[HP] Years Whisk

"I'm sorry, these things happened." In the reception room of Malfoy Manor, Voldemort showed an apologetic expression to Lucius: "I should have arrived earlier." He called out a Malfoy family instead house-elf, and ask him to prepare some refreshments.The house elf quickly went down to get ready after seeing Lucius nod his head slightly. "I can't believe Abramovich's passing, and I feel very, very heartbroken at the same time."

He picked up the Earl Gray tea brought by the house elf, poured a cup himself, and put it in front of Lucius: "You should know. Your father and I are old friends." His tone slowly carried a trace of memory Hue: "When Abu and I first became friends, we were two children who had just entered Hogwarts. I didn't expect that Abu's children are now so old. I didn't expect that Abu is so young, just— —" He didn't go on, but sighed.

After a moment of silence, he asked Lucius, "So, what are your plans next?"

Lucius didn't speak.He looked at the steaming mist over the cup of black tea that Voldemort poured for him, wondering what he was thinking.

Voldemort's pupils darkened, as deep as old wine. "I know, you want to take revenge." He stood up, and said in a calm tone: "But, with all due respect, with your current strength and status, you can't keep the huge Malfoy family. After all, you are still too old." young."

"I still know Abu's character very well. There is no room for sand in his eyes. He is too pure, so he always gives people a feeling of superiority. There is nothing wrong with this. I admire him very much. This kind of personality. But—” His voice changed slightly hoarse, like a poisonous snake preparing to catch its prey: “His personality will also provoke many enemies. I think, you have already Get it, Lucius.

"Those people don't pay attention to the rules of nobility. They are like gangrene. Whenever they find an opportunity, they will flock to it. They don't care about virtue, morality, and rules of etiquette. They can deter them. Yes, there is only absolute strength. Otherwise, you will become a 'prey' in their mouths and be sucked dry by them to the last drop of 'blood'. However, Lucius, it is a pity, what you lack most now is the ability to grow time.

"I can help you, but after all, I'm not from the Malfoy family, so I can shock you for a while, but I can't guarantee that I can shock them forever. The only one who can do this is you, Lucius. You He is the one who can decide the future of the Malfoy family.

"Of course, I can also help you grow up as soon as possible, and acquire the ability to deter those youngsters and protect the Malfoy family as soon as possible. If you are willing to join my 'Death Eaters'." Voldemort's voice became very Very lightly: "You know, back then, your father and I co-founded it when we were students."

"Lu, Lucius." Narcissa suppressed the fear in her heart, poked her head out from the entrance of the reception room, and interrupted the conversation between the two people in the reception room.

From the moment Voldemort appeared, she couldn't help recalling those horrible experiences in her previous life: nights full of horrific screams, bloody dungeons, vulgar werewolves and cold dementors, tortured The despairing eyes of the people, the breath of death pervading Malfoy Manor.

Every cell in her body was screaming: Run away!Stay away from this horrible monster, and never get involved in anything with this monster again!

But she can't.

Sometimes ignorance is a blessing.

Because it proves that someone once protected you well.

But more often than not, being too pure white is a sin in itself.Because this is a great mockery to those who have long been stained by fate.

Narcissa can still choose to hide in the small world built for her by others without knowing it, just like her previous life, and only cares about romance or luxurious dresses every day.The only thing to worry about is whether Lucius will have other lovers, or whether the jewelry she likes will be bought in advance by others.But after going through those things in her previous life, how could she allow herself to pretend to be ignorant of the dangers outside?

In this life, she was reborn, and her only wish was that everyone would have a happy ending.

Even if she alone cannot change the trajectory of the wheel of fate; even if all her actions prove to be futile in the end, at least, she hopes that everyone can reduce a little bit of sadness before going to the established ending.

For this, she is willing to give her all.

"Sissy?" Hearing Narcissa's voice, Lucius trembled like a sleepwalker who was suddenly awakened by someone.He looked at the source of the voice with concern: "What's wrong with you? Has something happened?"

"Sorry to disturb you," Narcissa said bravely, she lowered her head, not daring to look at the people in the living room. "However, I, I have something I want to discuss with you." She looked at Lucius quietly, with imperceptible prayers and worries in her eyes.

"Narcisa?" Voldemort also looked over, and he took a few steps in Narcissa's direction: "I've heard of you."

As Voldemort approached step by step, Narcissa couldn't help but took a few steps back trembling.

Seeing her nervous and frightened expression, Voldemort smiled indifferently: "You are much more timid than your sister."

Narcissa didn't speak. Although her hands were shaking with fear, she didn't leave the living room because of this.On the contrary, she stood there stubbornly and ignorantly, as if she would not leave until she finished her business with Lucius.

"Okay," Voldemort wasn't angry either.He tidied up the suit jacket on his body, and then said to Narcissa tolerantly: "Then, ladies first. I will take my leave first."

He crossed Narcissa and walked towards the stairs outside the living room door. The moment he passed by Narcissa, he looked down at Narcissa and glanced at her with contempt.

Just as he was about to leave the room, Voldemort turned around suddenly and said to Lucius who was sitting in the room, "My promise lasts forever. You can come to me anytime." After that, he left without looking back.

When Narcissa saw through the window that Voldemort had left the range of Malfoy Manor, she immediately ran to Lucius who was sitting on the sofa in the reception room, and hugged him tightly.There was a hint of crying in her voice: "Luke, are you okay? It's okay, I'm here. I'm still with you."

Lucius leaned his head gently in Narcissa's arms, closed his eyes, and put his arms around her waist.

"Nacissa." He said with a wry smile, "I always thought that I was really lovable, that's why the heads of the pure-blood families were so kind and friendly to me." He didn't say any more and was silent for a while, He stared blankly at the ground.It took a long time before Narcissa heard him sigh inaudibly; "It turns out that someone has protected me from the wind and frost."

Narcissa didn't know how to respond, at this moment, all verbal comfort seemed too feeble.She hugged him tightly like this, lowered her head and gently touched his hair with her lips.It's like a young wolf cub clinging to another injured wolf cub, hoping to convey some warmth to the other with its body temperature.

Black Manor, mid-April 1969.

"Sissy, my baby, are you okay?" Narcissa rushed back to Black Manor from Malfoy Manor as soon as she received the letter from her parents.She had just stepped out of the Floo network when she was held tightly in the arms of her mother, Deruella Black. "It's really terrible. None of us thought that Abraxas would leave so hastily. You and Lucius must have been terrified. As soon as your father and I received the bad news, we hurried to Hurry back. But because we didn’t prepare the portkey, and there was a storm over the English Channel, it took so long to come back.” Druela let go of Narcissa, bowed her head slightly, and gently Caressing her face, looked at her carefully, eyes full of concern: "Look, how much my baby has suffered recently, and her face is so haggard." Then she hugged Narcissa in her arms again. "It really hurts my heart."

"Where's Lucius? That kid didn't come back with you?" Narcissa's father, Cygnus Black, also came out of his room. It seemed that he had hurried back after a long journey and had just changed his clothes. Undressed, as if he hadn't had time to rest yet. "Is he okay now? Abramovich's sudden death must have hit him hard."

"He—is not very good." Narcissa gently broke free from her mother's arms, and shook her head sadly: "The Rozier family openly challenged the Malfoy family, and they incited several of Malfoy's A subsidiary family, except for the Crabbe family and the Gower family, the other subsidiary families-" She couldn't go on, biting her lips sadly.

"So, my little Sissy, tell me, what do you think?" Signus lightly stroked Narcissa's long golden hair. "The kid Lucius was taught well by Abraxas. But he is still too young." He sighed as if he had seen through the ending: "It's a pity for the Malfoy family."

"Father," Narcissa hesitated for a while, and finally said, "I beg you. Can you help the Malfoy family?"

"Sissy." Signus said earnestly: "I know that you and Lucius have a good relationship. But there are some things we can't interfere with. Once we interfere, the nature of this matter will change. If I interfere, then The Malfoy family will be automatically subordinated to the Black family by other families, and the Malfoy family will no longer have the right to speak in the pure-blooded family. Therefore, Lucius must overcome this difficulty by himself, otherwise, No one can save the Malfoy family. Sissy, do you understand this truth?"

Narcissa closed her eyes in pain: "Yes, I know."