young man returning home

Chapter 23 time

The door "squeaked" was pushed open, Hermione hurriedly packed her clothes, and Ravenclaw had a full view of her back.Luna was obviously taken aback, but of course calmed down quickly: "You are not smart girl, you can't clean up with magic spells? Obviously, the efficiency is faster."

"Recently... it's more laborious to turn your brain than your hands!" Hermione didn't even look up.

Ravenclaw no longer kept her secret, she was afraid that Hermione would make unexpected moves when she was not clear-Gryffindor always had her own plans.She asked bluntly, "Hermione, are you leaving? Get out of here?"

Hermione exhaled: "...the sky has changed!"

"No, the sun is very good." Luna was very calm.

"Won't let me go?"

"At least you lost a reasonable reason."

"...the food here is not to your liking!" Hermione sat down on the folded laundry.

"... Most of the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchens are from Malfoy Manor, Hermione, you really haven't been turning your head very hard lately."

Hermione looked up bitterly: "Little girl! You are getting more and more mean!"

"It's wisdom."

"Hush!" Hermione stood up and made an exaggerated silencing gesture, "I don't want to stay in this damn place! I don't want to be neighbors with old monsters!"

Three black lines were removed from Luna's face: "Hermione, you are spoiled by Draco! By the way, what is an old monster?"

Hermione made a grimace, and lay down straight, the heavy object slammed into the soft big bed. "The Black Demon King!! Is Coming!!"

"Vol... Voldemort?"

"Sorry for picking up the bad habits of Slytherin. The man who can't say his name, we are used to calling him-Voldemort!"

Luna smiled: "Hermione, you almost took the job of that lady from the Daily Prophet!"

"I'm not kidding! Luna, let's go right away! I! No! Want! Be neighbors with! Voldemort!!" Hermione jumped up: "Good girl, are you willing to face a snake face with no expression every day?"

"Where did the news come from? The owner of the manor never mentioned it."

"Lord Voldemort is the master of the master of the manor!"

"...Hermione, you are a little nervous. Voldemort has no reason to come to the manor." Ravenclaw was still so calm, speaking elegantly and slowly, "Why don't you give me a reason?"

"!!" Hermione screamed like a child covering her face with a pillow: "The bed here is warm and comfortable! The food here is delicious! I have to admit that the cook here is the first-class helper in the Hogwarts kitchen!! "

"..." Luna turned around, "I'll pour you a glass of water to calm you down, Miss Granger."

"Lou!!! Na!!!" Hermione's high decibel quickly pulled Ravenclaw back, "definite and credible news! Damn Voldemort is going to turn Malfoy Manor into the first semester of our seventh year." It became his decision-making base! It's luxurious and comfortable, although Voldemort is a bit weird... It can't be ignored that he was a Slytherin! Slytherins like luxury and enjoy themselves, don't they? It fits Slytherin Features, old sir!" Hermione pouted, motioning Luna to find the "source" on the table.

Luna walked over and found a piece of parchment pressed by a quill pen on the small square table. She carefully spread the parchment evenly, and the inscription "Hermione Granger" came into view impressively.It was clearly stated on the paper that Voldemort would move to Malfoy Manor after the summer holidays.

"It seems...it is indeed so, but...why is the signature 'Hermione'?" Luna looked up, as if trying to find the answer on Hermione's face.

"Because 'Hermione' told me the news!"

Luna's eyes widened.

"Use your wits! Little girl!" Hermione squinted and smiled, "You guys are doing some weird stuff, and you're always hiding it from me, but please remember, Gryffindors are full of courage, and it Not inferior to Ravenclaw's wisdom. Ha, Miss 'Granger' wrote me a letter, telling me everything that will happen in the future, um, yes, indeed," Hermione looked at Luna's undulating expression, and smiled Loudly, "Little girl, Jessica helped me—that lovely owl, whose duty is to deliver letters from different time and space."

"Very smart, Hermione." Luna also smiled, a gentle and soft smile that was enough to cover up the panic in her heart.She had, of course, mistakenly ignored Gryffindor's wisdom, and she even blamed herself for spilling Jessica's secret to Hermione so quickly.From now on, the future and the past are as transparent as a blank sheet of paper.And that poor blond boy, the secret of the Forbidden Forest that he took so much pains to cover up, will also float to the surface.

Hermione snapped her fingers: "Just write a letter to Hermione in the seventh grade! The future 'she' will tell me everything I want to know!" She deliberately raised her tone, with no deep meaning.

Luna almost paled.

"So," Hermione reached out and grabbed Ravenclaw's almost icy hand, "maybe we can talk it over? Where is Draco now? Luna, don't stress in your bloody Slytherin tone, everything is For my own good!"

Luna stepped back in embarrassment, struggling to free Hermione's hand.

"H... Hermione..."

"Well, Luna, you should do as I say, if you are smart enough. Ask Jessica to send a few letters to the 'future' or 'past', and you will get the answer I want."

"Perhaps, the future Miss Granger is very tight-lipped." Ravenclaw quickly calmed down.

"Indeed," Hermione smiled wryly, "she evaded the important thing, but anyway, she told us that Voldemort will move to Malfoy Manor in the first semester of our seventh year. What might this mean? Luna, let's go together? Take Della division."

Thank goodness!The principled Mrs. Weasley didn't tell her teenage self anything she shouldn't!Luna breathed a sigh of relief.

After a short silence, Miss Lovegood looked at Hermione seriously and seriously as if she had made a major decision: "Have you already decided?"

Hermione nodded.

Luna sighed, and took a long time to say, "I'll give you back what you entrusted to me. I hope it's the right decision. Hermione."

They were going to move out of the manor after all.It doesn't belong to any wizard except Slytherin.

And on the night they were about to leave, Luna took Hermione to the attic of an abandoned courtyard in Malfoy Manor.The history of this attic is almost equal to the length of the history of magic. Of course, it exists attached to Malfoy. This ancient and mysterious family almost dominated the magic world at the same time.

Hermione held up her wand, and a faint glow emanated from the top, filling the square space.For the first time, a stranger broke into this narrow attic full of traces of history.

As the load continues to increase, the stair boards make a "squeaky" sound, just like the isolated old witch humming at night in a fairy tale.As if looking up, you can see a ferocious old face full of wrinkles.On the other side of the ancient castle, the little princess who grew up in nursery rhymes is happily walking to the dance floor for her 16th birthday slide.She will be held by the prince, leave the old king's loving gaze, and become an elegant and beautiful princess in another country.From the thorns roses grow delicate buds.

Curses and blessings are only between the lips and teeth.In just a moment, the princess has grown old.Walk out of the dream of fairy tales, walk out of the old castle, and walk out of the distant eyes of the old king.Breathing, flowing, time.

That's right.Hermione lowered her head and thought deeply. In the narrow and dark attic, there was an ancient decaying smell. It turned out that it was the smell of decaying time.Time also gets old.

She swung her wand, and the fluorescent light poured down like water and filled the small space.Reflecting Luna's profile, she slid down soft lines.The little girl's golden soft long hair looks like a soft felt from such an angle.

Hermione steadied herself and looked around.In the corner of the dilapidated attic, there were continuous spider threads hanging down, and the big black spider was staring at the invading witches.It's hard to imagine that such shabby and dilapidated conditions belonged to the Malfoy Manor. While the noble gentlemen were holding silver wine glasses, they had already ignored the embarrassment that was out of place in the manor.

Luna walked in front, occasionally looking back at Hermione anxiously, the wands they held in their hands were like burning candles, emitting a faint light.Much like an explorer in a medieval castle!The little girls were fearless.

"Luna, why are we here?... What did you say you wanted to bring?" Hermione's lowered voice echoed in the small space, and the deep horror shrouded the dark night.

"Shh! It's just a pensieve, let's borrow it and use it, Malfoy won't be so stingy!"

"The Pensieve? It's lying there in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts!"

"Don't make a fuss!" Luna raised her wand higher, "This is Malfoy Manor! There are countless treasures hidden in the ancient magic family! In short, we can get everything we want here - just use some Heart."

Hermione swallowed, she wanted to refute, she couldn't get everything she wanted here, except here, everything she wanted could be fulfilled anywhere anytime!However, that blond boy was born and grew up here.When the story begins, the road is doomed to be full of thorns.The little witch lowered her eyelashes sadly, but did not speak after all.

Here they met Narcissa.

One day, the proud princess rushed out of the banquet where the guests and the host enjoyed themselves, and broke into the forbidden room of the castle curiously and surprised. There, she would meet a ferocious old witch and the turbulent waves that the world had never imagined before the age of 16.And Narcissa, the former Miss Black, was arrogant and rebellious, and it was no surprise that she appeared in this dilapidated old building that had long been forgotten by the manor.

"Husband... ma'am..." Luna was so shocked that she almost dropped the wand in her hand.

Facing the faint fluorescent light refracted from the tip of the wand at the corner of the stairs, Hermione could clearly see Narcissa's face, and a slight surprise was written on Mrs. Malfoy's well-maintained face—the moment she saw them.

Hermione pouted angrily, not knowing what to say.

Luna was also obviously stunned for a moment, and then, looking at Narcissa firmly, said slowly: "Madam, let's find the Pensieve. I want to return the things that Hermione gave me for safekeeping. Please forgive me." .”

Narcissa didn't speak, just turned her head to one side, and Hermione was surprised to find that tears were shining in her eyes.

Those were Draco's eyes.

Draco's eyes looked exactly like hers.

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