[HP] S·M event book

No.54 Um... that person. (1)

Hogwarts Castle in the early morning is still very quiet, even though many people are excited for the arrival of the holiday, they will not come out to make trouble early in the morning.

Sera carried a small suitcase, gently closed the bedroom door and walked away.When passing by Annie's bedroom, she stopped in her tracks, then stuffed an envelope through the door, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, next time we'll go to France together... Actually, I like Egypt better."

She could already imagine that Anne would be furious after reading the letter, or she would cry out of anger—hoping that Anne wouldn't punch herself when they met at the beginning of school.Sierra smiled helplessly, and then disappeared into the corridor without turning her head.

Saila walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, and according to her own memory, she came to the place where Parkinson played a prank last time—this is a marginal area, and there are generally no weird creatures running around.

The cold and damp atmosphere made Saila frowned, and the towering trees completely blocked the faint light outside, isolating this place into another space.Sara looked around with squinted eyes, and after a while she spotted a beautiful golden cup under a tree.

She paused for breath, and then ordered herself to move there. Saila looked down at the cup for a while, fear gradually spread all over her body, and she trembled uncontrollably. She took a small step back in panic, and staggered and fell on the ground land.Supporting herself feebly with her hands, she stared at the cup.Pressing ten fingers on the wet grass, the leaves seemed to have turned into blades, cutting the ground with blood, and the sharp pain penetrated into the blood along with the overwhelming fear, making them howl and shout continuously.

She couldn't help letting out a small choked sob, leaned forward slightly, and slowly stretched out her trembling right hand, and finally, her fingertips still touched the cold metal.

As if falling into a huge whirlpool, she used her last strength to roughly tear off a piece of grass under her palm, and her body was forcibly sucked in.The viscera were constantly being squeezed, and then there was a terrifying sense of weightlessness.

Just before landing, her body suddenly stopped falling. Saila pursed her lips, then adjusted her posture and stood up straight. When she saw the person who helped, she narrowed her eyes, "Wormtail?"

He folded his hands in front of his chest, held his wand in his leather-gloved right hand, excited his small eyes, twitched his mouse-like nose, and shouted excitedly, "Oh! Miss Morris! See you again!" You...have a good time."

Sierra tilted her head to look at him for a while, then straightened the messy clothes on her body. She looked around, and immediately saw the old Riddle house not far away, the house before entering Hogwarts. For two years, she has been living here.

The heartbeat stopped suddenly, and her limbs were cold. Saila pursed her lips and asked lightly, "Where is the master?"

"Haven't come back yet, but the master wants me to wait here for you." Wormtail said obsequiously, "You came so early."

Serra gave him another look, then turned and walked towards the house that looked gloomy even in the morning, with Wormtail following him at his leisurely, rat-like stalking even then.

"Who's here?" Sara asked.

Wormtail was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and made a small sharp voice, "Not many...but they will be back soon."

Sara looked back at him again—this time from head to toe, with a look that wanted to tear Wormtail's skin off to see what color it was inside.

Wormtail shivered for a moment, and said submissively, "Oh...Miss Morris."

Sierra thought for a while, gave him a friendly and kind smile, pushed the door open and walked in.

Seeing this familiar decoration, Sai La was in a trance for a moment, as if she had never left.She witnessed it when it was the most dilapidated and dilapidated, and also when it was restored to life.

There were a few scattered people sitting on the sofa and beside the dining table, and with the sound of the door opening, everyone focused their attention on Saila.

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"Who is this yellow-haired girl?" A haggard-looking woman uttered a baby-like voice, "Nagini's food?"

This caused a burst of laughter.

"Is it enough to fit between the teeth?" said a hideous-looking man.

"Pay attention to your wording, it's 'she'." The woman gloated and reminded, and then saw the man's face turn pale in an instant—everyone knew that Nagini was that man's baby.

Her voice made Sara shudder, and whispered to Wormtail, "Who is she?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Wormtail replied respectfully.

The woman whose full name was read let out a hoarse roar.

"Oh! No!" exclaimed Wormtail, stopping her from drawing her wand, and then said tremblingly, "Don't be rude to her."

Bellatrix paused slightly, then turned to a big man and said, "McNeil, who is she?"—McNeil was one of the people who were not imprisoned in Azkaban.

McNeil shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

Bellatrix looked at Wormtail dissatisfied, "What are you showing off?"

"Oh! I don't dare!" Wormtail shook his hands in fear, "but the only ones who have seen Miss Morris are me and little Barty."—and the other person has already been given a kiss by the dementor.

Sierra frowned at the familiar name—the Barty Crouch who used to target her.At the beginning, he didn't pick her faults less, and even if that person punished him, it didn't change him - on this point, Wormtail obviously had a lot of sense.

At that time, Saru was still alive, and of course Barty Jr. was still alive, and there were only five people living in this house... oh, six if you count Nagini.

Sera was with Saru almost every day, and she rarely met that person—so much so that she dared to be lazy under the eyes of the good-tempered Saru—such as sleeping in class, or making Saru change halfway. Come up with something interesting.In her mind at the time, wizard and magician were synonymous.

But that doesn't mean that person doesn't know what they're doing every day.In addition to Saru's secretive reports every day, there are also Barty Jr. and Wormtail's... broken mouths.Saila felt that the reason why the man decided to discipline her himself after regaining his body must be the "credit" of the two of them.In just two months, all her problems were corrected.

A few days after Little Barty's accident, Saru also died, so that Sera had only Wormtail with whom she could communicate a little bit.She had to be friendly with him.

Saila tugged at the hem of Wormtail's clothes, and after gaining his attention, she said somewhat cautiously: "I want to rest for a while...is my room ready?"

"Of course!" said Wormtail obsequiously, and led Sira up the stairs in the silence.

Sera heard the woman in the uncomfortable voice babble about her identity.

That person still didn't admit herself, but compared to before, she could at least appear in front of the Death Eaters now.

They went to the innermost room—this was where Serra had lived before.After Wormtail pushed the door open, he didn't take a step forward. When closing the door, he said mysteriously: "Master left you something nice."

The room was very clean and simple, except for some necessary furniture, there was nothing extra. The morning sun came in from the window, which made the place look a little warmer, but it also made her cold from the beginning to the end. The limbs regained a little feeling.

Sierra caught sight of the strange object—a mirror nearly reaching the ceiling.She came to the bed, put down her luggage, and then walked to the mirror.

——It appeared in a strange place, and as far as she knew, that person had never liked such flashy things.

"Erised?" Sierra stood on tiptoe, raised her head, squinted her eyes to vaguely see the name displayed on the top, she thought for a while, and then whispered, "...Desire?"

Finally, Sera set her sights on the smooth mirror.

The pupils contracted suddenly, the blood froze in an instant, and the originally cold limbs were completely stiff at this moment, as if necrotic.The heart was beating violently and rapidly, hammering her eardrums one after another, deafening and painful.

Her eyes widened—full of panic and fear, she turned her head suddenly, but there was nothing behind her.Only then did she understand the meaning of the mirror.The neck seemed to be rusted, and it turned back extremely inflexibly. She held her breath and stared at the mirror.

Saila couldn't help but took a few steps back, but at the next moment, as if she was bewitched by something, she moved forward extremely slowly, as if a heavy iron ball was bound on her ankle.The cold fingers touched the mirror, and finally the whole palm stuck to it, and it was impossible to tell from which side the biting cold temperature came from.

This is the deepest desire of the heart.

But it's also disappointing.

She just kept looking at it like this, as if she couldn't take her eyes away from it for the rest of her life.She could feel countless voices clamoring in her body and mind, tearing her nerves crazily.

She held her breath and looked at it greedily and intently.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a small sound—it was the sound of the doorknob being turned.

Sara noticed it vaguely, but she didn't pay any attention. She didn't dare to look away, for fear of losing it if she was not careful.

"See what? My little princess."

The deep, hoarse, and cold tone made people shudder.

Saila looked back blankly, her scattered eyesight gradually became focused—for just a moment, the world became dead and lifeless.

Then she smiled coyly, with awe, with fear, with intimacy—just as before.

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