young man returning home

Chapter 24 Clues

Narcissa sighed: "How... how... explain to Draco?"

Hermione felt faintly uneasy. Under the faint fluorescent light, what she saw was no longer the elegant and arrogant Mrs. Malfoy above the hall. Narcissa in front of her was just, just a mother with a sad face.

Luna tried to convince Mrs. Malfoy: "Ma'am, this is your best explanation! He is lying there! He is lying there now! Draco has become a child who is not blessed by Merlin, but what is his beloved little girl?" do not know either!"

Narcissa glanced at Hermione, the noble lady was trembling slightly at the moment, she tried her best to restrain herself from choking, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "If only as a selfish mother, of course I agree to do this—the Pensieve is There, just take it, the little girl has the right to know everything that we have claimed to hide. But...but...this is not what Draco wants to see, I have to worry about my son's mood."

"Ma'am," Luna continued anxiously avoiding Hermione's constant bewildered gazes, "you are a sensible and loving mother, but...we really can't make our own decisions, maybe Mr. Malfoy Crazy selfish love for his son is what Draco and his little girl need."

"Luna?" Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, and finally pulled Lovegood's clothes in protest.

"Calm down, Hermione, I promise you will get everything you want, and Mrs. Malfoy will finally agree to a decision that seems painful but has a sweet heart in it. Let's do it, ma'am."

Narcissa smiled slightly: "When did you and Lucius line up, Lovegood?"

"It's not crazy, ma'am," Luna said in her unhurried but unquestionable firm tone all the time, "Jessica sent those crucial things that reveal the relationship between 'past' and When I read the letterhead with countless messages from 'Future', I knew that we couldn't hide it, and Mr. Malfoy was eager to let Hermione know everything-even though he was unwilling before, the old gentleman who is now eager to love his son has nothing to do. You sent Ciri to intercept the letter and delay Hermione from knowing the truth. But, I know, we can't hide it, Jessica was raised by Hermione and Draco, and the owl will bring all of them one day Letterhead, Hermione will understand everything sooner or later... the pain that Draco tried to shoulder... How naive..."

Before Narcissa could speak, Hermione asked first: "Jessica the owl? It's very kind, but, but... I never remember that Draco and I raised it..."

"Don't worry, Hermione, I promise the truth will come to light tonight." Luna turned her head and comforted Hermione who was full of doubts with a smile, "I have to admit that the owl was indeed raised by you and Draco— - when it was a bird's egg."

"I...I think...we should respect Draco's will..." Mrs. Malfoy still hesitated.

"It's not fair, ma'am, one of the parties involved was Hermione, and you never asked her will."

In the narrow, dark attic, the air was frozen and scorched.After a long silence, Narcissa finally nodded in agreement with difficulty. —and while that would hurt her son's spirit, it was the only way to save Draco's body.

She wants her son to be healthy.Even from now on, he will bear the guilt of Draco's life.Like Lucius, selfishly loving his only son.As long as he's healthy, it's fine.

It's time for the truth to come out.

When they were about to leave the attic, Hermione shook Luna's arm and said hesitantly, "I don't think I understand..."

"When dawn comes, you will understand." Narcissa hugged the dusty Pensieve and said to Luna: "Give Hermione's things back to her tomorrow. We brought back the Pensieve and let Hermione tell herself, what happened."

"Including Draco?" Luna glanced at Hermione and asked Narcissa.

"That child?" Narcissa's beautiful eyes were clouded again, she paused slightly, and finally made up her mind: "Let her go to see Draco—in short, after dawn, the storm is coming. I ...I'm hardly sure...if I'm doing the right thing...how Draco hates me..."

"Relax, ma'am," Luna said.

Hermione wanted to speak comforting words, but suddenly found that her speech was exhausted.In the conversation between Narcissa and Luna, she could hardly get in a word!She doesn't know anything at all!

They came out of the attic.The three beams of fluorescence dimmed instantly under the bright moonlight.They put away their wands and stood in the barren grass outside the attic, facing each other silently.

In the distance, the zelkova forest is covered in the heavy night, so gloomy and frightening.

Hermione shuddered.

She suddenly remembered the day and night she had spent with Draco in the Forbidden Forest.

"Sissy." A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and Hermione looked up and found that the figure in the robe slowly moved closer.blond.arrogant.The sapphire inlaid in the snake's eye on the snake head wand glowed coldly.

"Lu... Lucius..." Narcissa was a little surprised, obviously she didn't expect to see her husband here.

Mr. Malfoy glanced at the Pensieve held in Narcissa's arms without expression. He deliberately looked away and suddenly smiled gently, "Sissy is out to watch the moon?"

Narcissa yawned: "Woke you up?"

The raving is soft, like childish coquettishness.

Hermione was a little taken aback. The relationship between Mr. Malfoy and his wife did not seem to be as cold, unfamiliar and polite as the outside rumors said.There may be love between them.A solidified marriage between pure-blood families is not without happiness.

"Good night, little girls." Narcissa turned her head and said good night to the two children.She smiled and said, "The moonlight is very good in the manor, but the wind is also very cool. Go to bed early."

"Madam is right, go to bed early," Lucius also looked at them, and then at the dusty Pensieve in Narcissa's arms, as if he knew everything in his heart, and said with ulterior motives, "Tomorrow, one day It's a big storm."

They waved, turned and walked towards the hall of the manor filled with crystal chandeliers.

"I can't wait for tomorrow." Hermione murmured, holding Luna's hand.

No sleep for one night.

In Draco's bedroom, the little witch Hermione spent another wandering and lonely night alone.She knew that he was here, that Draco was hiding somewhere in Malfoy Manor.He was well protected, here, the aura of that blond boy was everywhere.

Hermione gently stroked the back chair, desk, and even the window biscuit, as if touching the softness of Draco's fingertips, so carefully.She could almost imagine Draco growing up here, in this boxy little space, the little blond boy being forced without warning to grow up like any Malfoy, graceful and haughty.

The year Slytherin met Gryffindor for the first time, the young master Malfoy was so arrogant, the self-respecting Granger touched the sharpness and thorns of another world for the first time, and the pure-blood family was incompatible with the Muggle world For the first time, a deep chasm was erected in front of them.

After all, there is an intersection between them.The brave Gryffindor dared nothing, but Draco, with the blood of Blake, was stubborn and rebellious, and his young and taboo love affairs were like vines growing wildly, desolating the entire sky and the earth.

They started with a bang and ended with no reason.

Hermione pushed open the window, and the silvery moonlight flowed into the small, square space, and the cool breeze pierced her bones. She folded her arms and shivered slightly.

Hasty footsteps were stepped on upstairs, and the small and noisy sounds spread all over the sky. In an instant, the whole manor was noisy like a boiling oil pot being poured into clear water.

Hermione's heart was beating wildly!

Hasty footsteps passed by outside the bedroom door, and the voices upstairs were getting louder and louder, as if the whole manor was immersed in a tense and anxious atmosphere.

The little witch didn't know that it was before daybreak, that the pain of peeling off flesh and blood suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and all the unknown or even the soon-to-be known were mottled and pale in front of her eyes. She was unprepared and caught off guard.But he was forced to accept the torn past buried deep in his memory with the fastest speed.

She lightly touched the ring engraved with deep friendship - Malfoy's engagement ring, two lines of tears slipped down unconsciously, Hermione dried them mechanically, and finally mustered up the courage to walk towards the bedroom door .

It was already a mess outside, and the elves were busy and panicked.Through a door, Hermione heard Nora's voice: "The young master is not good again! Hurry up! Hurry up! Pass all the raw materials for the potion upstairs! Rick, go and open the ancient sheepskin magic book! Mr. You can find some useful information!"

"Such a big commotion! Don't you need the Silencer Charm this time? Ma'am told you not to let Miss Granger hear any commotion..." another elf asked Nora.

"No need! The Madam said that Miss Granger will not be banned from now on! The young master is lying there...he is lying there! Hurry up!" Nora replied hastily.

The footsteps still didn't stop.

Hermione pushed open the door!

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