young man returning home

Chapter 20 Unexpected Visitor

Hermione smacked her lips, lying on the window bier and staring helplessly at Jessica. "What a stupid bird—" she muttered in a low voice, and suddenly remembered the scene where Draco climbed up the holly tree to build a nest for it, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Where is he now?

Jessica stretched her neck and let out three or two weird cackling sounds, fluttering her wet feathers. It circled Hermione twice, and after a while, against the gray sky, it flew away again. .

Jessica seemed to be very busy these days, and the sky was so overcast that it didn't affect the dumb bird circling back and forth at low altitude.

"Are you talking about a girlfriend?" Hermione giggled.She suddenly remembered that Jessica was a girl's name, and this naturally stupid bird might also be a little girl, "——don't be abducted by boys." She immediately corrected it, and Jessica said "uh". , as if protesting in a low voice, it paced back and forth along the window sill, and suddenly, flapping its wings, flew to the top of the holly tree in the distance, and sank into the ink-colored gray of the sky after a while.

"What is Jessica doing, Nora?" Hermione casually asked the elf who came to bring her tea.

"Well, miss..." the elf jumped up, almost knocking over the plate, "the owl... the owl always delivers the letter... just like... Nora is serving the master..."

"It...delivering letters?" Hermione almost spit out the tea she just drank, her eyes widened in disbelief.She almost forgot that Jessica was an owl!

"Yes, yes, there have been a lot of letters recently, and Jessica is always too busy."

"There is no shortage of owls in the manor, right? Jessica has to deliver so many letters... um, one..." She remembered that Draco once said that there were hundreds of fireplaces in the manor, such as She saw with her own eyes that the collection of books in the manor was quite rich, and the magic family always seemed to like to show off with a huge number. The total number of owls in the manor should never be less than the number of house elves who worked hard for the pure blood family.

Nora lowered her head and lightly pointed at her fingers: "What Jessica can do... other owls can't do it." The elf suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, and jumped back in horror, "Ah, I can't say I can't Say! Nora's in trouble again!"

"What's the matter?" Hermione grabbed the elf's thin arm, curious.Today's manor is not what it was when she first came here, not even the scene she described in her dream, but in the past few months, everything has changed, and any disturbance in the manor seems to hide an ulterior secret.

Nora's big eyes rolled around, and she took a deep breath, as if she had made a great determination: "Jessica's letters... were all intercepted by Ciri! That stupid bird, it's wasting its time!"

"Who is Ciri? Why did it intercept..." Hermione glanced at Jessica, who was busy outside the window, and asked hurriedly, "... intercepted Jessica's letter?"

"Ciri is an elf who mows the lawn! An elf like Nora! He used to help the kitchen at Hogwarts..." Nora always talked nonsense at critical moments.

"..." Hermione looked helpless.

"Shirley has intercepted all of Miss's letters!"

"What? My letter?" Hermione almost jumped up!

"Hmm! Mmmm!" Nora nodded desperately, "Nora can go and steal Missy's letter back!"

"This... steal? Ciri took my letter?" Hermione couldn't figure out the situation for a moment.She pulled the elf to the sofa and sat down, wanting to hear it explain the ins and outs slowly.Nora just stood up and refused to sit down no matter what.

She actually believed it a little bit!These days Jessica was always busy flying, in line with all the habits of owls in the wizarding world to deliver letters. She stared at the window every day to see that little bird, but she never found any letter!

"Ciri...why did you intercept my letter?" Hermione swallowed, tentatively believing that it was her "letter".

Nora paced back and forth awkwardly, as if thinking seriously about some serious matter.The elf suddenly pulled off the apron and slapped his thigh hard: "That's because!" It paused, and finally mustered up the courage: "That's because...the master and his wife are quarreling, and the lady wants to intercept those letters." , Master disagrees..." The little elf pointed her finger, lowered her head, and stopped talking.

Hermione stood there in a daze, and then asked in a daze, "...Who? Who will write to me?"

Nora raised her head, her big eyes rolled innocently: "Can't say, Nora can't say..."

Hermione sighed, and just about to turn around, the elf's anxious voice sounded again: "But...but, Nora can go...to steal..."

"steal?"

"Those letters belong to Mademoiselle."

"You...you won't be punished?" Hermione was a little worried.

"Master's instruction... In the manor, only the madam does not want the miss to see those letters. Jessica is trying to send them every day...there is the belief at the other end of time..."

Hermione shook her head slightly: "No... I don't understand."

The elf Nora snapped her fingers loudly: "Miss, you don't need to understand, you can find the answer in those letters soon. Nora is responsible for handing them over to the lady in good condition—Merlin pities Jessica's life in all weathers." toil."

The little elf retreated to the door, ready to reach out and close the bedroom door respectfully.

Hermione stopped it suddenly: "Nora, when can I see Draco?"

The elf quietly backed away without saying a word.

"Are there any guests tonight?" she yawned.

"Yes, the guests will come sooner or later. Not necessarily tonight."

"Mrs. Malfoy said, that's a pretty little girl? Someone I'd like to see—God knows, how I'd like to see other pretty little girls in Draco's bedroom—"

"Miss will be happy."

"Sweet dreams. Nora." Her voice was languid and sleepy.

When Hermione woke up at night, she suddenly found that the window had been left closed, and the moonlight had flowed all over the floor, like a luxurious golden soft felt, spreading all the way to the foot of the bed, almost covering the cotton mop she had put on the floor.

She suddenly lost all sleepiness, arched her body and sat up, hugged her knees and stared out of the window blankly.The shadows of the trees in the manor are slanting, and they are passing the window faintly. When the wind blows, they sway and sway, like a slowly moving silhouette attached to the window paper.Hermione rubbed her eyes, and the sadness ran deep in her heart. This is Draco's room, Draco's bed, Draco, that little blond boy, together with his lonely childhood, silently and silently in every day On a moonlit night, under the shadow of the manor's paper-cut window grilles, I stared at the window coffin in a daze.The low sobbing is buried in the chirping of cicadas in the hot summer of the manor.

Hermione climbed out of bed, walked to the window with bare feet, looked at Malfoy Manor sleeping peacefully under the starry sky, then gently closed the window, walked back to the bed, lay down, and forced herself to sleep .

There will always be dawn, even if the night is long.

She turned over, raving in her mouth.

When the dim light in the early morning streamed into the cracks in the window bars, Hermione was half asleep, she vaguely felt a figure swaying in front of her eyes, the little girl blocked it with her hand, and stammered, "Draco, is that you? "

Sombra was taken aback.The warm breath seemed to be nearby, Hermione turned over and said to herself: "...how could it be? Why...it could be Draco..."

The little girl rolled up the quilt in her sleep, arched her body like a shrimp, and murmured in her sleep.

The black shadow moved forward slowly, breathing on her face: "... such a poor sleeping appearance..."

He snatched the little witch's rolled-up quilt, carefully covered her up again, carefully tucked in the quilt's feet, An Ran looked at An Tian's sleeping face, and whispered: "Sweet dream, little girl."

He tiptoed out.The bedroom door opened a wide gap, and the two swaying shadows in the aisle stretched long under the moonlight, almost spilling into the gap.

There was a girl's voice: "You are so brave, how dare you come to see her like this."

The boy smiled wryly: "It's just sneaking around, he's good at it!"

"Very... sorry..." The girl apologized deeply.

"Are you going to see her tomorrow?"

"That's what your mother meant..."

"Don't do anything behind my back! I mean... without my consent!" The boy suddenly became excited.

"Sir, sir, getting angry is not conducive to recovery..." The girl was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Damn! Who told you that toad eggs, bat wings, and pitch-black medicine jars are good for my recovery! Damn! Who told you!"

"St. Mungo's Chief Physician, sir."

He couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hands: "Are you really going to see her tomorrow? Get her out of the manor! You all go!"

"Can't go. Sir, would you like me to bring you a sentence?"

"There's nothing to say! . . . Tell her how ugly she looks when she sleeps!"

The girl giggled. "She's probably drooling on your pillow!"

"She'll be drying off with a pillow towel in her dreams! Good night! Ravenclaw! She'll be mad with joy to see you tomorrow!"

"Thanks to Mr. Malfoy." She bowed her head and kissed his hand.

Of course, the next day, our Miss Granger received a gift from Merlin in the morning when she opened her sleepy eyes and the air was still filled with the scent of soft flowers——Nora brought her a distinguished guest, the beautiful girl Narcissa spoke of. little girl.

Hermione rubbed her eyes in surprise, afraid that everything in front of her was just a dream.

"Miss Granger, won't you let me see your engagement ring?" Lovegood teased her deliberately.

"...you...you...Lu...Luna? How could it be you?" Hermione was so excited that she could hardly speak.

Ravenclaw came over and sat on the edge of the bed: "Hermione, Hermione, are you okay?"

"Harry and Ron all right? Hogwarts as usual?" Hermione blurted out.

"I don't know, I've been here all this time..."

"Always?"

"Yes, Malfoy took me in."

"Luna, you are missing, we are all in a hurry..."

"I know, Hermione, . . . that day, in that chaos, I was taken away by Death Eaters, and it was Draco who found me and brought me here . . . I've always lived in Malfoy Manor."

"De... Draco?"

"Hmm!" Luna nodded, "Hermione, he said you asked him to take care of me... He took me back to the manor, I can't go to you, the chaos is still going on, I can't go to you..." Luna Na choked up, "He freed the Death Eaters' captives and hid them! Voldemort will punish him! I can't leave..."

Hermione stood there blankly, it turned out that Draco had already brought Luna back to the manor at that time.He cherished her will and commitment so much.The arrogant Slytherin had already kept her plea firmly in his heart.

The boy on the tower has always been there.