[HP] S·M event book

No.21 Hmm... mylord. (1)

Overnight, the world was turned upside down.

Like the return of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Like Lucius Malfoy in jail.

For example... the person who can't even say his name is back.

These news set off huge waves in the already turbulent magic world. No one will take the words of the savior as an after-dinner joke. On the contrary, Dumbledore and the savior seem to be the guiding lights in the dark for the panic brought by the mysterious man , so that people will not fall into despair, and the spiritual sustenance makes everyone involuntarily focus on them.

In the words of Qiu Zhang, it is almost as if they are Buddha statues and burn incense and worship every day.For what happened after that day, Sara was vaguely aware of it, but Qiu Zhang didn't say anything about it, and Selah didn't ask any more questions.

Annie put the "Daily Prophet" aside worriedly, and began to eat, "Malfoy didn't come to class today... That's right, his father is an arrested Death Eater, and the Malfoy family will have a hard time in the future."

There was no response, so he glanced at Saila beside him, and exclaimed, "Merlin! Your complexion is terrible! Are you sick?"

As if awakened with a start, Saila twitched the corners of her mouth, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." After speaking, she quickly threw a piece of jerky into her mouth and chewed.

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Annie also frowned, "If you feel uncomfortable, go to Madam Pomfrey, there is no class this afternoon."

Sara nodded absently.

She is sitting on pins and needles now, and she can feel the indistinct gaze from the professor's chair without raising her head. She dare not explore, it may be Principal Dumbledore, it may be Professor Black, or it may be Professor Snape... ...Clicking the "Daily Prophet" on the table out of the corner of his eye, Sera's face turned pale again, and the fork in her hand was a little unsteady.

Something must be wrong, she thought.

Sierra finally finished the dinner and left the auditorium in a hurry before Anne could react. She now wanted to be alone for a while.

Walking towards her dormitory with vain steps, she even fell off the sliding steps a few times as a result of her absent-mindedness, which caused a lot of exclamations from the surrounding portraits, and they all suggested that she visit Madam Pomfrey, because Sai La's face is extremely pale now, of course she knows that she doesn't even have the strength to support walking now.

After finally reaching the Slytherin common room, Sara let herself slump on the sofa.

The surroundings are gloomy and cold, and the lamps on the ceiling are flickering with a penetrating green light. Even if there is a luxurious and exquisite fireplace here, it can't resist the cold air emanating from here.

Sara felt the darkness and coldness blankly, and suddenly her body trembled uncontrollably. She shrank into a ball and squeezed herself hard to the corner of the sofa, as if she was using this to resist the cold or avoid fear.

She was so terrified that she couldn't breathe, the coldness in her limbs penetrated into her heart along the blood vessels, and the hoarse panting sound leaked out of her throat, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, even if it was out of control, she didn't relationship, but these instincts that should be there in times of panic have long been obliterated.

【Be patient, Miss Morris, you are too young...】

She knew that, even as she grew up, she had to endure -- no matter what.

【My poor little princess, look what that fellow Saru taught you to be?He must have done it on purpose!It's all right... the traitor is dead, you'll forgive me for my carelessness, won't you? 】

She whispered, unable to restrain her trembling voice, "I didn't do it on purpose...I didn't expect this to happen! I just...I just..."

"-- fainted!"

...you'll forgive me, won't you?

The cold and damp grass made Sara turn over uncomfortably. She opened her eyes in a daze, and the stars all over the sky came into view through the towering trees. She lay on the ground without focusing, not paying attention to her situation.

"It seems that you like the Forbidden Forest very much?" A mocking voice sounded in my ear.

Saila blinked, stood up abruptly, looked forward through the messy hair, and said in confusion, "Parkinson?"

She sneered, "You still have eyes."

It was so dark that Sierra couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but she could sense her malicious intentions. She looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that the other party was alone, she slipped the wand in her cuff into her palm , "The Forbidden Forest is not a place for students to come."

Parkinson sneered, "Of course, you don't need to teach me the rules of Hogwarts."

"If there is something...we can find another place to talk about it."

"Of course not," Parkinson said. "Only the Forbidden Forest can ensure that no one will bother you...even if it's only on the edge."

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Sierra stood up and patted the weeds on her body pretendingly. "I'm afraid I can't accompany you, Zachary asked me to meet tonight." She was reminding the other party that she still had a backer.

Although she has always avoided using the surname of Brian as a shield, but... special circumstances and special plans, a person must know how to adapt.

Sierra has always known what the Bryan family means to ordinary nobles, and a status comparable to Malfoy will always give people quite a shock... Malfoy before today.

Involuntarily, Sera thought of the only Malfoy she knew, and it was only then that she realized that she had never seen the young master who exuded a halo at that moment today. He was always surrounded by people, and no matter where he appeared, he was always the focus.She didn't know what impact Lucius Malfoy's imprisonment would have on the Malfoy family. Her knowledge of the upper-class nobles was limited to their noble status, but at least it was certain that Draco Malfoy could not Stay safe and sound at Hogwarts as if nothing happened.

Death Eater - an unforgivable identity, the imprisonment of the head of the family is only the beginning.If they don't take some measures at this time, the noble surname Malfoy will become a thing of the past.

Parkinson looked at her strangely, and said after a while, "It seems that you don't know, Brian asked for leave and went home early this morning." She sneered, "It seems that your relationship is not so good that you can talk explain."

She froze, her face pale.

"Brian helped you block a lot of troubles in the past, or you thought you, a Mudblood, would be safe until now?" Parkinson sneered, staring at her meaningfully, "But it can only go so far."

Sierra was a little nervous, and kept rubbing the wand on her fingertips, "What do you want?"

As if dissatisfied because he didn't hear the begging for mercy, Parkinson gave her a hard look, and then patted the cabinet next to him triumphantly, "You'll know soon."

Sara had a bad premonition—although she didn't know what was in that old cabinet, but then she couldn't help comforting herself, this is Hogwarts, everyone is a student, and there is nothing they can do The act of murder, arson, and throwing corpses.She swallowed, staring intently at Parkinson as he opened the cabinet.Hold your wand tight and ready to strike.

"Boggarts... interesting stuff." Parkinson laughed maliciously.

The first thing that appeared was just a hand, but it took all her thoughts away. There was a momentary spasm in her fingers, as if someone had cut the nerves from inside, and she involuntarily let go. The black magic wand made no sound It fell to the wet grass with a silent whine.

Pale, tender as a baby, bloodless, even a little blue.

So familiar, so terrifying.

She held her breath, her green pupils contracted unconsciously, the blood in her whole body gathered in her heart, waiting for the opportunity to swarm up.

The shabby wooden cabinet door was completely pushed open by someone from the inside, and the person stared down at her condescendingly, holding a white magic wand gracefully in a spider-like hand, delicate and gorgeous, with a faint radiance, as if maliciously mocking her.

She knelt on the ground involuntarily, as if worshiping a god, looking up at his approach.

The gray-black robe rolled up in the night, giving people the feeling of a dementor's sudden presence. He walked lightly to her side. The dark and damp grass seemed to be shocked by his arrival, and he hung down obediently. at his feet.

As usual, he raised her jaw with his wand - not just anyone had a chance to touch it.

She could feel the chill emanating from the yew wand, its point pointed at her throat.

This is an act of pampering.

This is also a deadly move.

She stared at him for a moment, and gradually, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Intimate, full of reverence, mixed with some irrepressible fear - these are the things she is used to.She knows that he likes to look at him with such eyes, and those pure fanaticism or pure fear have made him a little tired.It's not right who can really please him. An 11-year-old kid can do this, to him, it's more like looking at a perfect, coquettish puppet doll.

He likes puppet dolls.

She stroked his other hand hanging by her side, ignoring the icy cold touch, brought it to the side of her face, and placed a kiss on it very naturally.

Cold hands, cold lips.

So everything is so natural again, no difference.

"My pleasure... MyLord."