[HP] Tsundere from afar

I've visited Luna, but I wouldn't have set foot in that dungeon asking for trouble if I'd known the repercussions were so unbearable and cowardly.

It seems to be using another way to separate me from Luna and the others.

Because I happily wanted to give some small cakes to Luna to taste, but when I walked to the dungeon, I found that there was no way to divide them equally, and there were four cakes in total——

And here are dozens of them.

Holding the little cake, I felt chills all over my body, watching these familiar or unfamiliar people stare at me maliciously.I suddenly understood where the missing wizards on the radio had gone, but I opened my mouth and was speechless.

"Hello, Eve." Luna was still indifferent, as if other people's scrutiny of me did not threaten our emotions at all. Her nearly silver hair was careless and a little rough, but she still smiled comfortably.

"Hello, Luna, Mr. Ollivander." I passed two of the cakes through a doorway. Luna took my cakes with her white hands and smiled calmly.

But the bunch of familiar people were not friendly to me, probably because the robes on me were too Death Eater-like.Some of my acquaintances looked at me as if they were looking at something disgusting. It was a bit like saying that they were the ones who were downcast, but in their eyes I seemed like a street mouse.

But I still desperately passed the other two cakes, after all, my skin is as thick as a sofa cushion.

I smiled awkwardly at the two Hufflepuffs I was familiar with: "A little cake just out of the oven."

These wizards looked at me a little warily, including those classmates I knew before. They looked at me as if they were looking at strangers, but I really haven't had plastic surgery!

The atmosphere was as awkward and grim as a funeral, and it made me feel like I was facing a pack of wild dogs ready to bite my hand off.This realization made me withdraw my hand subconsciously, but soon I handed it out, showing a Hufflepuff-style smile: "It's delicious."

Then I tilted my head and thought about it, and added: "It's very safe, not poisonous."

The atmosphere was still awkward, and I felt that the hands holding the small cakes were about to go numb, but the two small cakes were still sitting alone on my palm, very much like my lonely and restless inner activities.

"You don't need to pretend to be kind!" Someone finally muttered in the silence, the voice was weak but it was like a big stone thrown on the calm lake, which disturbed my heart a bit.

Some things happened unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

"I'm so sick of you, Eve Ruth!" A Gryffindor girl looked up at me, her red hair was very messy sticking to her face, her eyes were full of disgust for me.

"Hey, do you even know you're a Hufflepuff?" a wizard in my year called out to me, his words full of Hufflepuff-esque directness.

"I..." I raised my eyes to look at them, but soon I couldn't look at them again, because everyone looked like I was a traitor, a coward, and a deceiver.

I opened my mouth, but endless vicious words kept ringing in my ears——

"The cake is delicious, thank you, Eve."

Finally, Luna's ethereal voice sounded in the dungeon, with a soothing effect.Although everyone was still cursing, they all focused their attention on Luna. The moment I turned my head, I saw Luna smiling and tasting the little cake.

She gave me a kind smile, like an angel.

"Thanks, Luna."

I know she is helping me, but this kind of help really makes me feel a little guilty.Obviously those other wizards couldn't get rid of my vigilance because of Luna's actions, they were still staring at me, even though some of them were already swallowing their saliva when looking at the cake.

A certain depressive atmosphere prompted me to put the cake directly in the dungeon, and a kind of grievance that could not be understood or forgiven filled my chest.

I'm not a virgin in the first place, so staying any longer would be a fucking bitch.

"Nice to meet you." I was talking almost with a frozen face, and my smile at this time must have been injected with too much hyaluronic acid. "I hope that when we meet next time, everyone is still alive."

I know my way of expressing it is a bit weird, but in the end I escaped from this dungeon.Being wronged and cursed can't make me cry, but my heart feels a little heavy for no reason.Because there is only one life, I thought I was just cherishing life, why would I be despised like that?

I don't want to go to that dungeon anymore.

Walking on the stairs, I clenched my fists, feeling that I was making fun of myself just now. Thinking of this, I couldn't help slowing down, until I saw that the shadow under my feet was covered by another layer of shadow, and then I raised my head in surprise.

"Actually, I just reached out and pushed Miss Ruth down the stairs who was in a daze." Professor Snape was standing on the steps two blocks in front of me. He still had a sallow complexion and a huge hooked nose, coldly The tone of voice and the tone of mourning, with a classic venomous tongue.

You know, he was a rare visitor in Malfoy Manor.

"You walk like a troll."

It's as if we've all become more or less good-looking and stupid and ugly, and he's just as impartial as ever.This realization made me laugh out in relief: "Professor Snape."

He still looked at me so disgustingly, and raised his big nose, but I thought this scene was damn friendly, and he nodded not so friendly.Instead, he walked up the stairs side by side with me. This tall, thin and inarticulate professor walked beside me, giving me a strange sense of security.

In the corridor, quite a few Death Eaters passed us, nodding their heads.Later, when there was no one around, I suddenly thought of something, and subconsciously blurted out: "Professor, I have a question."

"I hope you won't belittle Hufflepuff's little wisdom by asking stupid questions," he said coldly, but didn't refuse my question.

But I am Hufflepuff, and I fumbled for my memory helplessly. After all, Professor Snape really used Avada Kedavra on Dumbledore at that time, although I didn't know anything afterwards.

I still tremblingly opened my mouth, as if he had caught me in class before: "Is he really dead?"

"Who?"

Facing Professor Snape's avatar gaze, I was a little terrified: "Principal."

"First of all, I am the headmaster now." Professor Snape glanced at me with a bit of disgust: "Perhaps you are a little disappointed that I am still alive."

Then Snape squinted his eyes a little sinisterly, and he looked around before frowning and staring at me, with a smile on his face: "Secondly, if you have some brains, you will turn over Looking for information about his death, Hogwarts even held a great funeral for him, and his own body is still lying moldy in a grave in the suburbs!"

Later, I felt that the atmosphere around me was getting colder and colder, and my neck seemed to be a little cold, so I quickly lowered my head and nodded like gnawing corn. After all, the way Snape looked at me at that time seemed to give Hufflepuff points.

"do not Cry."

Professor Snape's very blunt voice appeared above my head, he stuffed a slippery soft thing into my hand, and I raised my head in astonishment, there was no pear blossom or rain on my face at all.

"I do not……"

Professor Snape stretched out his hand and made a silent gesture to me, his black eyes seemed to hide endless secrets.I spread my hands, and what caught my eye was a long-lost blue hair tie.

Then I looked at the lost and recovered portkey with joy, and opened my mouth wide to be silently happy.So I sobbed and sobbed in a low voice, pretending to be weeping after being reprimanded by Professor Snape, and ran back to the bedroom with this miraculous acting skill, clutching my hair tie——

Behind him, Professor Snape held back some words that he still wanted to ask.Almost dumbfounded to watch it all, think Hufflepuff is so stupid (crossed off) stupid!

The moment I got the headband, I actually thought about running away.But when I miss the "Mentos" spell, I always think of Draco inexplicably, and finally I can only smirk and tie this headband around my arm and hide it under my clothes.

Clutching the tightly tied headband on my arm, as if it would give me a little bit of security.

Staying in the lair of the Death Eaters is actually not safe at all. I am fighting here with the goal of surviving, not with the goal of ending Voldemort's lair.

But being in this center of power, it's easy to know what's happened recently or where the plot is going.

For example, the Death Eaters recently discovered Ron's traces, but the kid escaped quickly and escaped unharmed, which made me wonder if Ron parted ways with Harry and the others.

Ron seems useless, but he is actually just covered up by Harry. The real Ron is as brave and righteous as the twins, although sometimes he is quite dull.In fact, I think his greatest role is to be a good friend of the savior. If Harry does not have Ron, maybe Harry really is nothing.After all, they slept for six full years, and boys' emotions are usually much more complicated than girls'.

Ok……

Wait a minute, who is Draco's roommate?

Everything is more bloody and violent than in the original book. I watched Bella or other confidants instead of Voldemort give various cruel orders without changing his face. I wanted to rush to stop each time, but all I could do was stay in my own Make a vase in its place.

As a result, I have been sitting on pins and needles recently, very similar to having hemorrhoids---

Actually I don't.

Enough, what's with Draco's slightly caring gaze.

One evening, after doing those useless exercises, I asked Bella about the dungeon.But she obviously didn't care about these things. Maybe all Bella cared about was when Voldemort would come back, and how crazy and infatuated she should be to greet him when he came back.

To be honest, I think there's something wrong with Bella---

There is a generation gap in aesthetics!

chasm!

"It has nothing to do with me." She smiled indifferently, like a crazy black-haired Barbie, "But you, why are you suddenly interested in those people?"

"They are my classmates." I said truthfully.

But this conversation was so unhealthy that Bella, the pervert, couldn't get the slightest interest. She waved her wand disdainfully: "Oh! Those mudbloods, mudbloods, have polluted Malfoy Manor with filth, filth!"

Well, Bella never cared about my feelings around her, even though I have been trained to block these words that are as powerful as lethal to me.

"If you use those classmates to practice the Cruciatus Curse, will the effect be better?" She suddenly said strangely, and her black eyeballs looked at me with an evil meaning.

"Absolutely not, then I won't need it." I shook my head without thinking, and showed a slightly blunt smile to Bella: "I wanted to persuade you to let them go at first."

Bella's eyes widened for a split second, and she raised her wand at me quickly.

"……I'm just kidding."

"be honest!"

She retracted her wand angrily, and lay down on the sofa not far away angrily.She is obviously a very energetic woman, but why is Bella always more vivacious than Gary?

An unwritten rule that is widely circulated among Death Eaters: Never talk to Bellatrix.Lestrange kidding, unless it's the master (or some shameless Hufflepuff).