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

In the darkness, she felt herself sinking continuously, the scalding lake water seeped into every pore of her body, and the moist air was filled with the smell of water lilies.

She waved her hands wildly, and then grabbed an arm, slender and strong, and she held it tightly in her arms.She raised her head and saw a pair of familiar and gentle gray-blue eyes, calming her tense nerves like countless nights before.

She woke up suddenly.

The wall under the moonlight was dazzlingly white. In front of the bed was an empty desk, and opposite the desk was an equally empty wardrobe.In the light of the moon, she could see two half-packed suitcases on the ground, effectively reminding her that this was not Hogwarts, nor her home in London, but Paris, five hundred kilometers away.

She wakes up in the middle of the night alone, without her parents around, and I don't have a single friend.

A gust of cold wind blew over from the open door, and Roy shivered.The half-read "Blood and the Grave" by the bed turned the pages untimely, which sounded creepy in the silent night.

She sat up abruptly and stuffed the book under the pillow.

The alarm clock says three/thirty in the morning.She rubbed her eyes, staring at the half-closed door in front of her.With the wind, it began to move tremblingly again, as if there was an invisible hand behind it, slowly pushing it away inch by inch.

Roy couldn't remember if he had locked the door before going to bed.When she tried to remember, she found that she couldn't remember anything before.Including how she came to this apartment, how to unpack and tidy the room... She doesn't even have the memory of washing and changing into pajamas.It was as if she had just arrived in Paris with her luggage through the fireplace, and she was already lying on the bed.When is it dark?She didn't have the impression she should have at all.It was as if, from the moment she left home and came to Paris, when she chose to abandon the past and walk into a new and strange world, all the memories of the past, everything she had with someone, were in the air evaporated completely.

Roy slowly climbed out of bed, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and approached the extremely suspicious door a little bit.

The wind was stronger, and the door was pushed open by a palm's distance, revealing the blurred light of the corridor, and then it slammed into it quickly, making a deafening loud noise.

Roy regained his composure, and reached out his hand to the metal doorknob amidst the echoes on the walls.The slippery and cold feeling soaked into the palm of her hand, and she realized that her hands were covered with sweat.In the dead of night, in this completely unfamiliar place, her panic was undeniable.

For a long period of time, Roy was terrified of the stairs in the basement of his home, which spiraled deep, tossed and turned, and he couldn't see his fingers.She always imagined that behind the smell of decay, in the middle of absolute darkness, there would be a horrible ghost, and it was there, hiding in the invisible corner of the stairs.

This kind of imagination has become her nightmare for a long time.

At that time, she always hated the basement, and ran quickly even if she had to pass by.Waking up from a nightmare, holding my own pillow and blanket to knock on the door of my parents/mom, Ellen and Debbie would always hold her hand and comfort her until she fell asleep again.When she was less than one meter tall, she was easily shy and often timid. When she saw strangers, she hid in her mother's arms, holding her father's little finger, wearing a pink dress, and trying to raise her head to listen to adults' incomprehensible conversations .Soft blond hair, clear eyes, slender arms, and an ethereal life.

Roy opened his eyes, stood up from the cold water, and walked out of the bathtub dripping wet.

In the mirror, her skin was snow-white, maybe a bit too white, and it looked a little transparent under the light, and the dense blood vessels under the transparent skin could be clearly seen.She was drenched, dripping from her long hair, from her chin, her elbows, her fingertips.Standing naked/naked, Roy looked like a female ghost drowned in a nightmare pond.

She took a towel to dry herself off, then lifted the quilt to see Kuroro still curled up in bed sleeping.The heart softened all of a sudden, and he stroked its head lightly.

Roy opened the curtains, and dusk enveloped Paris. She opened the window and took a deep breath.The birds chirping at four o'clock in the morning is also very fresh and cool, as clean as slightly frozen milk, spotless.

Today, my mood suddenly became lighter, and I felt that I was protected in a transparent bubble, but there was a distance, as if no one's affairs had anything to do with Roy, and she was neither happy nor sad.

Paris is a wonderful city. When Roy walked on the banks of the Seine, he could even smell the smoke of philosophy and political speculation in the Renaissance, the blood of the Great Revolution, and the fragrance powder behind the fan of the lady's salon.

After wandering around the world of muggles for a while, she still turned to the magic street in France to buy quills and letter paper. She wanted to tell Ellen and Debbie that she was fine in France so that they would not worry about herself.

There is a street named Christine in Paris. In the alley at the end of the street, there is a lovely greenhouse.It's so small that people don't realize when there is a flower shop here, but it can't be ignored, as if everything in this small house named "CC" is here for granted.

Everyone said that the hostess of this flower shop had a face kissed by God, and some curious people ran to the door of the flower shop to look around.

"She's not here," said the little old lady next door in a floral apron, squinting. "Miss C is not here."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know, maybe it's for dessert. Miss C likes crepes very much, but maybe it's for sending flowers. When she's in a good mood, she will deliver them herself."

There are many people coming and going on Christine Street every day, and Roy can only remember a few people. Mrs. Michel next door loves hyacinths. There will always be ladies who live nearby to buy some flowers in the morning. People prefer roses, while others are obsessed with irises.Occasionally, a shy boy would buy a bouquet of red roses for his favorite girl.

She feels that life is very fulfilling, and she also feels very happy. She has a cat, nests in the rocking chair, basks in the sun and enjoys afternoon tea. The day passes, and in the evening, she may go to a tavern in a secluded path for a drink.

Compared with the UK, it is very stable here. The French Daily Prophet will always report on the current situation in the UK, but there is always no good news.

The sky was as clear and blue as the forget-me-nots. Roy threw aside a letter from England and rubbed Kuroro's ears, "Are you homesick baby?"

The author has something to say: three updates in one breath, because I have changed jobs, and I will be busy in the next few days, so I may not have the time and energy to update.