[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

Is this a choice?She has no choice at all!

Aisha was so angry at his shamelessness, but her physical condition was not optimistic, this dilemma prompted her to calm down, and asked tentatively: "You want to raise me like a canary? "

This room is designed in a typical Baroque style, luxurious and luxurious, revealing the owner's background everywhere, and it is enough to be a cage. The corners of her mouth slowly curved into a sarcastic arc.

Riddle didn't seem to notice, and said, "Do you think I'm going to fall in love with a canary?"

"No, Your Majesty, you are the Mistress of Gaunt Castle." He took Aisha's hand and kissed the ring.

He couldn't identify her just because of the ring, could he?Elsa frowned, but at least she knew that he had no intention of restricting her freedom.

"Why don't you have something to do?" Kicking his leg.

"I'm with you."

Aisha shot her cold gaze, Riddle decided to put it away as soon as it was ready, got up from the bed, and straightened the messy shirt.Then he kissed her intimately on the cheek, and said with a smile, "I'm going to deal with some official duties, and I'll tell Debbie if I have anything to do."

Seeing her puzzled eyes, Riddle called out to Debbie, and an ugly elf appeared. He called out to Riddle fearfully and respectfully, and then looked at Aisha with curious eyes. His voice was obviously much more joyful: "Miss Elsa."

Aisha wanted to be as friendly as possible, but she was really frightened. Debbie's existence almost destroyed her three views - shouldn't elves be beautiful, fairy and spirit? ? ?

"Go down." Riddle ordered lightly before explaining to Aisha: "House elves are slaves of wizards, and only pure-blood families have them. They undertake all housework and take pride in obeying their master's orders. Although It's ugly, but it works."

Seeing that Elsa was still frowning, she suggested, "If you really think it's ugly, I'll let Debbie leave Gaunt Castle."

Although Aisha didn't know what was going on between the wizard and the house-elf, being kicked out of the house was not a good thing for a "slave". She shook her head: "No need."

After Riddle left, Aisha sat on the bed and began to think about countermeasures—maybe the knife was too painful, and she couldn't trust Riddle anymore.Lack of trust in love is destined to be fruitless, how can she escape from his imprisonment?

However, the most important thing at the moment is to restore her magic power. Aisha looked at her palm with a solemn expression.

The effect of the potion should disappear, and Riddle should also understand that before that, she wants him to relax his vigilance.It's just that with his suspicious character, if she is too enthusiastic, it will only arouse suspicion, but if she is too cold, it will have no effect, and it is difficult to grasp the appropriateness.

Only by being more patient can she fool him, the poisonous snake.

Aisha got up from the bed, her clothes were wrinkled, and her luggage didn't know where to put it?Trying to open the closet, I was dazzled by the row of rich and gorgeous dresses in front of me—is this made of gold?This aesthetic is too upstart.

Lucius Malfoy was furious: Only those who have no money say they are nouveau riche!!!

at the same time.

Malfoy in the study didn't know that his aesthetics had been dissed, and he was standing on the side waiting for Voldemort's order.Voldemort took a look at him, and the powerful coercion made Malfoy feel cold from head to toe, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he said cautiously, "My lord?"

"Draco is on winter vacation, isn't he?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes." Malfoy relaxed, "I don't know what your lord's orders are?"

"Let him come to Gaunt Castle with Narcissa as a guest tomorrow."

"Yes." Malfoy guessed that it might have something to do with that lady.

Aisha just took a brief stroll around Gaunt Castle, after all, the castle occupies too much area.Soon it was dinner time, and Debbie, the elf, appeared again, and she invited Aisha to go downstairs for dinner.

Riddle had already sat down, raised his head from the book, his eyes showed obvious astonishment.

Aisha has tried her best to pick out a skirt that is not so blinding. The golden ankle-length skirt has a unique shape, as if she has sprinkled a layer of gold powder on her fair skin. The appearance is breathtaking for a while, full of impact.

Riddle got up and helped her push the seat away, and said with a smile, "I actually forgot Malfoy's aesthetics. I'll send some new clothes tomorrow."

Aisha thought that the Malfoy he was talking about should be his valued subordinate, otherwise he would not have given him such an intimate task.

"Not to your liking?" Riddle asked, the knife and fork had automatically separated the lamb ribs in front of her, and she felt a little tired throughout the meal.

Aisha picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth before saying, "The food is delicious, I just don't have an appetite."

Aisha was about to get up: "I'm going back to rest."

Looking at her slender back, Riddle slowly formed fists with his hands and pressed them against his chest. She seemed to have become indifferent.

The hairy boy may be flustered by this, but love is a war, and there is no lack of strategic and tactical layouts.He rolled his eyes and looked confident.

the next day.

Aisha woke up naturally, maybe because of the incense, she slept well that night.

"Good morning, Miss Aisha." Debbie waved her wand and brought her a breakfast.

The timing is really accurate. After Aisha has done her mental construction, she has adapted to the elf's ugly appearance.She smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Debbie."

Tears flashed in Debbie's goldfish-like eyes. Miss Aisha was so kind. This was the first "good morning" Debbie received.She kept twisting her apron with her hands, and Miss Aisha's smile was brighter than that of Galleons. If she worked in Gringotts, she would exchange all the Galleons for Elsa for Miss Aisha to keep smiling at her.

She took a sip of the warm black tea, and the muffins were covered with shiny maple syrup. It smelled sweet, and she suddenly had an appetite, and she ate more than half of it without realizing it.

"Debbie, you're such a good cook."

Debbie blushed immediately, although she couldn't see it on her earthy skin: "You're too proud."

"By the way, the master said that if you are bored, you can go to his study to get books." Debbie is really too much!She almost forgot the master's order, she repeated in a rambling manner: "Debbie almost forgot the master's order, Debbie damn it!" while bumping her head against the wall.

Aisha felt pain when she saw it, and shouted nervously: "Debbie! It's okay, you don't have to hit the wall."

"But Debbie did something wrong." She banged louder.

"You just almost did something wrong, so it doesn't matter." Elsa yelled, hoping she would understand the difference.

Seeing that Debbie was finally willing to move her head away from the wall, Elsa was greatly relieved, it turned out that elves are such sensitive creatures.

Aisha sat in the gazebo, propped her chin and stared blankly at the clump of flowers in front of her.When Riddle came to the park to look for her, what he saw was just such a scene, like a classic oil painting of a serene maid.

"Does it look good?" He hugged her from behind, as if he didn't need her answer, he said to himself, "I have a lot of magic books in my study, I'll take you to pick them out."

"Aisha." He kissed her forehead with infinite compassion, and his voice seemed to be begging: "I know you don't want to see me, but I want to see you."

Aisha's heart trembled, as if she couldn't bear it, and her eyes closed.

The three sides of the study are covered with bookshelves reaching the ceiling, which can be seen to be carefully collected. Aisha's fingertips traced the spine of the books, as if crossing one hill after another.

"Your ice magic is too strong, which inhibits you from casting other magic. To overcome this situation requires a lot of practice." Riddle pulled out a copy of "Standard Spells, Elementary" and put it in her hand: " There are my notes on it."

Aisha took the book and glanced at him, expressing a very clear meaning: Isn't her magic power sealed?

Riddle looked at her with a smile, but did not respond. She knew that there was only one way to get the antidote back.

""History of Magic", "Major Events in Magic from the End of the 21th Century to the Beginning of the [-]st Century", "My Travels in Europe"..." He announced a series of titles, and the reported books flew out of the bookshelves one after another, forming a pile of books. A bunch of them are suspended in the air.

Aisha looked at the pile of books getting higher and higher, and asked, "Are you sure I've read it all?"

Riddle looked back at her: "That's right." Then he moved his fingers, and one book flew back to its original position, leaving only three books behind: "This way I can read you a few more times. "

"Stay here with me." He seemed to have succeeded in his purpose, and finally abducted Aisha to his side, asking for an inch.

Aisha glanced at him and didn't refuse.He seemed to have made preparations long ago, and the small table next to the recliner was filled with snacks and a pot of fragrant black tea.

She bent her legs and leaned on the back of the chair. The comfortable posture allowed her to quickly immerse herself in the content of the book. She occasionally picked up a snack, but she didn't give her attention to Riddle, who was handling official business.

"Huh?" Aisha frowned and looked at Riddle reproachfully. He even put his finger into her mouth as a snack, or he would bite it off!

Riddle saw her soft red tongue, like shellfish, slid across his fingers, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

Aisha pushed him with her hand, but he grabbed her and put it on top of her head, and the book fell to the ground with a bang.

The flow in the air became more and more sluggish, the temperature suddenly rose, and Aisha's cheeks became flushed due to poor breathing.

After a long kiss, Riddle was finally willing to let go of her, and lovingly kissed her upturned nose and slightly frowning brows.

"Master, Mrs. Malfoy is here to visit with her son." Debbie's appearance interrupted Riddle's excessive intimacy.

"Well, let them go to the living room and wait." The hoarse voice reminded everything that happened just now.

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