[HP] S·M event book

No.48 Hmm...prelude. (2)

Sierra clearly remembered how she felt that night—although she didn't understand why she lost control at the time, but after only one night, everything returned to normal.While he breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of regret took root in his heart.

— Unscrupulous.

This feeling was wonderful, and Saila looked at her hands in a trance—they were trembling slightly, and the tips of her ten fingers seemed to have pooled a lot of blood, making them extremely heavy.She clenched her hands suddenly, and pressed the second joint of her left index finger against her teeth. A little pain woke her up.

"What's wrong?" Annie mumbled, chewing the food in her mouth, "Is your body still not well?"

Saila pursed her lips, and holding the knife and fork skillfully cut the steak on the plate into pieces, but she didn't intend to eat them, "No, it's all right."

"I don't know when you became so weak and sick." Annie said worriedly, "Don't you think you have been in the medical wing too much this school year?"

Saila said with a bitter face, "I sincerely hope that I won't go there again. You must know that most of the medicines given by Madam Pomfrey are extremely bitter."

"Well, I hope too." Annie pretended to pray for her, and said with a smile when she got a roll of eyes, "This holiday, are you free?"

Sierra thought about it and nodded.

"Then come with me." Annie said happily, "My dad plans to travel to France this time. I hope to have a friend by my side. It's so boring to be with adults all the time!"

If it was changed in the past, Saila would definitely agree happily, but now, she is not in the mood to think about travel, so she said perfunctorily: "Let's talk."

This answer made Annie snort dissatisfied.

Sierra looked towards the classroom mat calmly. Principal Dumbledore had dinner as usual, and said a word or two to Professor McGonagall beside him from time to time. Everything was so normal, but he didn't know what he was doing. What will be faced.Tomorrow night, that most honored position may be vacant.

It's not that Sara didn't think about telling Principal Dumbledore about the conversation she heard in Hogsmeade, but such words would not bring her any more benefits. A small kindness in exchange for the greatest white wizard's Life wasn't worth it - maybe they'd think that's what a Hogwarts student should do.What's more, Saila didn't just want to help them.

There is only one chance, and Sira must make the most of it.

That person's plan is about to start, but Saila has no extra time to find the disappearing cabinet.It makes her anxious.Perhaps Dumbledore can only let Dumbledore cover her with the wings of protection through the way of informant-such a shallow return makes Sara feel very unwilling.So she used the remaining time to think about whether there was any other way.

At this time, Dumbledore looked at Sara, and the sudden staring made Sara feel uneasy and guilty. He smiled at her friendlyly, and Sara immediately lowered her head awkwardly.

hold on.Saila told herself, isn't there still one more day?Once again she decided to put the crude plan of snitching to the end.

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Saila finished eating in a daze, and no matter what Anne said in the middle, she faltered and faltered. This attitude made Annie feel angry and wronged, and she ran away with red eyes.Sera felt guilty after recovering, and wanted to apologize to her after the incident was over, and then followed her to France with a dead face—Anne was easy to coax.

Even if the end of the world is coming, Sera's labor service will continue.For the first time, she felt that this was a waste of time, but she still came to the cellar on time.She had to face Snape with [-]% energy and not let him notice anything was wrong.

With this in mind, Sera read the password and entered the office. To her surprise, Snape was not there, and Draco was sitting on the chair and stool reading a book.

Hearing the movement, Draco just raised his eyes lazily to show that he knew that such a person had appeared, and then returned his attention to the book on his lap. "The professor has something to do at night, you can do whatever you want."

Sierra obediently found a chair and sat down, holding the book like Draco did.

The two chose to be silent at the same time, and Sera couldn't help but secretly looked at Draco - the tense jaw revealed his tension, the originally pale cheeks were now without the slightest color, and the book on the lap came in from Sera It hasn't been turned over until now, which is enough to show that he is distracted.

Saila hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously, "...you seem to be in a bad mood."

Draco showed a look of being awakened, he looked at Sierra in a state of disorientation, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.Draco closed the book, leaned back tiredly, adjusted a relatively comfortable posture, and said hoarsely: "A little bit."

Serra was sure he was nervous about tomorrow night.

She didn't understand why this difficult and impossible task was taught to Draco?Saila even wondered if he really dared to kill people—it was not a good feeling. The first person Saila killed was a prisoner who was used to practice spells for her. She didn't know the name and identity of a woman, but she I will always remember the first successful scene of using the Death Curse—the eerie, cold green light, the broken puppet doll.

Just one word, one swing of the wand can take a life.

But "he" was satisfied because he had killed a man.

Saila controlled her breathing and pretended to ask casually, "What's wrong?"

This question brought out the things in his heart, and Draco once again felt terrified and nervous, they were like giant monsters shaking sticks, impacting his thinking, and countless noises screamed in his head, Noticing that those green eyes were probing himself, Draco quickly gathered his energy to cover up his abnormality, and said a little angrily, "It's none of your business!"

Even if it was the expected answer, Sierra still felt a little disappointed.

Draco felt discouraged seeing her dimmed expression, she just cared about herself and did nothing wrong.Don't bring unrelated emotions to this skittish bunny.Draco warned himself so, then cleared his throat, and drew her attention again. He straightened his expression and said seriously: "Stay in the dormitory honestly tomorrow night, and don't come out to run around again."

Although it was the second time she heard such words, Saila suddenly felt as if her heart had been scratched severely by a cat's paw, causing sharp pain.

Sera couldn't imagine, what would happen if his mission failed?

"He" will regard him as an abandoned child—the lord never shows mercy to the loser, not to mention this is the second time the Malfoy family has failed, if Draco survives the white wizard's hands by chance, it will not be avoided The Dark Lord's punishment - that was often more terrible than death.Taking a step back, even if Draco survives in the end, what he will face is the complete collapse of the Malfoy family - neither the Dark Lord nor the White Wizard will tolerate this surname anymore.Maybe Draco will be sent to Azkaban by then.

But no matter what, in Sai La's eyes, he must fail.

Sierra stared at Draco unfocused, both determined and bewildered.

Draco was horrified by her, but when he was about to say something, Sierra immediately blinked and asked doubtfully, "Why?"

Draco frowned in dissatisfaction, and said, "Anyway, just listen to me." After a while, he softened his attitude, and said lightly: "Don't ask too many irrelevant things, anyway, I don't want to will hurt you."

...But I will hurt you.

The cold voice flashed in my mind, the fists hidden in the cuffs were tightly clenched, Saila licked her dry lips, and then said weakly: "I'm just... a little worried."

The cat-like voice made Draco slightly relax his nerves, and his heavy heart was no longer so suffocating, "Don't worry, it will be fine." He paused, then murmured, "...I will do well of."

Sierra was dazed for a moment, she stared blankly at Draco, as if thinking of something, her dull green eyes suddenly brightened.

She wants to live with the people she cares about.

Live unscrupulously.

To be able to walk in the name of Isaiah Morris in an upright manner anywhere in the world, and will no longer be interfered with by others, will never be... destroyed by others.

This was supposed to be her life.

So no matter what, Albus Dumbledore must live - he is the only person "he" fears.

She longed for the era without wars to come.

The author has something to say: the late update~~sorry~--

And~ I hope after this chapter~ Saila's image won't plummet~--

pray silently