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

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Had Mr. Weasley misunderstood something?

"Dad, it's not Draco, he didn't dislike me." I opened my eyes and quickly explained to Draco, "He even swept his father's face for me."

"I'm just talking about old Malfoy," Arthur Weasley lowered his head, his chin changed from a double layer to a triple layer, "If he dares to despise you, his son will never want to be with you, let alone... "

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly.

Her voice was very loud and urgent, as if it came out suddenly.

Why interrupt him?Obviously Arthur still had something to say later, and what he said was still about Draco.

Why the rush to stop.

What Mr. Weasley said after that was something she didn't want me to know.

"What, what's wrong?"

After being yelled at by her, Mr. Weasley stopped talking, looking hesitant to speak.

I quickly grabbed Mrs. Weasley's hand and asked.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't look at me, but held my hand, patted my shoulder, and told me.

"Let's go, it's time to eat. We've been standing at the door since you've been back for so long."

She made eye contact with Mr. Weasley as she spoke.

"Yes, eat, eat first." Sirius was the first to react, he pulled Tonks away, lowered his head and talked to her, "You haven't eaten since you went out to pick up Ginny, come on, today Jasmine made a lot of things you like Food, and the strawberry pudding you asked for."

I knew he was actually talking to me too.

"Yes, Ginny, come and eat something delicious."

"You don't even know, you didn't go home during the summer vacation, and mom didn't cook us something delicious."

"I feel like my mother is not willing to cook without you. This meal is the most serious meal I have seen my mother make in the past two years."

George and Fred sang along, and they were the best at jazzing things up.

"I'm so hungry." Even Ron was deliberately cooperating with them, "Ginny, come here quickly, because we didn't even have time to eat because we were waiting for you."

Too blind, okay, you guys were toasting when I opened the door.

Almost everyone in the Weasley family was trying to liven up the atmosphere and change the subject, except Arthur.

He was defeated in the game of eyes with Mrs. Weasley. Under Mrs. Weasley's signal, he stopped talking, flicked his sleeves angrily, and walked back to the dining table in silence.

Sit down heavily.

They look so weird, they are jointly hiding something from me, it has to do with Draco, and it's also about feelings.

Both Harry and Hermione acted like they didn't know how to talk, but didn't want to act like the rest of the Weasleys did.

It was obviously me who performed a wave just now, and I was trying my best to conceal the existence of their diary, but why did the situation become like this after 2 minutes?

When Draco is mentioned, everyone consciously joins together and matures me together.

The feeling that everyone is a wolf except me is really terrible.

[Ginny, I promise, I can give you an account of this matter when you come back from vacation. ]

An hour ago, Draco just said such words, and the words that were originally used to soothe my heart were recalled at this moment, which actually accelerated my panic.

The skills that Hannibal and Sherlock gave me may have stronger positive abilities, but at this time I really experienced its negative abilities.

Draco's words changed flavors in my mind.

——Why did he hide it from me for so many days, avoid me so many times about this topic, and suddenly bring it up today.

——Why did he give me such an 'explain' to me today, before I was going to meet my parents?

—he is worried.

Worried that what Arthur was about to say just now would interfere with my feelings for him.

That's all I think about Draco's words now.

all conclusions drawn.

The previous touch has almost disappeared, and the rest is just suspicion.

Unless they can tell me right away what Arthur is going to say.

"Ginny, let's go."

Mrs. Weasley gave me a couple of tugs, but failed to do so.

But they won't tell me.

Many times of training and self-protection awareness made me have to think this way.

"I'm not in a good mood, and I'm not particularly hungry." I broke free from her hand and walked towards the stairs, "I want to go back to the house for a while, right!"

I stopped on the stairs and asked Mrs. Weasley in a depressed mood.

"Where do I live, we should live here tonight, right? Back to the Burrow?"

I live on the second floor with Hermione, I know, I read about it in the book.

And also knowing that I'll be spending the whole of Christmas at Black's mansion and never going back to the Burrow.

But even in this situation, I haven't lost sight of my normal responses.

"Yes, on the second floor, you live with Hermione."

really.

Mrs. Weasley looked at me with pity. She seemed to be very worried about my state at the moment. It seemed that my performance just now was real but too hard.

"Haney, eat something before you go to bed." She insisted on this, which reminded me of what she would say every time I wanted to lose weight, "If you really don't want to eat, drink another glass of milk."

"Molly!" Mr. Weasley continued after a long silence after calling her name.

"Let her rest."

"Yes," Tonks' voice sounded annoyed and teasing, "'Little White Rabbit' is apparating again, and shaking her gloves so vigorously, I'm afraid she's exhausted."

The word 'Little White Rabbit' was pronounced emphatically by her, and her voice sounded a bit vague, with some chewing sounds.

She seems to have started eating.

I leaned absently against the railing, waiting for Mrs Weasley to let me go.

"Drink a glass of milk."

Her concessions just stop there.

"Sorry, I can't drink anything."

My interest in Draco had faded, and the diary in my hand didn't allow me to take any chances.

Although they were fooled by Draco's gloves for a while, who knows if I will detect the breath of black magic after I approach them.

After all, when eating, most people's minds are idle.

I turned around and walked upstairs. On the wall next to me, every ten centimeters, a portrait would be hung.

But the portraits are all covered with dirty gray rectangular cloth, it is said that this is to prevent the characters in the portraits from being aware of the light and scenery outside.

I took my steps lightly.

It is said that once the characters in the portrait are woken up, they will scream and curse, which can force you to use a curse to tear the canvas apart.

"Ginny."

Mrs Weasley was still calling me from behind.

There was a commotion in the portraits behind the canvas, and I hastened to the room, closing the door before the portraits began to yell.

Also shut Hermione's voice out of the door.

"Mrs. Weasley, let me go and see Ginny."

……

As soon as I walked in, I noticed the difference here.

There are no windows in the house, but the smell is fresher than the corridor, as if there is an invisible vent somewhere that I can't see.

There is a strong secrecy here, and people who don't know this place can't even see it.

Maybe there are no windows, but also in order not to expose the location.

I locked the door and took out everything in the handbag, including the diary, and put them on the bedside table.

I left the handbag in the closet.

I took off my coat and put on the pajamas they had put on my bed.

Draco's glove was stuffed back into my pocket by Mrs Weasley.

I shrank into the quilt and spread the diary in my arms.

The light in the house is provided by magic, and its switch and size can be controlled with verbal instructions.

[Pretty good. ]

This diary was torn by me and there was only one page left. Its outer skin is thick black wood, but there is only one page in the middle, and it looks empty when it is closed.

After opening it, I found that this sentence without beginning and end appeared on the only remaining page.

[what? ]

I reply him.

[This is when you wrote it, I just saw it. ]

[just. ]

[Just as you put my diary on your lap. ]

He added a sentence.

[What do you mean by 'exciting'? ]

I always felt that something was wrong. After I wrote the question mark, I waited for his reply on the other side of the diary.

[Let’s talk later, you have friends coming. ]

I bit my lower lip: "What?"

Before his ink was dry, or in other words, he had just written this sentence, and before the last letter appeared on the paper, there was a knock on the door.

"Ginny?"

After the doorknob was twisted twice, Hermione called my name.

"Here," I stuffed the diary under the quilt and jumped out of bed, "I was just changing my clothes."

After opening the door, Hermione held up the tray with both hands.

On the tray are milk and biscuits.

Those were Mrs. Weasley's own special biscuits, just like the ones I made for Sherlock.

She winked at me, admiringly.

[Good day, Mr. Holmes. ]

I actually saw myself through Hermione.

"You look better, Ginny."

Hermione walked in, and she took the same spot as I did, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Because it was the only cabinet in the house.

"Well, I've calmed down."

"That's good."

She crossed her fingers and put them in front of her, looking a little embarrassed.

"Hermione, what do you want to say to me?"

I walked over, picked up a biscuit, and sat on the bed without taking my eyes off her the entire time.

"Hmm..." She picked up the homework I put on the bedside table, "I didn't expect you to take out the ink without changing your clothes. Do you have a lot of homework for the fourth grade?"

She looked around the room trying to find a topic, and I didn't miss her move to focus on the homework in the end.

"Well, not too much."

I put the biscuit I took a bite out of back on the tray, and clapped my hands to swipe the crumbs off my fingers.

"Then I'll go first, they're still gathering below, I'm just here to deliver food to you."

"No, I know you have something to say to me."

I grab her wrist.

"It's about what my dad didn't finish, right?"

"Ginny, I...well...I don't know how to tell you," she looked very embarrassed, "You just calmed down now, and I'm afraid it will make you feel bad again."

"Go ahead."

I didn't let go of her hand, picked up the milk with the other hand, and put it to my mouth.

"Drinking milk can help calm the mood, and, I know it must have something to do with Draco, right?"

I bite on the rim of the glass.

"Does it have something to do with the fiancee? It's not that I don't know anything, so tell me."

My voice is getting smaller and smaller.

"........."

"Ok."

She seemed to have struggled a lot, and it seemed to her that these words were very difficult to say.

I was also a little nervous being led by her. In fact, I seemed to have known the worst outcome, but I couldn't help biting the glass with my teeth.

"Malfoy, I mean, Draco Malfoy."

She looked at me, she looked into my eyes.

She was watching my movements, my reactions.

"He's engaged."

"what!"

I covered my mouth, accidentally too hard, it hurt so much, my front teeth hurt more than biting an ice cube.

"Actually, we just found out about their engagement."

I knew it a long time ago, but after being confirmed by others, it was inevitable.

"It seems that they got engaged during the summer vacation, but the Daily Prophet didn't report on it. Obviously, other families whose status is not as high as the Malfoy's will be reported in the newspaper after their engagement."

So what's the point of not publishing it, saying it to boost my confidence in him?

"Don't be too sad, really, I can see that he likes you."

I can see it too, he likes me, who can't see it?

But this kind of thing is really disgusting.

Like swallowing a fly.

"Besides, Slytherin and Gryffindor are in the same class. From now on, I can guarantee that he will stay with you in his spare time."

But after the access control, he could only stay in the Slytherin lounge.

Pansy also happens to be a member of Slytherin.

No matter what reasons Hermione gave me to comfort me, I could always find a counterargument.

Later, Hermione talked more and more, and I refuted more and more in my heart.

Originally, I let myself not care about this matter, after all he said that he would give me an explanation after Christmas.

Although I have doubts about the timing of his confession.

But the number of rebuttals has increased, and even I am about to be shaken by the fact that he likes me.

So I had to ask Hermione out temporarily.

"I'm fine, I just want to be alone."

That's the only thing I've said since Hermione said Draco was engaged.

"Okay, then you rest for a while, I'll go down and help clean up the house."

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if liberated.

Although I am still worried about me, it is indeed the best choice for me to be alone.

Not only can she not help me here, but she will also embarrass each other.

But I do need some quiet time, and some serious thinking about me and Draco.

the affection between us.

What happened tonight made me realize an important thing.

It seems that although I was in love with Draco before, I was serious and devoted to falling in love with him.

But I didn't think about each other's future.

It seems that our relationship is still a little unreal to me.

Faced with such a thing as a "fiancée", I chose to accept my fate the first time, and I chose to escape the second time.

Maybe at first I thought it was Draco's evasive attitude that made me afraid to face the truth, so I ignored Pansy's existence.

If he avoids, I let him avoid.

If he escapes, I escape faster than him.

But tonight, after being pointed out by others, it was inevitable that I discovered something was wrong.

My reaction to all this was not because of Draco, but because of myself.

It's not because he escaped first that caused my attitude, but I have actually been interacting with him with this attitude all the time.

avoid?

There are too many topics that men avoid women, but if a woman really wants to know, she will definitely ask, whether it is chattering endlessly or trying to do everything possible, she will never give up until she achieves her goal.

But am I not going to ask because I am afraid?

Afraid of getting the answer that we will not be together in the future?

No, not so.

It's that I have already defined in my heart that we have no future and are just dating.

Not asking is not because of fear, but because I feel that it should be so.

That's why I easily gave up in the face of Greengrass' childlike methods after I was clearly aware of his favor.

No wonder I put Draco's favorability in Mr. Weasley's heart lower than the safety of the diary just now.

Because I don't believe we have a future at all.

No wonder I never imagined the future with him, and didn't lay the groundwork for the future of the two of them.

……

No wonder, I only fantasized about the future before confirming the relationship with him.

This perception frustrates me.

Distrust and guilt are intertwined in my heart. If I were a computer, I am afraid that my current state can be described as a crash.

"Oh..." I slammed my head forward and fell into the quilt.

It happened to hit the hard cover of the diary.

I rubbed my head, took out the diary, and turned the pages.

Sure enough, Riddle continued to write in the diary.

[It's so sad, I showed off to me a few days ago, but today my boyfriend has become someone else's fiance. ]

……

? ?

How did he know?

I suddenly realized that I thought something was wrong with him just now.

How did he know I kept the diary on my lap?

How did he know Hermione was coming?

In the end, how did he know that Draco had become someone else's fiancé?

[Can you hear our conversation just now? ]

He didn't answer my question.

[Oh, by the way, your acting skills were good just now, I was praising you. ]

I read this sentence twice before I realized that he was answering the questions I had about him before Hermione came.

……

This is another major discovery.

——The Dark Lord's diary can already perceive everything around him.

His senses were even sharper than mine, and he could sense Hermione's movements.

My fingers tightening the pen, I think I need to give it to Arthur and the others.

Or directly to Dumbledore.

[I want to write a letter to my boyfriend. ]

Since he can perceive so much, he is almost regarded as an independent individual, so it is not suitable for me to hesitate too long in front of it.

I need to find a suitable reason.

[Oh, go ahead and write, to someone else's fiancé. ]

Even through the paper, I can feel his ridicule. The power of words can really penetrate people's hearts.

I felt like a sword was stuck in my chest.

He teased me unscrupulously at this time, very much like the teasing I had made with him back then.

Riddle's words of ridicule towards me disappeared after I read them, and a new line of words emerged instead.

[Also, I realized that I seem to have seen you before after I became aware of all this recently. ]

This is the second time, and this is the second time he has mentioned to me that he seems to have seen me before.

I think this must be a very crucial thing. In fact, every sentence has its meaning, and every sentence should not be ignored.

The ink on the tip of my nose was a little dry, but I didn't have time to dip the ink, so I hurriedly wrote some broken questions on the paper.

[What's the meaning? ]

The reply over there was faster than mine, and it seemed that he had already prepared the answer.

[Don't tell you. ]