[HP] The Last Demon King

Although Eridins had already discussed it with Malfoy, Malfoy didn't seem to give up on saving money. February [-]th was the day when students from the second grade and above went to Hogsmeade. Malfoy didn't like Spending money everywhere as usual, not even Honeydukes Candy Store could pull a Galleon out of his pocket.When the sky began to drizzle, he took Eridins to Madame Puddiffe's teahouse and sat down.

The teahouse was small, whether it was because of Valentine's Day or always, everything was decorated with ruffles or bows, and the color was mainly pink, which reminded Eredinth of Umbridge's office.

"The girls at school like it here, what do you think?" Malfoy said.

"Unique taste." Eridins looked at the frilly and pale pink lace tablecloth on the table.

Malfoy on the opposite side suddenly smiled, and there was a hint of smugness in that smile, "I knew you wouldn't like such a vulgar attire, I brought you here just to let you try the Timbula tea here."

As the owner of the shop, Paddife squeezed between the two tables with difficulty. She was fat and combed her shiny black hair, and said, "What do you two order?"

"Two cups of Timbula tea." Malfoy sat cross-legged, leaned back on the soft sofa back, and said to Paddifu in a different indifferent tone from when he faced Eredins.

At this time, many people entered Mrs. Puddife's teahouse one after another to avoid the rain. They were all sitting together sweetly holding hands in pairs. When Payne and a brown-haired girl in the fourth grade entered Walking towards the empty table next to Eridings at the back of the teahouse, they soon spotted Eridings and Malfoy.

He smiled flatteringly at Eridings: "Miss Eridings, hey, Draco, you are here too, can we sit here?"

Malfoy looked at Eridings, who nodded slightly, and Penn got a look of excitement on his face, then suppressed it, and sat down with his female companion.

The fourth-year Slytherin made a timid bow to Eridins behind Payne, and followed Payne to the next table.

Eridins didn't have much impression of her. Although she was good-looking, her temperament was not outstanding, and she seemed timid.

"Penny Forsyth, she's a half-breed." Malfoy got up from the back of the sofa, leaned forward and leaned on the table, and explained to Eridins.

At this moment, Paddifu brought up the black tea they ordered. The tea soup, which was close to red, was clear and bright. A bright green mint leaf floated on the tea soup, rippling slightly in the exquisite ceramic cup, and the tea aroma and heat were steaming together. , making people feel comfortable and lazy.

"Is this your first time drinking black tea?" Malfoy said confidently. "My dad said that your family only drinks coffee, you should try black tea, you will like it."

Eridins took a sip under Malfoy's expectant sight. Different from the bitterness of coffee, the black tea recommended by Malfoy has no astringency, and the taste is lighter and sweeter. smell.

"How is it?" Malfoy looked at her expectantly and said, "This is a new tea just harvested in January. Only Timbula tea from January to March is the best in a year. As soon as I heard that Puddifu has a new tea I'll bring you here."

"It's delicious." Eridins nodded and took another sip, and Malfoy looked at her drinking tea with a satisfied expression.

Malfoy picked up the black tea and took a sip. He held the cup and looked at the glass windows blurred by water vapor, and said in a low voice, "Look, how quiet the street is."

There was actually nothing to look out of the window at this moment, but Eridins knew what he meant.

"Yes."

Not a single Dementor, and in the year Black escaped, Hogsmeade, even Hogwarts was full of Dementors, and now ten heinous Azkaban fugitives are out on the loose, and the streets are full of them. Not even a Dementor in sight.

"Things are going well." The corner of Malfoy's mouth raised a smile in the slowly rising heat of the black tea.

Back at school in the afternoon, after having dinner in the auditorium, Eridins was about to go back to the Slytherin cellar, when she was suddenly stopped by a soft shout, and Potter stood in an unobtrusive corner, a little nervous looked at Aridins intently.

Granger and Weasley stood a little further away from him, watching his surroundings, as if they were helping him on sentry.

Coming out of the auditorium with her, Malfoy, who happened to be standing next to her, also spotted Potter, his face became stinky and hard almost immediately, he stared at Potter coldly and said viciously: "Look Did you get the report, Potter? You have to be careful about the people around you, be careful that they will all become like your parents." He pointedly looked at Weasley and Granger in the distance.

Potter was obviously irritated, but he didn't get angry, but retorted coldly: "I should tell you this, I still have many people who care about me, but what if your parents died because of doing things for Voldemort? That's a high risk Occupation, Malfoy, can you find someone other than your parents who really cares about you? I don't think so."

"You..." Malfoy's face flushed with anger, and he was about to retort when Eridins stopped him, "Stop it."

She wrote to Malfoy: "You go back first."

Aridins walked towards Potter, but Potter didn't speak to her immediately, but continued to stare at Malfoy, who was standing where he was.

Malfoy glanced at Eridins, then at Potter with hatred, and turned away with a livid face.

After Malfoy left, Potter spoke to Eridins, and he said straight to the point: "I met Rita Skeeter this afternoon...do you know her, she used to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet, She wrote the report on the Triwizard Tournament."

Aritins nodded, and Potter continued, "I told Rita everything about that day."

"Because I thought—" Potter was afraid that Eridins would only listen to the first half of the sentence, so he added anxiously: "If I just skip you, the Death Eaters will suspect you instead, so I put your I told Rita about it too—of course I didn't tell you about it. Would you—would you be angry?"

Aridins shook her head, and Potter looked relieved.

"Do they all know? About the Parseltongue." Eridings looked at Weasley and Granger who were watching from afar, and they looked at Eridings and Potter from time to time. Full of vigilance and distrust, as if Aridins could swallow Potterson if they didn't pay attention.

"Yes...sorry, I can't hide it from them...they're my best friends," Potter said guiltily.

"It's okay." Eridins asked: "Does the Order of the Phoenix have any plans recently? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't know. They even hid it from me and didn't tell me anything." Potter looked disappointed.

Aridins was silent for a while, then re-wrote: "If I were you," Potter looked up at her, and Aridins met his light green eyes with a steady expression, "even if they took me Shut it out, I will use other channels to find out what they are planning, after all-"

She paused and continued: "You are the one who should know the truth."

When Aridins returned to the boys' prefect's dormitory, she was greeted with a foul face.

"Hmph, are you finished?" Malfoy sat at the table with folded arms, anger burning under his cold face.

"Don't be angry." Eridins walked up to him, took the initiative to sit on him and put her arms around Malfoy's neck.

"If your father found out about your relationship with Potter, have you thought about the consequences?" Malfoy's face was still like a sewer stone, smelly and hard, but he didn't take Eredins from him. push away.

"The Dark Lord knows."

"What?" Malfoy's body moved a lot on the chair, and the gaze he had been unwilling to fall on Eridings's face suddenly looked into Eridings' eyes.

"The Dark Lord knows, I told him."

"So you're approaching Potter because you want information from him?"

Eridins nodded.

"You didn't tell me at all! I asked you if you approached Potter to get information from him, and you told me no!" said Malfoy.

"When?"

"One night, right here! I asked you if you were approaching someone to get inside, and you told me you didn't." Malfoy said angrily.

"I'm not the one who approached Potter just to get inside."

"Enough." Malfoy's face changed, "Is it fun to play word games with me?"

Eridins looked at him for a moment, then wrote, "I'm sorry."

Malfoy put his arms around her and whispered, "Don't hide it from me, I can help you."

"Potter is wary of you..."

"It's not a reason, you shouldn't hide it from me, you shouldn't let me see you and other men in the dark..." He swallowed the last part of the sentence, but Eridins still recognized his words Lonely and wronged.

"What will you do if I date other women without telling you?" He pouted and said very dissatisfied.

"Nothing to do." Eridins replied quietly. Malfoy froze for a moment, then looked at Eridens angrily with wide-eyed eyes: "Nothing to do? I'm going to kiss and hug others Doesn't it matter?!"

Eridins looked at him fixedly, and there was something dangerous in that gaze, which made Malfoy feel terrified for a moment.

"I won't let other people use the things I used, if you hug someone, kiss someone..." Her cold finger brushed Malfoy's lips, and didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but Malfoy I still feel that my body is cold, as if the parts that do these things are no longer there.

"You are mine, even if one day you don't belong to me...you can't belong to anyone else."