[HP] S·M event book

What happened to Anne may become Draco's deathbed for life, and he will lay out endless lies.

But so what?She is also deceiving herself all the time.Strictly speaking, the two of them do not owe each other.

This was a despicable thought, but what made him feel even more despicable was that he actually felt a little relieved because of it.

After a long time, Draco realized that he had to say something, he took a lot of effort to recall his previous expression, then pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, and said coldly: "He and I always Discord."

On the side, he raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "That kid is not a narrow-minded person."

Sera was stunned, and nodded slightly. She knew very little about the affairs among these nobles. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that whether it was Draco or that person intentionally or unintentionally isolated her from that circle. go out.She cleared her throat and said to Draco solemnly, "Zachary is not a small-minded person."

Draco clicked his tongue and said, "Don't you think I'm a narrow-minded guy?"

"Maybe a little bit," he said, or he had bad intentions towards someone, so he couldn't have a good impression of the Malfoy brat.

Sierra had no way to argue for Draco, in fact, she also kind of agreed, and after receiving Draco's stare, she quickly said: "I didn't mean that... I mean... when I was at Hogwarts The two of you are not in the same grade, and he graduated last year, so it is even more impossible for you to have any intersection. In this case, there should be no major conflicts." If you ignore the fact that the two are the same master if one thing.

Draco was at a loss for words, and his shrewd mind became a little confused - he was thinking about what kind of lie to cover up, and it would be better if she could never mention it again. "Once the interests of the family are involved, anything can happen." It took him a long time before he spoke calmly.

"Brian and Malfoy don't have any conflicts, but privately... maybe," he said lazily.

"Sai La thinks that he must be in a good mood now, because he has never been like this...to solve her doubts one by one. But this inexplicable situation made her puzzled and anxious.

As if aware of her emotions, he laughed softly, his scarlet eyes staring at Draco's side face for a moment, looking at the cold sweat slightly oozing from his forehead, he said meaningfully: " A Malfoy worthy of the name." When the words fell to the ground, his face darkened instantly, and the originally flat eyes suddenly gathered a coldness full of oppression.

Then, he saw the hand of the little Malfoy in front of him suddenly clenched into a fist, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, but he still looked at the little patient on the bed with his usual expression.

--really.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, just ask Chacha to help you clean up your things, and then go to Diagon Alley to buy some missing things..." Draco said suddenly, with a deep voice A slight trembling, "Be sure to prepare a beautiful dress. I will graduate this year. At the graduation party, I don't want my dance partner to be laughed at because of plain clothes. Of course, if you dare to wear the Slightly College gown , then wait and see. After drinking the medicine, sleep well, or you will suffer on the train..."

Sierra stared at the rapidly colliding lips in astonishment—Draco seldom babbled like this, and the initial surprise gradually subsided, replaced by a strong sense of loss. "Draco, I'm not going to Hogwarts."

When she said this, she took a peek at the decider of this matter - he lazily propped his cheek with one hand, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly from her perspective, but she understood that he would not change his mind of.

Draco stopped suddenly, looked at Sierra in astonishment, and then said in a daze for a long time: "... what?"

Sera took a deep breath, collected her expression, stared indifferently at a certain flower on the quilt and said softly, "I don't want to go to Hogwarts anymore."

The hand covered under the quilt was clenched into a fist, and a heavy object was pressed on her heart, which made her almost breathless. She swallowed her throat, swallowing the astringent feeling inside, and waited quietly until his reaction.

She has already figured out the answer these days, for now - if he asks why, she will say that it is not suitable for her to stay at Hogwarts, and her mother will help her with the suspension procedures after a while.If he asked her where she would go, she would answer that she would travel with her parents for a while, and then go to a private school in Canada. If... If he didn't want her to go, she could only pretend not to hear ...

But no matter what the answer was, there was only one fact—she had to obey that man's order and stay in a certain place he designated.

After waiting for a long time, there was only the sound of breathing in the room, thick and depressing.

Draco tilted his head, looked at her blankly for a while, then leaned over, stretched out his right hand towards Sara's face, and swept his slender fingers across her left cheek, and finally covered her smooth forehead.

Also because of his actions, Saila discovered a horrifying fact—she wasn't wearing a bandage!Her body trembled for a moment, and she felt that her temperature was taken away in an instant, but the strange thing was that she couldn't feel the temperature of Draco's palm, and the warm feeling in her memory became blurred, only a faint smell of tobacco Wei reminded himself that the person in front of him was indeed him.

His palm is huge, covering most of his field of vision, and his long eyelashes brush gently against his palm as he blinks his eyes. Sara can only see his slightly pursed thin lips and sharp-edged jaw .After averting his gaze, the person sitting on the chair was maintaining his regularity, slowly tapping his knee with his slender index finger.

In just a moment, her stiff body relaxed - don't be afraid, don't worry, with him here, he will help her handle everything.

"I'll get you the medicine." Draco said flatly.

Such an answer caught Sara by surprise, but before Sara recovered, he stood up, carefully walked around the chair, and walked to the door.

"...Draco!"

Her soft calling sounded together with the sharp closing of the door.

Sai La stared blankly at the closed door, feeling empty in her heart, as if she was the one who was shut out.After a while, she seemed to wake up suddenly, covered her left face with one hand, and looked at him with hopeful and pleading eyes.

He glanced lazily at Sierra, and then waved his wand. The delicate and beautiful teapot and cups on the coffee table not far away floated steadily and landed on his hands. He poured himself a cup of black tea, and then leisurely took a sip.

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, Saila hesitated for a long time, and said timidly: "Grandpa..."

"You will only call out this title when you need something from me." He leaned back casually on the chair, closed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "My little princess, you have to understand... not every It works every time.”

Sierra shrank her neck and said softly, "I didn't...have you...marked..."

"What do you think?" he asked back.

Saila pursed her lips with difficulty, daze and fear flowed on her pale face, and finally stayed firm, "I believe in you."

He felt that his breathing was disordered for a moment, and slowly narrowed his eyes, half-covering them half-covered, something inexplicable seeped out of the scarlet eyes, and his eyes finally focused on her left face.

"...good boy."

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The moment the door was closed, Draco felt that the air in his lungs had been sucked out. He stared wide-eyed, staring at the empty corridor, and at some point, the shirt that was close to him had already Drenched in cold sweat, the piercing chill lingered on the skin, causing a shiver, and all the senses rushed back to the body at this moment.He bowed, put his hands on his knees, and began to breathe heavily.The sharp-edged face was hideous, and cold sweat slid from his forehead, dripping onto the dark red carpet, and immediately blurred it.

He stared blankly at his right hand, just now, he also used it to sweep across her left face - that hideous and terrifying Dark Mark.He should have thought of it a long time ago... Why did he ridiculously think that she really hurt her face by accident?

——The girl who tried her best to escape was branded as never betraying her!

There was no help, no despair, she seemed to accept everything, but she seemed to be rejecting everything.

Did she give up?But he won't give up, since he has already chosen a position, he can't allow him to flinch - that's why he can let himself put on a good show in front of the Dark Lord!

This was a big gamble, if he lost, the Dark Lord might have killed him on the spot, but...he walked out of this suffocating room alive.

After a while, Draco leaned on the wall and moved slowly with frivolous steps. When going down the stairs, he staggered and almost fell down.He stared blankly at the stairs, feeling dizzy. He bit his lower lip violently, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pounded hard on the wall. The discomfort was mixed together, but it was enough to clear his mind a little.

Glancing at the old mirror in the stairwell out of the corner of his eye, Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, then straightened his back and walked down the stairs firmly step by step. When he passed it, he said coldly: "Only this time... Keep your mouth shut."

The long beard around the old man's mouth trembled, and the whole mirror became more gray, "...it's..."

After getting the answer he wanted, Draco stopped giving him another look, and quickly left the stairwell.

He got the information he wanted. Judging from Sara's reaction, Zachary Bryan's intervention should not be the Dark Lord's intention, and at the same time achieved his own goal-in the matter of Sara, he and his There was a consensus because he kept him alive.

But he also knew an unexpected thing - Sara could not leave the Dark Lord's side.

The pale face sank in an instant, and Draco stared at his right hand in a haze.