HP the Lady Behind the Dark Lord

sherin ford farr pov

Anyone can make a mistake, and the more you think about something, the easier it is to make a mistake. ——The Adventures of The Good Soldier Schweik

When Slytherin was celebrating the killing of Myrtle, I was sitting in the corner of the lounge. I didn't care about the life and death of the girl student Myrtle who had nothing to do with me. Instead, I was more concerned about Riddle's actions afterward. I don't want to be solved in the next silently, after all, I am a mixed race.Mixed blood, it's a little troublesome in Slytherin house!

But I'm not bragging, I have a deep level of divination, especially tarot divination, I think the predictive ability of tarot is no less than crystal ball, tea, cards and observing celestial phenomena.But what annoys me is that I am holding a Tarot card with the words "the SUN" in cursive and pentagrams. I am a little annoyed and uneasy. I don't know whether I should Speak to Slytherin House and those associated with Riddle.

But I sighed and found that Riddle was already paying attention to me. The disdainful light in his eyes made me feel competitive, and what I saw in divination was not the future, but the truth.I raised my head and approached him, my eyes gleaming with mischief, I held the card between my fingers and waved it mysteriously in front of Riddle. "As far as I know, the meaning of the card 'the SUN' of Star Coins is very good. The sun is a good card, with opportunities and great hopes, you will have noble people to help you, and you will have a smooth road ahead , and star coins represent that things may be closely related to money, and these add up to represent what you are eager to find in your heart, and it may be in the place you have determined, and you will get the precious gift you are eager to get .”

I watched Stella sit intimately on top of Riddle, her full bosom rubbing against poor Tom's arm.She murmured in a low voice: "Money?" There was a strange light in her eyes, and I knew she knew exactly what I was referring to, but seeing the weird look in the other person's eyes made me feel sick. There was a chill and I thought I'd have to stay away from her, Stella was just too scary for the way she was pestering Riddle before.I rubbed my arm covered with goosebumps, got up and sat in another place, who knew I really didn't have the talent to choose a seat, this time sitting next to me was Ursula Hawes.

Hoth has made waves in Slytherin since she returned from disappearing for one night, her body-wrapping cloak was recognizable as the attire of a man of great stature and wealth, and the night alone Coming back with her in such a state of embarrassment, it was clear at a glance what had happened.In the midst of everyone's teasing, she managed to calm down all the people present with her shy complacency and weird gentleness. Although I was also a little stunned by fright, I curled up on the sofa without saying anything. I breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that I should not be settled by Qiuhou.

However, I made up my mind to stay away from her and sat next to her in order to avoid Stella. I lamented in my heart the misfortune of having just stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den, but because of my man's self-esteem, I could only sit there in embarrassment.Fortunately, Stella, whom I regard as a tiger, rescued me. She walked towards Ursula, but she looked at Ursula with endless murderous eyes, as if she was ready to kill Ursula if something happened to him. Ursula was killed, I was sure she would do what she said, I twitched the corners of my mouth, and left the Slytherin lounge aggrieved, but I will never admit that I was indeed secretly relieved.

I'm walking in a quiet hallway, it's almost curfew, most of the students are staying in their dormitory, if I don't have to avoid those two scary women, I won't risk my points being deducted It's so late to run out and wander around to avoid the limelight!While walking on the quiet road, I was shuffling the tarot cards in my hand, idly calculating whether I would have good luck in the future. I don't want to meet a scary girl again.

Ah... a picture of the right Fool, who seems to be a child with stupidity, bravery and irrepressible curiosity. Fortunately, she is not a pervert, but she is still special. She will lead everyone to change the situation. I shrugged my shoulders and sneered mockingly.Next one, very good...reversed priestess, oops, this time is stubborn, high self-esteem and pretentious, but a good decision will be made in life, the wisdom of the gods bless you, greedy people Please don't disappoint the favor of the high place.Next, is the rightful emperor. I thought about it over and over again. It can refer to many people. It represents glory, power, victory, leadership, strong will, achievement of goals, father's responsibility and spiritual loneliness. .I turned my head and scratched the curly brown hair beside my ears, stared lazily at the dead fish and watched the little bugs flying in the air, wondering where my kitten is now?Whoever is the emperor cares about my business, I'd better go and coax my naughty little cat, I have already turned over four tarot cards today, it is very tiring to spy on too many fates, that's all for today Well, life has to be a bit of a mystery.

"Cute cat, where are you?~" I hummed a little tune I made up and wandered towards the kitchen. I'm a little hungry at this late hour, so I must think so.Scratching the pear on the fruit scene painting in the corridor on the first floor, I happily watched my cat squatting on the corner of the table and licking milk obediently under the care of the house elf, while I smiled and curled up Pausing by the warm fire of the fireplace for a while, nibbling on a plate of soufflés in icing sugar graciously served by the house-elf.Just when I finished most of the plate of delicious soufflé, licking my snow-white frosted fingers and regretting whether I could take the rest away, a Gryffindor girl rushed in rashly, The enthusiastic house elf still greeted her, and stuffed tall stacks of finger biscuits and cakes into the arms of the girl. Her face was red, and her name seemed to be Carol Mills, who was said to be the victim of the incident on the train. This piqued my interest.

Under the cover of the illusion spell, I continued to nibble on the soufflé and followed the girl like a voyeur. The kitten in my arms stretched lazily and curled up and fell asleep. The little soft body is like a stove, ironing my skin through the robe.After wandering around for a while, the girl went to the bathroom on the second floor. I was full of malicious expectations. What would Mills look like when he saw Myrtle's body?I muttered silently: "Interesting...Interesting..." I burst out laughing.

It's great, I'm so happy without the Professor patrolling, and without Ferzy messing things up.I stood in the corner and looked at Mills, who seemed to want to wash his hands when he got into the girls' bathroom on the second floor. As expected, the stiff girl appeared, and then she was pale and frightened and began to retch, yes, that's it, be afraid, be afraid Well, secret and intense pleasure runs through my veins.

Ravenclaw's Myrtle lay unconscious on the ground, her eyes blank and dazed, but she remained in her pre-death state. Although the little girl Carol was shaking and swishing all over, she didn't know whether she was brave or reckless and started to examine the corpse. She first inspected the corpse from head to toe with sharp eyes that seemed to be peeling off Myrtle's clothes, but it was a pity It's that she/it doesn't have a trace of scars or any traces of spell attacks on its body.I secretly praised the ability of the Volpes Knights to deal with the funeral, but this was indeed enough to make the little girl Mills, who had never seen the dark side of the world, twitch.

It was obvious that the fear had suffocated Mills a little. She stuttered several times before reciting the flashback spell correctly, but unfortunately, there was no sign of a struggle. Mills turned her head away in pity, and put a hand as warm as Myrtle's on her eyelids as a last prayer to her, and finally Mills hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, looking terrified.I raised the corners of my lips, bit off the last mouthful of soufflé with a click, turned and walked towards the cellar, my figure was submerged in darkness.

Everything begins...whether it's death, or killing, or sorrow or fear.The stage has been set, just waiting for the protagonist to enter the stage!