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

Although Draco didn't respond to Roy's double-sided mirror's call at any time as before, he would keep in touch with her once a day to let her know that he was safe.

Roy felt a little nervous, she took out the mirror to look at it too often, for fear of missing Draco's news.This can't blame her for being too sensitive, as long as Draco is under Voldemort's hand for a day, her heart will always be hanging.

She spent most of her time in the basement, looking through the ancient Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, and Allen also began to personally teach her the advanced spells inherited from the Roy family for generations.

The Daily Prophet now reports disappearances and deaths, among other bizarre events, every day.

"Karkaroff is actually dead too." Roy looked at the photo in the newspaper. The Dark Mark hanging above Karkaroff's body emitted a faint green light in the night sky.

"Frankly speaking, I am surprised that he survived for a year after leaving the Death Eaters." Allen said flatly, his index finger gently drawing circles in the air, and the hot coffee in front of him was stirring automatically, "I Remember, a Death Eater named Regulus died within a few days."

"Okay, maybe we should talk about something else this beautiful morning, isn't it nice outside?" Debbie came to the dining table with a few letters, and handed Roy one, "Honey, school Letter from the mail, after dinner, your father and I will accompany you to Diagon Alley."

"Do you even think that Voldemort will emerge from behind the bookshelves of Lihen Bookstore?" Roy said while opening the letter.

Debbie was not angry. It seemed that Roy was just making a small joke in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Of course not. My Christina has grown up a bit and needs to order a new robe."

"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have to think about who he is every year..." Roy said lazily in a drawn-out tone, his gaze fell on the sixth grade book list.

"Where's your professor from last year?"

Roy frowned, not wanting to talk about this person, "Umbridge was taken away at the end of the semester, and Dumbledore rescued her in the Forbidden Forest by himself. stay there."

"Christina, no matter how bad the 'old witch' you mentioned to me in your letter, I hope you will realize that your thinking is wrong."

"Not only did she make Hogwarts like a prison, she also physically punished the students, and even planned to use the Cruciatus Curse on the students!" Roy said angrily, not caring about Alan's stern gaze. Every syllable is like a sharp blade, "I mean, even if she was torn apart by a horse, she deserved it!"

Debbie and Ellen exchanged a nasty look - Christina was smart but never mean to anyone, but since when?It seems that since Voldemort's resurrection, her character has been subtly affected, and those good intentions are gradually disappearing.Maybe she is in her teens now, at her most rebellious time, but Debbie and Ellen never want their daughter to become the last thing they want to see.

The atmosphere on the dining table seemed to be frozen, and the uncomfortable air was tinged with chill.The moment Roy said that, she realized her rudeness, but she couldn't say a word of apology. She hoped that her father could say something, even if it was to blame herself, she would act like a baby and admit her mistake.

But Allen just stared quietly at Roy with those ice-blue pupils, without saying anything, not even the always gentle Debbie, she looked at Roy with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Silence is the best weapon.

Roy finally couldn't sit still, she stood up and prepared to hide back to her room.

"Christina," Allen said lightly, and Roy felt inexplicably happy. She heard her father continue, "Come to my study."

"Yes, Dad."

There was a faint smell of parchment in the study, which Roy liked.On the wall are moving portraits of generations of members of the Roy family, and they all showed gentle smiles when they saw Roy.

"Oh, my sweet little granddaughter, Christina, it's a pleasure to meet you," says a handsome young man in the painting, his long blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail.

Roy bet any girl would blush with embarrassment at the sight of the faces in these paintings, but she felt a little weird being called granddaughter by a group of young people, even though her grandfathers had been dead for many years.

"Uh...good morning, grandpa." She greeted awkwardly.

A book automatically flew out of the huge nan/wood bookshelf and floated in front of Roy. She opened it and flipped through it, and there were some educational quotations in it.

"Write these sentences down." Allen said in a steady tone, and handed Roy a piece of parchment and a quill.

The people in those paintings start to frown and shout, "Ellen! You can't do this to her!"

"I see." Roy felt that her grandfathers were a little too fussy, and this was just a penalty copy, "but Dad, you didn't give me ink."

"No need for ink." Alan didn't seem to hear his father's yelling when he lost his demeanor, and his expression remained calm.

"Then when am I going to write it?" Roy thought, if her father asked her to copy the whole book, then her hand would be broken.

Allen walked to his desk and sat down, then looked at the pile of parchment documents on it, and said unhurriedly: "Keep writing until these words are engraved in your heart."

"Love is the seed of virtue."

When Roy dropped the tip of the quill on the paper and wrote this, she gasped in pain.At the same time, this line of writing appeared on the back of her right hand, and was deeply sunken into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.

Roy stared at the blood-red wounds, her scalp was numb for a while, she raised her head to look at Alan, and he was also looking at her, his tone remained calm: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Roy lowered his head and said softly, the wound on the back of his hand gradually healed, leaving only a line of red marks like burns.

She once again dropped the tip of her pen on the parchment, and wrote a sentence - "Beauty is fleeting, only the heart makes a person noble."

The burning pain on the back of the hand came again, gradually spreading up the arm, as if several insects were gnawing at her blood vessels.

Roy looked at the sentences on the paper, they were blinding scarlet, and she realized they were written in her blood, sentence after sentence.Her hands were trembling, she could barely hold the quill, and each letter was sunk deep into her skin.

The grandfathers in the portraits were berating Allen dissatisfiedly, but he didn't say a word, as if he had locked himself in a completely quiet room and couldn't hear anything.

Every minute and every second is suffering, and it seems that a long time has passed. Roy bit her lower lip tightly to keep herself from shouting, even though she was so painful that tears had already dripped down, blurring the scarlet lettering on the parchment.

"Come here." Allen said softly.

Roy sniffled and walked towards Dad, her wound was so hot/hot that she could hardly feel the presence of her arm.

Allen pulled Roy's right hand retracted into his sleeve, and when he gently touched the wounds with his bony fingers wearing a family crest ring, Roy's body trembled.

"Christina, Dad has never physically punished you, because you have always been a good, kind-hearted child, but you let me and your mother feel very disappointed today, you know?" Allen held Roy's right hand tightly in his palm Li, while wiping the tears on her face, "This world is big, beautiful and dangerous, Dad will always protect you, but I can't be by your side all the time, I hope your soul will not be stained with darkness, and stay in good condition cultivation."

Roy was hugged by Allen, and she choked up and whispered, "I'm sorry... Dad, I remember."

"Good boy." Allen finally smiled, and gently touched Roy's head, "The pain you just suffered is not one percent of what Cruciatus is. There are many books on black magic in the basement. I won't ban you Go see those, because I'm sure you don't want to be mean to people."

As soon as Roy came out of the study, she was hugged into a soft embrace again, as if Debbie had been waiting at the door, with tears in her eyes: "Honey, my child, are you okay?" ..."

"Mom, I'm fine." Roy smiled reassuringly, "I think we should go to Diagon Alley."

"Before that, Christina, you need to put some medicine on the back of your hand." Alan walked out of the study slowly, holding a box of yellow paste-like objects in his hand.

For the first time, Diagon Alley seemed so deserted. There were only a few wizards standing on the narrow cobblestone path, and everyone looked alert, as if Death Eaters would jump out to attack them at any time.

Spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons used to be displayed in the window, all colorful and colorful, but now they can't be seen, but are tightly covered by the large notices posted/posted by the Ministry of Magic.Most of these forbidding purple notices were blown-up versions of the safety advisories in those pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic circulated over the summer, and some featured black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters in action.

At the door of the pharmacy Debbie went to, there was a photo of Bellatrix sneering grimly.Several shops had their windows nailed down, including Florin's, where Roy remembered Draco buying her a box of chocolate ice cream last year.

"Did Ollivander be kidnapped by Voldemort?" Roy looked at the thick layer of gray gold letters on the signboard of the shop. When she said the name, the nearby wizards jumped up in fright and widened their eyes. Looking at Roy in horror, like someone who dared to say the name of the Dark Lord is an idiot.

"I think so... In the future, if someone wants to buy a wand, they can only go to other manufacturers, but no one is as good as Mr. Ollivander." Alan's tone was somewhat regretful, and then he glanced at the small roadside stall The sloppy wizard in the house, he was trying to sell the silver mascot to the Lowy family, when he met Allen's cold eyes, he immediately shrank his head back.

Roy looked back at the stained stalls curiously. Under the striped canopy, there was a cardboard signboard nailed in front of the stall—Amulet: Effective against werewolves, dementors, and Inferi.The little wizard was smiling maliciously at Roy, and she turned her head away quickly.

"Let's go to Madam Malkin's gown shop first, Debbie, you can try on clothes with Christina, and I'll go next door to Lihen Bookstore to buy new textbooks for her."

"Okay, Ellen." Debbie kissed him on the cheek.

At first glance, the robe shop seemed to be empty, but just as the door closed, Roy heard a familiar voice behind a row of green dress robes.

"I'm not a kid, Mom, I'm perfectly capable of going out and shopping by myself."

"Honey, I know you actually want to find the girl from the Lowy family, but no one should hang out alone now, it has nothing to do with whether you are a child or not."

A boy with platinum blonde hair stood behind the hanger. The beautiful dark green robe made his figure even taller and taller. The hem and cuffs were trimmed with shiny gold trim.He strode to the mirror and looked at himself carefully. After a while, he opened his gray-blue eyes in astonishment, because he saw Roy standing behind him in the mirror.

"Christina...it's great to see you." He turned and hugged Roy tightly in his arms, not caring that his mother was standing beside him.

Roy smiled, and put a light kiss on Draco's lips, "Me too, I miss you very much, Draco." This was probably the happiest thing in her whole day, which made her She had forgotten all the unpleasantness that had happened in the study that morning.

Draco stared at Roy, and the shop door rang again, and then he narrowed his gray-blue eyes slightly, the warmth in them disappeared, and they were filled with disgust.

Roy knew that someone must have come into the store that he hated very much, so Draco put on a sarcastic tone and said, "Christina, do you smell a strange smell here?"

She turned her head to the door of the store, and sure enough, she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"I don't think it's necessary to talk like that!" Madam Malkin hurried out from behind the coat hanger, tape measure in hand, and seeing Harry and Ron both drawing out their wands and pointing at Draco, added nervously, " Also, I don't want someone pulling out a wand in my shop!"

"Yeah, it's as if you dare to cast magic outside the school." Draco smiled with one corner of his lips curled up, watching the two of them prepare to attack coldly, not paying attention at all.

"Put them away," Narcissa slowly walked out from behind the hanger, and warned Ron and Harry, "If you dare to do anything to my son again, I will make you unable to move again."

"Really?" Harry showed no fear in the face of Narcissa, but took a step closer arrogantly, "Do you want to find some Death Eaters to kill us?"

Debbie frowned and said, "Is it Harry Potter? I heard Christina mention you."

Harry looked at Debbie, hesitated and replied, "Yes, ma'am."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you," Debbie said with a smile, looking back and forth between Harry's face and the wand in his hand, "However, I should warn you that what you just said is dangerous, I mean You shouldn't blame Mrs Malfoy, please put away your wand."

But Harry didn't put down his wand, and Narcissa's face was very ugly, "I can see that you mistakenly think that you are safe as Dumbledore's favorite student, Harry Potter, but Dumbledore will not always be with you Protecting you by your side."

"Yeah, he's not here right now, so why don't you give it a try? Maybe they'll find you a double cell in Azkaban with your failed husband!"

Roy's eyes widened, and she saw Draco angrily approaching Harry, grabbing him by the collar and shouting, "How dare you talk to my mother like that, Potter!"

"It's okay, Draco." Narcissa pressed his shoulders to prevent him from making any rude moves, "I think before I go to reunite Lucius, Potter will go to his dear godfather Sirius Reunited."

Harry raised his wand even higher, and he yelled through gritted teeth, "Your sister killed him! I'll make her pay!" Hermione kept urging Harry not to, but he obviously wouldn't listen.

Roy, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "I don't like the robes here very much." Her words stunned everyone, as if Roy had been choosing the robes carefully, and didn't notice the tense atmosphere in the store at all. .

Roy rubbed his chin, looked at Draco, and pretended to ask: "Draco, this robe doesn't seem to fit well."

Draco reacted quickly, he took off his robe and threw it at Harry's feet, "Mom, I don't want this dress anymore."

"You're right, Draco," Narcissa glanced at Hermione and Ron contemptuously, "We can get better ones at the Outfitters."

After leaving the store, Narcissa restrained her haughty attitude just now, and said to Roy and Debbie in a gentle voice, "Sorry, I made you laugh."

"No, it's okay." Debbie smiled and shook her head, "That kid named Harry Potter is talking too much."

At this time, Allen came out of Lihen Bookstore with a stack of books, and was a little surprised when he saw Narcissa and Draco, "Narcisha, what a coincidence, are you all right?"

Narcissa smiled wryly, "It's not that bad."

Allen nodded in understanding, glanced at Roy who was empty-handed, and followed them into the Tuofan tailoring store without asking any further questions.

After Roy picked out a few robes, she suddenly realized that Draco had gone somewhere.Narcissa was discussing gown styles with Debbie, apparently oblivious to the disappearance of her precious son.

Roy then left the store in a strange way, thinking she had made a wise decision to wear the invisibility cloak before going out.

She cast a directional spell on the short blond hair in the palm of her hand, and walked along the path on the left. She noticed that a store was different from other dull stores. It was very lively, attracting people like a fireworks display. eyeball.

Roy glanced at the number 93 on the house number, and squatted down involuntarily.

The shop windows are colorful and filled with all kinds of magical and magical goods. They are full of customers. Roy sees Fred and George in good spirits through the glass shop door. leather coat.It seemed they were doing well after leaving Hogwarts, although Lowy didn't know where the Weasleys got the money to open their shop in Diagon Alley.

She looked at it for a while before continuing on, and then Roy stopped at an intersection because the wand indicated a left turn, and that direction led to Knockturn Alley.

Four years ago she came out of the Leaky Cauldron and stumbled into that dangerous place, full of dark wizards with dragons and snakes.

Why did Draco sneak to Knockturn Alley?Was it something to do with what Voldemort ordered him to do?With these questions in mind, Roy stopped hesitating and walked quickly towards the dark alley.

Diagon Alley is depressed, and this street closely related to black magic is also empty. Going to buy/buy black magic products during this sensitive period will reveal your identity.

The wand's light faded in front of the biggest shop on the side street, where was Draco?Roy frowned at the gold lettering "Bojin-Bork Magic Shop" at the door, and carefully pushed open the gray glass door, trying not to leave fingerprints on it.

"Where does the wind come from?" Bojin squinted his eyes and muttered to the store door that opened automatically.

Draco frowned and stared at the door for a while, Roy was hiding among the boxes full of skeletons, for a moment she thought Draco had found her, but fortunately he turned his head back, looked at Bojin and continued: "Okay...do you know how to fix it?"

"Maybe," Borgin seemed unwilling to make a statement, "but I need to see it first. Why don't you bring it to the store?"

"I can't," Draco stroked a large black cabinet next to him, "it has to stay where it is, you just have to tell me how to fix it."

Bo Jin looked a little uneasy, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, I'm afraid it's hard to say, maybe there's nothing I can do about it, I can't guarantee anything..."

"Can't?" Draco chuckled with one corner of his lips curled up, and he pushed up his left sleeve, "Maybe it will give you more confidence."

When Bojin saw the Dark Mark on his left arm, his expression became very frightened. Draco approached him and said in a low voice, "If you dare to tell others, you will be overwhelmed. You know that Fenrir Graber Ke? He's a friend of our family, and he'll check on you from time to time to see if you're concentrating on solving this problem."

"There's no need..." Borgin said timidly, bending even lower.

"It's up to me." Draco rolled down his sleeves and smoothed out the creases. "Okay, I have to go. Don't forget to keep that thing safe for me. I'll need it."

"Don't you want to take it now?"

"No, of course not, you stupid dwarf, what do I look like walking down the street with it?" Draco said impatiently, "Just don't sell it."

Borgin bowed deeply to Draco and replied in awe, "Of course not... sir."

Draco didn't stay in the store any longer, he opened the store door, turned his head and finally asked: "Don't tell anyone, Bo Jin, including my mother, understand?" After speaking, he looked in Roy's direction Glancing at it, she was so frightened that she almost smashed the glass jar containing the poisonous spider, and walked out of the shop in three steps at a time.

"Of course, of course." Borgin bowed again.

After Draco left Borgin's shop, he looked around warily again, and then walked in a different direction from when he came.Roy followed without thinking. He walked so fast that Roy had to trot to keep up with him.

At a corner, Draco stopped, turned around and looked over, tentatively stretched out his hand.Roy didn't avoid it, and let the wand slowly lift off the cloak of invisibility on her body.

"Christina..." After confirming that the person who was following her was her, Draco's guarded expression disappeared, and he put his wand into the pocket of his robe, "It really is you."

"How do you know it's me?" Roy took off his cloak and blinked.

"When the store door opened, I smelled a familiar scent..." Draco wrapped his fingers around a strand of Roy's hair, sniffing greedily on the tip of his nose, "Your smell."

"Okay, what do you want Bojin to help you fix?"

Draco looked at her with a half-smile, "Guess."

"That big cabinet?" He nodded slightly, and Roy asked, "What is that?"

"It's the Vanishing Cabinet. Besides Bokin's, the other broken one is at Hogwarts." Seeing Roy staring at him unblinkingly, Draco sighed deeply and continued helplessly. Said, "Hogwarts is under very old magic, so you can't Apparate there, either going out or coming in."

Roy widened her beautiful blue eyes, "You want Death Eaters to come to school?" Draco quickly put his index finger on Roy's lips, and she continued in a low voice, "What Voldemort asked you to do is this?"

"Yeah." Draco replied briefly, turning his gaze to the side.

Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, if you are careful, there will be no danger... Why do you even keep this from your mother?"

"I don't want her to worry." Draco hugged Roy in his arms, his deep voice trembled slightly, which was caused by trying to restrain himself, "You know, the matter of Dad has exhausted her mentally and physically... Potter still said that kind of thing to her, I won't let Potter off so easily..."

Roy didn't speak, and the tip of her nose was sour. She patted Draco's back tenderly, hoping to comfort him, even a little bit.