Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Draco finished his shower and returned to the living room, but Narcissa was nowhere to be seen.

Following the sound, I came to the study and found my mother struggling to

A large stone basin was taken out from the cabinet with a large piece of stained glass.

Draco had seen something similar before, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

He hurried forward and, together with his mother, carried the stone basin to the side of the cupboard, where there was a countertop with a noticeable groove.

“————’s Pensieve.”

After putting the Pensieve in place, Narcissa explained with a smile.

Sure enough, I still couldn’t say the key words.

But looking at Draco's expression, it was obvious that she understood what her mother meant.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow in frustration and tried to explain it another way.

"It was there until fifteen years ago."

"Do you remember Kreacher, Draco?"

Draco recalled the time when he and his mother visited number 13 Grimmauld Place as a child.

A house elf who occasionally can't resist the popularity and obeys her mother's call for a visit.

"Your father happened to be doing some work at the Ministry at the time, and we stayed in the city for a few weeks."

"Then, one afternoon, he showed up at home covered in bruises."

"We don't know what happened to him."

"He seemed to have received orders from someone and could not return 'there' immediately."

"It wasn't until a few days later, when we had him fully recovered, that Kreacher left."

Narcissa glanced at Draco and took out a long wooden shelf from the cupboard.

There were several rows of glass bottles on top, each containing some mysterious silver-blue substance.

Most of the glass bottles looked old, but not too dusty.

Obviously, it has been carefully sorted out over the past few days.

On the far right side of the wooden shelf, there are five bottles and jars that seem out of place.

As can be seen from the bottles, these five bottles of memories are still a bit old.

But it is obviously much more novel than other containers on wooden frames.

"We went back there together once, on the day my aunt passed away, remember?"

Draco remembered that there was indeed a day when he was a child, around the age of five.

Once I was dressed in black and visited the house next door with my parents.

"That day, Kreacher brought over the cabinet and platform that contained the Pensieve."

"And these shelves of Black family memories."

"Kreacher said that this was an order from her young master to stay."

"When 'that side' is in danger, bring these memories to the branch home."

"Kreacher's little master is...a little cousin?"

Narcissa nodded and picked up the first of the five new bottles, shaking it in front of her eyes.

"Over the years, Kreacher still helps clean here regularly."

“That’s why this place is always kept so clean.”

Draco was a little surprised by his mother's words, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Is he willing to leave his master's house at will? Like Dobby?"

In my impression, Kreacher is a loyal elf who is proud of serving his family and keeping his promises.

"Of course it's different."

Narcissa couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe, after my aunt passed away,"

"In Kreacher's heart, this is the last residence of the Black family."

"After all, the owner of 'that side' has been kicked out of his home."

Narcissa opened the bottle cap, poured the memories into the Pensieve, and reached out to take Draco's hand.

"Come on, there are some things that I should slowly let you know."

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This was the first time Draco experienced what it was like to be swirling in the vortex of memories in the Pensieve.

The memories accumulated in the Pensieve over the years floated by, and occasionally fragments of them would emerge.

I tried to reach out and touch it, but it was just like stirring up a reflection on the water, causing ripples.

Soon, with the flow of light and shadow, he and Narcissa slowly fell to the bottom of the stone basin.

They were standing in the grounds on the other side of Grimmauld Place.

Judging from the white park and the shadows of the surrounding trees covered with snow, it is obviously winter.

In the park, a girl about the same age as me,

He was arguing fiercely with a black-haired boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old.

"How dare you speak to me in that tone? I'm your cousin!"

The girl roared with arrogance and a hint of hysteria.

"What's there to be afraid of? So what if I'm your cousin? I'm not afraid of you."

The boy smiled indifferently.

She seemed to find her cousin, whose face was distorted with rage, very funny.

"I...I will tell my uncle. Tell him that you are not afraid to dance with Muggles!"

Faced with his cousin's threat, the boy just shrugged.

"Go ahead, I don't care. You're just a coward who relies on adults anyway."

"Can you say that again!"

"You're just a coward who relies on adults."

"you-"

"You asked me to say it again, I'm very obedient."

"Sirius? Black!"

The quarrel continues.

The red-faced and thick-necked cousin and the careless cousin,

He did not notice the boy who was sobbing silently in the corner of the park, frightened by the argument between the two.

The iron gate suddenly opened and two girls walked in.

"Why are you arguing again, Belladonna and Sirius?"

The older girl asked with a frown, and walked in with the younger sister with long blond hair.

The little sister was holding a witch doll in her hand.

The little girl had just stepped into the park when she accidentally tripped over the snow and fell to the ground.

Luckily the snow was deep and soft so no one was hurt, but the little girl just held the doll high in her hands.

It seems that protecting the doll's safety is more important than protecting oneself.

"Mother?"

Draco couldn't help but turn around and look at Narcissa with a surprised smile.

Narcissa also turned her head to the side, staring at her beloved daughter with a warm expression.

“It’s me who just started school.”

He pointed to the puppet in his hand.

"She's still at home."

"That was the gift my grandma gave to my mom when I left home for the first day of school—"

"Morgana's doll."

"Look carefully at her hands. They are little Merlin and Arthur who are restrained."

Draco couldn't help but smile a little.

I remember when I was a kid, my mother did tell bedtime stories about Merlin being the bad guy and Morgana being the good guy.

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