Together [HP]

Voldemort wasn't at Malfoy Manor, and he probably wasn't even in England.Jacqueline touched her lips. The place where she almost bit off a piece of flesh last time finally began to heal. She was a little bored and took out the copper Knut that Hermione had given her as a joke before from her pocket.Researching potions and reading articles and reports from the dry Ministry of Magic had become all she had to do.

In the days when Voldemort was not around, Malfoy Manor was much deserted. The Death Eaters seemed to be very afraid of this place like other wizards, and they didn't want to set foot here if they could.Lucius Malfoy and Bella were also doing nothing. Draco Malfoy was forced to return to Hogwarts by Voldemort, perhaps as a hostage.

Sometimes Jacqueline would sit on the steps of the Malfoy Manor, staring at the flowers in the yard in a daze. If she didn't make the current choice, if she didn't care about anything, she would just take a ride on September [-]st as usual. With the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts to go to class, as a Slytherin student Voldemort should not treat her too badly, and with her status as a prefect, Professor Snape is now a The principal, maybe she can become a female student council president, and she can also educate the group of freshmen who look up to her on the train.Seventh grade, NEWTs exams, a carefree student life, with the support of Death Eaters, maybe she can take advantage of the opportunity to put someone in confinement.Maybe her entire Hogwarts study career should have been like this, dominating the school, being carefree, spending seven years in peace, getting a handful of certificates, and then meeting someone she likes but Someone who doesn't cause too much trouble, slowly takes over the family from her mother after graduation, or, Graham is in charge of any one of her three uncles, and she just has to do A girl who was spoiled by her family, she would not give her the moon if she wanted stars, and someone would wipe her ass behind her if she did something bad, instead of sitting here worrying about a certain Hermione Granger Lady's safety.

Jacqueline stretched out her hand and let the transparent little dragon land on her finger. Of course Hermione had no problem, how could she have a problem?She was so smart that she was probably happily out in the middle of nowhere with Potter, Ron Weasley, looking for Horcruxes, and playing around with the Death Eaters who were stalking around behind them.

Thinking of this scene, Jacqueline couldn't help laughing softly and foolishly.During this time, the Death Eaters saw her face getting worse and worse, but could it be her fault?Is it my fault that you couldn't catch Hermione yourself?What's more, assuming that Jacqueline really wants to help the Death Eaters find their girlfriends, she must first know where Hermione is now.Hermione probably didn't even know this question.

Because Jacqueline gave her mobile phone to Hermione, they couldn't get in touch for a long time, but after learning from Hermione's previous methods, Jacqueline finally managed to get in touch with Hermione .

There are 26 letters in English, and each letter corresponds to a two-digit number in their order. As long as one person wants to say something, he only needs to change the number on his coin.Although you can't write too many words at one time, you can't ask for too much at this time.As long as she can know that the other party is safe now, Jacqueline is quite satisfied.

Jacqueline is well aware of her current situation. When Voldemort was in Malfoy Manor, she could still have a good life by taking advantage of Voldemort's power, but without Voldemort, Lucius and Bella would not hide their love for Jacqueline. of disgust.Jacqueline had little interest in getting on good terms with the Death Eaters, and she didn't think Voldemort would be happy with that either.If she was too friendly to a latecomer like herself, Voldemort might suspect that she had come here for internal disintegration.So if possible, she is very willing to study her potions in the basement.

Although the mirror told her that there was such a potion that could kill Horcruxes, she had no idea what the formula was, and she didn't even know where to get her hands on it.For a long time, she wondered if it was that mirror that lied to her again.But is it a joke in such a thing?There was also that different voice, which made Jacqueline dispel this idea.But where exactly should one start?

Jacqueline sat in a daze in front of her empty cauldron more than once, and she also asked the Death Eaters to put some familiar and highly poisonous materials in front of her many times, thinking that whichever one she caught would be taken from the Which one to start with, but the next steps made her worry, which excipients should be used to make her medicine work best?The only good thing about Jacqueline is that in terms of medicinal materials, neither Lucius nor other Death Eaters dared to take them at will. Obviously, although they didn't know what Jacqueline was doing, they also knew that it would be harmful to Voldemort. , is very important to their masters, and they are not stupid enough to play tricks on this kind of thing.

Jacqueline's potion book had been torn apart by her, and even Hermione had been dragged by her to discuss this issue for several nights.But obviously, it would definitely not be a problem to ask Hermione to make a potion according to the gourd painting, but if she made some innovations, she would only be blinded.

"You seem to be in confusion, my child." An old voice sounded in front of Jacqueline, Jacqueline raised her head, and she sat down on the stone slab in front of the prison in fright.A skull covered in skin and bones was right in front of her. "Did I scare you, kid?" said the skull.

Jacqueline stood up from the ground, patted the dust on her robe, and then wiped off the ghostly symbols on the ground that she had just squatted for more than an hour. "Mr. Ollivander, I don't remember us starving you, did we?"

"But it didn't make me feel better, did it?" Ollivander leaned against the prison railing, his thin body seemed to be able to pass through the railing at any time.Ollivander pointed at the scribbles that Jacqueline had erased with his bony fingers, "I've been through this before."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Ollivander." Jacqueline shook her head mockingly, "but please forgive me, your research is how to make a good wand, and what I am thinking about is about potions Production, these are two concepts.”

"Why two concepts, young Miss Graham?" The soft look in Ollivander's sunken eyes reminded Jacqueline of the first time she had walked into his wand shop. .

Before Jacqueline could answer, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs. Jacqueline turned around and looked at the short man who looked like a giant mouse with her chest folded.He has small watery eyes, a pointed nose, an unnatural smirk, and what appears to be a silver glove on his right hand.

"Don't talk to the prisoner," said Wormtail Pettigrew in a rat-squeaking voice.

"That's funny," Jacqueline snorted, "Malfoy Manor is really amazing, a mouse can talk."

Wormtail flinched, as though Jacqueline had shoved a bottle of potion under his nose. "Master doesn't allow..."

"Before I left, my lord told me to make the potion he needed, Wormtail." Jacqueline frowned, "I believe you heard your lord's order, or maybe you are not high enough to come here. I know. But I'm pretty sure my lord would have told me if he didn't want me to talk to the prisoner. As for you, I wonder why you interrupted my conversation with Mr. Ollivander? The timing was so precise , are you spying on me?"

"I didn't." Wormtail didn't look at Jacqueline, he didn't seem to dare to look at Jacqueline, he said creakingly, "I just..."

Jacqueline waved her hand, as if she wanted to drive away something, "I don't have the slightest interest in who you ordered to do, but I only obey the orders of adults. But if you want to interrupt me again Mr. Ollivander's conversation, I will start to think about whether you are deliberately trying to prevent me from completing the task assigned to me by adults."

Wormtail let out a scream. "I don't."

"Then bring me some that I can eat, and then roll as far as I need. Otherwise, I happen to have a potion in a crucible that needs someone to try it."

Wormtail hesitated for a moment, seeming to argue, but Jacqueline had already put her hand in her bosom.Wormtail immediately gave a shriek and scrambled down the stairs to the kitchen next to Jacqueline's room with a bang, bang, and came back with a few loaves of bread and butter on a tray, half Just roast chicken and a glass of pumpkin juice.He put the tray on the ground and fled in two steps.

Still holding her chest, Jacqueline pushed the tray forward with her foot so that Ollivander could reach it. "Because only wood and inner core are needed to make a wand, but the making of potion is much more cumbersome. There are dozens of materials alone, not to mention different degrees of heat, and the cooking method will make the same material play its role. have a different effect."

"But we all know our purpose, don't we?" Ollivander reached out and took a piece of bread from the tray, he tore the bread into a small piece and put it in his mouth, "Although I will try to use different wood and inner core to make a wand, but when I started making it, I could imagine in my mind what kind of wizard would be able to wield this wand.”

"But no matter what, your inner core has only a few fixed choices, while my 'inner core' has hundreds of options." Jacqueline said with a frown.

"But among them, how much is in line with your choice? If I remember correctly, if you want to make poison, you should not use white fresh. If you want to keep a person awake, Sleepy Bean may also Not a very good choice."

"Yeah." Jacqueline snorted, she squatted down again, took out the quill she carried with her and drew on the slate, she scribbled on the slate for a while, then raised her head again, "But I Which one should be chosen as the main one? In your words, how did you choose which piece of wood to use? Random one?"

"Maybe you can choose the middle one first, and try them one by one."

Jacqueline tilted her head and thought for a while. She put the quill back into her pocket, erased the writing in front of her with her wand, and stood up. "Why do you want to help me? Are you not afraid that what the adults want me to make is poison to kill you?"

"Because I stand by my judgment, Miss Graham, you are not a bad man. Your wand chose you, and you made your choice."

"And you don't care that this choice will take your life?" Jacqueline raised her eyebrows, she snorted, and walked towards her room, "What a selfless thought."