day." She wrote something on the small notebook with a quill, and then put it in her pocket .

She tapped the table with her wand, and a glass of lemon juice appeared immediately, "You can only have this for breakfast these days." She then said in a coaxing tone, "When you recover, you can eat whatever you want. Do you want to sit up and drink now?"

Draco's rebellion was tumbling violently, he swallowed a breath, and said maliciously, "I want convenience."

The female doctor didn't change her face, "I'm called a nurse."

"Tsk tsk," Draco snapped, "what's the point of calling you a nurse? It just needs you..." His eyes glanced down meaningfully, "my good girl, it senses You are attracted to it, don't you want to touch it with your little hand?"

It was rare for the female doctor to blush—for a short time, she took a deep breath, gave him a disgusted look, and said calmly, "Mr. Malfoy, a person who can't move has no right to make demands."

A white crane fluttered from the tip of her wand. "Ask Parsons nurse to Ward 502."

This time it was Draco's turn to blush angrily. One minute later, he was carried into the bathroom of the ward by a tall male nurse with almost no resistance.

"I don't need—" he growled, but all he saw was Virginia smiling professionally by the window.