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

[Professor Snape's lookatme before his death and the phrase always to Dumbledore]

[Grindelwald conceals the whereabouts of the Elder Wand]

[Draco hid in the bathroom secretly crying]

……

When these pictures flashed in my mind in turn, the tears "swish--" stayed behind.

"I'm just falling in love with Draco, even if you hate him, you can't instruct an elf to say that about me like this."

I squatted down and held the handbag and diary tightly in my arms, my nose was sore.

Bean-sized teardrops spilled from the sockets.

Hearing the panicked footsteps at the end of the corridor and Mrs. Weasley's exclamation.

I sniffed.

"No, baby, you misunderstood."

Mrs. Weasley walked the fastest. She was obviously the fattest and least mobile person in the group, but she was the first to rush to me.

"Excuse me, Sirius, excuse me."

"Arthur, you're blocking me!"

……

The corridor was long and narrow, and after several anxious excuses from her, she finally came to me as a loving daughter and hugged me.

I felt a warm embrace that I hadn't felt in over a year.

"Mom really has menopause."

Ron was pushed away by Mrs. Weasley just now and stuck to the wall. Now he rubbed his face and complained under his breath.

"Shut up, Ron."

Hermione scolded him under his breath.

Obviously the two of them are not together yet, but now they act as if they have been dating for a long time.

"Mother."

Taking advantage of the emotions just brewing, before being interrupted by Ron and the others.

I lifted my head from Mrs. Weasley's hand-knitted collar and questioned in a tearful tone.

"It's really just because he and I like each other, so you don't plan to want me?"

Preemptive strikes have always been my routine.

"That's not really what it means," Mrs. Weasley held my hand with one hand, and pulled me into her arms with the other. "Mom wouldn't say that about you."

After only a year of absence, Mrs. Weasley's face became more wrinkled, most notably at the corners of her eyes.

"However, it keeps saying that I am a bad wizard, a dark wizard, and that I have the breath of black magic..."

I pointed at Kreacher, and wept as I spoke, uttering a sentence intermittently.

The voice did not fall.

Kricht seemed to cooperate with me specially, I saw that he was wearing thin and tattered clothes, with his arms wrapped around the railing beside the stairs.

With terrified and disgusted eyes, he verbally attacked me again.

"You liar, villainous wizard, you have a strong aura of black magic!"

"You still want to hide, what is in your arms! Kreacher can smell it, Kreacher can feel it, that's what killed my little master."

"evil!"

It held the railing tightly with its skinny ten fingers, and pointed its right index finger at me after it finished speaking.

That finger was covered in ashes, and I don't know if elves take a bath, but I don't think Kreacher did.

——The furrows of its wrinkled fingers were all clumped with ash.

"Dark wizard."

Accompanied by the last word, it thrust its head out from the gap in the railing, and the eyes that occupied half of its head were now widening along with its protruding head.

Its appearance suddenly magnified before my eyes.

—I can even see the dirt in the corner of its eye.

"Siris!!"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, and she was very angry when she felt me ​​flinch in my arms.

"Are you going to look at it like this?!"

"Oh, right."

The dark curly-haired man, who had been keeping his hand on Harry's shoulder and watching us, suddenly reacted and pulled a wand from his ridiculously wide suit pocket.

"Kreacher, get out of here."

He pushed Harry back and pushed himself through the others, making it look like he was about to hit Kreacher.

"Not only did you bring the wizards of low blood to the old house, but you even allowed the black wizard who killed the little master to come in." It seemed to be very afraid of Sirius, and as soon as Sirius made a move, it backed up, "Madam will be angry, She has expelled you from the Black family, and you have no right to inherit here."

By the time Sirius squeezed here, it had retreated to the top of the stairs.

"You said it!"

Sirius swung his wand, and a white light shot out from the tip of the wand in his hand, hitting Kreacher's feet.

"Madame will be sad!"

It screamed, followed by the snap of its fingers when it appeared, and disappeared.

The last place it had ever been was now just a cloud of floating white dust.

"Don't be afraid, baby."

As angry as Mrs. Weasley's expression was just now, she is pressing my head to comfort me now.

"..."

I quickly turned my head away when she raised her hand again.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, it's just so startled." Sirius sincerely apologized to me.

"But it wasn't malicious."

Hermione quickly answered, she was nervously defending Kreacher, as if she was afraid that Sirius would teach him a lesson because of me.

After realizing that everyone's eyes were on her, she nervously rubbed the folds of her clothes with her hands.

Ron tugged at her too.

Sirius seemed to have gotten used to Hermione's overly kind attitude towards the house elves, so he didn't respond, but looked at me and smiled.

I sized Sirius up.

He's wearing a blue and gray vertically striped suit, which isn't out of place, although the fit looks ridiculous.

But his blue choice is teal.

This is beyond words.

Although the beard is not shaved, it can be seen that he has taken care of it seriously.

Black curly hair shoulder length.

But even under such a funny dress, he still couldn't hide his heroic face.

I wonder how handsome Sirius was when he was young.

"fine."

I shook my head, wrinkled my nose and tried to get up from Mrs Weasley's arms.

Still, Sirius is better than when I first saw him.

I recall the first time I met Harry's godfather in third grade.

At that time, he had just escaped from Azkaban (the place where criminals were held in the wizarding world), and it seemed that he was not as clean as Kreacher just now.

His hair was knotted and split, stuck together by all kinds of unknown filth. It wasn't that he didn't want to wash his face and hands, but he didn't wash them on purpose.

According to Harry and the others, when he said goodbye to Sirius, Sirius gave everyone a hug.

Then, when the trio returned to the dormitory, fleas were found on each of them.

"Let's go, let's eat first."

Mr. Weasley clapped his hands, and it was clear from the sound that he wanted to liven up the atmosphere deliberately.

"Where did we just talk about, oh yes, we were talking about Harry's DA, right?"

"Let's go, Ginny." Mrs. Weasley and I helped each other up, "Go to dinner first, and talk about other things later."

I nodded, and as I stood up, I glanced at the expressions of the others.

They were all looking at me, but they all tacitly avoided the moment they caught my sight.

Except for Tonks, she has been standing by Kreacher since I entered the door and 'examined' me with the eyes of a prisoner.

As I said before, I've always been sensitive to sight.

So when I saw her eyeballs roll for a moment, I raised my throat with the heart that I hadn't let go.

Her lips, which were painted with purple lip gloss, were slightly parted, and her tone was as uncomfortable as her gaze.

"Wait," she stopped everyone, "Kreacher can't just write off what he said. Although he is easily emotional, he has always looked down on Muggle-born wizards."

"Gin Nicole is fine."

She kept staring at me when she said this, and I forcibly suppressed my frown.

But my fingers couldn't help tapping the back of my hand, which is what I often do when I'm irritable.

"Then you mean that I am indeed an evil bad wizard as it says?!"

The cry came as soon as I said it, my voice was mixed with disbelief, and I took this opportunity to cover my mouth with my uncontrollable hand.

"How can you say that."

To divert attention, try.

"No, no, no, I didn't say that," Tonks was startled again by the speed at which my face changed, and she waved her hands again and again, "What Kreacher said is that Ginny smells like a dark wizard, and has dark wizard things on her. "

Diversion, failure.

Although she is careless, she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix after all, so she is quite careful.

"That's right...it said so." Sirius, who had already turned around to leave, suddenly turned around at this moment, with a somewhat pondering tone, "It shouldn't have said that for no reason."

Everyone's attention was turned back to me again.

Tonks was even more ready to approach me and stretched out his hand into my arms.

Not bad, very sharp.

but……

It's a pity, little girl.

I threw the things I had prepared in my arms towards her, mercilessly, and without regard for her face.

It hit her directly in the face.

"This is what you said, something with the breath of black magic."

The tears that were brewing before have all flowed clean, no matter how hard I try at this moment, I can only make my eye sockets turn red.

I did not restrain my strength, the greater the strength, the more I could express my anger at the moment.

So even though I wasn't angry because of Tonks, in order to hide it, I smacked Tonks' face red.

Use Draco's leather gloves.

Tonks covered her face, blood flowed from her fingers, and I seemed to have hit her with a nosebleed.

A trace of guilt rose in my heart.

Her gaze at me also changed from staring to staring.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley slapped me on the back hard, "How could you be so rude."

"I just said that it is definitely not a good thing for her to associate with that brat from the Malfoy family. How could Ginny do this before."

Arthur Weasley was very angry at my sudden behavior. This was the first time he had attacked me indirectly.

It seemed to be a long-established logical habit, and in the end he blamed Ron again.

"You even said that he is very good to your sister, and he has led your sister to such a bad state! Is this very good?!"

He slapped Ron on the back hard, the same way Mrs. Weasley used to teach the children, but more forcefully than Mrs. Weasley.

Ron staggered a few steps forward when he patted him, tripped over George again, and knelt directly on the ground.

"yeah."

George and Fred secretly high fived, and Harry quickly helped Ron up.

"Don't you just don't want me to be with Draco? Is it necessary to come up with so many reasons?!"

I acted like a teenage girl in love.

"Now, even his gloves should be said to be something that only dark wizards have?"

The glove came off when I knelt down and cried bitterly, and took it with the handbag.

Since the weather turned cold, Draco would wear that glove when he taught me magic, so it's only natural that it smells of dark magic on it.

Sirius picked up the glove and sniffed it under his nose, then turned to Mr. Weasley.

"Yes, this does smell of dark magic and..."

He turned the glove over and pointed to a green pattern on it to confirm.

"This is the symbol of the Malfoy family, and Sissy has it too."

Sissy was referring to Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother.

It seems that she is the only Black family with a decent relationship with Sirius, and now, the only one alive.

"Sorry, Ginny."

After Mrs. Weasley slapped me, she went to check on Tonks' injuries, her tone was very serious.

[sorry]

I looked at Tonks' swollen nose and apologized inwardly.

But I can't really apologize.

"No!" I raised my head stubbornly, "Draco is really a good person, why do you have prejudice against him, his father is not a good thing, it doesn't mean that he is not a good person either."

The scene of Lucius embarrassing me in the office came to mind.

"Besides, he has already gone to Hogwarts to insult me ​​in front of the other professors. If Draco hadn't stood up for me, do you know how embarrassing I was? Also, why would you embarrass me when I got home? I."

In fact, no one mentioned Draco at all, and I'm sure the Weasleys didn't even know how to tell me about it.

But in order to disturb the line of sight, I spoke first and mentioned this matter.

"You guys might as well treat me better than Draco."

Sorry, Draco.

I apologized to him in a low voice.

It's just that the diary is not yet exposed, and I always have a special feeling.

The diary that was torn apart by me with only one page left has a great meaning to me.

But this feeling came out of nowhere this semester.

baffling.

[Maybe we've met. ]

That's what Riddle told me last night, and I haven't been able to figure it out yet.

"Enough!" Mr. Weasley suddenly raised his voice, which startled me, who was performing.

He glared at me, looking rather angry.

He was almost never mad at me growing up.

Could it be that he is going to be angry with me in front of so many people today?

I watched as Mr. Weasley squeezed through everyone to come to me with his fat belly fed by Mrs. Weasley, and held out his hand to me.

I thought he was going to hit me.

Even Mrs. Weasley stood in front of me and said in surprise, "Arthur...?"

"How dare he..."

I closed my eyes so nervous that I didn't dare to look, but I actually heard Mr. Weasley's voice trembling with anger, and the warm palm on my shoulder.

"He dared to despise my daughter. Where did he come from? My daughter is a hundred times better than his son."

"I don't agree! Even if that kid kneels and begs me, I won't agree!!"