The Love Story of HP Narcissa

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Trom transformed the leaves into tableware, and even washed them one by one with clear water at the request of Narcissa.Narcissa was very excited. Clear as water is indeed a spell that can only be learned in the fifth grade, but Trom knows it at the beginning of the semester, and uses it so well, she is very happy for him.

Trom lay down again not long after the two finished eating. Narcissa said he was a born lazy bone, and Trom cheekily agreed.

They like to chat about all kinds of things from all over the world, and the different growing environments leave them with a lot of topics to chat about.However, they have already talked about many things in the past two years.But now they can talk about more private topics because of the change in their relationship.For example, the other party's first love.

"If I had to count it, it would have been when I was in elementary school, when I was about eight years old."

Trom habitually rested his head with his arms, his eyes were full of melancholy when recalling the past, and he murmured while staring at the sky.

"primary school?"

Narcissa asked again.

"Don't you go to primary school? Where did you learn to write and read as a child?"

Trom was also shocked by this.

"At home. If the parents are busy, there are usually a few portraits available."

Trom pursed his lips, seeming a little envious.Their home only has photos, and the people in those things won't communicate with you.

"Anyway, I fell in love with a little Muggle girl at that time, so I decided to write her a love letter."

He paused to look at Narcissa, as if worried that she might be offended at hearing him mention liking another girl.But he obviously worried too much, Narcissa would not be jealous of a Muggle girl whose name he didn't know, so he continued talking.

"I wrote a letter that day, which was actually a note because it didn't even have an envelope. I handed it to her and waited anxiously for her reply. She came back after a while and returned the note. Give it to me, and let me take a good look at it.”

"So that's how you guys got on?"

Narcissa asked curiously.

"Unfortunately not... But I felt the same way when I got the item. I thought she wrote me a reply directly on the paper. But when I opened the note, she just corrected my misspelled word... ...The most embarrassing thing is that I misspelled her name, maybe because I was nervous, I wrote it in reverse order..."

The two laughed at the same time.Narcissa seemed to see an eight-year-old little Trom, how sad and annoyed he was when he saw the letter with his chubby face collapsed.

"What about you? It's your turn, Sissy, why did you fall in love with a little boy?"

Trom leaned over and interrupted Narcissa's reverie.He rested his head on Narcissa's lap, held her left hand and looked straight at her.This intimate move made Narcissa feel a little nervous, and she mustered up the courage to start telling her story in a very low voice.

"I'm older than you for several years. My tutoring is very strict, and I rarely interact with children of the same age except my family. I rarely go out, and almost all my childhood was spent in a building."

"Oh……"

Trom let out a sigh of sympathy, as if he couldn't imagine the days like being in prison.He put Narcissa's hand to his lips and pecked lightly, and the other party replied with a relieved smile.

"I received the admission letter late, and I was very nervous at that time. After all, my sisters always like to talk about their homework and classmates, and everyone in the family also went to school at Hogwarts. I was worried that if I If you don't receive the notice, you will be expelled from the family, and you will never see your parents again, you know I always like to think about something..."

Trom sat up. It seemed that Narcissa's story was more tragic, which made him embarrassed to lie down and listen.

"But fortunately, I received the notice without any suspense, so I will go to Diagon Alley with my sisters to buy stationery. It was a Saturday and there were many people. I got separated from my family, so I was alone in the Wandering around Diagon Alley. I met a big boy, he was two years older than me, with gentle blue-gray eyes... He saved me and sent me to the destination I was going to. Since then, his figure has been I can't get it out of my head..."

Narcissa looked at Trom, who was sitting next to her, within reach.Their hands were tightly held together, and at that moment Narcissa felt a feeling of happiness like tears.Her voice became a little choked, but she still wanted to finish her story.

"His name is Tromso Crouch, and that person is you..."

Trom moved closer to her, and their foreheads were lightly pressed together.He stroked Narcissa's face as he had done when he first kissed her.He kissed her lips, and gently opened her teeth... Narcissa's tears flowed down like she couldn't stop, even though she didn't understand why she was crying...

"We won't eat garlic bread next time honey..."

Narcissa laughed through tears.

Narcissa's daily life

She's quite timid...but she's still stubborn and won't allow anyone to tell her...

-------From Tromso's frank evaluation of his girlfriend Narcissa

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Narcissa never imagined that time could pass so fast! Her daily life now revolves around Trom. Trom has the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination this year, and his history of magic scores are exceptionally poor.Fortunately, Narcissa is very good at this, so she brought all of Trom's history of magic textbooks (he wouldn't read them anyway) and copied the key points one by one for him to recite.

Whenever this time, Trom would take the opportunity to shirk by reviewing Defense Against the Dark Arts class.It's a pity that this method has never been successful. According to Narcissa, he doesn't need to review this class at all, and he has to spend time reviewing other subjects.

"Ah! What the hell are these things! Is it MacPhail again? Didn't he invent the hair-removing spell? How did he get involved in the giant war again?"

Trom lay on the table annoyed, and looked at Narcissa sitting on his left with pitiful eyes, as if he thought that he would not have to worry about these annoying homework anymore.

"It was John McPhail who invented the hair-removing spell. It was Dominique MacPhail who played an important role in the Giant War. They are not alone, but it is not ruled out that they are related by blood."

Andromeda was sitting diagonally across from Trom, writing a dissertation on Potions.Hearing Trom's complaint, she opened her mouth to explain to him without raising her head.

"There is also Doug MacPhail, who was the Minister of Magic from 1858 to 1865, and he was very reliable. At that time, the Muggle Parliament was very turbulent, but the Ministry of Magic experienced a pleasant period of calm."

Orlando's voice came from another diagonally opposite Trom.He also became a prefect this year, perhaps because of this, his parents bought him expensive bright vision potions, so this year Orlando can be regarded as taking his big scary eyes down.To Narcissa's surprise, the other party had a handsome face behind his eyes. Coupled with his quiet temperament and knowledge, he was quite attractive.Donna often followed Orlando now, and she kept watching him giggle as the best evidence.

"Merry, how do you remember this?"

Trom looked at the two people opposite him with a look of monsters.wrong!He doesn't even look at monsters like this.

"My surname is McMillan, and I'm pretty similar to McPhail."

"By the way! I also know a Muggle long-distance runner named McPhail! And more! McDonald's also starts with Mc!"

Donna, who was sitting directly opposite Trom, said excitedly.

"Who is McDonald's?"

Ando turned to ask her interested, and Donna happily explained to her.Trom grabbed his hair vigorously after hearing this, he was completely confused by them now!Originally, he more or less remembered a surname, but now he doesn't even have a surname!What's the man's last name, MacMillan?No damn Orlando's last name!Trom hit the table with his forehead helplessly, looking like he was about to collapse...

Narcissa stretched out her hand to comfort him in a funny way, Trom pitifully grabbed Narcissa's hand and rubbed it against his face.The eyes of the two faced each other, and the three people who had been noisy on the opposite side closed their mouths tacitly at the same time and looked down at their own books...

Saturday.

Narcissa got up early in the morning, and felt a gust of cold wind blowing her face as soon as she stepped out of the lounge.It was raining non-stop outside the castle, and the dark clouds were very low.The oppressive atmosphere made Narcissa feel a little worried. Today was the day of the Gryffindor Quidditch trials, and she promised Trom to watch it, so she stepped into the damp air without hesitation.

Those students who like Quidditch will not stop coming because of the rainy weather. Of course, there will be a bunch of "family members"... There are many people at the Quidditch field, but a large part of them are girls .Compared with Quidditch, the boys in the school team are probably the motivation for them to get up in the cold weather.

Narcissa found a stand with few people and sat down. Trom was very prominent in the stadium. Narcissa saw him at a glance. At this moment, he was turning his head and looking around constantly.Apparently, there are many people who know him, many girls are greeting him, and he even smiled and waved to them one by one to reply! So Narcissa sat quietly on purpose, and when Trom finally found her, she He also pretended not to see it and looked away.

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