Platinum warm sun

【Seven】

The long-lost, war-free, peaceful -- at least on the surface -- Christmas holiday is here.

Anastasia wrinkled her nose countless times on the long Hogwarts train to express her dissatisfaction, and then turned her accusing eyes to the young man beside her who was leisurely sipping black tea.

"What are you thinking?" Draco asked knowingly.

"Well, I was wondering if there is a return ticket for this train." The girl thought seriously, and subconsciously pulled her long hair by her ear.

"..." Draco took the girl's hand silently, and paused, "You really don't want to go back to Malfoy Manor with me?"

"It's just that I'm not ready yet." The girl muttered innocently.

Draco chuckled, rubbed the girl's soft hair, then embraced her soft body, resting his chin on her shoulder, "What do you want to prepare, eh?"

Anastasia froze, and punched Draco's chest unwillingly.

After getting off the train, the two apparated in a secluded corner.After a twisted and breathless journey, the two seemed to be standing in the back garden of Malfoy Manor.

The atmosphere of Christmas in Malfoy Manor is not very strong, but some festive atmosphere is slightly revealed through some colorful decorations hanging on the tree.

"Master." An old servant stood in the manor, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

Draco took Anastasia's luggage and handed it to him, before handing his own.

The old servant showed no expression of emotion and anger, nodded to Anastasia, and then ordered his subordinates to send their luggage to the room, "Master, madam is waiting for you in the lobby."

"Hmm." In response, Draco took Anastasia's hand and walked towards the main hall of Malfoy Manor.

On the black velvet sofa, the middle-aged woman was dressed in a deep purple dress, looking somewhat graceful and luxurious under the magnificent lights.Her fair neck was slightly exposed, and her delicate skin made her look very young, but the fatigue at the corners of her eyes showed her vicissitudes.

Seeing her son's return, Narcissa showed a faint smile. When she glanced at Anastasia next to him, the smile on her lips became a bit more ambiguous, and there was no concealment in her eyes. sizing up.Then, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes, he stood up, "Draco, why don't you introduce me?"

This extremely pale face gave her a sense of déjà vu.

"Aunt Sisha, I'm Stacy. Stacy from Hill's family." Anastasia raised the corner of her mouth and bowed.

Narcissa's mind instantly flashed the scene of the immature but innocent smiling blonde girl throwing herself into her arms happily. Best friend, the way her mother sticks her tongue out.That, is a child that people can't help but love on the tip of their hearts.

Somewhat surprised, she looked at the girl in front of her who was so quiet that she didn't meet her age, and her face was too pale and thin, and her heart tightened slightly.What kind of experience can make a girl as gorgeous as a butterfly become as elegant as a tulip.

What kind of suffering this child has gone through.

After all, as a close friend of the head mistress of the Hill family, she had heard a little about the Hill family.

Sighing softly, he stepped forward and took the girl's hand, "Good boy, come sit with me." Then he turned to Draco who raised his eyebrows slightly, "Xiaolong, go to the bedside of my room and put that Bring the little red box here."

Draco and Anastasia looked at each other indifferently, and both understood that Narcissa wanted to talk to Anastasia alone.After all, why use Master Draco to run errands for something that can be solved with a Flying Curse.

Anastasia also restrained her smile after hearing the name "Little Dragon", and gracefully followed Narcissa to sit on the sofa.

Narcissa caressed the girl's callused palm, her pale and slender fingers were very thin, and there was almost no flesh on her cheeks, and her magnetic voice that was a bit hoarse just now, a trace of heartache gently spread out.

"Thea, you..." Mingming wanted to ask her about her recent situation, but found that she couldn't open her mouth.Asked her "how are you?", judging from her description, the answer was already obvious.

Anastasia saw the distress in the eyes of the lady in front of her, and she did not neglect herself, the daughter of an old friend, just because she hadn't seen her for ten years.The hesitant inquiry made her feel the warmth of a mother.

She has never enjoyed the warmth in ten years.

"Aunt Xisha. I'm fine, really." The bright green eyes shone with a reassuring light, and her slender fingers held back Narcissa's well-maintained jade hand with slight force.

Narcissa's nose was slightly sour.

When she fell heavily in the back garden of Malfoy's house, she breathed into the wound with tears in her eyes, then held back her tears and tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulled a childish smile, and said, "It doesn't hurt, Aunt Xisha , It doesn't hurt at all" The girl seemed to appear in front of her eyes again.It's just that the girl in front of her has been hardened by ten years of time, and the water in her eyes is only faint.

No mother, no family, no Hills.How did an 8-year-old girl survive such a life?It's not that they haven't inquired about her whereabouts, but the echo will always be unknown.She knew the pure love between the girl and the little dragon, so even though she once prayed to Merlin against the moonlight and felt extremely guilty for the passing of her best friend, she never told him a word.

Let that affection become the best dream in Xiaolong's heart.

However, after ten years, she reappeared, re-entering Xiaolong's life with a more proud, perfect but lonely image.Perhaps, this is also good, whether she is treated as her own daughter or her own daughter-in-law, she can also be regarded as an explanation for her dead friend.

What's more, it was such a girl who made her feel distressed unconsciously.

Narcissa brushed away a strand of hair from Anastasia's forehead, and said in a more loving tone, "My good boy, I've suffered... It's fine now, you are at Hogwarts, and you and Xiaolong also take care of each other. "

"Hmm." Anastasia nodded, and followed Narcissa's hand into the warm woman's arms.

Crisp and steady footsteps sounded from the stairs, and it was Draco who came down, carrying a big red velvet jewelry box in his hand.

Draco walked up to his mother respectfully, handed the box over, and naturally sat down beside Anastasia.

Anastasia watched as Narcissa slowly opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace inside.The pure purple crystal does not contain a trace of impurities, revealing the silver arrow of love contained in the middle, and the sterling silver filament next to it surrounds the crystal in a circle, and then extends upwards to a finely crafted silver chain.

"It's beautiful." Anastasia couldn't help admiring.

"Yes." Narcissa stroked the necklace, with nostalgic light in her eyes. "This necklace was a gift from your mother when Lucius and I got married, and it is also my treasure."

Anastasia was startled, and turned her eyes to the necklace again.

"Thea." Narcissa's voice called back Anastasia's gaze, "Today, I will pass on this necklace to you." The tone was solemn and serious.

Narcissa took the necklace out of the box, unbuttoned it, and Draco tacitly lifted Anastasia's platinum-blond hair, allowing his mother to wrap the necklace around her neck, and then saw his mother's satisfaction nod.

Anastasia stared blankly at Narcissa's actions, "Aunt Xisha..."

Narcissa showed a gratified and expectant smile, "Okay. Thea, you and Xiaolong will graduate next year, right?"

Anastasia nodded.

Narcissa held her son's hand with her right hand, and Anastasia's hand with her left hand, overlapping each other, "You are all grown-up wizards. If possible, after you graduate next year, get married."

Anastasia's heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Draco in confusion.

Draco was also surprised by his mother's quick arrangement, but he also brought a little joy.

Anastasia recovered from the initial shock, a few blushes appeared on her pale cheeks, "Aunt Xisha..."

Seeing the girl's shy expression and her son's unconcealable joy, Narcissa smiled gratifiedly.

"No." The girl's magnetic voice sounded, but both Narcissa and Draco were taken aback.

Especially Draco, grasping the slender hand in the palm of his hand with some nervousness.

Seeing that both of them were startled by her sudden word, Anastasia rarely bent the corner of her mouth, with a bit of mischief in her eyes, "Next year, we will get engaged." Then she met Narcissa's suspicious eyes , "Aunt Xisha, I don't mind waiting three more years." Then he winked innocently at the nervous Draco.

Three years later, Lucius was released from Azkaban.

Narcissa froze, and then couldn't bear the tide of her heart and hugged Anastasia, muttering, "Good boy, good boy..." This kind of her was full of vitality, but extremely It is as delicate as possible, just like a copy of my best friend back then.How can you tell her not to like it?

Dear Lolita, your daughter, I take it.She is not only a baby given to you by God, but also a sweet baby for Draco, me, and the whole Malfoy family.Merlin, bless this lovely person who makes people feel distressed...

The author has something to say:

Well, one day last week, our family told the comments that the disorderly students who had smoked three times would definitely update the article, but Jinjiang smoked ==

In the next two days, I have to prepare for the exam [I will never tell you that I didn’t review but went to play games==], so I didn’t change it.

until today……

Our family climbed up silently, taking advantage of Jinjiang not smoking ==

Next, let's say a few words about this article.

In fact, re-reading the article I wrote today, I feel a little melancholy.Compared with Xiaolong, the first character I was so obsessed with was Atobe, King of the Internet’s Atobe Keigo, and the articles I wrote were basically about him, and I also posted Atobe’s on Du [Py——] before. arts.In fact, to a certain extent, Xiaolong's personality is quite similar to that of Mr. Atobe. When I write, I will substituting it unconsciously. I always feel that I am writing like a person.There is always a sense of disobedience that the uncle has traveled to HP... No matter what, let's do this first, and if you have suggestions, you can leave a message ==

Another: Although the author really doesn’t want to say anything about the pitfalls, there are still two articles in the column that are suspended, but they will definitely be filled out, even if the time for updating the articles is irregular [hit! ! ! ] In the future, I will strive to ensure that it is updated at least every Monday.