Wild child

After the prisoner entered, Narcissa closed the door to block out most of the noise, and Fanny surmised maliciously that the crack she left was to please Bellatrix's ears, to prove to her sister how determined she was.

Judging from the bookshelves with high ceilings and neatly arranged beautifully bound books on both sides, this is a study room in the house.There was a large window on the wall opposite Fanny, and the heavy curtains were tightly drawn, making her wonder if the place hadn't seen sunlight since it was built.It seems to be the tradition of the Malfoy family to only use the chandelier and the firelight of the fireplace, as it was in the hall just now, and it is also here.The ground is also covered with carpets with distinctive styles and complicated patterns, which are soft and soundless when stepped on, without feeling weak under the feet.

There is a wooden table in the center of the room, and like everything else in this room, there are family crests and serpentine carvings on the corners. From the smooth and delicate lines, it can be seen that it is a famous hand, maybe it was made by some goblin centuries ago. .

Narcissa sat down in a chair by the table with a movement that could be described as graceful.The pull on the wrist stopped after entering the room. Fanny thought about it and sat on the chair opposite Narcissa. The curvature of the back of the chair was quite appropriate. praise it.

After leaning on Fanny for a while, she tried to sit up straight, looking at the wood grain on the table, feeling that Narcissa's eyes never left her.Then she looked up at Narcissa too, and Narcissa was still looking at her.

After a stalemate for a while, Narcissa spoke first.The voice was very soft and could not be heard downstairs.

"You're not going to tell me anything, are you?"

"It can be said that. In fact, the complete restriction includes 'when someone asks a question for the reason of serving the mysterious person', the result will be the same if it were you." Fanny replied honestly.

"I don't serve him." Narcissa's directness surprised Fanny, "I only serve my family, Bella knows that."

"Okay...well, that's really clever." Fanny didn't know what else to say.

"I don't want Draco to hate me, but it concerns my whole family."

As if she really needs permission, is she still planning to write a paper application?Fanny tried her best to resist the urge to roll her eyes and smile wryly, "It's up to you."

So Narcissa took out the silver knife, and Fanny watched the shiny little thing turn obediently and fly towards her under Narcissa's guidance, and flinched subconsciously when the tip of the knife touched her neck.

The sharp blade made a shallow cut on her throat, but without bleeding, the cut quickly healed into a thin red line.Fanny rubbed the back of one hand, feeling that the length of the wound was equal to the width of the blade, and it seemed that there would be no flaws.

She glanced at Narcissa, whose expression remained calm.

Fanny let out a horrific scream.

"I've seen you." Narcissa said in a soft voice that could not be heard downstairs, "About three years ago."

"When choosing a dress for the Triwizard Tournament Yule Ball?" Fanny recalled for a while, it seemed that only that time Draco might have appeared with his mother, "You're not going to tell me that you've found out since then Come on—we didn't have that kind of thing back then."

Narcissa shook her head slightly, "I can see that Draco is attracted to you, but I don't think it's a big deal. It's normal to be attracted to the opposite sex, and Draco knows what kind of wife he wants."

The silver knife brushed against the back of her neck, and Fanny screamed again, struggling hard with her bound wrists.Narcissa obviously kept an eye out, as long as her hands were free, even in this situation Fanny was sure to snatch the wand from her at close range.

"You want to say that he knows what kind of wife he needs." After shouting, Fanny cleared her throat and said.

"For us, it's the same thing." Narcissa shook her head again, "It may be hard for you to understand, we know who we will marry from an early age, not only because of our parents' requirements, but also because we I knew from the bottom of my heart that this was the way it was supposed to be. When Draco started talking us out of old ideas, I knew he had other girls he liked, but I still wasn't too worried."

"When I was young, I wanted to eat something strong, and when I matured, I would go on the right path. Yes, this kind of thing is also very common among Muggles." If Fanny sounds like she is deliberately provoking or trying to please It's disgusting, she certainly didn't mean it.She's just in a bad mood.

The silver knife flew by, and Fanny screamed and struggled again.

If Narcissa was upset that Fanny was comparing her precious pure-blood son to a Muggle slut, she didn't show it much.It quickly turned into one of the most surreal conversations Fanny had ever had, alone in the Malfoy Mansion with Draco's mother, talking about her love life as the supposed tormentor and torturer, and Have to scream from time to time.

She guessed that even when Bellatrix used the Cruciatus Curse, she had never screamed in such a variety of ways, but it didn't take long for her sore throat to make her feel that the high-pitched and trembling screams Not so much fun anymore.

"I think it's scary." She thought Narcissa knew Draco's heart all too well.

"If Bella can't hear the sound, she will come up and do it herself," Narcissa said.

"Well, it's not that I'm dissatisfied, but it won't do you any good." Fanny imitated Narcissa's objective tone, "If the relationship with Draco could make me change my mind, now I even Shouldn't be in the UK at all."

Reason told her to delay as long as possible, but Fanny was tired of this precarious balance.The only reason why Narcissa didn't really lay hands on her was Draco, and she didn't want to stake her fate on that relationship, especially not after what she'd just done.

Of course it would be no good not to have information, especially when it was already established that Draco was having an affair with an Order member.Narcissa couldn't ask Bellatrix, and whether she did it or not, no one would explain to Draco that his mother wasn't an accomplice in torturing and killing his ex-girlfriend.

"I know. Draco went to see you in the summer."

"He told you?" Narcissa ignored the first half of the sentence, and Fanny followed her.

"If I don't even know when my son risked his life to meet the girl he loves, I'm such a failure as a mother." Narcissa has superpowers that always subtly make people feel very stupid.

"Oh." Fanny replied dryly.

"Actually, I don't intend to get information from you, this is Bella's specialty."

"Yeah, she must have a way to break me down."

"You don't believe that you can survive it, but you still refuse to solve it in an easier way?"

"You know, I'm a Gryffindor, and we're always stubborn about saving face."

The corners of Narcissa's mouth raised slightly, and a little light appeared on her pale and stiff face, "You are very frank."

"Considering that every word you say now may be your last words, you know." Fanny shrugged, and then grimaced slightly because of the wound involved, "I will if necessary, but this life is the last One sentence is a lie? It doesn't sound very good."

"You are special, and Draco has suffered too much in the past two years." Narcissa said, "If you die here, he may never be whole again. If Draco dares to fight against the Dark Lord If the words before me have not made me understand this, the way he looked at you just now should have made me understand. I will protect my son at all costs, do you understand what this means?"

Mrs. Conwell's worried face appeared in Fanny's mind and was dispelled by her. She didn't need any more fear and wavering.

"Partly, I've met other mothers," she said.

"What if I, as a mother, ask you to make concessions to my position?" Narcissa seemed to be asking Fanny what snacks she wanted to serve her afternoon tea, "You don't need to betray your friends, just a A small amount of information—perhaps about unimportant people who are less willing to cooperate with you—can buy you safety. You don't need much evidence to prove your cooperation, and the Malfoy family still has some leverage with the Dark Lord. "

Fanny was dumbfounded for a while.Narcissa seemed too sincere and eager to refuse, and in a way it was indeed a fair and tempting offer.

"Think about Draco, think about it." Narcissa approached her, her voice soft.

She just thought about it, sitting in this quiet and fragrant room, thinking about those people who were looking forward to her return, thinking about herself——17 years old, the best age, with the most sincere desires and dreams, with so many thoughts Places to go.

"No." Fanny replied.

Narcissa's expression sank at that moment, and she stepped back.

"Muggles have a game called 'knock bricks', I guess you haven't played it." Fanny said relaxedly, controlling her breathing, "A small ball bouncing back and forth, a pile of hard bricks Blocks. The ball bounces up once and the bricks fall a little bit, and after bouncing up once, a little bit falls off, and finally, with a 'boom', all the bricks collapsed."

"Now you are smarter." Narcissa said coldly.

"I know you're really trying to keep me safe, but there are always things we can't hand over to ourselves if we destroy them, and I think you understand. I'm always stupid and clueless, Draco loves Me, because that's who I am."

There was such a silence that the air was almost stagnant. Fanny had already stopped struggling, her hands tightly clenched under the table until the hot flashes spread from the wound on her forearm again.She could barely feel the pain, something else mingled with the fear running through her veins.

Narcissa wanted to say something more, but she suddenly showed a panicked look, pointed at Van Nichols with her wand and shouted, "Crucio!"

Narcissa was absolutely unequivocal about her brutality. Fanny let out a real scream and fell off the chair, and after about a century, she lost consciousness.

It seemed that it was extremely difficult to recover this time, and when Fanny opened her eyes, she had that corpse-like feeling again.She was disappointed to find that there was soft light penetrating into the iris, which meant that she had not returned to the dungeon, and this round of interrogation was not over yet.The wall painted with exquisite murals vaguely came into her line of sight, and beside it was a light golden shadow. Fanny blinked, feeling that various senses were coming back in sequence.

The first is pain, which she is no stranger to now, like the weakened playback of the Cruciatus Curse over and over again; then the sense of smell and hearing, the voices of Narcissa and Bellatrix came, like a strange mixture of unknown content.

"Fanny!"

Fanny woke up completely awake, she realized that she had been turned upside down and lying on her back, and that piece of light gold... of course it was someone's hair.

She had never missed Draco so much, and never been so unhappy to see him.

The argument over there also came to an end when she got up, and Fanny only heard Narcissa say "cleaner way" and the like, maybe when Bellatrix used Legilimency last time, she also Said similar things.Given that Fanny herself felt that she would go crazy in the next second and that Draco was about to collapse at that time, she didn't hold much resentment towards Narcissa's proposal.

Draco kept calling her name, which was another reason Fanny hadn't gotten more information, but she didn't regret it.She looked Draco up and down, observing his body movements—the last bit of restraint kept him from rushing up to hold her in his arms, his facial expression—was as pale and tense as before and dripping with cold sweat, but only Avoid his eyes.

"Go back." Fanny said with the corner of her mouth, looking past Draco to see Bellatrix walking towards her.

Draco didn't even stiffen, as if he didn't hear Fanny's words.Fanny looked back and found that Draco was tightening his lips as he was about to make an important decision. If she looked into Draco's eyes, she would know that it was definitely not a good omen. Unfortunately, she Still didn't do it.

"Come here, Draco." Before Bellatrix could give an order, Narcissa spoke first.

Draco still didn't move.

Immediately afterwards, Narcissa and Bellatrix raised their wands at the same time, and Draco was instantly thrown a few steps away as if bound by an invisible rope, which made a red light from Narcissa's side fall into the air. .

"Bella, you..."

"Legislasia!"

Fanny guessed that Narcissa originally planned to directly knock Draco unconscious, and then let Bellatrix directly use Legilimency to make her die more quickly. On the whole, this is an ideal method.Bellatrix, however, had probably had enough of giving in, and made the move before Narcissa could finish her sentence.

And she wanted Draco to watch Fanny die.

The moment Fanny realized this, her anger towards this woman gushed out like a levee, and crazy and desperate thoughts flooded into her brain. She wanted to hurt her and kill her in any way she could.Bellatrix's thoughts pierced her brain like venomous fangs, the illusory wall collapsed, and Fanny concentrated all the consciousness she could mobilize—

GOTOHELL YOUBITCH!!!!!

Fanny flew out, slammed into the luxurious bookcase, and slid down with a crimson trace.

Wizards do not necessarily need death curses to kill people. In many cases, the light beams used to hurt opponents in wizard duels are just the result of strong emotions that condense the magic power and express it through the wand, which is similar to the principle of the magic riot of the little wizard.A similar thing happened during the Battle of Fanny's Ministry of Magic, and the effect was basically the same as the spell that Bellatrix had cast on her at this time.

Lucius averted her eyes when the prisoner looked up, clutching the hole in his flank, while Narcissa looked only at her son.Bellatrix hadn't recovered from the mental shock just now, but the fury was clearly on her face.

Fanny didn't see it all, her vision was blurry, and the study seemed to flow around her.Immediately afterwards, the light in front of her was completely blocked, and the fabric brushed against her forehead, carrying the fragrance of some kind of plant mixed with soap locust.

Then she wondered that she could still stand.

"Go away, Malfoy," she said clearly, pushing him away, leaving a wet paw on his shoulder.

Fanny exerted a little more strength, and the sharp pain and loss of strength came over her, and she suddenly became hanging on Draco.It was so close, her face pressed against Draco's, their breaths intertwined.She heard the veins pulsating under Draco's quivering skin, warm and strong, alive.

"Go away, Draco!"

"Draco..."

Bellatrix's scream and Fanny's very soft voice sounded at the same time, Draco turned around suddenly, and hugged Fanny like the two had longed for countless times, and they followed Fanny's fall Shidao knelt down.

Bellatrix wanted to cast a spell, but Narcissa pointed her wand at her, "Don't you touch my son again."

"No! Let me...let me try to persuade her again! Please... the wand is in the—give it up, even if it's for me...my breasts—stop being stubborn... in my robes—please is you!"

He used a very soft voice to hide a sentence between loud pleas. Fanny could hear it clearly, and subconsciously shook her head: "N..."

Draco's body fell limp.

"Never." Fanny seemed to be a bystander, watching her abruptly twist the words she was about to say into a merciless rejection, and elbowed Draco on the neck with all her strength.

A lot happened in the next instant: Narcissa disarmed Bellatrix, Lucius charged at Draco, the Death Eater at the door raised his wand, Fanny spun with a bang Disappeared.

A magic spell knocked off the exquisite carvings on the corners of the bookcase, and bounced towards the window. The thick curtains were lifted up, and the golden sunlight shot into the old mansion fearlessly.

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Of course such bloody content will be posted in one go_(:зゝ∠)_Congratulations to Draco for successfully gaining a sense of presence【No】