gray eye to gray eye

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"Kreacher!" cried.

"My lord..."

Kreacher's two lantern-like eyeballs were filled with tears, and the tip of his nose was probably a little red from blowing his nose, and it was still twitching slightly.

"Do you need help?"

"Oh, my lord, you are so kind, Kreacher is a useless house elf... Kreacher can't fulfill my lord's order..."

Following Kreacher's incoherent cries, there was a "boom boom" head-banging sound in the corridor.

"Stop, Kreacher!" I had to order, and I was very grateful that I had cast a few isolation spells when the door was closed just now, "Listen, if you want to solve the matter, Kreacher, you must first clarify the matter! Now, If you want to go to the study, you can send me a cup of hot tea!"

"Yes, Kreacher understands, my lord!"

Kreacher pressed his nose hard and replied loudly.

Five minutes later, sitting on a high chair with steaming milk tea in his hand, Kreacher talked about what happened about 5 years ago.

"...Young master...the master ordered Kreacher to leave, the master...looked very painful, but Kreacher had to leave..."

"And what about the locket?"

At this time, I had no idea what an earth-shattering secret was hidden behind this story!

"Kreacher hides in his own bed... every night trying to find a way..."

Kreacher's wide eyes filled with tears again.

"Stop, Kreacher, if that's the case, why don't you ask Uncle Lucius for help?" Holding his forehead, he really didn't want to take on another troublesome matter that he didn't need to think about.

"The little master ordered Kreacher not to tell anyone, because it is the little master, Kreacher is...Kreacher is a useless elf, Kreacher can't..."

"Don't hit the wall, don't hit the floor, stop crying!" I had to stand up and ordered, "Now, order, you can tell Patriarch Malfoy about this matter, and ask him for help... If it's convenient for him..."

After hesitating for a moment, he added the next half sentence.

"Yes, Kreacher understands, thank you, my lord!" Kreacher replied loudly, sniffling his nose, and then muttered nervously, "My lord doesn't allow Kreacher to tell you goodbye...but my lord is different, Kreacher You must obey the orders of the little lord... Kreacher can seek help from the noble lord Malfoy..."

"Now, go about your own business, keep an eye on Draco at all times, and if he wakes up, notify immediately!" ordered.

God, if it wasn't for the fact that Kreacher was so loyal...

"Yes, my lord!"

After Kreacher's "pop" disappeared, he let out a long breath and slumped on the armchair, and now he began to fear—the god of death passed us by...

With the passage of time, even the unforgettable pain and regret before death in the last life have been blurred, not to mention the little things in life, but the aristocratic education in recent years has been deeply engraved in the bones, even if you are aware of it. The intentions of Emma and Malfoy have hardly had any thoughts of their own in the past few years... Maybe it is easier to accept the arrangement than to make a choice, not to mention that it is not an arrangement that I hate too much——Draco can be regarded as On "Gao Fu Shuai"...

"...When will you use your heart, when will you stop hiding it..."

"Boom—" He slammed his head heavily on the desk, and there were ripples in his heart, no matter what, he couldn't continue to read the ledger...

Draco fell asleep for a whole day and night, so that Kreacher couldn't help asking the Malfoy's therapist to come over three times.

"...Yes, except for the remaining wounds, there is no problem with the body...Please wait patiently, among wizards, such deep sleep is not a bad thing..." Mr. Gust repeatedly emphasized.

Well, maybe Draco is right, more common sense is needed!

Compared with the desertedness on the second floor, the hall at the end of the corridor on the first floor was a little too lively.

The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, the children of the Weasley family, and Hermione hung strings of ribbons and sparkling colorful stars on the ceiling or walls, and Weaslev tried his best in the simple kitchen. Make more hearty meals.

Sitting in front of Draco's window with a copy of "Using Little Magic in Life Smartly", he looked at it without a glance.

"My lord, there's a bastard named Granger who wants to go upstairs!" Kreacher said standing outside the door.

"Oh, ask her to go to the small living room!" He opened the door and ordered.

"Yes, young master!" Kreacher replied listlessly, "...Oh, oh, Mudblood... Black's main house is stinky, how should Kreacher explain to the mistress..."

No matter how much I told him, Kreacher couldn't get rid of this bad habit of talking to himself in a voice that just happened to be heard by others!

"Honey, forgive an old guy who has spent more than ten years in a lonely old house!" Draco said lazily after stopping Kreacher countless times.

As a result, Kreacher, who was already respectful to him, directly promoted him to the position of Patriarch of "Black"!

"Sharon, Mr. Black are here with Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore will be here soon and will go to the party, won't he?" Hermione asked, tossing her hair that seemed to be forever messed up.

Anyway, even though he knew Granger was a good girl, he was still offended by her overbearing and natural tone.

"Ah, sorry..."

"Little Sharon, little Sharon, come down quickly, Professor Dumbledore has arrived..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound of "dong dong" footsteps in the corridor, and then the door of the small living room was suddenly pushed open.

"Oh, that's great, let's go!" Hermione put her arms around her and pushed Sirius out together.

"Oh no, Uncle Sirius, wait..."

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

"beautiful princess!"

The Weasley twins waited one after the other at the corner of the first floor, bent over and stretched out their hands like ancient warriors to open the way, and rushed down the stairs, almost without falling into a big cake at the end of the long table.

"Oh, Merlin, stop that, it's too dangerous, the two of you—you're going to break your own neck sooner or later..." Weaslev cried out.

Several members of the Order of the Phoenix hurriedly helped to support the twins.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

"Hehe..." Principal Dumbledore stood beside the entrance of the hall with a smile.

The "Savior" boy sat next to Weaslev, but his smile seemed a bit forced.

"Nice job, bro!"

After the Weasley twins stood firmly, they jumped up and clapped their hands twice, and then exaggeratedly pulled away a chair next to Harry, "Please sit down, please sit down, beautiful princess, please sit next to His Royal Highness 'Savior'!"

"Oh shut up, hate that..."

"Hey, buddy, this is not bad!" Ron held a plate full of food, coaxing with his mouth full of food.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he found that he could no longer get used to this kind of noisy gathering with Gryffindor characteristics——everything since elementary school gatherings, he thought that the more lively the party, the better!

"Let's go, little Sharon, let's have something to eat first, Weaslev's craftsmanship is very good, and we will hold a dance later..." Black happily walked over with his arms around his shoulders.

"Thanks for the compliment, Sirius..." Weaslev's voice was drowned out by another round of the twins' antics.

They circled around Nymphadora Tonks, watching her make her hair or some part of her face—weird…

Speaking of, in terms of blood relationship, this seemingly strange girl should be regarded as a relatively close cousin in terms of blood relationship.

Harry's attention also seemed to be drawn to him, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little, and at the same time, the party began to liven up.

Dumbledore sat at the end of the long table, eating Wesley's special milk candy one by one, with a happy smile on his face all the time, strangely, this old man who always looked kind but reliable always with left hand...

He took a plate of water and ate casually, observing the members of the Order of the Phoenix calmly.

"What's going on there, idiot?"

Even in such a noisy environment, that unique harsh voice came through very penetratingly.

Standing up abruptly, he exclaimed in surprise, "Draco, you're awake..."

"come over--"

……

☆, 87 incomplete awakening