novelraw Chapter 153 Chapter 153
Chapter 153 Chapter 153
Freedom from the supervision of the father.
After all, they were just a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old kids together.Without the constraints of adults, we are still in the safest place in the troubled times, and we can't think of anything else except carnival.
Although I can be said to be the most sensible of this group of children, I should make good use of this opportunity and continue to train and discuss to prepare for the next big battle.But after going through so much hardship and so much tiredness, seeing the relaxed smiles on everyone's faces after knowing that my father was gone, I thought I'd better forget it.
How do you say that?
You may not succeed if you work hard, but if you don't work hard, it will definitely make you happy.
I was not born with a motivated temperament, and it is only forced by life to be able to get to this day. Now that I have the opportunity to play, why not play?
So, I started to hold an extremely grand Christmas party in my big mansion - only me and eight other people attended, but as the current head of the pure-blood dark wizard family, the only one of the Ferris family Girl, Voldemort's most admired subordinate, I must get the job done.
Lighting, dresses, music, venues, all of which are indispensable!
Nunu, as the most commonly used house elf, was dizzy from top to bottom, from inside to outside, for our party.
And from time to time, he squatted in a corner and sobbed softly, muttering: "The master will kill Nunu... The master will kill Nunu..."
I was immersed in the excitement and happiness, and I didn't have the spare time to care about the mental state of this little elf. I just want to organize the party and have a good time.
The entire mansion is a venue for parties, and Nunu spent the whole day decorating it perfectly. I put on my most shining dress, put on the most exquisite makeup, and walked to the hall. People have already changed their clothes and stood together respectfully and gracefully waiting for me.
"How was it? Your first day at Ferrez's house?" Looking at the scene in front of me, I didn't hide my haughty expression, and walked between them with my chin raised.
"It's really great! Sofina! I've never been to this kind of party before!" The short-haired girl wore the dress I gave her, happily came over and took my arm, "Your house is really nice Big! What a style!"
I snorted proudly: "Of course! I'm Ferrez!"
At this party, my vanity was satisfied in the greatest sense. I was not popular in school before, and I didn't have many friends, so I didn't go to any parties.This time, I really felt the joy of playing with this group of "peers".
Because of the financial support, this nine-person party was very successful, and the carnival lasted until the early hours of the morning because I drank too much wine and fell on the sofa unbearably.
The others were not much better either. Some of their coats were covered with oil stains or cream on the cake, and some of their floor-sweeping dresses were trampled to pieces. They were all lying here and there in every corner of the hall, unconscious.
One can tell at a glance that this is a group of rebellious kids who go crazy when their parents are not at home.
The sky is slightly bright, and our side has just fallen asleep, and someone on the other side has already opened their eyes.
Draco stood on the window sill of his room, looking into the distance, thinking about something alone, with a very solemn expression.
"Draco, are you awake?" There was a knock on the door outside the room, it was Narcissa.
Hearing his mother's voice, Draco withdrew his gaze from afar, turned around and walked out of the balcony
Narcissa did not hear a response, and was still hesitating at the door, startled by the sudden opening of the door.
Draco stood in front of his door and looked at Narcissa indifferently, and Narcissa looked at him.
Draco had grown up, and he had grown taller, and now she needed to look up even when he saw Draco.She saw the fatigue and vicissitudes on her son's face, and understood how much he resisted these things in his heart, but doting could not make Draco see the cruelty of the world clearly.
Narcissa sighed: "Go to the living room, your father is waiting for you there."
The dark corridor made Draco a little out of breath, he followed Narcissa silently, he didn't want to see his father - Lucius Malfoy.
Since he attended the Dark Lord's meeting last time, his father seemed to be a different person, no longer elegant, no longer proud.
Lucius began to drink heavily, and he didn't care about his appearance. He sat at home with disheveled hair and lost his temper with him and his mother every day.Draco once thought that his father's aristocratic education was engraved in his bones, and nothing could destroy him, break him...
But the Dark Lord's methods and oppression were too powerful, and he ruined Lucius Malfoy.
Walking to the living room, Draco found three people there, one standing, one kneeling, and one lying down.
The blond man standing there with a glass of wine in his hand was his father, Lucius, and the other two... Draco couldn't see their faces clearly, he could only see that these two were covered in injuries and had already Dying, and the kneeling girl rolled herself into a ball, crying in pain.
"Draco, you're here." Lucius glanced at Draco, his body and expression hardly moved, but his long mouth grew, "This is the person they sent over last night."
Lucius was up all night again last night.
"I said it was your friend, so I sent it here for you to deal with." Lucius looked at the two with a cold tone.
"Friends?" Draco took two steps forward suspiciously, and began to look at them carefully.
It was obvious that these two people were either Muggles or half-bloods, otherwise they wouldn't have been tortured like this, with bruises all over their bodies, and some of the wounds were even bleeding, staining the mopped reflective floor.
Standing two steps away from them, Draco asked the conscious girl, "What's your name?"
Hearing his words, the girl seemed to use all her strength to raise her head, revealing her face that had been buried on the ground just now.
When Draco saw her face, he took another step back in fright, not because the face was so familiar, but because the girl had already been beaten beyond recognition.
The eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts, the nose was crooked, and a huge crack was cut on the corner of the mouth like a clown, and the skin was also blue and purple, which was very terrifying.
She looked up at Draco, muttering something in a low voice, but Draco couldn't hear it clearly, she seemed to have something in her mouth.
After the girl said a few words, she spat out a puddle of blood from her mouth with a wow sound, as if she was emotional.
Looking at this scene, Lucius couldn't help frowning. He didn't know if it was because the girl looked too pitiful, or because she had stained the floor of his house.
"What are you talking about?" Draco saw the girl almost coughing out his lungs, and wanted to go forward to help her up, but Lucius yelled at him as soon as he stretched out his hand.
"Draco, don't touch her!" Lucius said, standing still, "How dirty!"
Draco could only withdraw his hand resentfully, and looked at the girl with pity.
The girl wiped the corner of her mouth, the pain of her clothes rubbing against the wound distorted her expression even more, and only then did her voice become clear: "Malfoy...help me..."
Of course the name Malfoy was not addressed to Lucius, Draco moved closer and asked again: "Who are you?"
"Linna..." The girl raised her head, her voice was trembling, tears flowed from her swollen eyes, "I'm Linna..."
Lina?
Draco began to search for the owner of this name in his mind, and what came to his mind was a silent and honest brown-haired girl, not beautiful, but very quiet.
And the man in front of him who was completely unrecognizable, whose hair was also wet with blood and sweat, whose color could not be distinguished, and who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy was completely incompatible with Lin Na.
Draco squatted down immediately, and he glanced back at his father, who did not stop him from squatting down.
Draco lowered his voice with confidence: "You are Linna? Shouldn't you stay with Sophie? At her house..."
As a member of Snape's Legion, Linna's appearance here is not a good thing, and Draco is already prepared to hear bad news from her.
"I didn't go to...Ferrez's house..." Lina cried, "I was going to stay with my mother..."
"Your mother?" Draco turned his attention to the bloody woman lying on the ground next to him. It was a middle-aged woman.
He stared at it for a while, maybe the woman was still alive when she was first brought in, but now she seemed to have no breathing, lying there quietly, motionless.
"Save us...Draco, you said you would protect us...you are our leader..." Linna's voice was hoarse and ugly, and she kowtowed to Draco continuously.
Draco looked at her like this, every time she kowtowed, a real pierced into Draco's heart, Draco wanted to help her, seeing that Linna was about to smash his forehead again, Draco Laco blushed.
"I……"
"Draco, this is your friend, isn't it!" Lucius said loudly as if he couldn't wait, "The group of people told me that this girl kept saying they knew you!"
Draco was a little guilty. Lucius had taught him not to make friends with these people since the first grade.
"It's just the classmates who have attended the class together." He replied.
Lucius snorted coldly, and continued: "Then kill her quickly, and putting her here makes me upset!"
"Killed...?" Draco froze for a moment when he heard the word.
Linna heard it too, no one can face death calmly, her body was tortured to the point of inhumanity, and her mind was also devastated, suddenly Linna seemed to be crazy, she rushed forward and grabbed Draco , Shouting: "You can't kill me! Malfoy! You said you would protect us! I believed you!"
"Calm down! Lina! Calm down!" Draco was terrified by her actions, but he didn't push her away, but grabbed her hand and looked at her.
The blood on Linna's body smeared on Draco's clothes, messing up the beautiful suit.
"You can't do this at all! Malfoy! You are a coward! You are Voldemort's lackey! You are a hateful Death Eater! You can't protect us at all!" Lina cried and yelled, her hands tightly choked Draco's arm, she glared at him viciously
"You can only imitate! You will never be better than Harry——!"
After saying the last sentence, a green light flashed behind Linna, and she spit out the last mouthful of blood from her mouth, spat it on Draco's suit, and fell down.
Narcissa raised her wand, took a deep breath, and stared at her son.
Lina knelt on the ground, leaning on Draco's feet, because Draco was still holding her arm with a dull expression.
—————— After three days of carnival, we were finally a little tired. We sat at the dining table and ate the roast goose feebly.
The past two days have been full of fish and meat. Looking at this plate of roast goose full of oil, I really can't get excited.
"Are we going to stay like this until school starts?" The others were like me, lying on the table without moving their knives and forks.
"When my father comes back, there will be no such good days." I raised my eyebrows, forked a piece of potato and put it in my mouth.
Another meaning of Xanadu is isolation from the outside world. Here we have no contact with the outside world, except for the newspapers delivered by owls every morning.
But these newspapers were all put away by me alone. There was a large-scale massacre outside. I didn't want my partners here to know and cause unnecessary panic.
Some of them have ambitions in their hearts. If they know the flames of war outside, but they enjoy it here, they must feel sorry and run out to die. I don't want to see such a scene.
"I don't know what's going on outside, I want to go out and have fun."
"Is my house not good? You can have whatever you want here."
"Of course your house is nice! It's big and gorgeous! But..." The man looked out at the sky through the window, "I'm not a nobleman, and my family doesn't have much money, so it's still suitable for me to live in the streets and alleys."
I gave him a blank look, and did not hide my arrogance: "Poor ghost!"
"What's wrong with being poor!" The man became excited when he heard my words, "At least I have...!"
"What do you have? Do you have a partner? Six years at Hogwarts?"
"..."
"Do you have the right? Is it the president of the student union?"
"...I'm a prefect after all!"
"Then do you have a pretty face like mine?"
"...? Ferris, to be honest, I think I look better than you."
"You're talking nonsense!" I stared, and a piece of roast goose automatically flew up and blocked the man's mouth, and everyone else squinted their eyes and laughed loudly.
The past few days of getting along has made our relationship a lot more harmonious. They all found that I am not too difficult to get along with, and a little bit of a young lady's temper can be tolerated.
While chatting, the owl flapped its wings and flew in, stopped on the dining table, and held a letter in its mouth. I reached out and took out the letter and opened it.
I read the contents of the letter carefully, until finally I looked up at everyone with a pale face.
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