[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

Draco had flaws, childishness.

Everyone has shortcomings, and it's not a Mary Sue novel, and he's not an overbearing president.

Perfect, he's not.

But fortunately, his childishness is within my acceptance range, after all, he is very cute when he is childish.

The truth that beauty is in the eye of the beholder has been best confirmed by me.

'Draco is really cute. '

Standing in front of the Forbidden Forest waiting for Thestrals, I looked at Draco who insisted on seeing me off even though he didn't need to go home by car, I thought so.

"Didn't you tell Potter before that you wouldn't go home for Christmas?" Draco said to the slender and handsome Cedric, his tone was always cold, worse than talking to Harry, "Digger inside."

Obviously during the semifinals, Draco specially bought hundreds of badges of 'Cedric wins, Potter stinks' in order to anger Harry, and handed out one at Hogwarts.

Everyone used to think that Draco was very optimistic about Cedric and admired him very much. The students of Slytherin were once friendly to Hufflepuff because of Draco's attitude.

But since they had fifth grade, Draco seemed to have a sudden prejudice against Cedric, and his dislike for him was unabashed, even in public.

His behavior is elusive to most people, but I think I know why.

"Yes, I'm not going back for Christmas, but..." The brown eyes blinked and blinked, a touch of pink crept onto the boy's face, and his freckles became more obvious, "I just happened to walk here and saw Ginny was about to I plan to stay with you for a while when I get home. By the way...by the way, I would like to express my thanks to Ginny."

Honest people react violently when they lie, like Cedric.

He's a 100% Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff's students have the virtue of 'honesty'.If they're going to lie, you don't need to call out the flawed lie, they'll be ashamed themselves.

Cedric is indeed handsome, and judging from the few months we have been together in DA, the outside world's evaluation of him is indeed correct.

——Excellent, loyal, kind, stubborn boy with a sense of justice.

——Not only is it 100% Hufflepuff, but it also perfectly reflects the expectations of the outside world for Hogwarts students.

Not exaggerating at all.

For example, now, even after Draco's repeated rude treatment, he can still maintain his demeanor and behave gracefully.

The reason why he does this is not because he has a strong psychological control ability, nor is it because of his disguise skills.

It's because Cedric himself is really gentle, and in his opinion, other people's malice, as long as it's not too much, he doesn't care.

I admire his character and hope Draco can learn to mature like him.

but……

"You have expressed your thanks to me many times, but it is not necessary, Cedric."

I'll still be on Draco's side like he's always been on my side.

"and……"

There was a sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground.

"And now the thestrals have arrived, we have to go, you go back quickly, the weather is so cold."

I pointed to the thin snow on the ground. About an hour ago, Hogwarts suddenly snowed.

This is the first snow at Hogwarts this year.

"Yes, it's so cold after all, you should go back, Diggory." Draco's dissatisfied expression turned into a slight smile after hearing my answer, "Look at you, your nose is red."

The last sentence was addressed to me, as he tied my scarf a little tighter and turned up the collar of my coat.

And ended up scratching my nose.

Cedric: "..."

Draco has always shown affection regardless of time, place and occasion, just like he once did not listen to my explanation and frantically showed affection in front of Harry.

After Harry was with Cho Chang, his love interest turned to Cedric.

At the beginning, I just thought of him as a warlord, just as suspicious as Annie, but later Cedric became more and more obvious, adding Qiu Zhang's indistinct hostility.

I'm sure of Cedric's intentions.

But Cedric never directly explained his favor to me, so I couldn't do much other than deliberately avoiding him like today and not accepting any good accidents from him.

The thestrals had a loud voice, and when the sound of the horse's hooves stopped, it yelled for us to get on the car quickly.

"You should go."

Draco took my hand and stood with me in the snow for a long time as he took off his leather gloves and put them on for me.

I always feel that his face is paler than usual, and Draco's hands are also cold when he recalls the feeling of him scratching my nose just now.

"Okay." I nodded, "Then go back quickly."

Don't want to delay any longer, let Draco stand with me in such cold weather.

I turned around and held Draco's hand, using my strength to get into the carriage.

"Well, can we talk in private?"

Cedric interrupted me suddenly with a sound.

"No."

Before I could answer, Draco spoke, squinting at Cedric as if he had never seen him before.

Although the weather was cold, Draco's tone was actually a bit colder than the cold weather.

"Sorry," I shrugged at Cedric, "I have to go, and Draco is my boyfriend, so you can say whatever you want in front of him, there is no need for 'private' at all."

Cedric looked a bit embarrassed, looked at Draco, then at me, paused for a few seconds to muster up his courage, took a deep breath and then spoke out in one breath.

"I love you, Ginny, from the moment you bravely stood up in the competition. Of course, I also know that you like Malfoy, you are very right, and love each other deeply, from the way you speak and interact. See, so I... I wasn't expecting some kind of answer from you."

He seemed to hold it in for a long time, and finally said it in one breath, and he was finally relieved.

Cedric smiled lightly.

"I just think that even if I don't get your response, I should tell you this feeling."

He kept looking at me while he was talking, and I didn't avoid his gaze, but his confession did make me a little embarrassed.

So honest and so embarrassing.

I thought I said 'Draco's my boyfriend, there's nothing you can't say to his face. ', he will understand the point of my expression.

Unexpectedly, he took it literally and confessed to me in front of Draco.

……

Did he think Draco was dead?

I glanced sideways at Draco quickly, then quickly looked away.

Draco didn't look at me, he just stared at Cedric, indistinctly thinking.

"I know what you're worried about," Cedric's face turned red after the confession, which was different from the thin layer of pink dyed by the shame of lying before, "I also know why you usually treat me like that , but I understand you, maybe now is not a good time to express it, but I shouldn't hide it any longer."

These words were addressed to Draco.

"Otherwise, it is disrespectful to me, to this mood, or to you."

While he was saying this, I was waiting for De-Five to interrupt him, or get angry.

But until Cedric had said all he wanted to say, Draco didn't say a word.

This made me a little confused.

The corners of his mouth drooped, his eyes were fixed on Cedric, but he didn't look at me or speak.

I can't see anything other than that he is unhappy.

Only Draco squeezed my hand through the glove, giving away his nervousness.

"Sorry, Cedric."

Although he doesn't need to respond, it's impossible for me not to respond to his heart.

"You understand."

"I see."

Cedric nodded, although he was still smiling, he still looked a bit lost at this moment.

"Well, that's all I have to say, Merry Christmas."

The upward curve of the boy's mouth seemed to be very reluctant. After he hastily left his blessing, he turned and walked away.

After standing with us for so long, he didn't even wear a scarf.

"Merry Christmas."

Unexpectedly, Draco said to Cedric's back.

"Okay, you should go."

He grabbed my waist with both hands and carried me to the carriage.

"Draco," I looked into his light gray eyes, which contained my face, "why did you just..."

I wanted to ask, but I didn't organize the language well. It's actually not easy for me to ask him this question.

The situation was already embarrassing, so it was best to be silent and act as if nothing had happened.

Draco was not surprised by my question, he blinked, and the snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and with the blinking movement, they trembled and turned into water droplets.

dripped on his lower eyelid.

"He's right. If he didn't speak, I might stop it, because I really don't want to hear others confess to you, especially...he looks pretty good."

He coughed lightly.

"However," Draco pondered the tone of his expression for a while. Although he was looking at me, he didn't think or say anything about me. "Since he has already spoken, it is impossible for me to interrupt him."

"And you are so good, so beautiful, and intelligent. He is not the only one who likes you. His heart is no different from an affirmation of your charm. Even if I am unhappy, I can't stop others from praising you and expressing your love to you." Mind."

"Whether it is good or not, you should respond by yourself, and I cannot replace you."

Draco's expression was serious, and a white breath came out of his mouth as he spoke.

I was speechless for a moment, and the Thestral also started to move at this time, its hooves stepped on the spot a few times, and began to walk forward.

The carriage began to shake.

"Ginny," Draco didn't get into the carriage, but took my hand and walked with the carriage, he looked up at me, "Although I have been avoiding the question about 'Pansy' before, but wait for you I will give you a satisfactory explanation when I come back from the next vacation."

"Ah."

I nodded.

The carriage began to speed up, and he also accelerated and walked a few steps until he couldn't keep up with the speed of the carriage, until he couldn't hold my hand.

I looked back at Draco standing still and waving at me. His figure was getting farther and farther away. I didn't turn back until I couldn't see him and sat up straight.

The neck is sore.

Draco said he would give me an explanation.

About Pencey.

He surprised me again. I was vaguely disappointed by his evasive attitude recently, but I didn't deliberately ask him.

The biggest reason I don't want to pursue it is probably - I probably don't feel that the two of us have a future from the bottom of my heart.

But he told me so solemnly today that he wants to explain it.

I was a little lost in thought about Draco's last words. Compared with his words, even the appearance of thestrals didn't surprise me.

——Skinny body, black body, with bat-like wings.

Silvery white eyes, but no pupils.

Fortunately, before seeing it, Draco had prepared me psychologically over and over again.

[It's a type of pegasus, and it might look a little scary.Only when you have seen others die in front of you can you see its appearance. ]

Draco looked worried.

[Originally no one could see it, but thanks to the battle between you and Barty Jr. in front of the whole school, all senior students except freshmen can see it. ]

[However, its head is exactly the same as that of a dragon. If you are afraid, you can observe its head more.After all, I remember that you are very interested in oriental culture, and dragons are the most revered gods for oriental people. ]

Afraid of meeting the Weasleys at the station, Draco, who could only send me on a Thestral but could not go with me, was very worried at the time, fearing that I would be scared alone.

Recalling Draco's words, I looked at the Thestral's head in front of me and fell into deep thought.

Such a skull-like head, which resembles the portraits of various evil spirits in western legends, does it look like an oriental dragon?

Do you crooked nuts have any misunderstandings about us in the East?

The Thestrals are very fast. I only sat in the car for 10 minutes before arriving at King's Station.

After thanking the Thestrals I jumped out of the back seat with my handbag.

——A light handbag is all I need to bring home this time.

Three papers to be written, and a journal.

I didn't even bring a reference book because Hermione said she would spend Christmas with me too.

With Hermione here, there is no need to take any reference books, Hermione is omnipotent.

As for why I brought back the Dark Lord's diary, that's because I found something strange in my recent conversation with him.

Riddle's speech became eccentric.

And his speaking style has also changed, he no longer talks nonsense with me, and he no longer pretends to be a confidant brother to help me out. He always asks me about the current situation intentionally or unintentionally.

The state of the wizarding world.

No matter how I interrupt him, how much I tease him like before, he will never ignore me angrily, and stay silent for half a minute at most. When I am about to close the diary, he responds as if nothing happened .

The way Riddle endured the humiliation aroused my suspicion.

After several routines and anti-routines, I finally came to a conclusion.

He is not a separate entity as I first thought, he and the real Dark Lord can perceive each other.

The change in his attitude towards me shows that the Dark Lord should have noticed my presence.

I sense danger, so I'm going to take it back to the Burrow.

I'm going to give him one last cliché at Christmas, when Harry will be there too.

If he had any violent and unusual reaction, I'd give it to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Hey, Ginny." A girl with dark eyes and a heart-shaped face suddenly appeared in front of me, and greeted me enthusiastically, "You are Ginny, right, with red hair and a Gryffindor school robe inside the coat , Yes, you should be right."

She appeared out of nowhere, as if appearing in front of me out of thin air.

Her words and actions were a little rude, but the warm smile on her face made me unable to get angry at all.

"Yes, I'm Ginny, may I ask you...?"

I took a step back, even though the girl in front of me seemed kind and approachable, but before she revealed her true identity, I had to be vigilant.

keep distance.

"My name is Tonks." She pointed to herself, and then looked at me in surprise, "You are very defensive towards others, obviously in their description, you are a weak girl like a little white rabbit."

A characteristic of hearty and informal people is that they are less likely to cover up and modify their feelings and words.

I don't know where she heard the description of me, but the description of 'weak little white rabbit' doesn't make me happy.

"I'm a Gryffindor."

I retorted emphatically.

Nymphadora Tonks, Narcissa's niece and Sirius' blood relative.

She is also somewhat related to Draco, so she should be Draco's cousin.

It's no wonder that after I saw her pale face, I always felt a little inexplicably weird.

There are many fair-skinned people, but Draco and his relatives are probably the only ones who are morbidly white.

"Yes," she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly giggled, "Not only is he a Gryffindor, but he is also a Gryffindor with a sharp tongue. No wonder he can fall in love with Slytherin regardless of the world."

Tonks smiled mischievously: "But I support you, even though my cousin is a Slytherin."

The beautiful girl held my wrist with a straight smile.

"You don't need to wait for the car, I am your mother sent to pick you up."

Before she finished speaking, I felt a heart-piercing feeling, as if a hook was pulling my stomach, hanging me up in the air, and then swinging back and forth in the air.

This feeling lasted for less than a second, but the sequelae were not small. After I landed, I felt dizzy and felt dizzy. After I fell to the ground, I heard her reminder.

"Apparition, you may feel a little uncomfortable."

"You should tell me this in advance." I protested weakly while leaning on the wall in front of me. After I managed to raise my eyes to look around, I asked, "And where is this place? Why isn't it the Burrow?"

This isn't the Burrow, she apparated me from King's Station to a Muggle building.

Although I know Tonks is a good person, even if she takes me to a completely strange place, I don't need to worry about her ulterior motives.

But I'm [-]% confident that Tonks' sudden 'apparition' was intentional, she was playing a prank.

Even if she stuck out her tongue and made all the innocent expressions at this time, I still don't believe that she is really as innocent as she shows.

"Don't talk, just read the above content silently in your heart."

She pulled it out of her pocket a few times, took out a crumpled paper ball, and handed it to me.

I took it, resisted the discomfort in my stomach, and opened the note.

There is only one address written on it.

[12 Grimmauld Place]

……

? ?

Isn't this the legendary location of the Order of the Phoenix, the place where those who fight against the Dark Lord gather together, the house inherited by Sirius.

The mansion of the Black family.

Why did Mrs Weasley ask Tonks to bring me here?

Before I had time to push away all the doubts in my heart, the handwriting on the note disappeared.

At the same time, the Muggle building in front of us suddenly began to part, a new house appeared between the buildings, and a new door appeared before our eyes.

"Come on, come in, Harry and the others are already waiting for you inside."

Tonks took my hand kindly, turned the door handle in the shape of a big silver snake, and opened the door.

"Your mother has been waiting for you for a long time."

Her tone was a little gloating.

The black-painted door opened in front of me, with countless scratches on the door, it looked dilapidated.

The inside of the house seemed to match the door. When the door was pushed open, the musty smell and dust inside rushed in.

At a glance, the corridors and stairs are dirty and messy with cobwebs.

At the end of the corridor was a long dining table where everyone was seated except me and Tonks, including Mrs Weasley in her apron.

They seemed to be toasting something, but they paused when we opened the door, and everyone raised their glasses and looked at the door.

"You're back, Ginny, hurry up..."

Mr. Weasley was the first to speak. He put down his glass and was about to call me over, when a shrill scream broke the harmonious scene.

"Evil, terrible, bad wizard." An old elf appeared out of nowhere on the stairs after snapping his fingers, pointing at me with its long, skinny fingers, and said with hatred, "It's you, Krichet feels Got it, it was your smell that killed my poor little master. Evil, horrible, dark wizard."

There was a sudden panic at the dining table, and they all pulled away their chairs and stood up.

Even Tonks looked at me after listening to Klicer's words.

I watched it widen its eyes, filled with pain and hatred, and its body trembling with fear.

Involuntarily, he clutched the handbag containing the diary tightly.

The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, there are still Mid-Autumn red envelopes today (don’t ask me if I will eat dirt when sending out red envelopes, as long as you are happy, I eat dirt, it’s not important!)

By the way, I saw that some cuties didn't love Draco because of his childishness hahaha, there's no way hahaha Draco is like this now, that's what he is, cowardly and cowardly hahaha.

Those who don't like naive ghosts have to wait for Captain America.

Don't worry everyone, it shouldn't be too cruel, but I like Draco so much, a little bit of abuse, I will abuse myself first.

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And hahaha, yesterday a little cutie said that Draco was five years old, no more.

Hahaha I'm about to cry.

De five years old, okay, it's very Draco.