[HP] S·M event book

No.58 Um... that person. (5)

--late at night.

He sat on the bed, played with the wand in his hand for a while, frowned slightly and looked out the window, the moon hidden in the mist made him feel even more unhappy.

'... Nagini. ' he let out an eerie distorted hiss.

The huge boa constrictor curled up on the carpet opened its eyes, slid its body and climbed onto the bed, and finally stopped beside him, 'What's wrong?My master. '

He stretched out his hand and stroked its head gently. He didn't speak, and leaned lazily on the pillow, closing his eyes and meditating.

It obediently stood aside without making a sound.

After a while, he sighed, then sat up from the bed, picked up the black robe at the side and draped it casually on his body, and walked out of the room while wearing a belt.

It hesitated for a moment, but did not follow.

—she wasn't mature enough to endure everything.

He walked in the silent corridor without making any sound, and the dim light made his body dizzy with a cold halo.Finally stopped at the door of a room around the corner.

Inaudible weeping came from inside the door, intermittently, but one could clearly feel that they were being suppressed, perhaps biting the corner of the quilt, or biting their lips.

He looked at the exquisite carvings on the door and became absorbed, his scarlet pupils became dull in the darkness, like red gemstones that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

After a while, he gently opened the door.

A large piece of the quilt on the bed was arched, and the sound of muffled weeping leaked out of it, and precisely drilled into his ears.He narrowed his eyes, walked lightly to the bed, and pulled back the quilt.

The furry golden head was raised slightly, tears covered the whole small face, the cheeks were flushed, and it was hard to tell whether it was from crying or boredom.Sai La looked at him with tears in her eyes, her round eyes were swollen to the point of disfigurement, she sobbed and did not speak.

He sighed again, fished Saila out of the bed, then lay on the bed, held her in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly.

So the tears were out of control again, and Saila held on to the clothes on his chest tightly, and the sound of weeping gradually turned into howling, and the whole body was overwhelmed by sadness and pain, which made her almost suffocate.

He closed his eyes, did not speak, and continued to move his hands mechanically.

The dark room was filled with sorrow.

I don't know how long it took, the crying gradually subsided, and Saila said intermittently while sobbing: "Annie... Actually, my relationship with her...was not good at first..."

"..."

"It wasn't easy in Slytherin at first... so I needed someone who... could help me," Sira sniffled. "I cast an Imperius Curse on a boy... to make him I wrote a love letter to Annie... I made an appointment to meet at night... I hid in the dark to scare her... and then came out to help her..."

"..."

"Our relationship eased a bit after that..." Saila said, "She never knew I did it. But I do know... She approached me for Zachary in the first place... But didn't you say that ?Only the result is the most important...We really became good friends later..."

He hummed lightly to show that he was listening.

Sai La talked about many things about Annie incoherently, happy and unhappy, and the more she talked, the more uncomfortable she became, but there was no way to stop it.

"...We made an appointment to go to France, and we planned what to buy and what to see." Saila said.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment.

Sai La raised her head and looked at him without flinching, "Why is it Annie?"

The air seemed to freeze, and a faint chill penetrated into the marrow of the bone--Sira couldn't help but wince.

He eased his expression slightly, remained silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Wilton is helping the Order of the Phoenix. As a pure-blood noble, the influence of this family is not small. I need to give a warning to those who are ambiguous. .”

Saila was suffocating, and asked with difficulty: "You can use various methods to deal with them, but... why do you want me to do it?"

He looked at her expressionlessly, "...Don't you know the answer? Ask it now, what do you want to hear? Yes? No? Don't do unnecessary things."

"Can you... can you..." Saila wept silently, begging him humbly, "Don't treat me like this again, please... I will be obedient..."

He silently kissed her on the forehead, and then gently pressed her little head into his arms.

"Go to sleep."

When Sai La woke up the next day, he was no longer there. It was hard to say whether he was grateful or disappointed.

There was a light knock on the door, and after Serra answered, Wormtail walked in.

"What's the matter?" Sara asked while rubbing her swollen eyes.

Wormtail bowed respectfully at first, and then said: "The master went out early in the morning, and he ordered me to take Miss Morris to Malfoy Manor."

Sai La was stunned, "Did the master explain anything?"

"only these."

Sira frowned, then waved her hand wearily, signaling Wormtail to go out.

After washing up, Sara packed her luggage, and walked out of Riddle's old house with Wormtail. They didn't stop until they were out of the restricted range. Before disappearing, Sara glanced at the building blankly. spooky house.

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The place where they landed was a grove not far from Malfoy Manor. Sara guessed that it was because Malfoy Manor also imposed certain restrictions that prevented them from directly reaching there.

Wormtail once again helped Sira land safely. Sara tidied up her slightly messy clothes, and when she looked up, she found that Wormtail was looking in a certain direction, so she followed his line of sight—luxury and spectacular Malfoy Manor.

"It's beautiful." Saila said.

Wormtail came back to his senses, and quickly agreed, "Of course."

Sierra smiled and stared blankly at the manor, "Do you know Draco Malfoy?"

Wormtail froze, then nodded, "You mean the young master of the Malfoy family? Of course you know."

"Do you think he already knows about my relationship with that lord?" Saila murmured, as if talking to herself, "Mrs. Malfoy was there yesterday, she must have told him... I've been lying to him."

Wormtail hesitated for a while, and said, "You don't need to worry about this, Miss Morris. Yesterday, the master signaled that no one should disclose anything about you...No one can disobey the orders of the master."

Sai La was a little surprised, and then smiled happily, "Shall we go in and sit down together?"

Wormtail shook his head, so Saila suggested that he should send him away for a while, and he might not be able to see each other for another year when the school started, so he had to continue walking with her.Walking on the road, Sierra would find some topics to break the silence from time to time.

"I remember you used to look down on me," Saila said with a smile, "you were timid and cowardly, you only knew to cry all day long, and then you talked about going home, you and little Barty always respected me in front of the master. If you pick on me, only Saru will defend me."

Wormtail smiled dryly, but did not answer.

"Later, the master gave you and little Barty a Cruciatus Curse, and you became honest." Saila said, "It should be at that time that you started to pay attention to me, and then you started to treat me... um... Please please me, you have always been good at this. As long as you don't get involved with the master, you will always give me a hand. Why do you always look at me so badly at first?"

Wormtail rubbed his hands obsequiously, "No, no, big misunderstanding, I have always been loyal to you, Merlin testifies."

Sierra glanced at him with a half-smile, and then casually said: "By the way, last time Malfoy and I sneaked to Hogsmeade to play, I saw you."

Wormtail frowned, curled up, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Oh... oh, the master has a task for me."

Sierra turned a deaf ear, "Then I followed you. You and Mr. Bokin from Knockturn Alley seemed to be discussing something, at the Pig's Head Bar."

He stopped suddenly.

Almost at the same time, Sierra turned around to face him, drew the wand that had been hidden in her sleeve into her palm, pointed it at him accurately, tilted her head, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

He stared at her wide-eyed and shrunk his head, as if he could avoid being pointed at by the wand. "Oh! Miss Morris! What's the matter with you?"

"You're not Wormtail," Saira said coldly.

"—what a misunderstanding!" he cried sharply, "how can you doubt your faithful servant so much!"

Sara sighed, and said helplessly, "Let me guess, the person who asked you to pretend to be Wormtail might have told you that he himself was dead, and then gave you some of his hair. But he probably didn't tell you Who killed Wormtail - or even he didn't know. I've been wondering who was able to stay by his side for so long without revealing themselves... To know him is to know Wormtail, and of course, the latter Apparently it's not too difficult. After thinking about it, only Death Eaters are the only ones, but no one has the guts to betray him... So, tell me, who are you."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," he said tremblingly, and when Sira wasn't looking, he jerked his wand out.

"-- Cruciatus!"

He let out a shrill wail, fell to his knees instantly, and his wand rolled to the side.

"I killed him with my own hands." Saila said coldly, "I will ask you one last time—who are you?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Larry GN for your reminder

[If Wormtail is dead, then his hair is useless

Otherwise, Barty Jr. doesn’t have to lock Moody in the box]

There is a BUG here, and I haven’t thought of a way to solve it yet. If it is changed, there will be a plot that cannot continue~~ORZ

For now... please ignore it for now