[HP] S·M event book

No.63 Well...Dumbledore. (1)

The atmosphere at Malfoy Manor has been weird lately.

For example, Narcissa showed considerable enthusiasm for Sara again, and Sara couldn't figure out what Narcissa was thinking. As Narcissa said, she didn't tell Draco about her, so it made Sira I feel flattered and at the same time feel a little... weird.

Sierra tested Narcissa privately while Draco was away at Malfoy Manor.

[If you are confident that you can hide it for a lifetime, then try it. 】

Such ambiguous answers made Saila feel embarrassed—Nacissa seemed to know what she was thinking.With such despicable little thoughts, every time I saw Draco, I would feel overwhelmed and out of breath.

Sierra was holding the light blue milk tea, sipping it with a straw in her mouth, sneaking a peek at Draco beside her from time to time—Draco always looked very casual at home, with platinum blonde hair messily Scattered on the forehead, the simple shirt drooped loosely on the body, and two buttons were lazily buttoned.He was now concentrating on the brick-like book in his hands - it was mesmerizing.

Sera retracted her gaze calmly, with a slightly heavy heart.Draco had been so nice to her, and she had paid for it all with lies.She didn't know how long she could keep the secret, but the thought of the consequences of being exposed made her panic.

Draco, who was leaning on the side, blinked, closed the book in his hand, and looked at Sierra solemnly, "Why don't you continue reading?"

Before the milk tea in her mouth was completely swallowed, Saila choked in shock from the sudden sound, coughed out of breath, and colorful bubbles floated out of her mouth and nose. His pale face suddenly turned crimson.

Draco stretched out his hand leisurely, popping the bubbles in the air one by one, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had finally achieved his goal - he bought this cup of milk tea specially after going around to Hogsmeade.

Until Sierra finally managed to catch her breath, Draco didn't show any concern, let alone take care of him.Serra glared at her furiously and said, "—you're too much!"

Draco pouted noncommittally, took a few sips of milk tea from Sierra's hand, and then said slowly: "You deserve it." He should be very handsome just now. Dad once said that a focused man is the most attractive .But she was dazed after watching it for a long time, wasting his thoughts in vain.

Sara jumped up grinning, snatched the book from his lap, and made a gesture to slap him on the forehead.Draco quickly grabbed her wrist, put the brick-like book aside, then pulled her back to the sofa, forced her to lean against him, and said along her back one by one: "Get rid of this bad habit , a wizard should be used to solving problems with a wand."

Serra gritted her teeth and said, "Or you should consider becoming a professor!"

"But that won't do me much good." Draco said in a serious tone, and then he paused, frowning, "Do you think that's all I can do?"

Sierra rolled her eyes and said, "Are you questioning Professor Snape?" Then she immediately noticed that Draco's body froze slightly, and secretly delighted.

After a while, Draco said angrily, "Don't think that if mom likes you, you can climb on top of me!"

The corners of Sierra's mouth froze, "... If you have a way to persuade Mrs. Malfoy to let me change my clothes more often, I think I will definitely listen to you."

Draco looked at the little tan dress she was wearing.Nodding clearly, "You should learn more from your mother's taste, don't always be so shabby."

Sara was out of breath, and stretched out her hand to pinch his arm by virtue of the posture, and turned it around half a circle. Draco gasped in pain, and quickly struggled to jump up, groaning while rubbing the sore spot, "You always forget to control your strength!"

Sara stuck out the tip of her tongue, smiled flatteringly, and took his arm and blew on the red and swollen place.

At this time, Narcissa walked out from the fireplace, and the two of them separated quickly, standing upright in a serious manner.Seeing this scene, Narcissa raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that I came back at the wrong time."

Sierra shrunk her neck, and secretly tugged at the corner of Draco's clothes, signaling him to solve the trouble. Draco quietly slapped his paw away, then smiled stiffly at Narcissa, but didn't know what to say .

Narcissa chose to ignore the small movements between them, "Pack up, you will go to St. Mungo's Hospital later, and then go directly back to Hogwarts."

Draco froze, "Saint Mungo? What are you doing there?"

Narcissa snorted coldly, showed her eerie white teeth and said with a smile, "Visiting a doctor."

Neither of them noticed—or let themselves seem to ignore—Sira's sudden freezing.

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Even if relative measures are taken, there is no way to completely cover up the strong smell of potions in St. Mungo's Hospital.Painful wailing and crying could be heard from time to time in the corridor. Sierra and Draco came directly to an intensive care unit. When Sierra saw the person on the hospital bed, her face turned pale. Laco's eyes widened in disbelief.

Dumbledore was lying on the bed, his skinny body was wrapped loosely in a white hospital gown, his right half of his face had been destroyed, showing a deformed scorched black like his right hand, they Like a terrible virus, it spread from Dumbledore's right hand to his face, which made him look as if he had rolled in a circle of fire-it was hard to imagine that this person was still alive.

Sera stared at his chest tightly, trying to feel the slight rise and fall, to prove that the old man was not dead.

As if aware of someone, Dumbledore narrowed his left eye, looked at the three people at the door for a while, and pulled out a weak smile, "I'm sorry I can't prepare some candy for you, the doctor forbids me to eat these. "

Sai La stared at him blankly, and found that his right cheek was completely necrotic, and he couldn't make any expressions like his left cheek, which made him look weird.

Draco was the first to react, took Sierra's hand, and led her to the edge of the hospital bed, hesitated to speak, and said after a while, "You look... bad."

"A little bit," said Dumbledore, looking at Draco. "I thought you'd at least bring some dessert. Potions taste terrible."

Draco was silent for a while, then glanced calmly at Sierra who was beside him with a pale face, and sighed, "Is it from Honeydukes? I'll go and bring you some now."

Only then did Dumbledore look a little more energetic, "Remember not to be discovered."

After Draco left, the ward fell into an eerie silence.

Sai La looked at him blankly, and said after a while, "What's going on?"

Dumbledore held her hand with some difficulty, and the biting cold temperature made Sara tremble, "It's just a price to be bewitched."

"...Are you dying?" Saila asked in a low voice.

He froze, looked at Saila, and chose to remain silent.

Sierra stared at him tightly, but no matter how much she begged in her heart, Dumbledore never gave a negative answer.Her heart sank gradually, "...you lied to me!" She held his hand fiercely, wishing to crush it.A rusty piece of iron was maliciously stuffed into the throat, and the breath that spewed out exuded a disgusting bloody smell. "You knew at that time that you would not live long! You tricked me into making a contract with you!"

Dumbledore closed his eyes, "Sira...listen to me..."

"—you're not even going to keep your promise!!!" Sira interrupted him, screaming in anger and desperation.

"Calm down, Sierra." Dumbledore said softly, holding her hand back with a touch of reassurance, "I didn't lie to you, that contract is fair."

"Fair?" Saila shook his hand fiercely, "Let me guess, even if you die, the contract is still valid. If I don't want to die, I have to be tied to the savior like a dog! And you? What else can a dead person bear? This is what you call fair?!"

Dumbledore sighed, propped himself up with difficulty, and sat up. He took out his wand from under the pillow, stroked it with his intact but only a layer of skin left hand, and said with a smile: "Its character is terrible, and it only recognizes the strong...so it doesn't listen to me now."

Saila didn't answer, she gritted her teeth and stared at him, wishing to curse him to death immediately.

Dumbledore focused his gaze on Sierra again, his blue eyes were so clear that he didn't look like a dying old man at all, "The contract is fair, what I promised has been arranged, There is only the last one left, but due to time constraints... I don’t think I can finish it myself.”

Sierra sneered, "You mean to say that all the affairs of the Malfoy family have been arranged, but I was left alone?"

"It's not difficult to change your identity, but who can guarantee that Voldemort won't notice?" Dumbledore said calmly, "He pays more attention to you... than I imagined."

"This is not a reason for you to break the contract!" Saila said, "You can also arrange my affairs secretly, and let the savior announce it after the war is over! He should be the person you trust the most!"

Dumbledore shook his head, "Similarly, no one can guarantee that he will still be alive at that time."

Saila was stunned. He was right, but if more people knew the secret, the chance of exposure would also increase.What's more, just because Dumbledore trusts people doesn't mean she can trust them too.Except that man's sworn enemy - Harry Potter.

Saila covered her face wearily, squatted down, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, "You people... always like to drive people to death."

Dumbledore stared at the wand in his hand—it had been with him all his life, but he still couldn't love his wand like ordinary wizards.

He has lost so much.

"...sometimes... magic has unexpected results. Believe me, Sira, the contract is fair."

Sara closed her eyes numbly.

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