HP+ first love is no small matter

Narcissa was waiting for her at the door of the bathroom, and the girl pushed open the door and came out, her blond hair was tangled, and her eyes were getting redder.

Narcissa didn't let her go in with her clothes, and deliberately splashed her clothes wet when she helped her drain the water.

She was in a trance at the time and didn't think much about it, so now she was only wrapped in a bath towel, her shoulders and arms were bare, and her wet hair was draped in front of Narcissa, "I'm done washing."

Narcissa said gently, "It's so quick to wash, I haven't thought of what to wear for you, why don't you take a bath? Don't you like lavender-flavored body wash?"

But the eyes subconsciously wandered around all the girl's exposed skin, the thin shoulders, slender neck, flexible arms, the sapphire blue shoulder straps on the shoulders and the huge emerald on the chest set off the skin like milk White and tender.

She breathed a sigh of relief, except for the red marks on her arms, the girl seemed to be fine.

That's nothing, her skin is delicate, and a little force will leave marks.

She took her hand, pressed her in front of her dressing table, smoothed her wet hair gently with her fingers, and combed it in small bundles. The girl in the mirror still had red eyes , she just continued to cry in dismay, and all the tears fell on her chest, and fell into the chest wrapped in the bath towel.

Narcissa sighed, bent down, and put it close to her ear, "Don't be afraid."

"My brother is dying," she said.The tears fell even harder, "My brother is dying."

Narcissa had no choice but to wrap her arms around her.

"Is there no way to keep him from dying?" she asked Narcissa. "Aunt," her voice trembling, "is there no way?"

"No one will stay with you forever." Narcissa said, "You can only cherish every minute you are with them."

She glanced at the girl's chest to make sure there was no mark on it, and said, "When my father died, I was also sad. I was his youngest daughter and the one he loved the most. Losing him hurts me so much." Hell, the only thing that comforted me was when Draco was in his second year and he lived to see his only grandson go to Slytherin."

"How many brothers and sisters do you have?" the girl asked her, "I only have one brother."

"Two," Narcissa said softly, "only one betrayed us, and I haven't seen her in a long time." She said, "I usually don't tell my other sister that I miss her so much, my older sister is annoying My second sister's husband, she picked a mudblood, trust me, there's nothing more disgusting than a mudblood."

"My brother is going to die." The girl repeated, "but your sister, even if you haven't seen her for a long time, at least she's still alive."

"Yes," Narcissa said softly, "my elder sister would rather she be dead, but I think it's good for me that she lives, I'm the youngest child in the family, I like my sister, you know if you have a sister , then you can always act like a child."

"That black-haired woman," Vera said, "I think she looks a bit like you, the one on the forehead, and you're both beautiful..."

"That's my big sister," said Narcissa, "she..." She paused for a moment, "she's just a little bit crazy, for our master, she..." She thought for a while, and the girl waited for her Answered, so she said, "I'll tell you later."

"You love her, don't you? You love your other sister too, don't you?" The girl put her hand on her arm, "Just like I love my brother, even if she doesn't stand with you, even if they It's kind of crazy in a way, and you love them too."

"We both know you love him," Narcissa said softly, "maybe the Dark Lord can help you," she stood up, "son, let me dress you up, you should go downstairs to him, he will like you like that..."

"Because I'm his daughter?" the girl asked back.

Narcissa paused for a moment.

In the end, she didn't answer, but went to her cloakroom, trying to pick out two suitable outfits for her.

She stood up, "Tell me," she looked at Narcissa, "who is my father?"

"Only your mother knows," Narcissa said. "Did your mother never mention him?"

"No," she said, "never."

"If your mother doesn't know," Narcissa tried to lower her voice, "then I won't know..."

"Woo..." The girl covered her mouth and let out a sob from her throat.

Narcissa couldn't bear to look at it again, turned her head cruelly, and took out a dress from many years ago from the cabinet.

The girl is petite and slender, and most of her clothes will make her look bigger, only dresses will suit her.

She was also wearing a dress before.

However, that skirt was too short, too revealing, and too unsafe for her now.

She shook off the silver-blue silk long-sleeved dress in her hands. This dress was very old, and it was the dress she wore when she was just married.

But because of the age, the material is soft and ripe, so it should be very suitable for her delicate skin, and it can just block those suspicious red marks on her arms-this child's skin is delicate, and there will be marks when touched, it is not Draco who did it to her what.

She thought, and walked over to help the girl take off the bath towel. She was wearing a full set of sapphire blue underwear, and there was even a silver iris-shaped silver piece hanging from her chest for decoration.

A complete set of underwear, silk skirts, skin care products, and hair and nails are properly trimmed.

Christie seems to have had a good time over the years and the baby is well looked after.

Although she obviously needs to be disciplined in dressing, she thought, what's the point of such a short skirt?

However, although the child was taken care of very carefully - well-spoken and well-nourished.He was gentle and polite when he spoke, even she had to admit that this kid was much better than Draco.The teeth are white and neat, the hair and nails are healthy and smooth, and the skin is as soft and delicate as if it would glow.

But he was a bit too thin - the chest was almost like a little boy, only slightly protruding, the collarbone was deep, and the whole person was thinner than Draco who had grown rapidly at the age of 14.

She is still small, very small.

Narcissa shook off her old long-sleeved dress, which should have hung just below her knees and had fallen to the girl's calf—the girl was a few inches shorter than her so the dress looked longer in hers.

Narcissa helped the girl zip up and found that her skirt looked empty to the girl.

She is still so small.

"Come on," she said softly, "you haven't put something on your face after taking a shower, use some of mine." She unscrewed a bottle of toner and opened a box of cold cream, "Although it's not good for you young It might not be suitable for a girl, but your mother should have taught you to never forget to wipe things off, right?"

As she spoke, she picked up the towel and gently wiped her long hair.

The girl nodded, poured a little water into her palm and patted her face, took a small piece of tissue paper and stuck a little cold cream on it, carefully patted her whole face in front of the mirror, and finally put the tissue paper on the corner of her eyes. After pressing it, she said, "Your skin care products smell good, Auntie."

"Rose," she said, "my husband likes it."

"Did you buy it because he liked it?" the girl asked her.

"Yes," she couldn't help showing a little smile, "I want him to be happier..."

"Do you love him?" The girl looked at her in the mirror and suddenly laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you must love him very much, don't you?"

She looked happier, which is what girls are all about, getting all the attention from make-up and pretty gadgets.

Narcissa couldn't help but smile a little poked into her heart, "I started dating him when we were in school." She was a little girlish and shy, "He's a senior from my class."

"That's great," the girl said softly, "You must have been together for a long time."

"It's been a long time," said Narcissa, "I was 15 years old, about your age," she smiled, "he was always good, he was a Slytherin prefect, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts Class is always the best one. Do you know Hogwarts?"

The girl shook her head, but said, "School?"

"It's a school of magic," Narcissa said softly, but then added, "But not all wizards go to a school of magic." She suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said after all. "School is not interesting."

The girl didn't pursue it, just said, "How is his relationship with my mother? I'm sorry," she turned her head to look at Narcissa, "I don't mean anything else," her green eyes were steamy, and the tears would not fall , "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I have an uncle until today..."

"It's okay," Narcissa said, "it's okay, I know you want to know a little more." She gently reached out her hand to help the girl wipe away her tears but took it back—this child has no tears, she only has some scary diamonds , that made her look less like a living person than a magically created humanoid object.

Narcissa said, "He is five years older than your mother, and he loves your mother very much. He was very sad that your mother was not in the same college as him. Their parents died one after another before your mother graduated from Hogwarts. Passed away, he carried it alone and had to take care of your mother." She said softly, "When your mother disappeared, his whole body collapsed..."

He seemed to love that little sister as one of his own daughters.

Narcissa gently stroked her face with her fingertips, "He will be very happy if he sees you."

"You called me Madam when you first met me," she looked at Narcissa, "Who is Madam?"

"Your grandmother, your mother's mother," Narcissa said softly, "you look exactly like Madam, I knew you were your mother's daughter at first sight."

And the black pearl stud on her ear.

Her hair was wiped very dry, but it was slightly wet hanging on both sides of her cheeks, and her skin was as smooth and greasy as pudding, showing a creamy texture under the light.

beautiful.

Very beautiful.

But such a beautiful child...

Her beauty cannot be simply judged as a good thing or a bad thing for her.

But Narcissa relented, and she said, "Come on, child, follow me, and we'll go down to the Dark Lord."

The child was beautiful and weak, but Narcissa had a child of her own.

Between other people's children and her own, she couldn't restrain her desire to protect her own child at all costs.

The author has something to say:

Again, in fact, Lucius' father died when he was still in school (it should be when he was fifteen or sixteen, not 20 in my second setting), so I always feel that Lucius's father died when he was still in school. Sha is true love and very attached, and I think his father should be considered a late-life son, otherwise Slughorn would not have said, "Dragon plague syphilis at such an old age." (It is actually not syphilis but a kind of scabies, only young It is a kind of scabies that only people get. It should not be a matter of style.) So I think Abu should be at least 50 years old at that time, and then I calculated that Abu should be 40 years old before he had a son.

Then think about it, your mother died when you were very young, and your father died when you were young. Will your girlfriend be your spiritual pillar for the rest of your life?So even if Lucius doesn't love Narcissa, at least he has a kind of affection for her.

However, ten years ago, I was a steadfast Abuhei. Why, because of the translation problem, I made a life style problem for others.

At that time, I firmly believed that any problem in the relationship between the sexes was a problem of character.So the darkest person in Miss Malfoy is actually Lucius' father.So translation is really important.

My English level is not very good, but sometimes I feel that some sentences are more interesting in English, and I can say some puns in English, and then I am a little worried that people will not see the puns and then translate them into Chinese. Of course, if you don’t like it It can be said that I can change.

Although this article is said to push the progress of the article based on the vision and choices of the male protagonist Draco, some things are not under Draco's control. He can change certain plots, but generally the things that must happen will not change of.It's like you can choose not to eat breakfast, but the vendors selling breakfast will still appear on your way to school and work.

Therefore, there are fixed chapters in this article.