The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

When Narcissa was in her stomach, the spell attack she suffered did not kill her, but made her soul unstable.

They abandoned her as a baby and left her alone in the Rose Manor. If the awakening of the ancient elf blood hadn't given her energy, would their little princess have starved to death in that place!

"Joan, I'm sorry." Dad is sorry for you, Lucius squeezed out this sentence with difficulty, he didn't know what to say, Joan's reaction was beyond expectations, she seemed to accept their words easily Existence, but this also worried him even more. If she had no obsession with it, then she probably didn't care much about them.

"Why are you sorry?" She looked at the sad man in front of her, and the melancholy made his handsome face more attractive.

There was nothing to be sorry about, she told herself, she had her own life, about the loved ones who loved her, Grandma Ally, Grandpa Bee, Grandma Isa, Brother Andris.So she is as happy as she is without their presence in this life.Even if their appearance made her life here have a small deviation, but she believed, how much impact would it have?

She got up and put the cup on the black-painted table, and sat down gently on the edge of the table. The dim light in the bedroom still made her narrow her eyes slightly, unlike the Malfoy father and son who were in a mess. Very empty, empty is no problem at all.She remembered the TV series she watched in the hotel in Venezuela, how should she behave in such a meeting and recognition plot?

She misses her brother, and if Andris is here, he will definitely tell her what to do, and even if he doesn't tell her, he will support every decision she makes.

She looked into the expectant eyes of Draco, her brother, Lucius, and her father, and she suddenly had nothing to say.

At this time, it would be superfluous to say anything, and I began to habitually use my left hand to scrub the middle finger of my right hand, where there used to be a blue ring that had accompanied her for three years.The moonlight outside filled the ground with silver, she turned her head to look at the uneven brick houses outside, and there was silence everywhere.

In fact, she likes the UK very much. American life is fast-paced. Only her who has been staying in Loughde Manor, her living habits seem to have been frozen by a long time, and her every move is rigid.During those few days in Venezuela, she watched the crowd coming and going in a hurry, walking with no elegance at all.At that time, she even thought that if Grandma Yisha, who was obsessed with etiquette, saw it, she would definitely be furious.

But her brother told her, no, Elizabeth wandered in the world of ordinary people for many years. After her husband died, her son and daughter-in-law died, she took little Andris around again.After seeing a lot, those stereotypes have been smoothed out.

Grandma Ellie said she was born in England, the beautiful and warm place where she lives now.The green grass stretched almost beyond sight, and when it rained, the docile grass shouted joyfully in her sight.

She was moved by these simplicity in her heart. It is actually wrong to think about these things at this time, but what else can she think about.Or maybe her heart is running away, trying to avoid facing all this.

"I, I feel very surprised. I think you know." She lowered her head, and the platinum hair fell down, blocking the sad eyes of the platinum father and son looking at her.But she didn't feel that the depression in the air was any less.The emptiness in her heart blocked those complicated thoughts, but the silence of the three people in front of her forced her to face these problems directly.

"When I was very young, Grandma Ellie told me that his son, that is, my father, had died. Although I used to dream of living with my parents. But now, I don't know how to put you away. What kind of position is on, you know, in my life..."

"There has been no us." Draco cut off her increasingly quiet words, and he walked towards her slowly, and she watched this boy with the same gray-blue eyes and platinum-blonde hair walk towards her slowly, He held out his hand to her,

"Joanne, you are my sister, there is no doubt about it." He said: "We have missed it several times, do you remember? The airy corridor leading to the potions classroom at Hogwarts, Slater, who was silent at Christmas Lin common room, and the Zabini Manor that you left not long ago, we could meet earlier, "

As Draco said, he approached her again, and with his other hand picked up the neatly arranged portrait by Joan on the table,

"You were exactly the same as your mother when you were a child. I was shocked when I saw this painting at Harry's place."

"But, I don't remember." Joan heard herself saying, her heart was empty, like a cave that had been broken by the wind, many things whizzed past and left without leaving a single memory in her mind.She felt as if she had forgotten something, but could not remember.

You should remember, she said to herself.

I should remember, she said to Draco.The pain of the lost past pulled in her heart, and she once again felt that she had fallen into a strange circle.No one can answer for her, she can only search for it alone.

"Joan, it doesn't matter if you don't remember, everything will start from now on."

It doesn't matter if you don't remember, we don't care about everything that happened to you, but now that you have returned to us.We won't let you go easily.Finding you and protecting you are Malfoy's obsessions.

That hand stubbornly stopped in front of her eyes, slender, clean and beautifully shaped.Joan moved his gaze from his hands to his face, between the eyebrows, that is the most respectful gaze, and the place that most embodies human emotions.Draco's eyes were firm, but Joan felt uneasiness and fear in his firmness.Is it because she is afraid that she will refuse?She felt distressed by this thought, and she put her hand in his under their expectant eyes.The moment the palms touched, not only Draco, but Joan was shocked physically and mentally.

The dazzling brilliance of their intertwined hands is the power of blood. This pair of brothers and sisters have already recognized each other.Lucius' silver-gray eyes welled up with tears at this moment, they had waited too long for this moment.

The author has something to say: I wanted Backspace countless times, but I still endured it.Don't throw comments or anything casually.

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28. Dead Silence...

Joan fell asleep in Lucius' arms. He couldn't see her face, but the small ball in his arms was as heavy as the whole world.He personally sent Joan into the room next to Draco. The room had been vacant for nine years, and today it finally welcomed its owner.

Kaka followed behind Lucius, tears streaming down his face.

Lucius gently put the princess in his arms on the bed, and despite being careful, she woke up.

Or she never fell asleep at all, she looked at the man with soft hands and feet, and said that sentence carefully: I want to go home.After she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong, but the desire in her heart drove her to say this.Everything here is strange, and the throbbing in her heart of family reunion makes her at a loss.

I want to go home, the four words made Lucius freeze in place, he tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, and tucked the quilt for her as naturally as possible.Outside the door, Draco's slender fingers holding the doorknob were all blue and white, and all the strength in his body disappeared in an instant.He turned around and sat on the ground with his back leaning against the corner of the wall under Kaka's bulging eyes full of tears.

Joan, this is your home.His heart was screaming and roaring, his entire chest was rising and falling as if it was about to explode, but his tightly pursed thin lips made him unable to make a sound.He also couldn't show a tone that might frighten her to that little sister who had been missing for nine years.Once again, Draco felt more resentment than gratitude for the couple who raised Joan.Why! ?Why? !Why are they? !

"Okay, daddy's little princess is going to sleep well, and I'll take you to America tomorrow." He heard his father's suppressed bitter voice, and his body sitting on the ground felt powerless sorrow again.The gray-blue eyes covered with hands were misty.What a cruel thing, sometimes it is probably the most hurtful words that come out of no intention.But what is even more tragic is that they can't say anything to refute.

They must be cowards, because they have unavoidable scruples about Joan's obsession, and because they are afraid of losing again, they are anxious and anxious. They, the platinum father and son who are almost rampant in the British wizarding world, have become cowards.The more Draco thought about it, the more his firm heart inevitably wavered.

When Lucius came out of Joan's room, what he saw was Draco sitting in a corner and looking sluggish. He paused, and didn't use the Malfoy master to restrain him. He felt Draco's pain.

"Draco, we have no reason to complain, everything is within our expectations." And it was much better than expected.Joan is now staying at Malfoy Manor, right by their side.

"I know, father."

"Come to the study, I think we need to discuss it."

Draco watched his father's figure disappear around the corner, and after a long while in a daze, he stood up, silently cleaned up his wrinkled clothes a few times, and then went into the study.

His father stood with his back to him in the northwest corner of the study, where there was an empty picture frame, and his eyes fell on the picture frame.Draco took two steps forward and stood there silently.Time slips away slowly, when the silence is depressing and almost makes people crazy,