HP+ first love is no small matter

That day her cries were loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

When she finally came out of the room, although she used the Restoring Charm to barely put back on the original white dress, her red and swollen eyes and the messy fingerprints on her face showed part of what happened to her.

She had a stiff face and walked in front of Draco without saying a word. Lucius felt his heart convulse so much that he almost fainted from lack of blood, but he didn't reach out to hug her, just Watching her slowly disappear from his sight.

The rest of the Death Eaters exchanged glances.

She was beaten at the hands of the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord was very disappointed in this daughter.

She's fallen out of favor, at least for the time being.

Ever since his master came back, he didn't have a good look towards the Malfoy family, so others always made fun of the Malfoy family.Although everyone had some scruples about the Malfoy family because of her existence before, it was also because of her.

Everyone knows that the Dark Lord wanted her mother that way. Although he didn't get Christie on the surface in the end, her existence meant that he finally got what he wanted.

And if even this child falls out of favor...

The status of the Malfoy family will only be low or high.

"Hehe." Bellatrix simply leaned against the wall, "Lucius, do you have any other thoughts now?"

The latter looked at the floor silently, and she sneered again, "Your sister, your sister's daughter, shouldn't we be glad that she belongs to the Dark Lord? Because even if she wasn't the Dark Lord's daughter you would have given her to him go!"

The latter is still unaware.

"Spineless thing!" She looked at the other party's unresponsive face, sneered and waved away.Her belly had already bulged out a very obvious arc, and her husband's face became more gloomy day by day.

The Death Eaters couldn't control their attitude towards her because of the curvature of her lower abdomen - the child was obviously the Dark Lord's, but he didn't admit it or object to it, not to mention that he was not gentle with this grown-up daughter to where.

After receiving two or three slaps in his hands, she finally became docile and stayed with him in the living room every day.

Sitting on the sofa next to him, reading a book or eating fruit, other than that, he didn't say a word or do a single thing.He hadn't gone to sleep with Draco in his room like before, nor had he sneaked out of the house, nor had he violated any of the Dark Lord's demands.

She wears a blue or green long dress every day, with extremely smooth blond hair, and only uses a very light pink lipstick to cover up her pale lips.

Well-behaved, too well-behaved, so well-behaved that it is scary.

The Dark Lord sometimes reached out to stroke her long hair between conversations, and she just let him do it in silence.

Draco usually avoided the living room, the Dark Lord was always angry when he saw him.

And the Dark Lord was always kind of scary when he was angry.

At that time, he obviously asked Draco to go to the living room to talk, but he lost his temper somehow afterwards.

"Peel the grapes for me," the Dark Lord Zhuangruo inadvertently told her, "Miss, pick those purple ones, I don't like green grapes."

She put down the book she was reading, washed her hands in the glass bowl filled with water, picked up the grapes from the silver plate, peeled them one by one and put them on the side plate.

"No," his snake-like pupils rolled, his eyes flicked across Draco's face, "Hey, don't let me get my hands dirty."

She suddenly understood what he meant, just lowered her head, twisted a silver stick with her snow-white thumb and forefinger, and he said, "Don't you find it a bit troublesome to use that?"

After a while, she let go of the silver stick, pinched the grape with two fingers and brought it to his mouth, he swallowed it, and then his eyes swept a few times between her and Draco Back and forth, seeing this pair of young men and women with a blank face and not speaking, suddenly became angry again, and said to Draco, "Get out!"

Draco quickly backed out of the room, and the next second the Dark Lord grabbed her by the shoulder and forcibly pulled her closer to him, "Do you like him? You like him more than that kid who?"

She didn't speak, but suddenly stretched out her arms and put her arms around the other's neck, "Don't scare me like this," she said very softly, "You scare me like this..."

In the next second, he threw her backhand on the sofa, "Where did you learn this disgusting method?! Which man taught you? They still touched you?!"

He suppressed her with both hands and almost pressed the tip of his nose on top of hers. His fingertips were frighteningly cold and frighteningly hard, firmly stuck on her shoulders, and she felt that he was cold through the clothes. to make her ache.

"No," she cried terribly, "no one has touched me!"

"No one has touched you?" He repeated in a low voice, then sneered, "Do you think I don't know?"

He screamed, "He touched you! Don't think I don't know, that kid touched you!"

She ignored it and just continued to object, even if it was true, she couldn't admit it.

He wouldn't hurt Draco, but he would always find ways to punish others.

So she said, "No, he really didn't touch me!"

He stared at her, wanting to analyze the subtle features of her face to agree with his inference.

"No," she said, "absolutely not, I promise, no one touched me, I promise, if anyone touched me I would go to hell and burn in fire, I promise I was never touched, I promise No one has touched me before and no one will touch me again, I promise!"

"If anyone touches you," he said, looking at her, "listen, if any man touches you...I curse him into a pain he can never get out of, I curse him never to get what he wants, I Curse him to be killed with painful means, understand? Miss, tell me if someone will touch you?!"

"No," she said, "no one will ever touch me, I promise, and if anyone touches me, he will suffer the pain you speak of, and it will not be lessened."

He stared at her, squeezed her arm, and suddenly whispered in her ear, "Really?"

"real."

"That's good," he said softly, "By the way, let me tell you that Dumbledore's side is getting weaker and weaker. A few days ago, I sent a letter from the Ministry of Magic to dismiss him. God he won't be there."

He stared at the girl's pale face, "I think I will be able to enter Hogwarts soon."

Her heart was beating violently, but she didn't dare to show it on her face, she just said very softly, "You can always get what you want."

"Really?" He had a half-smile, "But I asked Draco to kill him, but I haven't succeeded yet."

"I can help you bring Harry Potter here," she knelt up, "if you want, I can bring him here, no matter how foolish and ignorant Dumbledore is to believe in that fable Doubt, if we..."

"You gave him sweets." The Dark Lord picked her chin, "You gave that kid sweets, do you think you can rely on that sweetness to lure him back again? Do you think you can do it?" He suddenly laughed, "Or do you want to give him more?"

His fingers intertwined on her slender snow-white neck, "Are you willing to do this for Draco?"

She felt deep anxiety from his seemingly calm tone, "It's not for anyone, just for you," she knelt on the ground, resting her forehead on his knee, "Master," she called him in a low voice , "Master, please believe me," she raised a pair of crystal green eyes, "everything about me belongs to you."

"I know you're lying to me," he ran his fingers through her blond hair, "but it doesn't matter if you're lying to me or not," he smiled, "you'll find out soon...you'll find out in any sense."