[HP Draco] Attendant

Chapter 8 chapter·00

Under the crying of her parents, Madeleine re-entered St. Mungo's. The last time she entered was a year ago. When she first returned home, the Bocks and his wife sent her there for a medical examination with blushing eyes. come out.At that time, everyone present was cast with secrecy magic at the request of the Ministry of Magic who came over.

So far, Madeleine still doesn't know the results of her physical examination.

This time the Boks went in crying (of course, it was an exaggeration), but they still came out with red eyes.St. Mungo tested her brain again and again, and gave her several bottles of potions, and finally deduced that Madeleine was in good spirits and was not overly affected by those memories.

The advice they gave was to eat well, sleep well, and take a good rest, because this kind of thing is quite common among those born with Legilimency.

When Madeleine came out of St. Mungo's, she solemnly delivered her own speech: "I will never tell my godfather any of my secrets! Never again!"

All I got was a sentence from Mr. Bork: "First of all, you have to learn Occlumency well."

Mr. Burke is indeed irritating, especially when Madeleine is desperate to discover that he is telling the truth.

When Madeleine got home, she angrily ran into her room with all the books related to Occlumency.

When she came out again, she announced with a high face that she had sacrificed her time studying magical animals (potion ingredients) and learned Occlumency, and when Snape came next time, she would be a teacher!

After listening to Mrs. Bok, she expressed her moved words: "I really hope so, child. It's just a pity... From your words, I can tell that you haven't taken Occlumency seriously at all, have you? "

Madeleine: "...you don't have to understand it logically one by one, mother."

Mr. Bork laughed, and was stared at by Madeleine. She muttered and went to the study again. This time she had a complete collection of broomsticks in her hand.When the Borks saw the book in her hand, they even sighed a few words. Madeleine really cares about Draco. In exchange for Madeleine's puzzled eyes: "What's the matter with him?"

"Oh, I misunderstood, I thought you would remember, dear, Draco's birthday is next week." Mrs. Bork reminded tactfully, Madeleine held the book under her arm, and replied after a moment of silence : "I'm going to be the best gift."

"Well, I believe the young master won't want to hear this." Mrs. Bork sighed and stood up again: "Madeleine, this is your only friend's birthday."

Madeleine showed a terrified expression, as if she was friends with a troll: "What are you talking about, mother? Friends?"

"Madeleine."

"I don't need a friend—especially one who's more self-righteous than me!"

"I'm glad you are like a child in this regard, but you know, self-righteousness is not a good thing." Mrs. Bork said with a smile, and Madeleine straightened her back: "I have the capital to be self-righteous."

"Well, you're right." Mrs. Bok unexpectedly agreed with this, and Madeleine went on to say: "I don't think they are friends. He only treats me as a follower at most. When I went out with him last time , that’s how he introduced me to his friends.”

"That's because he is shy." Mr. Bork said, and added: "Madeleine, you must prepare a gift—even if he is not your friend, he is also the heir of the Malfoy family."

"Okay, okay——I want a sweeper, father." Madeleine hinted carefully, and Mr. Bork picked up the teacup and nodded: "Not bad, you can buy two sweepers, as far as I know You know, Lucius hasn't bought Draco a broom yet."

"I don't want to use the same kind of broom as him!"

"Madeleine, don't act like a child when you meet Draco, I mean, a normal child." Mr. Burke shook his head, waved his hand, and the book Madeleine was carrying flew to him "But what do you buy a broom for? You're 6 years old, and you're 7 in October—you can buy a toy broom."

"Draco doesn't need a broom, he's only 5 years old, and he's going to be 6 next week! And toy brooms, if you think that kind of broom that can almost keep your feet off the ground can satisfy me, then I will definitely make a wayward broom." Missy." Madeleine retorted, and Mr. Bork nodded: "I'm glad you finally learned to talk back when you were halfway through six years old, so why the broom?"

"I just want to experience the feeling of flying, my dear father." Madeleine replied, and Mr. Bork took a sip of tea and put down the teacup: "The broom... It reminds me of bad memories."

"If you're talking about him, let him go, he's already dead." Mrs. Bork rolled her eyes, and she didn't want to continue the topic: "His child is still at the Muggle's house, living without knowing anything! "

"Yes, yes, he was pathetic. But I'll never forget what he did to Severus, he never let him go! At least not in school! With his nasty friends— "

"Enough, don't say this in front of the children!" Mrs. Bork might be really angry, she stared at Mr. Bork closely, and then said: "You don't want her to know."

"Know what?" Madeleine craned her neck in some confusion, looked at them and asked.Mr. Bork was a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands: "No, there are no children. There will be a broom, you can go back to your room first-think about what to wear next week."

Madeleine left the dining table and listened outside the door for a while. The passages of "Poor Lily", "Harry Potter", "The Man Who Can't Name", "Savior" and "Brother" came intermittently from inside. Madeleine felt that she should know something. She racked her brains and tried to search her memory again, but she could only vaguely find out a few things.

She returned to the room and called Jager, who was wearing shabby clothes and looked at her with big eyes: "What are your orders, my respected little master."

"What I'll tell you next, don't tell others." Madeleine ordered solemnly, because Jager is already her own elf, so she thinks there are some things, so she can only tell Jager: "Including my parents—in short, no one can tell."

"I understand." Jager replied, and continued: "I will keep what the little master told me forever secret."

Madeleine coughed, and finally confirmed one thing: "You will use Occlumency to never let this memory leak out."

Jager was a little nervous at this time, maybe because he didn't know why Madeleine knew that he knew Occlumency, but he still replied: "I swear, my little master."

His big ears fluttered. Although Madeleine was still worried, she had to tell someone, otherwise she might even forget about her godfather——

"Severus Snape will be killed by Voldemort because of the ownership of the wand." Madeleine told her what she knew (Jacger's body trembled when he said the name Voldemort ), she took another deep breath, and reminded: "You must remember this, and tell me when you think it is appropriate."

"I understand, little master." Jager has the basic qualities of a house elf. After Madeleine explained the matter clearly, she squatted down slightly and gave Jager a hug: "Thank you, Jager, for being here At this point, I can only trust you."

"My little master—my little master!" Jage panicked, and then added: "I will dirty you! I will dirty you!"

Margaery immediately let go of her hand, comforted her, and said, "There is one more thing, Jager, when I thank you, don't be so nervous."

"No, no, it's impossible—Master, master, you are my little master!"

Madeleine decided not to continue arguing with him on this matter. When Jager returned to normal, he handed Madeleine a letter. The wax seal on the letter was a little crooked, but Madeleine knew that it was the Malfoy family. sent.

Madeleine opened it, and half of it was Draco's nonsense, like he went to the dragon's habitat and saw the dragon under the protection of a few wizards, like he had a handful of comets— This made Madeleine want to tear up the flamboyant words, and finally, she tore up the letter because Malfoy laughed at her for not learning Occlumency.

Madeleine took a deep breath and asked Jager to take out the pen and paper. She wrote a few vicious speeches on it viciously, almost tearing the letter paper.Jager had to find a new piece of letter paper for Madeleine. Madeleine calmed down and replied politely.

[Hello, bastard Draco:

I have received your letter. It is a pity that you have a broom, which makes me have to reconsider my gift to you. What do you think, how about I go to your birthday party?I think this is the best gift, you are welcome.

Not at all wishing to bless your Madeleine. 】

Madeleine gave Jager the letter, asked him to send the letter to the owl shed, and asked him to tell Mr. Burke that Draco had just bought a broom and couldn't wait to share this information with her.

Madeleine sighed and buried her head in her arms. In fact, there were other important things, but she didn't dare to talk too much to Jager. Seeing Jager's trembling when he heard Voldemort's words, Madeleine Lynn knew that it must not be a good thing to have the memory of those 26 years.

Even the house-elves didn't like that name.

Madeleine slowly closed her eyes, hoping that she would forget that memory as soon as possible. From the very beginning, that memory was a burden to her—whether it was her own memory or someone else's.

Madeleine squinted on the table for a while, and after waking up, she had to think about what gift to give Draco.If Draco wasn't a bloody Malfoy, she'd go shopping with her parents for some normal kid's presents - but alas, he's a Malfoy, which means he's got everything.

Madeleine had to get dressed the day before Draco's birthday, under the sun, and went to Diagon Alley with Mrs. Bork.

Then she met Draco there.

"I received your last letter—if I had known that you were going to give me a broom, I wouldn't have asked my father to buy it for me." Draco said, raising his head slightly again: "So, you Just come directly, and I will forgive you for not preparing a gift for me."

Madeleine: "..."

Draco: "I'm here today to choose a gift for myself in advance - what are you doing here?"

Madeleine: "Bought a birthday present for you little white eye."

The way Madeline gritted her teeth made Mrs. Bork and Mrs. Malfoy laugh, and Mrs. Malfoy touched Madeleine's head in a friendly manner under Draco's somewhat embarrassed expression: "Trust me, child, you just come The best gift ever."

The author has something to say:

Speed ​​up a bit. There are not many accidents that can be written about childhood, and I will never write about childhood sweethearts (?