young man returning home

Chapter 33 Hidden Crisis

where is this place?

She seems to have seen countless mermaids tumbling in the white waves, and the current is rushing, pushing the time to flow. She can feel the touch within reach, as soft as a waterfall, and the coolness penetrates into the bone marrow.That was the feeling of memory sliding across the corners of her brows. Yes, she was buried in the Pensieve at the moment, waiting for the memories that had been taken away to re-inject into her mind.

Hermione wanted to pull that messy hair when she was upset, of course, she couldn't at all now - the water had soaked "Miss Nutria"'s hairstyle, and her whole head was now submerged in the Pensieve!My head is full of bloody memories, messed up like a handful of bonweed!

Where is this?

When thinking of this question, the IQ-extremely intelligent Miss Know-it-all actually had to think a little bit before she could activate the "positioning system" correctly. ——Yes, this is Malfoy Manor, and this is the hot summer when the sixth grade was approaching the summer vacation. She lived here and accidentally met Luna who had been missing for a long time. After many twists and turns, Luna returned her a collection Memory glass tube.Hermione was sure that she had a fond memory that was lost, but she didn't know why it happened.And only those two tears that collected memories could allow her to regain the past - the past that Draco deliberately concealed.

In the manor, next to the Pensieve and Hermione were Narcissa and Luna.Lucius quietly returned to the upstairs study room, pacing back and forth anxiously, with complicated thoughts, holding the hand of the wand back and forth to stroke the letter spit out by the snake at the top, the cold sweat constantly oozing from the palm of his hand, almost scaring himself one jump.A cup of hot tea was placed on the desk, and it began to cool slowly. Mr. Malfoy was absent-minded, and his finger bones were tapping on the marble table lightly, making a "clanking" sound.He is talking to himself:

"I'm really worried about that brat... Tsk tsk, the truth will be revealed soon... Draco is going to know the truth... Everything is caused by his father, he will hate me!"

"Draco will never know the heart of a father... Little Mr. Malfoy, when you grow up to be a father, you will understand... If I don't stop, let that damned disease haunt you for the rest of your life?! Now you Are you alive? Is the pain of 'Cruciatus' worth tasting like old wine? A disease that even Ibel can't cure!"

"Merlin will blame me, is everything Lucius' fault?...Sissy, you planted the root of the disaster, we can't let Draco follow in the same footsteps..."

The old man was muttering to himself. He obviously considered the "consequences" more carefully in a sober state. He needed a quiet environment to think about how to solve the next dead end.However, at this moment, the elf hurriedly knocked on the door:

"First, first, first... sir... next... next..."

"Nora, you shouldn't scare me with stuttering... This is obviously not a punishment for your passive sabotage, but there is an active elf rights protector living downstairs!" The moment also made a joke.

"No, no, no, sir, Miss Hermione dare not question you... No, no, Nora means that Nono Nora's stuttering has nothing to do with Mr.!" Nora spoke incoherently.

"Okay," Lucius snorted coldly, "what's the matter?"

"Down, down, down...there's a commotion down here!"

"What's going on?" Lucius was startled.

"Young master probably thinks it's wrong, but the young master got up! He pulled Miss Hermione out of the Pensieve! Miss Hermione interrupted those memories, and they were making a noise over there! Oh my god! It's crazy!"

Lucius hurried downstairs with his wand in hand.

It was almost a mess, and a big battle in the imagination had just ended.When Lucius walked in, Narcissa came up to him and shrugged helplessly at him: "It's all the children's business, let them solve it by themselves... broke some things that are not important."

Lucius glared, and was about to get angry when Draco stopped him with a sentence: "Father, what you broke - according to the old rules, I'll give you a summer job to pay for it."

"Mr. Malfoy..." Lucius said coldly, "I don't plan to recruit summer workers this year."

"..."

Narcissa hurriedly pushed away someone who was lighting the fire everywhere: "Lucius, have dinner together? Let them have a good talk..."

Lucius was dragged away by Mrs. Malfoy, and the moment he stepped out of the room, another "explosion" sounded in the room, followed by Hermione's furious shout: "Mr. Malfoy! Damn Mr. Leitlin!"

Lucius stepped on the threshold with half of his foot and stopped for a moment. Narcissa quickly patted him on the back comfortingly: "I'm not calling you, I'm not calling you... Don't forget, your disappointing son also has a surname 'Malfoy' eh..."

Lucius said modestly: "They...are they smashing my antique vase..." The voice hovered feebly in the sky, and Narcissa said again and again: "Draco will take a summer job to compensate...! Or , Draco has a rich father who will definitely compensate him...!"

"..."

There was only a mess left in the house, and the three "monsters" who "survived from a desperate situation"—Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. The friend spread his hands helplessly: "Talk about it, I have tried my best to minimize Mr. Malfoy's loss—he should thank me. Ravenclaw always has the foresight—fortunately, I confiscated your wands in advance! !!" Luna tightly hugged the two confiscated wands, for fear of being snatched away.

"Thank you!" Mr. Malfoy thanked Bumin.

"Thank you!" Miss Granger was grateful.

When they finally calmed down, Hermione remembered something important: "Draco, does it still hurt? ... I mean, this strange 'cruciatus' disease you have from time to time... "

"...you... that memory in the Pensieve... have you read it all?" Draco asked timidly.

"Hmm! Hmm!" Hermione nodded fiercely: "I just said that something is wrong with you! I knew it!"

Draco was silent for a long time, and when he finally accepted the fact sadly and painfully, he sat down very quietly: "So...the part in the Forbidden Forest..."

"I know it all! It's in the Forbidden Forest..." She winked, "It's in the Forbidden Forest... that part!"

Draco sighed heavily.

Hermione approached Luna little by little, and smiled obsequiously: "Hey! Give me back the wand! I want to stretch Draco's muscles..."

Ravenclaw had all sorts of suspicions. Just as he pulled out a small part of his wand, Hermione who came prepared snatched it like lightning: "All of them are petrified!"

The spell came out, and Draco, who was frowning in knots, instantly turned into a stone statue. Luna frowned slightly, but was also unfortunately affected. Her expression seemed to say: "Hermione, what are you doing?"

Hermione walked up to the already petrified Draco, and nodded solemnly: "Ha! You stopped me too soon, and I didn't have time to finish that memory! What Forbidden Forest? Does the Forbidden Forest have anything to do with my past? I I only saw you elope with me... and then, right, it was 'in progress' when you escaped from marriage and came out to find me!"

Poor Draco couldn't move at all under the influence of the petrification spell!If he could move at this moment... he would definitely shoot "fluorescent light" with the magic wand on the opposite side of the little witch.Of course, he could only curse in his heart at this moment: Damn... Gryffindor...!

"Don't kill me a thousand times with your eyes in your heart! Slytherin!" Hermione pouted, "You always like to make decisions for me! That part of my memory...has nothing to do with you! It should have been intact Give it back to me!"

Hermione gently moved to the table where the Pensieve was placed, and buried her head in it again. The water flowed past the corners of her eyes and touched her face. She only felt a tickling, soft and comfortable touch.She longed so...to discover that secret memory...in the Forbidden Forest.

That part of the past that Draco never wanted her to touch.