young man returning home

Chapter 5 Confused

"Stupid!" Pansy sneezed, the wind blinding her eyes.

The young man stands on a tall tower, the gust of wind lifts Gu Liao's back, and the halo of dusk is like a large splash of ink, passing through the uneven shadows of beech trees not far away, forming a large void in the shadow of the leaning tower's back background.Thick, honey-like orange rubbed into the lonely outline of the boy.Loneliness fits flawlessly.

"How pitiful!" The little witch deliberately shook her head, and walked in front of him, "Is it better?"

"Come on," the boy turned around, with a forced smile on his pale face, "Pansy, I just want to practice Quidditch by myself for a while..."

"There is no competition here, Draco," Slytherin slyly walked around him, and the little witch caught the panic in the young man's eyes, "There will be no nutria here, Draco."

"Pansy!"

The little Slytherin witch obviously knew that she had successfully pissed off the old buddies around her, she shrugged indifferently: "Or we can talk about something else, Mr. Malfoy." She looked at him with a smile, her eyes were as bright as snow Night dance, "For example... on Christmas Eve in the fifth grade, the groom left his fiancee and left alone at the engagement ceremony of the pure-blood nobles... Should we settle the score? Mr. Malfoy."

He spread his hands helplessly, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Can't figure it out, Pansy."

"She owes you her life." The Slytherin witch giggled. "You also owe me peace of mind." She drawled her tone exaggeratedly, "Hey! Malfoy's precious life!"

"Enough," Draco was visibly irritated, "At this moment, all I want to do is practice Quidditch for a while! Pansy..."

Pansy whispered back to him in a soft, storytelling voice, "Draco, did you know that the green Slytherin Quidditch uniform suited you well...in second year..." She choked up. He stopped talking, and looked down at the empty Quidditch field not far away.The little witch's piercing voice pierced into the boy's eardrums: "Fool! Even if you die on the Quidditch pitch, she won't look back at you!"

"Parkinson's! I warn you!" The teenager took out his wand angrily!

"Draco! Blaise asked me to warn you too," Pansy insisted, "You're playing with fire!" She suddenly fell on Draco's shoulder like a lonely little girl, choking secretly, "Please cherish your life, Malfoy was born noble." Her tone at the moment was almost like Lucius, faithfully implementing the motto of the pure-blood family.She finally asked with concern and gentleness as any understanding girlfriend would: "Are your injuries better, Draco? Get rid of those habits that shouldn't be! You should only be injured for the Dark Lord's sacred mission." .”

Draco slowly retracted his wand, and his cold arm mechanically drew an unsightly arc in the air.He stroked Pansy's short black hair stiffly, and the little witch's face was stained with tears.

"Pansy, are you afraid? Slytherin has no future." He gently pushed Pansy away, and the boy walked alone to the other side of the tower, towards the abyss of Slytherin.

"Where are you going?" Pansy asked in a stalking voice behind him.

"Library. There's something I have to figure out."

"The library? The place by the window on the second floor?" Pansy smiled bleakly, "Standing in that position where you can see Granger when you look down?" She paused, her smile became stronger, "I have to admit , it's really sunny out there, Mr Malfoy."

The gloomy boy of Slytherin stood on the windswept tower.Finally, without looking back.

Years later, even though he has grown into the most admired old gentleman in the history of the Malfoy family, standing in front of the marble desk flooded with sunlight, he still misses the lingering shadow that once hid in the towering tower like crazy A little boy who weeps silently.Time is like sticky ginger candy, enduring sweet and greasy suffering.Little Malfoy drank poison to quench his thirst.

But in the end, there was no turning back.

Hermione woke up with a muffled, cold sob.The coldness of St. Mungo's was far more unbearable than the smell of disinfectant in Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary.It was raining heavily outside.The smell of the mud full of weird smell is like a potion of unknown formula filling the lungs.She almost retched, which undoubtedly reminded the sensitive Miss Know-it-All of that day in the Forbidden Forest when her beliefs were broken and all her thoughts were lost.Little Malfoy looked miserable, and she wasn't feeling well either.

Buried under the haze and cold rain is St. Mungo's black muscles and bones as cold as a giant's torso.

"Not a pleasing sight, Hermione." Harry waved his wand, and the green vine curtains slowly closed, blocking Hermione's sleepy sight.

"Who?"

"...Hermione," Harry walked up to her and patted her shoulder lightly, "You didn't sleep well, go back to the Burrow with Ginny, I'm here..." The young savior was sad Frowning deeply, "I will take good care of Ron... Madam Pomfrey is developing a potion, he will wake up soon..."

"...Who? Harry, you know what I'm talking about." Hermione stared intently at Ron on the hospital bed, with extremely complicated emotions, "Who is crying outside?"

The sound of the rain gradually became louder, and the faint sobbing sound disappeared.

"Neville, it's Neville." Harry sighed, a little helplessly.

Hermione lifted the quilt, lifted the skirt carefully, and stepped barefoot on the cold floor.She jumped like a rabbit, and the moment her toes touched the ground, the little witch frowned slightly due to the cold.

The dark corridor was filled with cold wind.Only the dim light of the street lamps reflected on the ground, like a soft blanket covered with goose-yellow velvet.It was raining heavily.

The torrential rain came one after another, and the faint sobbing sound was like a chaotic rhyme in the scattered layers of the rain, dark and low.The boy just sat alone on the cold stone steps, facing the cold, rainy and lonely night, feeling a sense of loss.

"N...Neville?" Hermione breathed cautiously.

He didn't speak, but turned his head in surprise, staring at the little witch's brown eyes, but his shoulders were still shaking.Hermione raised her wand, and in the spell of "Luminescence", she could see the boy's red eyes clearly, like a trapped animal.St. Mungo's is a sad place for boys. She thought he must be familiar with every plant and tree here. Maybe before she was 11 years old when she didn't encounter magic, the little boy sat alone in this way on countless cold rainy nights. On the stone steps, it should be dawn.The silent cry of a miserable childhood is the painful price of looking for the morning star in the darkness shrouded in black magic.But he is willing to take it, all the extravagant rewards are the sweaty candy paper that he kneaded countless times when he was 11 years old but carefully hid it in his close pocket.

Hermione's cuffs swelled like sails in the cold wind.She couldn't help sneezing.

Harry had already chased them out, and the thin figures of the three were cast on the wet ground by the orange light.St. Mungo hid quietly in the cold rainy night.It turns out that Gryffindor can be lonely too.

"Luna," Harry moved his lips, uttering the name with difficulty, Hermione turned her head, Harry's hand was on her shoulder, and the young savior seemed to be reading a cold epitaph, "Luna is missing ...on the Quidditch pitch that afternoon, during the Death Eater attack that left Ron unconscious to this day..."

Big drops of tears rolled down from her eyes.Hermione looked at Neville subconsciously. The former fat boy stared blankly at the vortex of water under the stone steps, expressionless.

Hermione had always known that Neville liked Luna.That hidden feeling might be the same as she used to treat Ron. Seeing Lavender with him, she would be inexplicably sad.Their relationship seems to be a matter of course since the Gryffindor trio started.She could understand Neville's mood at this time, just like she was helpless in the face of Ron, whose life and death were unknown on the hospital bed.She broke into Professor Snape's house that day to get some potion materials to supply to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey spent a lot of time concocting a new awakening agent, but she still couldn't wake Ron up.His injury didn't seem to be as simple as people expected. In desperation, he had to be moved from Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds to continue observation, and the Gryffindors took turns to accompany him.

Hermione woke up on such a cold and rainy night.The fat boy crying on the stone steps, the toad who got lost when he was 11 years old, the familiar but cold Ward 49, and the bubblegum wrapper that was crumpled countless times in his sweaty palms are all the things that the little witch is seeing at this moment. A grand nightmare covered with cobwebs and dead vine branches as far as the eye can see, and images without memory flood the sky and cover the sky.

"I don't know what else I can lose," said the boy on the stone steps.Hermione looked over, and Neville's round, fat face looked very haggard, and his messy hair was like a bird's nest that had accumulated rainwater. At this time, the raindrops were running down the short lock of hair on his forehead, almost into his eyes.

"Have you been to Ward 49?"

Hermione was about to answer, but realized that Neville wasn't waiting for her answer.At this time, he was more like a stone statue carved on the stone steps, as if he was only telling a story that had nothing to do with him, and he said to himself expressionlessly: "She is always sitting in ward 49 with disheveled hair. I don’t know each other, including me of course. The only gift she gave me was a crumpled candy wrapper, how ridiculous. Grandma asked me to throw it away..." His voice gradually deepened, accompanied by the bleak rhythm of the cold rain , People have an impulse that can't bear to listen.Longbottom's voice still stubbornly maintained an unhurried process amidst the continuous choking: "But I carefully folded it and quietly hid it in my close pocket...Maybe no one in this world will send me Such a precious gift. I often want to ask her: "Mom, do you hurt?" He finally couldn't bear it anymore, buried his head on his knees, twitched his shoulders and cried loudly, "They Cruciatus on her . . . they put Cruciatus on her .

Hermione's face was full of tears, she slowly put her hands on Neville's shoulders, and whispered to him: "Be strong, Neville...Go to hell with the damned black magic! Show the courage of Gryffindor... She forced a smile, "Maybe we are the Order of the Phoenix in the future..."

"Damn it, it's really like a bird's nest!" Harry walked up to Neville and stroked his hair, but his hands were wet from the splashing rain.The fat boy was amused by his embarrassment, and burst into tears with a not-so-ugly smile.Under the orange light of street lamps, the two young saviors on the prophecy ball smiled sincerely.

In the lonely cold rainy night of St. Mungo's, only the silent ghosts cry.