HP Margo's Diary

(four)

I sent Dudley a letter a week after coming here, and he wrote me back right away.He said that Harry had made a quick trip back, but had also left quickly.Maybe he noticed my departure, maybe he didn't, this year he seems to be extraordinarily busy.

I recorded my current address in detail in the letter I sent to Dudley. I didn't know what I was expecting, but after seeing that the sender was Dudley's name, I felt faintly disappointed.

I put Dudley's reply aside and looked out the window with my head up. I wondered if my eyes were dazzled. I actually saw a person flashing past in the starry night sky.

But before I could rub my eyes, the man was getting closer and closer to me, and I saw a broom riding under him.

"Dacian!" I covered my mouth to suppress the exclamation, I lowered my voice, "What are you doing!"

"Riding a broom" He didn't seem to understand why I asked, and after answering honestly, he played a flip in front of me.

Startled by his movement, I leaned over the desk to reach out and pull him in.But he held my wrist with his backhand, "Come on, Margaret, I'll show you around"

He's holding the broom with one hand now, and I'm scared to death of him lest he slip and fall.

"Come on" he urged me

I shook my head in panic

"Don't be afraid, it's safe." He saw my fear and flew a little lower with the broom.

I don't know where the courage came from, maybe it was his sincere eyes, maybe it was the wind outside the window with a faint fragrance and earthy smell that made me dizzy, I climbed up the desk and slowly sat behind him.

I pinched the hem of his clothes at first, but as the broom rose and I swayed when I couldn't sit still, my hands nervously grabbed the clothes on both sides of his waist.

"Oh! You're grabbing my flesh." He cried out in pain from the front. I closed my eyes and said sorry, but I didn't intend to let go of my hand.

So he groaned and yelled for pain while talking to me, I was too scared, I secretly opened my eyes and glanced down, it was too high, I had never been so high, so I didn't have the heart to respond to him, I just buried my head on his waist.

"Margaret, open your eyes, look!" he shouted excitedly

"What?" I buried him on his waist, the hot air I exhaled seemed to scald him, and I felt his body stiffen.

Before waiting for his answer, I slowly opened my eyes with both fear and curiosity. I saw a whole surface of starlight reflected on the lake in front of me. The lake emits sparkling waves.

He lowered the broom, and there was fresh and slightly cool water vapor head-on, and my bare feet lightly slid across the water, bringing a slightly itchy cool touch.

We were reflected in the lake and I looked down and I saw myself smiling and he was looking back at me.A breeze blew, the reflection swayed, and we flew away from the lake.

(Fives)

Dacian said very little that night. He didn't even look me in the eyes after sending me back to the room. He hurriedly said goodbye as if he was fleeing, turned around and left on a broom.

However, I didn't notice anything wrong with him and started looking forward to the next flight.

(six)

Dacian came to me on a broomstick every night after that, and I graciously rode on his broomstick.

But I don't have to grab his waist anymore. Fortunately, the broom is long enough so that I can grab the stick of the broom under me, just like I am riding a broom.

I was ready, but he was slow to take off.

"Dacian!" I called him

"You haven't got me yet" he said

"I don't need it, I'm grabbing the broom" I can't wait

"You're not safe like this." He was a little dissatisfied. "You have to catch me."

"I said no!" I yelled at him

He reluctantly raised the broom, but just as I was looking ahead, he suddenly accelerated. I was startled, and my body was thrown forward, so I grabbed his clothes subconsciously.

he laughed in front

I realized that he was teasing me, so I raised my hand and pinched his waist, and let him go with a grunt after hearing his cries for mercy.

But I didn't let go of him anymore, but unconsciously raised the corners of my mouth amidst his yelling.

(Seven)

Dakian said his father was back, so he couldn't find me on his broom at night.I was a little disappointed when I heard it, but I just nodded in response to him.

Dudley sent me a birthday present, and I opened it up, and it was a picture of me at Metins Secondary School, sitting on a wooden chair in the school garden reading a book.I don't know where he got the photo, and I don't have much memory of it at the time.I ended up putting the photo together with the letter he sent.

This was the only letter from London. I finally confirmed the fact before dinner, and I stopped checking the mailbox outside the door every now and then.

Grandma baked me a Napoleon cake, and she asked me to send some to Dachian's.So I knocked on the door of his house, and a middle-aged man with dark hair and silver-rimmed glasses opened the door. He asked me gently, "Is that Margaret?"

He's so refined, I just can't relate him to Dacian.

"Yes, Monsieur Chevalier" I replied

Before Mr. Chevalier could speak again, "Marguerite?" Dodarchian seemed to have heard my voice in the room. After a burst of hurried footsteps, he squeezed Mr. Chevalier away and appeared in front of me. before

"Hi Dacian" I greeted him "my birthday cake, grandma baked it, it was delicious"

"Today is your birthday?" Dacian was surprised

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"Dacian, you should take Miss Roz's things first." Chevalier, who was ignored, said, and he also took the cake as if he suddenly remembered it.

He sneaked up to my ear and said something, and winked at me after speaking.He spoke too fast and his voice was so low that I couldn't hear him clearly, but he acted as if he didn't want his father to know, so I didn't ask him again.

He said he wouldn't come tonight, but my eyes just kept glancing out of the window.Until there was a rustling sound under the window, I quickly opened the window and looked down, he was standing outside my window.I saw him flick his wand at his shoe, and he floated wobbly to my window.

His hand was tightly pinching the window sill for balance. I wanted to pull him in, but he refused.

His face was a little red "I won't go in, I'm right here"

"Aren't you coming out today?" I asked him

"But today is your birthday" he emphasized with his eyes wide open, as if he was reprimanding me for not paying attention to my own birthday.

Then he complained, "I was going to sneak out the broom, but Daddy put a spell on it!"

I think M. Chevalier knows his son well.

"Anyway, Margaret, hold out your hand." He cleared his throat with a rare nervous expression on his face.

I was also a little nervous by his serious look, and slowly stretched out my hand to him.

He picked up the wand with one free hand, and said a spell that I couldn't understand. The next second, a strange feeling came to my heart, and I saw a daisy blooming on my fingertips.

I was pleasantly surprised, I held the daisy and looked at him, and he was looking at me.

"Happy Birthday, Margaret"

He has been paying attention to my expression all the time. After I showed a surprised smile, he also smiled with me, so we looked at each other with a smile from a distance of a window, and the full moonlight was scattered behind him.