young man returning home

Chapter 25 Truth

Luna dragged her baggy nightgown and stood opposite, looking at Hermione very guilty.

The elves were flying around, running back and forth busily between the two girls.

"How many times? Ravenclaw?" Hermione leaned against the door frame and smiled haggardly, "What a clever use of the Silencer Charm! All breathing creatures in the manor know that Master Malfoy is at his home ! Keep it secret from me! Play me around!"

"I'm... sorry, Hermione." Luna took a step forward, reaching out her hand to comfort Hermione, but unfortunately, she was accidentally bumped by an elf who was running forward.She staggered, almost unable to stand.

"Is that what he meant?" Hermione asked in a low voice.She stared blankly at her feet, not looking at Luna, as if she wasn't ready to get an answer.After trying her best to restrain herself, the little witch finally yelled explosively: "You self-righteous Slytherin! You damned Parseltongue who thinks you're smart!"

There was the sound of shattering earthen pots upstairs, and it seemed to be a mess.

Hermione raised her head instinctively. Through the ceiling, she could hear it very clearly. There seemed to be the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, the sound of falling things, and even a few indistinguishable shouts, which resembled the mournful cry of a werewolf on a moonlit night. Howl.

"He...he..." Hermione froze there, staring at Luna blankly, and could only utter one-byte words mechanically.

"He's upstairs, are you going to see him?" Ravenclae took a deep breath nervously, "Yes, he's been there all the time, today's situation—as you can see, such a chaotic scene, almost every day It's all happening - the first day you came to the Manor, Mr Malfoy told you that Draco wasn't all right... he was! We covered it all up with silencer spells - it's all Draco's fault Well, there are so many rooms in the manor, and he just wanted to put his sickroom above you...Hermione, did you sleep well at night? He comes to say good night to you every day."

Hermione couldn't listen anymore, she was trembling almost all over her body: "...the silence spell? What a great deception...he lives upstairs from me, but I don't know anything! He...he...he's okay ?"

"We can't beat the patient! He loves it! You know, his irascible father almost gave him an Avada! But what can we do? . . . Hermione, go and see him, girl, we're cornered, Draco insisted on concealing everything, and his mother hesitated and finally chose to side with her son! Mr. Malfoy and I always believe that your participation will make the treatment more effective..."

"How is he? Every day? Every day... like this? Merlin!" Hermione said incoherently, almost in tears.She rushed over and grabbed Luna's hand, her legs were so weak that she could barely stand, she kept muttering to herself: "He...he is upstairs...Draco is upstairs!" As if giving her a precious hint, Hermione pushed Luna away and went straight upstairs!

"Hermione!" Luna called to her.

Hermione froze for a moment, then stopped.

"Don't be afraid, it's...the Cruciatus Curse...in this age, learning to get used to it may make us feel better...sooner or later we have to...get used to it..." Ravenclaw, who has always been calm, also endured at this time I couldn't help choking up.

In the age when fate was like nothing, at the moment when Voldemort came back, they had to adapt. The people around them were cast with the Unforgivable Curse, Avada, and left Mei Lin's protection at any time.Death, like a shadow.There is no choice but to adapt and get used to it.

Hermione didn't have time to think about who had the guts to cast the Unforgivable Curse on the only son of this famous and promising Death Eater family, and how bad the situation was that even the well-connected pure-blood nobles in the wizarding world were helpless.She only nodded slightly to Luna, and rushed upstairs quickly!

Luna lifted her nightgown and followed.

Nora the elf ran down in a hurry and almost ran into Luna.

"Oh...the one in front is Miss Granger? Miss Granger has gone up?!" Nora screamed in surprise.

"Sir, how is the situation upstairs?" Luna grabbed Nora and asked.

"It's a mess!" The elf drooped his head, "Master... poor master..."

"The Cruciatus Curse?..." Luna said to herself.

"It's a symptom of Cruciatus, not the Cruciatus Curse! Three Unforgivable Curses? No one dares to offend Malfoy Manor."

"Okay, sir, I see," Luna held up her nightgown, bypassed Nora, and hurried upstairs while not forgetting to tell: "Bat wings and toad eggs, boil soup, three minutes of heat, maybe a little use."

Ravenclaw disappeared around the corner of the stairs.What she is facing and what she is about to face, whether it is grief or excitement, she will spend the rest of her life digesting the thrilling passing through the floating shadows through a door.She is the recorder of the story.

And the protagonist of the story finally meets thrillingly.

Hermione stood there, like a stone statue, so silent that her breath almost froze.If it weren't for the warm tears that kept gushing out to wet the skirt of the clothes, the flowing tears reminded people of the ups and downs of life, reminding every wizard present that the girl in front of her is a real, lively human being. .Different from the cold stone statue.

Malfoy stepped on the tree branch carefully, holding his breath, he was looking for a suitable position to fix himself, holding the tools for repairing the bird's nest in his hand: "Hey! Little girl! Pass my wand to Me!" The sunlight gently polished the tall and straight silhouette of the boy through the cracks in the branches, and Draco's golden head was even more eye-catching under the bright sunlight.

His serious look is very fascinating, and he always has a special power to focus everyone's attention.Hermione thought to herself.

The little girl raised her head, the strong light made her almost unable to open her eyes.Of course Hermione can't be obedient, Slytherin and Gryffindor are naturally repulsive.She raised her mouth slyly: "Slytherin! Do you also carry a wand with you when you practice Quidditch?"

"Of course! Carrying a wand with you is a wizard's habit..."

Hermione yelled from under the tree, "I promise you won't fall off the tree!"

A black line appeared on Draco's forehead: "...Girl! Your guarantee is useless! The one who will be lying on St. Mungo's is... Draco!!"

The image of Hermione's smile gradually became blurred, and that memory was like ripples on the surface of the water, and the shocking stone fell into it, disappearing without a trace.

How long ago?

That is a story in memory, but at this moment, she is standing here.

In Malfoy Manor, I saw the blond boy who left her for no reason again. The selfish Slytherin always used his own methods to "protect" her self-righteously, and finally hurt her badly.

The tree where Jessica the owl lived fluttered far and wide in the yard.The bird's nest built by Draco is still hanging in the shade of the lush foliage.He wanted to give Jessica a home, that was the owl they had single-handedly raised, and the pampered and pampered Master Malfoy personally knocked and built a bird's nest for Jessica.How much he wanted to tell his beloved little girl, in fact, he also wanted to use his own way to give her a home.

Time freezes at this end.

Draco lay there.

The haughty Mr. Malfoy and the noble Mrs. Malfoy, their robes were disheveled, seemed to have experienced a catastrophe.Eyes filled with helplessness and pain.

It was the first time that Hermione watched a living person writhing in pain under the Cruciatus Curse.

Until coma.

Calm returned to the house.

The author has something to say: In fact, this chapter will be updated two days ago. Jinjiang smokes so much that it will never be updated every time. You can read it!