HP+ first love is no small matter

"Go down, too, Narcissa," the Dark Lord said to Narcissa, "your husband is coming back soon, and I think you should have something to do before he comes back."

Narcissa didn't dare to resist, but looked at the girl worriedly again, "Yes, master."

She went out after all.

The girl looked at her back, "You look like they're all scared."

"That's because I am their master, miss."

"You shouldn't ask me to treat you like they do, will you?" She looked at him, "You don't correct me, even if I call you Sir instead of MyLord."

"Do you want to call me that?" He looked sideways at her.

"No," she said. "The Queen of England is only a symbolic monarch. I don't think she has substantive rights, so I refuse to believe in any titles."

"You're talking about Muggles," he said softly.

"Muggles?" she asked back. "Muggles mean people who don't have magic? But at the same time I heard the word mudblood from Narcissa. What's the difference between a mudblood and a Muggle? I just think she hates them." Everyone."

"People who are not like us, we have noble blood and they don't," the Dark Lord explained.

"Noble blood?" She looked at him. "Because we have talents that they don't?"

"Magic is the noblest gift in the world," he said. "Muggles just don't understand it, and Mudbloods stole it from somewhere."

"Okay." The girl sighed, "But Narcissa comforted me last night, saying that my blood is absolutely fine and noble enough."

"She said it right." He stared at her. "Your bloodline is almost perfect."

"Perfect?" She looked at him, "Why almost?"

He wasn't going to go on. "That boy, Narcissa's son," he said, "how did you meet him?"

"I apparated and he was the first person I saw when I came back to my senses."

The Dark Lord sneered, "It sounds so good, like a third-rate romance story that little girls like."

"Maybe," she lazily took another sip of porridge, "but my story will always be different. I don't think you'll ever guess who my hero is."

arrogant.

The Dark Lord thought, this utterly defiant arrogance was all too familiar to him.

"Do you like him?" the Dark Lord asked. "It seems you have a good relationship with him."

"I have a surname with him," the girl continued after eating a piece of pineapple, "although I don't know who my father is, but if his father is my mother's brother, then he is somewhat related to me by blood." Yes. And I think you can see he likes me a little bit."

"He deserves it too?" The Dark Lord sneered. "Don't get too close to him, I don't think you are the only suitor."

"He's been kind to me," the girl said, "and I think he's a little like Regulus."

"You mean, he looks like your brother?" The Dark Lord looked at her. "What is it like? Is it his looks or his brain? Miss, don't scare me, I don't think he has anything outstanding."

"Well," she looked at him, "then I don't know, but I think he looks a bit like him."

"Your statement made me a little disappointed in your brother," he said softly, "I thought, I thought your brother should be more presentable than him."

"After all my brother has your blood on him," the girl looked at him, "and you are a great man, they tell me so."

"You didn't come back to your room last night, miss," he said. "You spent the night with Narcissa."

"I don't know anything about this world, and she's worth it." She looked at him, "If you were me, if you wanted to approach a woman, a woman with children, what would be the best way ?”

"I know what you've done," he said softly, "you let her be blinded by your own stupid, excess motherly love."

"I'm a girl, a girl who may have the blood of her family behind her," she said. "That's my advantage, and since I have this advantage, why don't I use it?"

"What do you want to do to me, miss?"

"I can't treat you as I treat her, you mean that, don't you?"

"You're a smart boy," he said softly. "I appreciate your cleverness."

"But am I your child?" she asked in a low voice, "I'm curious."

"You're very clever," he said, "and I think you'll find the answer to all this."

"Do I need to rely on hard work in exchange for your love for me?" She asked him back, "People say that a mother's love is unconditional, but a father's love is conditional. You have to let yourself be recognized by your father to get his love, people Saying that's why a mother is more worthy than a father, but I don't think, my mother doesn't love me."

"That may be because there is something missing in her nature," said the Dark Lord. "As far as I know, she doesn't love her father."

"And does her mother love her?"

The Dark Lord was silent for a while, "I don't think I know the answer to this question, but I can tell you that her mother doesn't love her father."

"So she doesn't love me because she hasn't been loved?" The girl continued to ask.

"You have too many questions." The Dark Lord stopped talking and continued to drink the porridge with his head down. The girl looked at him for a while and then started to drink the porridge as well.

He said, "You don't want to learn my moves?"

When you want to get close to a person, you'd better show the similarities between you and him. It's good if you have the same appearance. If not, you have to work hard on your actions, words and sentences.

"You can see," she continued to drink the porridge gracefully, "and your posture is not very comfortable for me."

He couldn't help but smiled, "Stop playing tricks with me?"

"Not yet, at least," she said softly, "but what about you? I stopped, will you continue?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Nacissa said she would take me to buy clothes later," she asked softly, "Can I go?"

"What's wrong with having a grown woman go shopping with you and pay the bills for you? As long as she's not a man, I'll take it. Besides, you're 14, and I can go by myself when I'm ten. I'm shopping for school stuff." The Dark Lord asked her back, "It's just buying clothes, so can't you do it yourself?"

"That is to say, you are not afraid that I will run away?"

"Where are you going, Miss?" He looked at her with a half-smile, "Do you want to find your mother?"

"That's not true," she said. "I guess it will be a while before she knows I'm gone."

He stared at her, "Is your mother treating you very badly?"

"It's not bad," she said, "it's just that she tries so hard not to talk to me or make eye contact, and I always make her uncomfortable in a room with her. Narcissa says I look like her mother, so I don't think the relationship between her and her own mother should be very happy."

She added, "And my brother is looking worse and worse now, she should be with him in the hospital."

"Really?" He said, lowered his head to drink the porridge, and stopped talking.

And she stood up after she had had enough, "Can I take Draco with me?"

"Go ahead," he said, "but I hope you don't forget one thing, miss, I don't like you getting too close to him."

"But he's useful to me, at least for now," she said softly, "and I'll treat him as you did the dark-haired woman, don't worry."

Oh Bellatrix.She saw it.Bella did go too far...

He thought to himself, and at the same time horrified, he said, "Maybe you don't need to treat him like I did to her..."

"Well," she raised her eyebrows, "are you trying to say that you have some kind of relationship with her that I don't know about, that crosses the line?"

She frowned, "But I didn't think your atmosphere was subtle last night..." She looked at him, "Is it because I'm not sensitive enough?"

A lot happened in one night.

He thought about it, but didn't dare to say it.

"I think you know how to deal with this kind of thing, don't you?" She stared at him. "If we want to control them, then we have to let them understand that we are the masters, and there is a line between them and us." If you let her cross the chasm, then she may not be able to stand back in her original position in the future."

"What about Draco?" he asked her back. "Is he in the right place?"

"I don't know," she said. "I'm still thinking about which seat is right for him. Maybe he can be closer, maybe he should be farther away. I need some time to evaluate him."

She pushed open the door, "Will you give her a child?"

He suddenly became embarrassed, "Miss..."

"It seems that you have done something that should not be done." She shook her head and sighed, "I don't know if I have the right to make suggestions to you, but if I can," she looked at him, "I don't really support it. This move of yours."

"I only share with Regulus. It's okay for me to share something with him," she said, "but no one else."

"I've got a bad temper," she said softly. "I think you know I'm flattering you now, don't you?"

"You don't have to give me a reward, at least not to make me angry when I do a good job. Do you?" she said, "otherwise I don't think I can continue."

She quietly raised her hand and closed the door, and her face covered by her blond hair disappeared behind the door.

And he still watched all this without saying a word.

How could she say that she was pleasing him?He couldn't help smiling, she was already giving him a look.

The previous options were chosen too differently so time passed and Draco had no choice.So I'll do it myself.A rewrite of the previous scene about Lao Fu getting along with the young lady.

Next they're going to go out and order clothes and buy wands, and we all know she's good with either.

So the question, do you want her to use the previous one?

A wants to.

B doesn't want to.