[HP] S·M event book

No.39 Hmm... Hogsmeade. (4)

After Malfoy left, Sierra was the only one left in the quiet little garden, enjoying the excitement before, but Sierra was a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence, so she tried her best to reflect on what had happened carefully.

She curled up on the bench, resting her chin on her knees, giggling as she thought.

Sara looked forward to the direction Malfoy was leaving, and she even regretted why she didn't follow, so as not to miss more things.

Then, she saw a figure flashing past her sight.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and the feeling of happiness and excitement shrank instantly like a stimulated mimosa. The blood froze at this moment, making her whole body stiff.

--It's him!

Sierra was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe her eyes, but she quickly realized that she jumped off the bench and ran towards the noisy crowd.

Regardless of whether you admit your mistake or not, you still have to make sure.After all, Sera thought, as far as she knew, that person shouldn't be here.

The passing crowd almost overwhelmed Sierra, without Malfoy's leadership, she was running in a certain direction in the crowd like a headless chicken.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?!"

"Walk carefully! What are you running around?!"

"Damn it! My stuff is on the floor!"

……

Sara staggered through the crowd and had no time to think about it, and the curses seemed to her like they had never been there before.Now she couldn't hear any sound other than her own heartbeat, she just stared wide-eyed and frantically searched around, not daring to miss any corner.

The extremely familiar figure, with just one movement of turning her head, Saila locked her eyes on that person, and now she was sure that she had not mistaken the person.

He was wearing a black cloak, with the brim of the hat covering most of his face. This kind of outfit is very common in Hogsmeade. Malfoy said that there will always be some mysterious-looking wizards who like to hang around here. People, you must not approach casually.

Saila slowed down her pace, and followed him cautiously along the inconspicuous edge bit by bit. She kept a proper distance and didn't dare to stare at him all the time—he was always suspicious of.It wasn't until he was sure that the person would not notice his stalker the moment he turned his head back that he gradually calmed down his heartbeat - it had already jumped to his throat.After adjusting her breathing, she looked calm, like an ordinary student who came to Hogsmeade to play.

Both of them are very cautious, they are neither casual, nor will they attract people's attention because of their weird behavior. Both of them are afraid of attracting undue attention.

But gradually, Sierra found that the situation was not good—he was staying away from the downtown, so that Sierra would soon be unable to hide herself from the bustling crowd.She looked at the red pleated skirt on herself with some annoyance. This dazzling color would bring her troubles sooner or later.

She glanced at the man unwillingly, gritted her teeth, and decided to continue following.

Just curious, it doesn't matter if it is discovered.Sara said so to herself.

She couldn't stop now. Compared to knowing the purpose of that person's appearance in Hogsmeade, Sara wanted to know what she would do, and the feeling of excitement welled up, causing her fingers to tremble slightly.

Saila began to distance herself from the man, hiding herself in the surrounding houses.Finally, she saw the man enter a dilapidated bar, and then sat by the window. She seized the time to squat down, and ran in a big circle. Not long after squatting down, someone sat on the man's side opposite.

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"You're late." He said softly, but there was no dissatisfaction in it. "You shouldn't ignore the master's order like this."

"It's not your turn to tell me what to do." Another person said sarcastically, "No one follows you."

"Of course, I was careful enough along the way, and I didn't change back until Hogsmeade." The voice that was suppressed as much as possible was a bit sharp, making people very unpleasant.

"Okay, don't waste my time." The other person sneered, noncommittal to his statement, "What does the master want you to convey?"

Sera immediately tensed up and held her breath, for fear that Lu would hear a word.

"The master gave Malfoy a task." He said slowly, biting every word so clearly that Syara could almost imagine him staring at him.

"If my memory serves me...Malfoy is in Azkaban now."

"No...it's Malfoy."

"..." The other person was silent for a while, seemingly surprised, "That brat? What can he do?"

"Then you have to ask the master yourself." He said gloatingly, and of course Sierra understood what he meant—"he" didn't like people questioning his decision very much, and others didn't even have the right to express doubts unless allowed.

"Well, maybe that kid really has the ability to impress people."

"That's not necessarily true. Ever since that plan failed, the master has been very dissatisfied with Malfoy's performance, so he transferred the punishment to that pampered young master. If it succeeds this time, it will be atonement. If it fails... the Malfoy family will be punished." It's going to fall down completely." His voice raised slightly, as if he was complacent about his guess.

"...You are really capable." The man sneered, "You can guess what the Dark Lord is thinking."

This sentence made him gasp and let out a sharp and small exclamation. He must have been frightened, and said in a panic: "No...Of course not, I mean..."

"Stop wasting my time! I still have business to do! Those few helpers in the store might sell my treasures for a low price, or take some junk for a high price! Cut up your meat and sell it Going out can't make up for my loss!"

"Watch your attitude!" he said angrily, "I can make you never have to worry about these things with one spell!"

The man seemed to be intimidated. He didn't speak for a while, but just snorted.

After a while, he said triumphantly: "That disappearing cabinet, I have to borrow it at that time—I will borrow it in your store."

Then there was another soft exclamation, "I still want to do business! If it is found that I am cooperating with you..."

"These words are useless to me, I'm just conveying the master's order."

"...I can give you the cabinet." He said struggling.

"Of course, I also agree with your decision." He said perfunctorily, "Or I should take you to meet the master, and he will be happy to have a good talk with you—if he is in a good mood."

Finally, the other person agreed, wrapped himself in a cloak, and left in a hurry.

Serra guessed who it was—Mr. Borgin from Knockturn Alley.But that's not important, what's important is... She discovered a secret.

She decided to calm down and think about it when she returned to the castle, but just as she was carefully backing away, her head accidentally hit the window, making a clear sound.

"—Who?!" He jumped up like a cat with its tail burned, roaring in horror.

Sira quickly slid the wand into her palm with a malevolent thought, but then she put it back again.Standing up calmly, smiling and looking directly at him, "It's me."

He looked at Sara in amazement, pointing his wand precisely at her forehead.

Sira sighed, "Don't point your wand at me, Grandpa will be angry."

He immediately gasped, "...Miss Morris?!" But he quickly reacted and said sharply, "No, you're not her. She's only in her second year, so she can't be in Hogsmeade!"

"Sneaked out to play." Saila shrugged helplessly, "I managed to get a potion that blurs facial features."

He still didn't dispel his doubts, and looked at Saila carefully.

Sira rolled her eyes impatiently, and slowly drew out her wand, trying not to look aggressive. "Not everyone has such a crude wand. You comforted me a lot back then."

He studied Sara's wand carefully, and finally believed her. He put down his hand in fear, hesitated for a while, and said, "We need to find a safe place to talk."

Apparently, with the lessons learned from Sierra, he became more cautious, and he brought Sierra into the bar.Sara noticed that the boss at the counter frowned at them. Just when Sara thought he would stop him, he turned his head away again—a tall and thin old man. caught his eyes.

"The Hog's Head is not that famous," said the person next to him, and then led him to a small cubicle upstairs, closed the door, and cast a silencing spell before relaxing again.

"...So, Miss Morris." He squinted at Sierra, "Did you follow me here?"

"At first I thought I had misunderstood the person." Saila admitted indirectly, "I'm glad I followed you, after all, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

He smiled, but she didn't change the subject, "So...you eavesdropped on us?"

Sai La pouted, "I wanted to give you a surprise, but who knows... I didn't have the courage to intervene at that time."

He chose to remain silent, and Sierra could clearly feel his doubts, so she stepped forward aggrievedly, took his hand holding the wand and aimed it at her head, "If you're really worried, cast an Oblivion Curse on me! "As he said, he closed his eyes, looking like he was being slaughtered.

Now he panicked—no one dared to point a wand at her before, the lord didn't even allow them to speak loudly to her, even the werewolf tried to restrain himself in front of her—it had happened once Lesson learned.

"no……"

——This is the moment!

Sira slid out her wand sharply, pointed it precisely at his stomach, "—— Cruciatus!"

He immediately fell to the ground, let out a sharp wail, twitched uncontrollably, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of panic and shock.

Sira kicked his wand aside quickly, then looked down at him and smiled softly, "I know it's uncomfortable, but you should get used to it."

"... Mo... Miss Morris..."

Still holding her hand up, she aimed the tip of her wand exactly at his heart, and said softly, "Come on, tell me his plan."

He shivered into a ball, "No...can't say..."

"But I want to know very much now." Saila said helplessly.

"You... want to betray the master?!" He said incoherently, looking at Saila in disbelief.

Saila suddenly turned pale, and smiled stiffly after a while, "Don't put it so harshly, I'm just... just curious."

"You're crazy! You actually want to betray him!!" He growled, and suddenly rushed forward, grabbing her ankles with both hands.

Sira frowned in disgust, and cast the Cruciatus Curse on him again.Ignoring his distorted face in pain, he said, "You just need to answer my question. I don't have much time to spend here with you." Malfoy should be looking for her now, and she must go back as soon as possible.

"No... I don't know anything..." He held his head tremblingly. "Don't ask me...Master...Master will kill me..."

She sighed helplessly, "But if you don't say anything now, I will kill you immediately."

"No...Miss Morris!" He exclaimed, begging to get closer to her, but the wand was pointed at him all the time, and he could only kneel down humbly, "Please! Miss Morris!"

"Say it, and I'll let you go, but you can't go back, you should know his temper. It's best to escape to the Muggle world, where you'll be much safer...I'll help you find a place to stay. ’ Saira said indifferently.

He twisted his face and struggled for a long time, until Sara showed an impatient expression before he uttered in panic, "Master ordered Malfoy...to kill Dumbledore."

Saila's eyes widened in shock, and it took a long time to react, and she murmured in disbelief: "Impossible! He can't complete this task alone!"

"Of course," he whispered, "so someone will help him."

"You mean the Death Eaters? They can't even get through the gates of Hogwarts!" Saila said angrily. "Don't try to trick me!"

"Don't dare! I'm telling the truth!" He screamed in panic, "Borkin has a disappearing cabinet, and the other one is at Hogwarts! They use this as a means of transportation!"

Sira frowned, and gave Cruciatus again just as he was about to get up—she didn't like being interrupted while she was thinking.

"——that's all I know!!" He screamed miserably, rolling on the dirty floor.

"All?" Sara asked. "Where is the other Vanishing Cabinet hidden in Hogwarts?"

"I don't know! Malfoy is the executor of this plan... I mean little Malfoy," he said hastily, "that's all I know! There is absolutely no lie...Miss Morris, please You trust my loyalty to you!"

Sai La looked at him expressionlessly, she could clearly feel pleading and fear from his body, and his whole body was trembling.Before coming to Hogwarts, Sierra had a good relationship with him, and since we haven't seen each other for so long, his appearance has hardly changed.If we get together at another time, Saila is willing to catch up with him.

it's a pity.

Sera thought regretfully.

"...I'm sorry." Sara heard herself say, and it was a disgusting sound.

He froze for a moment, then crawled back a few times in horror, "No...you promised me...as long as I say it, you will let me go!"

A dull pain erupted from the depths, and Sara made a dry voice: "He also promised me that as long as I go to Hogwarts, he will let them go... He clearly promised me!" Finally, she Screaming terribly, her trembling voice seemed to be deliberately suppressing something.

The man flinched, "Mrs. Morris wanted to take you away...but it's none of my business, it was done by the master himself! I...I begged for mercy..."

"—Avada Kedavra!"

The green light sank into his chest, and the words of begging for mercy came to an end, as if the pause button had been pressed, and he collapsed on the ground, his facial features still distorted in horror.

Saila stared at him blankly for a while, then turned around and tore off the worn-out curtain cloth, wrapped it around her body, and then looked at her face in the mirror—the effect of the medicine had not yet disappeared.

She walked out calmly, and once again felt the sight of the bar owner, but this time she didn't go to investigate, but left the Pig's Head bar impatiently.

Along the way, Sera moved her unconscious feet in a daze.

Saila breathed weakly, like a terminally ill patient on the verge of death, her limbs were frozen to the bone by the bone-chilling cold, but the next moment, she gasped again, unable to tell whether it was because of fear or excitement.

—she killed a Death Eater!

She looked down at her wand in a dazed way—it had killed so many people that Sara would hallucinate that she heard whines every time she held it to sleep.

"Don't be afraid..." Saila murmured, "Don't be afraid...it's okay...anyway, it can't get any worse..."

【You can't let her go to Hogwarts!What exactly are you trying to do! 】

[You can stand here and talk to me, it is already my greatest tolerance, don't challenge my patience. 】

【No... I can help you with more things... She is just a child...】

【You betrayed me, you should be glad that you are still alive, instead of making demands on me. 】

【Give me another chance... Please...】

【Or let her speak for herself... Sara, my little princess, are you willing to obey my arrangement? 】

The white wand was aimed precisely at the crying woman kneeling on the ground.

【certainly. 】

[Good boy, you can come and see them anytime during your vacation... if you don't receive my order. 】

Sierra walked back along the original path, took off her cloak until she rushed into the noisy crowd, and carefully sorted out her stretched clothes before arriving at the small park.

——He was sitting on the bench with a bad face, and there was a cup of poured pink milk tea at his feet.

【The master gave Malfoy a task... Little Malfoy. 】

She watched him greedily and desperately.

"You can't do this every time." Saila whispered to herself as she approached him, "You have to...you have to pay something."

She needs to seize this opportunity.

The author has something to say: I watched Kazakhstan 7 yesterday

The plot is called a tragic, that is called a tragic~

The professor cried from the beginning to the end, especially when he was holding Lily's body and crying~ I also cried on the side

Thinking about it now makes me want to cry~~~ woo woo~~~

Seriously traumatized~