young man returning home

Chapter 41 The Narcissus Affair

The deep white moonlight is laid out in the soft and dark mud of the small garden, the soft felt woven by fairies, and the clouds are flying lightly.The elves sang at night, and the story of Montague and Caprice became a cursed ballad, poured into the deep sleep of the flower spirit.The glass greenhouse is full of pots of daffodils, which are reflected in the clear water, proud and cold. "Narcissa." In Greek mythology, the son of the river gods Kophissos and Liliope, handsome and proud, fell in love with his own reflection in the river.The name of the daffodil.When Lucius used his magic wand to light up the entire glass greenhouse and delivered his carefully prepared gift to Narcissa, his eyes were bright and cautious, and he was even afraid that his wife would be dissatisfied with his thoughtful gift .He looked forward to Narcissa's response like a child: "Sissy, do you like it? These, these are all yours!"

Narcissa smiled cooperatively and said, "'Narcisha'?"

"As a wedding present, Sissy."

"Lucius! We've been married for three years!" She tiptoed to kiss her husband. "Our Draco can even ride a broomstick!"

"But he still has to fall, doesn't he?" Lucius was in a good mood, squinting his eyes and smiling slightly.He walked over and gently wrapped his wife in his arms.

Narcissa closed her eyes, enjoying the warm morning sun very much.However, in a trance, there are still feelings of girlhood lingering in my heart.Can she forget it?Did she forget?

At least, he loves her.

As a husband, as a father, he did impeccable.

Signus has always had a good eye. Lucius, who he took a liking to instructing the east bed, showed extraordinary potential after marriage. He was promoted quickly, wandering through complicated social interactions, and climbing up the ranks like a rocket. , coupled with Malfoy's consistent wealth, Narcissa's status is unparalleled, and Signus has chosen a very satisfactory home for his favorite little daughter.Blake's last glory.

Lucius always has a lot of social receptions, and sometimes he brings Narcissa with him. When he attends alone, Narcissa refuses to go with him, and Mrs. Malfoy always rubs her forehead with a headache: "Ah, the dance, and It's a dance, I don't want to go, I might as well take a good nap at home..."

"Cissy, rest well, I'll be back soon..." He kissed Narcissa's forehead deeply, put on the dragon leather gloves gracefully, and left the manor.

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief, turned and walked into the bedroom.

When Mr. Malfoy came back, he always smelled of alcohol. He always cared in his heart. When he was slightly drunk, he pulled Narcissa and asked, "Sissy, is that him? You still think about him...you never Never loved me...Sissy..."

"You're drunk, Lucius." She always said lightly.

Pampering and love have never left, he is tolerant because of love, and because of tolerance, he may love more.The wayward third young lady of the Black family, the unattainable daffodil in her youth.

People are always good at forgetting at a certain time.Wizards are no exception.

Narcissa forgot to tell her husband that what she misses may not be the crazy love in her youth, but everything about the Gryffindor Seeker named Arks, what she misses is only Miss Black about Youthful perception and the passing Hogwarts youthful years represented by Arks.At that time, Black was still an ancient and great family, the old father was not dead, and Andromeda would not leave, and she was domineering under Bella's protection.The nostalgia for Arks she expressed in her absence or simply, her incomparable lingering on the good times when Blake's relatives were reunited.That doesn't seem to have anything to do with love.

She forgot to tell Lucius that she fell in love with her husband unknowingly.

Lucius would never know.

At the end of Draco's fourth year, Voldemort appeared in front of the young savior with the power of the Goblet of Fire, and the newborn Dark Lord summoned a gathering of Death Eaters.

That day, she was terrified for no reason.Lucius hugged her and comforted her softly: "Sissy, what's wrong with you? You don't look very well, do you want to call Ibel to have a look?"

Narcissa leaned against him, her shoulders trembling slightly, she was afraid.Although they didn't know what was going to happen then.

"It's okay, Lucius, I'm suddenly worried about Draco," she said.

Lucius laughed: "Sissy, the overflowing maternal love is always a bit inexplicable! Isn't Draco staying at Hogwarts well? This semester is over, and we can plan a trip to Paris during the summer vacation."

Narcissa's prediction was accurate. At this moment, Lucius supported the table and began to twitch slightly in pain. His eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.

"What's wrong, Lucius?"

The Dark Mark was about to come out, Lucius tried to calm himself down: "Sissy, I have to go, I have to go, he is calling me..."

He rolled up his sleeves, gradually revealing the ferocious Dark Mark on his arm. Skeletons and poisonous snakes were entangled, and Slytherin's cold demeanor was all too familiar.

"No...no..." Narcissa cried out in horror.

Lucius glanced at her, picked up his wand casually, and prepared to leave without hesitation.

There is no lingering.

"Lucius!"

Narcissa stopped him at the door.

Lucius stopped there, turned to look at his beloved wife, and silently lowered his eyelids.

"He... is... really that important?"

Lucius was taken aback, raised his wand, and lightly stroked the cold gem embedded in the snake's head: "No...Sissy, to me, nothing is important except you and Draco..." He stood at the door, raised his wand and stroked lightly in the air a few times, and looked at Narcissa helplessly: "That's why I have to go, Sissy." His tone was soft, and he tried his best to comfort her. His grieving wife.In front of outsiders, the domineering Mr. Malfoy would never speak in such a tone.

Narcissa sighed, nodded slightly, and watched her husband leave.Her eyes were reddish and her expression was sad. She knew that the vicious circle binding the pure-blood clan was spreading silently again, and the madness and obsession that had been snuffed out in the cradle of thorns would be revived with the return of the Dark Lord.

Bella, it's time to come back too.

This is Malfoy's fate, and it is also Black's fate. No matter what capacity she takes to deal with it, she cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

Narcissa sighed heavily.

Pulling back the thick green velvet curtains, Lucius' figure disappeared under the long aisle of holly trees, and as the lush greenery extended, the black-robed wizard's figure was also dragged away.

The Dark Lord is back.

Malfoy's life was pulled out of the original track.

Narcissa took a hot bath, changed into a floor-length nightgown, followed the habits developed during Black's time, and drank afternoon tea elegantly in the lazy sunshine alone.

When the sun climbed up to the foot of the window, she lay down on the big velvet bed and fell into a soft dream.

"Sissy, are you okay?" she heard Bella calling her.

Sissy.

At one end is the down-and-out Mrs. Lestrange of Azkaban, and at the other end is the graceful lady of Malfoy Manor.

black.

Once they were all Blake.