HP+ first love is no small matter

He felt a tightness in his chest, so he went out of the house.

He didn't want to think about what Aunt Bella and the Dark Lord were going to do, because it wasn't pleasant at all.

He kept walking, walking out of the brightly lit house, wanting to walk into the silent yard.

There are no bugs in the house, and my mother hates bugs the most, so there are no bugs in the house, so there is no sound.

It's just eerily quiet all around, allowing you to hear your own breathing.

He walked over to what should have been her room.

The bush of roses was still growing silently like before, and she was probably still in the house.

He thought that his mother might be thinking about how to coax her to eat, so he couldn't help smiling. Only dad can coax her to eat, just like Miss Noir is only willing to let him and dad feed.

I don't know if she looks like a cat, or if the annoying lady looks like her.

He thought, the peacocks had already gone to sleep, and the surroundings were silent. He found himself far away from the main house, and the moonlight shrouded him like a silver mist. It was a pleasure to go out for a walk on a midsummer night trance.

However, this trance didn't last long, and he looked towards the sky.

The sky was clear without clouds, and the moon was so bright that the stars could hardly be seen.

It was as if the great joy of seeing her again masked some of the weirdness, but when you settled down to discern it, you knew they were still where they were supposed to be, like the stars.

Too many things happened today. In the morning, he was still playing with the annoying lady. Before he had to go to work, he rubbed her stomach well. She was pestering him so delicately that he would not let him go. For this reason, he was willing to expose his white and soft belly for him to rub, but going to work was very important after all, so he squatted in front of the fireplace and promised a cat that he would go back early.

Then...then?

Then he stood in the robe shop with a terrible headache, facing an angry Potter, who had just passed his fifteenth birthday.

And then she appeared in front of him alive again, fresh and alive, without knowing him at all.

The Dark Lord saw her not at Knockturn Alley, but at his house.

The Dark Lord didn't find her himself, but he sent her there.

This has changed a lot. For example, when the Dark Lord saw her for the first time, he was no longer happy, but angry. Strange, why angry?

But this is not important.

Dad is coming back from Azkaban tomorrow, and the Dark Lord forced him to suspend the mission he was ordered to come back early.

Why?What made the Dark Lord urge his father to come back early?

Was it no longer important for the Dark Lord to sell Malfoy's estate to obtain funds?

But he wouldn't forget, the last time the Dark Lord almost killed Dad.

She stopped the Dark Lord, and he used that incident to force out her brother's name.

But this time the Dark Lord already knew her brother's name...

Her performance last time and her performance this time...

obedience……

Yes, she was submissive and obedient this time!

I told her that the Dark Lord might be able to save Regulus, I told her that the Dark Lord was her last hope but she didn't know this last time!So last time it was the Dark Lord who wanted to keep her by his side in the first place, and this time she wanted to stay by his side from the start!

She lost the initiative...

The Dark Lord didn't seduce her, he didn't seduce her, because he did all that instead of the Dark Lord...

He didn't know whether he was doing the right thing or not.

But none of that matters... Dad is coming back from Azkaban tomorrow...

If the Dark Lord wanted to torture Dad this time, what would they do?

He felt like his head was starting to hurt again, he was 20 years old, he was no longer 15 but 20 years old, why did he still feel like he couldn't think of anything?Why do I still feel powerless?

No, he gritted his teeth and shook his head, no.

I am 20 years old.He said in his heart, I'm not a child anymore, I can't always rely on her to protect me.

I want to protect her.

But what should he do?

He shook his head, only feeling a mess.

They were right, he was a spoiled young master, working for the Ministry of Magic only in name only, relying on piles of Galleons donated by his family.

He can't do anything.

Self-loathing and fear came flooding back, as he had always done since her death.

At the very beginning, he didn't want to do anything because of self-loathing. He didn't want to eat, talk, drink or exist.

He felt that he was not loved by her because he was too useless.

He felt that he was hated by her because he was too unbearable.

he thinks……

No, he shook his head, I can't think like that...

He took a deep breath, I have another chance, he thought, I have another chance, I know what I probably lacked last time, this time I am not lacking, this time I will make up for it.

He took a deep breath here, and the restaurant was another scene.

"Drink more or less," Narcissa looked at the girl opposite and said softly, "I think you don't like pumpkin like your mother, but what about borscht? Tomatoes, potatoes, and celery shouldn't be so difficult to accept, yes no?"

She scooped up two spoonfuls and ate it meaningfully, then put down the spoon again, "Auntie," she said weakly like a kitten, "I can't eat any more," she looked at Narcissa, "I'm not hungry at all .”

"It's like this when you eat after a while," Narcissa said softly, "Eat on time, you'll get fat if you eat too late." But she looked at the girl again, "But you're too thin, it's better to be a little fatter."

Narcissa said, "How about two bites of bread?"

The girl tore a piece of bread the size of her little finger and soaked it in the soup, lifted the spoon and put it into her mouth, chewed it blandly for a while, and said, "There is something blocked in my stomach. "

She said, "Reculus, the man with the same name as my brother, is he my father? Why do you all say he is dead?"

"It's a complicated thing," said Narcissa, asking her suddenly, "Can you talk to a snake?"

"Why do you ask that?" Vera put the spoon on the plate, her movements were very graceful, without making a sound. "Can you talk to snakes?"

"No," Narcissa said, "That's a talent, a very powerful talent, only a few people can do it..." She wanted to stop but the girl held her hand, "So that person just now, that person who looked Not very gentle... The man who seems to be very powerful, he can talk to snakes, can't he? I think he gets along very well with his own snakes."

"Yes." Narcissa said, "He is a great figure, the Dark Lord, and he will lead us into a new future."

She held the girl's hand back worryingly, "You won't?" She was a little frightened, "It would be fine if you could..."

"If I can, then I'm his daughter," the girl said softly, "and if I don't, I'm the woman he wants and another man's child, isn't it?"

Narcissa was silent for a while.

And the girl continued, "Regulus Black, he has the same name as my brother, and many people will use their father's name, that is to say, he is probably our father?"

"I don't know," said Narcissa, "the tapestry in the family says he is dead, 16 years ago. Aunt Walburga is heartbroken, her beloved little son is her only hope, but the tapestry Says he's dead."

"Auntie?" The girl looked at her, "Are you related to him?"

"Yes." Narcissa said, "He is my cousin, six years younger than me."

"You could be my aunt, Dad's aunt," the girl said softly, "I hope you are my aunt, I like you."

"I like you too," Narcissa couldn't help showing a little smile, "How about some more soup?"

She obediently drank two more spoonfuls of soup, and said softly, "You said he is the youngest son in the family, that is to say, does he have brothers and sisters?"

"That's another traitor." Narcissa didn't want to mention Sirius, his name was somewhat taboo.

The girl drank two more spoonfuls of soup, and finally put down the spoon, "Auntie," she continued in a soft voice, "I really can't drink any more."

Narcissa saw that it took her only 10 minutes to drink half a bowl of soup, and finally decided not to force her anymore.

"Then you have dinner early tomorrow morning," she said, "As long as you get to the restaurant, they will be waiting for you here, just tell them what you want to eat."

She stood up to take the girl back to her own room.

The girl nodded, she looked at Narcissa, "Auntie," she said softly, "can I stay with you a little longer?"

"I'm a little bit scared," she said softly. "My brother says I'm a bit childish, and I can't sleep easily when I'm in a strange place."

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were only looking at the half bowl of soup on the table, the polished spoon in the soup vaguely reflected Narcissa's shadow, she watched the other party's distorted and blurred shadow on the soup spoon and said softly ,"I am a little scared."

This is the first time she's seen it all, Narcissa thought, and it's certainly too exciting for a fourteen-year-old girl like her today - a dark lord with no nose and no hair, a werewolf.Day, Draco cried for three whole days when he saw a werewolf for the first time as a child.

"Of course," Narcissa said softly, "you can stay with me for a while."

The author has something to say:

In English, aunt, aunt, and aunt are all one word, but in Chinese, they are clearly distinguished, but I like the ambiguity of English.And Narcissa did wear many hats for the little girl.