Platinum warm sun

[Four]

Between the ups and downs of sleep, Anastasia only felt like a puppet floating in the air, watching the past without laughter or tears flashed through her mind one after another.Perhaps she should have suffered from heartache, but after suffering from pain for too long, she became numb.

She must be strong, and she must learn to swallow everything with blood—[In this era when wars are on the verge of breaking out, no one can really be trusted, Stacey, remember this sentence. 】

Everything gradually dissipated in the clouds and mist, and when everything disappeared and darkness remained, Anastasia slowly opened her eyes.

The morning light was slightly scattered in the ward of the medical wing, she moved her body slightly, turned to the bedside, half covered her eyes with a pale hand, avoiding the glare of the sun.

After adapting to the bright environment, Anastasia narrowed her eyes, looking at the unexpected figure sitting on the chair with some disbelief.

"Are you awake?" The blond boy in the silver-green Quebec ball uniform raised his eyebrows lightly, staring intently at the girl who had just woken up.

"Mr. de... Malfoy, you..." Why are you here?Anastasia pursed her lips and asked.

Hearing what the girl called him, Draco raised his eyebrows again, "Someone passed out in the stands yesterday afternoon, and this person happened to be my 'savior', so I came to the medical wing to visit, is it wrong? "

Anastasia pursed her lips.

He knew it was her Patronus.

"I just don't want people to get hurt, so..." She's just being right about things and not people, that's all. "So, Mr. Malfoy doesn't care."

Draco was clearly upset.

"Fine." Draco leaned forward a little. "Mr. Malfoy? Fine. Just don't want anyone to get hurt, so I don't mind, huh?"

Anastasia caught her breath and looked away unnaturally.

"So, I don't owe you anything?" Draco leaned forward even more, with half of his body hanging over Anastasia.

"...Yes." Anastasia paused and replied.

Draco raised the corner of his mouth, with a calculated smile, "Then, Miss Hill, can I ask you for what you owe me?"

Anastasia turned her head, met the handsome face so close, and was puzzled.I have never heard that being someone else's "savior" still needs to be compensated.

Draco's smile became more obvious, and his silver-gray eyes were so deep that he almost wanted to suck her in, "Hey, dear Stacey, how do you calculate the account that caused the eight-year-old me to be grounded in the study for a whole month? Yes I broke the appointment, let the 11-year-old me wait for you in Hogwarts for nothing, how to calculate, huh? My S." Stretching out a slender hand, he picked out the hanger she had been wearing close to her body from the collar of the girl. Ornament, held in hand.

Small charms strung with faded red silk.It has a blood-red inner core that is as clear as gemstones, wrapped in colorful filaments, and has a very light and refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.On the surface, however, a capital "D" was engraved deeply.

With a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, Draco used his other hand to pick out an almost identical pendant from his neckline - the only difference was that an "S" was engraved on it in a crooked font.

Anastasia's lips trembled slightly, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh.

Their faces were so close that Anastasia could clearly see his slender and thick eyelashes trembling with his breath, so close that she could clearly feel his breathing.The warm air sprayed down on the sides of her nose, making her usually too white cheeks a layer of light pink.

It was still found.Anastasia thought complicatedly, not knowing whether she should be delighted, helpless, worried or something else.

"I'm very sorry.But the words didn't come out in time.

"I don't know how Stasi is doing now..." Ron's voice came from the door not far away.

"What a fool!" Hermione yelled angrily, "Summoning four patron saints in a row is beyond the reach of an adult wizard, let alone her already weak body!"

Draco glanced at Anastasia on the hospital bed with a strange look, kissed the corner of her mouth lightly from a short distance away, made a "seeyou" mouth shape, and then held her hand without hesitation. His broom jumped out of the window of the hospital wing.

Running into a Gryffindor trio—including Ginny Weasley, maybe now a quartet—is definitely not a comforting thing for Slytherin representative Draco Malfoy, so, It would be better to jump out of the window.

Anastasia dazedly recollected the touch that brushed the corner of her mouth like a feather just now, he...

When she collected her mood and turned her gaze from the window back to the door, Hermione and her party of four had already entered the medical wing.

"Are you okay, Stacey?" Ginny looked worriedly at Stacey, who was not looking good, and then reached out and touched her forehead.

Anastasia nodded, her eyes were not as cold as usual, and she slowly scanned Ginny - Hermione - Ron - Harry Potter.

Anastasia's eyes paused for a moment, with a hint of ambiguity, and she closed her eyes as if mocking herself.But after all, it was only for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.

Harry and Ron naturally didn't notice Anastasia's expression, but Ginny and Hermione on the side exchanged a look silently.

Anastasia is special.

Anastasia is a storyteller.

This was something Ginny and Hermione had already established.

Night, cool as water.

Due to Madam Pomfrey's insistence that she be hospitalized for at least a week, Anastasia could only lie on the hospital bed in a daze, her bright green eyes staring at the ceiling blankly, thinking about something idly.

【Son, only you can help us, as our last trump card. 】

[Stacy, I'm really sorry for involving you in all of this - after all, you're the age when you should go to Hogwarts without any worries, but I have to, sorry. 】

[Has your brain been stepped on by a troll? !Do you think the other party will wait for you to take out your wand? ! 】

【…】

In just an instant, Anastasia had recovered from her contemplation, and immediately put on a murderous air, sat up and pointed her wand at the door.

"Stacy, it's me." Anastasia put down her wand after hearing a familiar voice, and said in a hoarse voice, "Skadi."

A figure slowly appeared behind the white screen, but it was clearly the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts—Skatty Brown.

Professor Brown frowned, walked to the edge of the hospital bed and sat down, "Sia, you are really messing around during the day today!"

Anastasia lowered her eyelids. "I'm sorry, Scarty."

Professor Brown sighed, and lovingly brushed the girl's hair hanging down her ears, and hugged her, "My child, they are gone, only you. I know, you have suffered no less than that savior." , I also know that you have never let go. But child, remember that the living live well for the dead to rest in peace and make their death more valuable."

Anastasia's breathing became heavy and she bit her lower lip tightly.

【Dead person……】

Yeah, they're all gone now.

"Skadi..." The girl's voice became even hoarse, and she leaned weakly on the shoulder of the woman who had been like her own mother for all these years, "What they haven't finished, leave it to us and me to finish it. "

Hogwarts, it's up to us to guard.

Professor Brown frowned, looking helplessly at the girl in his arms whom he had treated as his own over the years.Obviously it was the cardamom years, but because of those heavy burdens, I lost my childhood that should have been happy and free.When children of the same age were studying at Hogwarts carefree, she could only look at the Hogwarts campus with nostalgia, and then resolutely went to that icy and snowy country to study in Durmstrang , practicing all kinds of advanced spells that are difficult for some adults to achieve day after day.

Now, when everyone came out of the shadow of the war sooner or later, would she have to shoulder such a heavy burden and return to Hogwarts to guard "their" efforts?

Dumbledore, is this the fate you have chosen for this child?

Thinking of the occasional blond boy jumping from the window of the medical wing during the day, Brown had to pray in his heart——hope, that boy can lead her to the future.

The night was extremely quiet, and Brown held Anastasia in his arms like this, speechless for a long time.

Everything, after all, turned into a long sigh.