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Fortunately, Draco's injuries were not too serious, and he was mostly healed after drinking the potion.

Dumbledore looked at Draco's unhealed wounds, feeling a little guilty in his heart.He specifically asked old Tonya to follow behind him in stealth. He knew that Draco's injury was not a big deal, but...

"You arranged everything."

Draco said coldly.He is not guessing or asking, but a firm statement.Dumbledore encouraged them to go to Diagon Alley, and then the Death Eaters came - he didn't believe there was such a perfect coincidence in this world, even if he was that idiot Neville Longbottom, he should see it by now connect.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but found he didn't know what to say.If it was him in the past, he would definitely persist in the cruel war. Nothing can make people progress more than facing the battle head-on.Through Harry, he knows that crisis and danger will make children grow up, and make ignorant little wizards see reality clearly.He raised the two children in the same way that he sharpened Harry, and he firmly believed that the two children would learn a lot from it.

However, now he can't bear it anymore.

Ever since he was rescued to this warm seaside town after he was determined to die, his mentality has slowly changed.Perhaps earlier, when he put on the cursed ring and saw the deepest desire in his heart, he was no longer the greatest white wizard who has been going forward bravely for the victory of justice all these years.

No one knows better than him how much he misses the old days.At that time, Arianna's smiling face was like a sunflower in full bloom, and Aberforth would hook his shoulders kindly; at that time, Gellert was young and handsome, full of ambition, and described the ideal in his heart to him with joy.Dumbledore still remembers him standing on the hillside full of small flowers, embracing the world with open arms-he is so good and confident that even the sun can't match his brilliance.

These memories that he had hidden in his heart for many years and did not want to touch them emerged one by one because of the familiar daylight in this seaside town.He became more and more nostalgic, more and more fond of immersing himself in the memories of the past... The hard skin made by the cruel war was torn away bit by bit, and he became soft.

Just like now, Dumbledore looked at the pale Draco and Livia who bowed his head and couldn't say anything to defend himself. He felt distressed and guilty for what these children had endured and what they were about to endure.He began to wonder if he could have the heart and soul to push Harry to his death at the last moment - as he had been doing all these years.

In the end, he lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Draco didn't know what was going on in Dumbledore's mind. In his opinion, Dumbledore's apology was just his usual tenderness, as worthless as a goblin's hair.He sneered, turned and went back to the room.

Livia pursed her lips, looked at Dumbledore with eyes full of grievances, and followed Draco and went upstairs.

Dumbledore looked at the backs of the two children, sighed, and sank into the sofa weakly.He needs some time to sort out his mind, he needs to go back to the former Dumbledore who even abandoned himself for the final victory.

When the war came, he had no time to be sentimental and hesitant.

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For the first time in her life, Livia suffered from insomnia.

Or to be more precise, Livia didn't dare to fall asleep at all.

Whenever she closes her eyes, she seems to be back in Diagon Alley in the afternoon, standing aside and looking at the writhing Death Eater in horror - he is like a slug that has been sprinkled with coarse salt. Trembling and twisting his body, he let out a broken wail.Gradually, he stopped struggling and took his last breath.The wound on his neck was still gushing fresh blood, spreading along the cracks in the cobblestone floor tiles, and being stepped on by the people who were fighting.

Livia lay straight on the bed, her mind in a mess.

Those bright red colors were like magma from hell, deeply burning her soul.This was the first time she had witnessed someone's death with her own eyes, and she had never been so close to war.She seemed to hear the cry from the depths of her own soul.She wanted to avoid all of this and just concentrate on being her little proprietress...but she knew that she couldn't.She is the daughter of her parents, she is a descendant of heroes, this is her responsibility.

Having personally experienced the life-and-death arena, Livia deeply understands that she will no longer be that innocent and carefree girl in the future.She must see the pain and cruelty of war firsthand, because this is the path she was destined to walk.

Livia suddenly pulled the quilt over her head, turned over and buried her face in the pillow, screaming——

Although I figured it out, I still feel so sad, scared, and flustered! ! ! ! ! !

Just as Livia was weeping quietly for her foggy future, there was a light knock on her door.

"Who?" Livia asked in a tearful voice.

The people outside the door didn't seem to expect Livia to answer so quickly, and after a moment of silence, his voice came again.

"If you want to cry in secret at night like a delicate lady, don't let the world know you're snorting like a boar."

"Draco Malfoy!" Livia turned over and got out of bed like a small cannon, ran to the door with a thump, and opened the door suddenly.

"Shouldn't ordinary people comfort me gently? I was terrified today, you worst little bastard!" Livia complained with her mouth puckered.

Draco seemed to have anticipated Livia's reaction a long time ago. He folded his arms, his left leg stood upright, his right leg was bent and crossed with his left leg at will, and he touched the ground, showing a relaxed and lazy feeling.He leaned against the door frame, staring at the shiny unknown thing under Livia's nose, and said jokingly: "If you purposely dragged this silly snot to prove to me that my judgment just now was correct, then I can only say , You are so considerate, Livia."

"As long as you laugh at me again," Livia raised her head and threatened, "I'll wipe all the snot on your collar!!!" After she finished speaking, she looked provocatively at the special jacket on Draco's body. Let Cindy put a big smile on the silk pajamas he sent.

"...You are disgusting!" Draco took out a handkerchief from his pocket in disgust, and threw it on Livia's face: "Wipe your stupid face clean!"

"You're so rude." Livia pinched her nose and said in a low voice.Then he deliberately wiped his nose vigorously and made a series of loud and strange noises.

"Oh, Merlin." Draco showed a hellish expression and rolled his eyes skyward.

"Hmph," Livia, who was so disgusted that Draco was so disgusted, snorted a few times triumphantly, and said, "Good night, then!"

"Wait," Draco held the door, "Instead of wasting time crying like a house elf, it's better to do something meaningful." Draco raised his eyebrows, looking at the confused Livia continued: "Like—help me cook.

Ten minutes later, Draco was already leaning against the kitchen door with a cup of hot milk in his hand, watching Livia's busy back in his spare time.

"I really don't understand. If you are injured, you should rest and sleep well! How can anyone be like you, who is bloodied all over the ground in the afternoon with a pale face, frightening to death, and crying and clamoring for supper at night?" Livia cooked Mumbling and complaining while eating pasta.

"Correct two mistakes: first, I can't rest because I'm hungry, and I'm hungry because you didn't make me dinner; second..."

"The law doesn't stipulate that I have to cook dinner for you!" Livia interrupted Draco.

"But you have been claiming that you are my employer, so it is your responsibility to provide work meals." Draco looked at Livia who was sprinkling all the gas on the mushrooms with a smile, and reminded: "Those mushrooms are already broken enough Now, I thought you weren't making baby food?"

"Really, I thought you were a brat crying and begging your mother for food." Livia sarcastically said.

No matter how dull Draco was, he could feel something wrong with Livia at this moment.Just like when she first learned about her life experience, she always thought that she hid those negative emotions very well, but she didn't know that others could see it at a glance.

"Okay," Draco walked to Livia and put down the milk, "Let's continue with the previous topic, the second point I want to correct you is that it's obviously not me who is crying but someone who threatened to The one with the snot on my collar."

Draco carefully watched the changes in Livia's expression, and saw that the corner of her mouth twitched, and her eyes began to dodge.It was obvious that she didn't want to continue the subject, so she continued to torture the mushrooms on the chopping board, nearly cutting them into pieces.

"Maybe you want to talk to me?" Draco asked tentatively.

"No!" Livia frowned, and firmly refused, her eye sockets began to turn red again.

Draco was completely helpless against the stubborn and stubborn Livia, he sighed, grabbed Livia's wrist, and moved the knife and chopping board away.

"Look at me," Draco said slowly, "you're intimidated, aren't you?"

He found that his temper has become better and better since he came to this small hotel, so much so that now he actually takes on the role of a close sister, trying to patiently enlighten the silly girl with reddening eyes in front of him.

"Tell me what you think, maybe I can help you," he said.

Livia looked up at Draco, as if hesitating whether to say it or not.After a while, she seemed to have made a decision.

"Well," she said, "I'm really troubled, and I really need some advice."

Livia frowned and turned to turn off the gas, lest anything interrupt her venting.She hopped on the counter to finish and motioned for Draco to sit up too.After brewing for a while, she spoke again:

"You're right, maybe I was really frightened. But it wasn't just the death of that man—of course, the way you killed him was really scary, too bloody! Aren't you a nobleman? Aren't you A more elegant way?"

"I'm sorry," Draco shrugged, "but you have to know, Livia. A murder spell doesn't matter if it's elegant or not, people only care if it's quick and effective—whether you're a nobleman or not."

"Oh... yes, I know." Livia lowered her head in frustration, "I'm just... not used to... not used to war."

Draco didn't make a sound to disturb. After a brief silence, Livia spoke loudly, this time her voice was a little choked.

"You tell me that I'm a wizard, my parents are soldiers of the Order of the Phoenix, and I just listen to it. I always thought that the magic spell was just to be able to hold something in the air, wash a dish, etc. I'm sorry for what you said The war of wizards has no concept. But today I just found out... So the war you said is so terrible... Before today, I might be able to comfort myself, all this has nothing to do with me, I just need to stay in the United States obediently and wait for everything Just go back after it's over. But after today, I know I can't do that, I can't stay out of this war."

"Livia," Draco said, clearing his throat, "you don't have to force yourself to be like your parents just because they told you they were fighters. said those words, then there is no need. I told you that many wizards' wands are related to their parents' wands. This does not mean that you mean your mother's rebirth, and it does not mean that you must inherit her. fate."

"No, that's not it," Livia said, "not because of my parents, but because of you. Because of you, old Tonya, Daniel, Cindy and even Dumbledore... because you are all in this war Medium. When I saw you lying on the ground today, I was terrified... I think I can never do it like last time, waiting for you to come back here. My friends and family are fighting to the death, how can I be quiet Stay? I want to join you, I must join you."

"Your thinking can only let me say that you have indeed inherited your father's Gryffindor blood very well." Draco said, "You are very brave, Livia. So, what are you worrying about?" ?”

"I think... I just can't accept it, and maybe someone will die by my hands in the future." Livia paused, turned to look at Draco, and asked, "Draco, is your first time?" What is it like when you kill someone? Is that... scary?"

Draco was stunned by Livia's sudden question. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, and said, "If I say, today is the first time I killed someone, would you believe me?"

"But you look..."

"Without scruples?" Draco made an ugly smile, and continued, "Because I have to." Draco let out a deep breath, "This is the battlefield, Livia. Once When it comes to war, many times the line between black and white becomes blurred, and this is a place where you can live and die."

After finishing speaking, Draco paused for a long time before opening his mouth again: "Did you know that there are so-called 'Three Unforgivable Curses' among wizards, and the one that people think is the most unforgivable is called Avada Kedavra. A spell that kills the enemy with one move."

Draco took out his wand, made gestures, and told Livia: "Just like this, a green light shoots out from the tip of the wand, whoosh—you're done."

"It's cruel." Livia shrank her neck and said.

"Who says it is not. But from another perspective, it is also the most effective." Draco lowered his head and fiddled with his wand, and continued: "I didn't understand before, you see, a knife-cutting curse can also kill people." , but why is it not unforgivable? But then, when I saw some Death Eaters using Avatars to kill people, I thought I understood. It is not the spell that is unforgivable, but the person who uses it —When you kill just for the sake of killing, perhaps as Dumbledore said, your soul itself is damaged."

He paused, and then said: "Today, when I picked up the wand, I thought in my heart that he must not be allowed to live. I know that if something goes wrong with me, not only will we die, but even my parents will die." There are dangers too. So I have to do it, those people have to die."

"So, it's inevitable, right?" Livia murmured, "To protect important people?"

Draco looked at Livia's worried expression, and sighed resignedly.Sure enough, he couldn't get a descendant of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff to accept Slytherin's unscrupulous tactics.He took up his wand, pointed to a wastebasket by the door, and said,

"If you want to use another method, you can try this—fuchsia!" With Draco's voice, a bright light hit the trash can, and the trash can quickly rose into the air and turned over: "This way, The enemy's wizard robe would completely cover his head, and he would be unable to attack again."

"This looks good!" Sure enough, Livia quickly cheered up.

"The golden bell has landed!" Draco read out the curse, looked at Livia, put his arms around her shoulders hesitantly, and said in a deep voice: "If one day—I mean if, there is a strong enough enemy Appearing in front of you, you have no other way to escape except to kill him. Then, don't hesitate, Livia." Draco looked deeply into Livia's eyes: "Use all the spells you know, kill him Kill him! It's not worth losing your life because of stupid kindness. You should know that even if you kill someone, you will still be you and will not change."

Livia looked at Draco's serious expression, as if she had found the feeling she had when he was blocking her back in Diagon Alley. It was a kind of warm sense of security that made people couldn't help but smile.She looked at Draco's gray eyes that seemed to hide starlight, and nodded.

"I assure you, Draco." Livia smiled, resting her head on Draco's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Thank you for telling me so much."

There was no doubt that Draco's late-night supper had certainly come to naught in the end.Not only that, but he was also forced by his wife to clean up the kitchen.Fortunately, this evening was not without success.

Draco smiled as he watched Livia whose steps became brisk again.Fortunately, he was not hungry.

After the two went upstairs, a dining chair a few steps away from the kitchen slowly moved.A certain person sitting here incognito let out a long sigh of relief, and turned off the kitchen light for the two confused little guys.By the way, I also took away the cup of raspberry juice with five times the syrup and the super sweet strawberry cream cake in the refrigerator——

Let go of the worries in his heart, now is his happy supper time.

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