[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

It was still mid-July, and London was already filled with cold fog.

A snow-white owl flew in from the window, shaking off the rain all over the ground. It brought today's Daily Prophet and a letter from Hogwarts.

The headline on the front page of the newspaper is very eye-catching - "Harry Potter: A Savior?"

Fudge was forced to step down because of the fact that he blocked Voldemort's comeback for a long time, and Rufus Scrimgeour, the former director of the Auror Office, served as the Minister/Minister of Magic.

And in the letter were Lowy's OWLs report card and the general wizard level certificate. As expected, all subjects were O.

A very satisfying grade, isn't it?But Roy couldn't be happy at all. She polished the double-sided mirror again and called, "Draco?"

After a long time, her beautiful face was still reflected in the mirror. Roy saw that her originally smiling expression gradually turned into disappointment. She put the mirror back in her pocket and recalled their last conversation through the two-way mirror— —

Draco said very sorry to Roy: "I'm sorry, Christina, I can't go on vacation with you as promised."

"It's okay, no one expected such a thing to happen." Roy shook her head, even though she was still inevitably disappointed in her heart, she still smiled gently.

"I know you're looking forward to this vacation..." Draco said wearily, the dark circles under his eyes were obvious on his pale face, "I'm sorry, I will definitely make it up to you."

"Actually, as long as I'm with you, it's the same everywhere..."

Roy withdrew his thoughts, Draco hadn't contacted her for a whole week since the last time.

There was really no news. In Roy's memory, Draco had never disappeared from her world for so long.On the fourth day when there was no news from Draco, Roy wrote a letter, but did not receive any reply.

She became restless and panicked, and she suddenly felt that the connection between herself and Draco was so fragile, that the silk thread that was connected seemed to be broken if it was pulled lightly.

Roy rarely mentioned the Malfoy family to her parents, but she finally couldn't help asking during dinner: "Dad, what happened to the Malfoy family recently?"

Allen's hand holding the red wine paused in the air, then he slowly put down the goblet, and asked softly, "Christina, Draco hasn't contacted you for a long time, right?"

She pursed her lips and gave a brief "hmm".

"Your dad and I do know something about it," Debbie said, noticing the change in Roy's expression and comforting, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, dear, we are considering whether to tell you."

Roy raised one corner of his lips and smiled. Debbie knew her movement too well. This was a sign of Roy's anger. "Is there anything you can't tell me? I have the right to know."

"Yes, of course," Allen said unhurriedly, "I have tried to help Lucius escape from prison for half a month, but it's not that simple. The glory of the Malfoy family is a thing of the past."

Roy clenched her hands so hard that her knuckles turned white, as if she was going to break the shiny silver knife and fork, and she even spoke to her family with a thorny tone, "I don't know that I am not as important as my interests? How about the Malfoy family, they are all connected to Roy, and I am engaged to Draco. It was here, last summer."

"Don't talk to your dad like that, honey," Debbie said resignedly to Roy, who took a deep breath.

"Christina, if you are willing to calm down, I will tell you what happened." Allen was not angry, and he didn't even frown. He just looked at Roy quietly with his ice blue eyes.

"Of course, I'm calm." Roy said, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and drank all the grape juice in the crystal glass in one go. "Now, Dad, can you tell me?"

"You know, Lucius is in Azkaban, and Voldemort is trying to control his son."

Roy's reaction was calmer than they had imagined. She grasped the point of Allen's words, "Trying to control?"

"Yes, I'm not sure if Draco obeyed Voldemort's orders." Allen tapped his knuckles on the table, as if he had thought of something bad The tabletop avoids coming true), "Narcisha didn't tell me such information explicitly, I think she was probably warned, but she obviously needs help."

"It's really ridiculous," Roy said with a smile, unabashedly sarcasm, but it wasn't aimed at her parents, "Draco was only 16 years old, and Voldemort made a child Help him with errands? Didn't he have a brain when he was resurrected?"

"Maybe, he was trying to avenge Lucius' mistake. In June, the Death Eaters tried to steal a prophecy ball at the Ministry of Magic, and everyone except Bellatrix Lestrange was arrested and imprisoned." " Allen raised his eyebrows. The Roy family never used to refer to Voldemort as "mysterious man" because they were not as afraid of this dark wizard as other wizards.

"I don't think it's the right time for us to visit Malfoy Manor, is it?" Lowy asked.

Allen nodded lightly, "Yes, my clever daughter. Malfoy Manor must be in Voldemort's sight now, and we would have gotten into trouble in the past."

Roy lowered her eyes, and all the thorns on her body were restrained. Now she is like a weak and helpless bird.Debbie held her in her arms and touched her head, "Don't worry too much, honey, maybe it's not that bad."

Terrible thunder kept ringing, and it seemed that every sound would shatter the eardrums. From time to time, the window would see through the pale whiteness, illuminating the entire dark room.

She covered her ears and curled up into a small ball, not even occupying a quarter of the big bed, Roy was worried about Draco, she missed him like crazy, and wanted to rush hundreds of miles several times this week To Malfoy Manor outside, it took all of her senses to restrain herself.

In a trance, she felt the warm lake water slowly cover her body, and the soft water plants caressed her naked skin.She couldn't breathe, and felt that she was drowning at the bottom of the lake, and she stretched out her hands desperately to catch something that would bring her to the surface.

She must be dreaming.Because everything in front of her eyes turned into a vague halftone, in a vague dream, she seemed to smell the fragrance of water lilies and unknown plants.I vaguely heard the sound of the wind blowing against the window, as if something was struggling to get in.

Roy opened his eyes.

The clock hanging on the wall was beeping rhythmically, and there was loud thunder outside, but Roy could hear the subtle sound clearly. She squinted her eyes slightly to see clearly that the hour hand was pointing to three o'clock.After sleeping for several hours, I still feel like I haven't been rested. I'm tired from the top of my head to my toes.

The strong wind began to beat the window eagerly again, and Roy felt a little uneasy. She should have cast a silent spell to sleep peacefully, but she got out of bed by a ghost and walked slowly towards the French windows.

The lavender gauze curtain fluttered like a butterfly, and a vague and slender figure was reflected on it. Roy knew that it was not his own.

There were two soft knocks from the window, perhaps too softly, so it was very noticeable in the stormy night.

She forgot that she was defenseless, that she didn't have a wand in her hand, that she even forgot to breathe, when she opened the window lock through the gap in the sheer curtain.

It was already very cold in London with the roar of thunder and lightning and the storm.But the moment she opened the window, a gust of warm wind came in from the outside, like the gentle evening wind in early summer, mixed with the smell of water lilies, slowly surrounding her.It was an ancient and nostalgic fragrance, like a gentle tide, pouring into her limbs through every open pore.

Roy opened his eyes wide and seemed to be stunned, watching the person gracefully take off his coat, pointing his wand at the soaked suit jacket, a gust of hot air gushed out from the end of the wand, and the jacket evaporated with the water vapor Gradually dry.

His gray-blue pupils shone like transparent crystals, and Roy was immersed in the soft light of his eyes, forgetting what he wanted to say.

"Good evening, dear." Draco spit out a nice syllable from his lips, staring into Roy's eyes with a smile, "I hope I didn't disturb you."

When Roy was imprisoned in his arms full of security, he finally came back to his senses, touched the perfect muscle line of his waist, and muttered aggrievedly: "I'm not good at all..."

Roy heard Draco laughing, and her distress was magnified again, she had been so worried about him this week, and he didn't seem to realize it at all.

Before Roy asked him "why didn't you contact me", Draco said in a low voice: "Christina, I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch with you these days, but you know I miss you no less than you .”

Even if Draco said so, the sweet words obviously couldn't make Roy forgive him, "In 5 minutes, if you can't give me an explanation, I will throw you out of my room."

"Of course I'll explain it to you," Draco said calmly while sitting on the armchair, looking at Roy's room, "Christina, you should have seen the newspaper, my dad because of a small A mistake caused him to be imprisoned in Azkaban... I have been under surveillance for the past few days, and the Dark Lord ordered me to do something."

An ominous premonition enveloped Roy, her face was a little pale, she took Draco's left hand, and pushed his sleeve up - on the strong and slender arm, there was a skull mark printed with black light, a snake Coming out of the skeleton's mouth.

Roy's hand holding his left arm trembled, and even his voice trembled a little: "Draco, do you know what this means? What did Voldemort ask you to do?"

"Christina, I don't have a choice..." Draco whispered with half-cast eyes, and then began to unbutton his shirt, "It's top secret, I can only tell you that the Dark Lord assigned me to To complete a very important part of his plan."

Roy looked at Draco quietly, a sense of powerlessness pouring down from head to toe.Judging from the words "important and top secret" in what he said just now, the task Voldemort entrusted to him is undoubtedly very difficult.Allen was right, Voldemort was punishing Lucius, and Draco was in danger.

But things have already happened and cannot be changed. Now Roy can only try to help Draco as much as possible.She sighed helplessly, and then asked Draco, "Don't you have the door key to my house, why did you come through the window?"

"I was afraid of what the Dark Lord might do to you with it, so I hid it." If possible, Draco hoped that Roy would never see Voldemort. "I won't put you in danger, Christina."

As Draco said, his eyes wandered wantonly on Roy's body. She was only wrapped in a thin gauze nightgown, and her graceful and perfect lines were looming.Roy obviously noticed Draco's gaze, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, making Roy feel like he was locked prey.

She stood up from the edge of the bed uneasily, her slightly messy blond hair swept across her soft face, she twisted her hair behind her ears, and said as if fleeing: "Do you want some hot milk? Wait for me in the room, or You can take a hot bath to warm up."

Just as Roy was about to leave, a hand grabbed her arm, slender and powerful, and with a little force, she hugged herself tightly in her arms, calming her nervous nerves like countless nights in the past.She raised her head and saw a pair of familiar gray-blue eyes, with hot/hot light shining inside, making the originally cool breath instantly hot, enveloping her body with confusion and anesthesia.

When she realized that she was carried to the bed by Draco, when she realized that she wanted to escape, it was futile.

Draco's body was long and thin, slightly muscular, and the lines seemed to have been sculpted by Michelangelo.His platinum hair was just the icing on the cake and it framed his pretty face, Draco was handsome as a painting.

He knew Roy's body better than anyone else. When his slender fingers lovingly caressed those delicate skin textures, Roy felt dizzy, a kind of intoxication after being slightly drunk.The hot and unbearable feeling penetrated into every pore of her body, and the soaked air was filled with the smell of water lilies.

The roar of thunder and lightning gradually weakened, and in the room filled with strange fragrance, the four-poster bed kept making crashing sounds, accompanied by rapid panting, and every charming moan/groan was like the most powerful spell, stimulating/stimulating the soul In the depths, the bones are eroded bit by bit.