[HP] S·M event book

In just one night, Hogwarts seemed to be attacked by a dementor and fell into endless darkness.The auditorium, which was originally noisy, is now extremely quiet, and the atmosphere is very depressing. From time to time, there will be some sad whispers that will cause ripples.

"It's almost time," said Professor McGonagall, looking heavily at the students, with some tears on his wrinkled face, "Please follow your dean to the field, and the Gryffindor students will follow me."

The usually rowdy students are now walking very quietly. No one wants to make a little noise at this time.

Sierra was buried in the crowd, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Snape standing at the front of the Slytherin team. He was still in his usual attire, only he didn't seem to have changed much.Beside him stood Slughorn, whose exquisite emerald green robes contrasted sharply with Snape's.

Due to the relationship between grades, Draco and Sierra had no chance to stand together. Sierra could only see his tall back from behind, like a big tree, reassuring—a reassuring Death Eater.

Thinking of that person, Sai La's heart sank, and she was almost out of breath immediately.Her whole body seemed to be entangled in a devil's net, and a constant sense of powerlessness surged up, followed by an inexplicable irritability—she wanted to struggle hysterically, even if she died, it didn't matter.

Since when did everything about her have to do with that person?

The disasters she suffered were all caused by that person, and she felt that everyone around her was affected by him, and what she is trying to do now is also for that person.

Her current world is completely rotating around that person.

She felt that she was going to be swallowed by that person.

The fetters of blood, the fetters of hatred, whenever she searches for anything in her memory, it is related to him.

Like Hogwarts.

Like approaching Draco.

For example, try to learn magic by yourself.

Like making a contract with Dumbledore.

such as……

Everyone and everything has the shadow of that person, which made her feel extremely panicked.

Unknowingly, Sara followed everyone's footsteps to the lake. She sat on a chair and looked at the marble table in the middle. Sira suddenly felt absurd.

There were a lot of people at the funeral, most of whom Sara didn't know, and she could only pick out a few familiar ones——Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, when she just entered Hogwarts, she was in the Leaky Cauldron. After staying for a while, the boss was very enthusiastic. It should be said that he was very enthusiastic about everyone.

Madam Malkin in Diagon Alley, Sara remembered that she always received every guest happily and made clothes that fit them, but now the whole person was filled with sorrow.

There is also the owner of the Pig's Head Bar. Sara thought he was very familiar when he first went to Hogsmeade, but because he killed Wormtail at that time, he didn't pay attention to him. Now look carefully At first glance, it turned out that he looked a bit like Dumbledore.After hesitating for a moment, she guessed that she was being overwhelmed - basically every old man with a beard looks alike.

And Umbridge, but Sara's eyes only paused on her for a moment before picking her up.

The ghosts in the castle float in mid-air, and they look particularly unreal in the sunlight. ①

Sierra also noticed Harry, who hadn't appeared for a long time, sitting beside him were Ron and Hermione, and a girl with red hair.Harry's face was extremely pale, but he didn't show much pain. He stared at the long marble table in silence, and the people around him seemed to be whispering something, but he ignored it.As if aware of something, Harry raised his head and looked at Sierra.

The moment their eyes met, Sera saw bewilderment in his eyes, just like herself.

It took a while for Harry to come back to his senses, and nodded to her. Sierra pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and then looked back.He stared blankly at his hands on his knees.

"what happened?"

Sierra turned her head in a daze, only to find Draco sitting beside her, she managed to concentrate and shook her head, but after a while, she nodded again.

Draco frowned, and took one of her hands - the freezing temperature made his frown tighten even more.Draco brought her hand to his mouth, rubbing it lightly as he breathed.Saila stared blankly at his serious and careful actions, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes half-covered his eyes, and a soft light oozes from the gray-blue pupils.

The fingertips warmed up slightly and became less stiff, and the originally straight back relaxed at this moment.Saila withdrew her hand and whispered, "It's nothing."

Draco was slightly relieved when he saw her calm down.Of course he knew what Dumbledore's death meant to Sira.Draco turned to glance at Harry—hoping that this savior would not be ashamed of his name, but as a Malfoy, he couldn't cast his hopes on an outsider.He figured he had to try harder to do something.Thinking of this, he looked at Snape, only to realize that his attention seemed to be on their side all the time, Draco pursed his lips, and raised his head firmly towards Snape.

Snape squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

He has a family that needs his protection, and there are people he wants to protect, so no matter what, he must stand firmly at the forefront.

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The soft music gradually sounded, and almost everyone was looking for the source of the music. When people's heads stopped moving freely, Sara followed their sights and looked into the lake—a mermaid was singing②.It is also a foreign language, and the mermaid's is much better than the snake's. Thinking of the latter, Saila felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach—although she couldn't tell the difference between the human and the snake's language, but every time When he and Nagini used the latter to talk, Saru would show expressions of horror and disgust.

At this time, Hagrid was walking along the middle of the aisle. He was holding something wrapped in purple velvet with tears streaming down his face. His huge body seemed a little crumbling because of the grief, and many people around him threw strange things at him. ground gaze.

Serra knew what was inside the purple velvet.

Until Hagrid placed the body carefully on the long marble table③, Sierra could never take her eyes off of it.

The eulogy lingered intermittently in her ears, and Sara didn't catch a word.

There was a faint pain in his right arm, and Saila knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't suppress it.

At that time, she thought that there would always be a chance to make it up slowly in the future. The contract affected her and also affected Dumbledore, and he would not insist on violating it.

But now...

Dumbledore is dead.

The contract was unilaterally cut off, but she still had to continue to do and live according to the contract.Sierra did not feel reconciled to such unfairness. After all, according to Dumbledore's remarks at St. Mungo's Hospital, only the one about her was not fulfilled, and the Malfoy family's affairs were almost settled.

Now it seems that she didn't suffer too much.

It's just... what will she do with that person?

Saila asked herself again, what ability and ability did she have, and what qualifications did she have to fight against that person?

The answer left Sera desperate and confused.

He would take care of her meticulously and coax her when he couldn't bear the psychological shadow and fever after forcing her to learn black magic.

But he also killed her parents himself.

When he has time, he will hold her in his arms and ask Nagini to go out for a walk together. As long as she shows a slight emotion of liking, he will send it to her in the next moment.Treat her like a princess, and he will do anything about her himself.

But such a person who doted on her made her kill Annie.

He will be by her side when she is crying and helpless, and he will not allow Barty Jr., Wormtail, or even any Death Eaters to disrespect her.He is like a mountain, blocking all disasters and difficulties for her.

But everything she has endured so far was also brought by him.

……

Her thoughts gradually became chaotic, and a rusty saw was constantly cutting her throat, causing sharp and piercing pain, and a faint gasping sound emerged from it.

This is a dead end, but since she was nine years old, she has been walking on this dead end, and what is even more frightening is that it seems to have no end in sight.

No one is used to despair, but whenever there is a glimmer of firefly hope, she will desperately grab it, and then fall into the swamp again, and so on.But now, Dumbledore is dead, who else can help her?

Ministry of Magic?It would be a matter of time before she was infiltrated by that person. Leaving aside whether she, a student, had the opportunity to get in touch with them, how many of the people working inside would dare to stand up and firmly oppose that person?And because of her status, she couldn't trust any of them.

Savior?The legendary hero who defeated that man not long after he was born, the only one who survived the death curse.It may be a coincidence, it may be luck, Harry's existence is a miracle, he seems to be favored by fate, but who can guarantee that this favor will always exist?

Sierra racked her brains to find a suitable partner in her mind - Snape, Black... But the more she thought about it, the more empty her heart became.

In the end, she found out in despair——

She's all by herself now.

It was obviously a hot summer, but Saila felt extremely cold, her fingers were bent unnaturally, and her fingertips were tightly clasped on her knees.A feeling of powerlessness rose from her fingers, and she was like a hungry beggar, all the strength in her body was sucked out.The tip of her heart was trembling constantly, cold blood rushed into her limbs, covering the temperature of her entire body, and sharp pain gushed out from that organ in her chest, like being entangled by thorns, her body couldn't bear it. I shuddered slightly.The tip of the nose was sour and astringent, and the pain in the throat became more and more painful. A chain tightly wrapped it around it, exuding a faint bitter taste.

There was a sudden scorching heat from the back of the hand, and the wide and slender hand held her hand tightly, almost crushing it, and the real pain brought Sara back to her senses.

"I am here."

A simple short sentence was played by a deep voice into a heart-warming aria, which made Sierra's body froze suddenly.

The icy chain on the throat suddenly loosened, and almost everything rushed up, rushing straight into Saila's mind, and the things that had been struggling to support collapsed in an instant.Hot tears overflowed from the eyes, almost scalding the cold cheeks.

Saila lowered her head and didn't look at him, only seeing the big and strong hand in a haze.She covered her eyes, as if she wanted to hide her embarrassment, and as if she wanted to block all the tears, but they still scrambled into the gap between her fingers, and some slipped from the gap between her palm and cheek It fell down and penetrated into the corners of the lips, and the salty and bitter taste swirled in the gap between the lips.Her shoulders kept shaking, and she tried her best to suppress some restless things.

Her pale lips trembled slightly, and she squeezed them tightly.She wanted to say something, anything, but she was afraid that she would cry when she opened her mouth.

This feeling of being redeemed almost broke her.

After a while, she made a strong nasal sound.

"……Um."

Suddenly there were screams from several people, as if something had happened, and some people even said words like horse people.But Sara didn't look at it, and remained in the previous position, motionless, until the funeral was over.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Draco walked around her thin body, held her shoulders, and led Sierra into the castle bit by bit in a protective gesture.

Until Draco sent Sierra to the door of the dormitory, the two of them tacitly didn't say a word.

I don't know when it started, Saila has recovered her calmness, but she still hangs her head, leaving the sea to cover her red and swollen eyes.Just as she was hesitating to say something, Draco kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Have a good night's sleep."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Sira breathed a sigh of relief, turned and closed the door, then lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.She looked tired, but unexpectedly, she felt a lot lighter.She wanted to sleep well and let all her troubles disappear for a while.

But it seemed that Merlin was always against her, and there was a scalding temperature in his pocket.

Saila frowned, took out Jin Gallon, and tapped it with her wand.The last time this person called her, it was probably to tell her about Dumbledore.But these are not important now, Sera thought, if this person pursues, she will throw Jin Gallon under the bed - she just wants to have a good rest now.

But the fleeting words above caused Saila's body to suddenly freeze as if hit by a curse——

【He wants to see you. 】

By the time Saila regained consciousness, Jin Gallon had returned to its original state.She jumped up from the bed belatedly, and rushed to the door quickly, but at the moment when she held the cold doorknob, all her movements stopped.

Who else could she turn to?

The look of panic gradually subsided, and Sara went back to the bed and lay down. After a while, she took out the hair crown that Draco gave her from her pocket. Thinking of what he said, Sira Slightly relaxed, then kissed the jewel in the middle of the hair crown, and went to sleep hugging the long-eared rabbit doll beside her.

The author has something to say: 1. The marked places are quoted from the original work, with slight changes for the plot.

2. V's extra episode will be released later, and we are still struggling with it.

3...Take it~Take it~~TAT