[hp grandchildren] Birdcage

A stranger who trusts so much that he let himself fall asleep in front of him without any warning?

Albus' hand was already on Scorpius' throat.But Scorpius was still asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

You shouldn't have trusted me so much... Albus laughed uncontrollably, but the laughter revealed depression, and there was a strong sense of sadness that couldn't be ignored.

He finally let go of his hand and buried himself in the quilt again, not knowing when he would be able to fall asleep.

Birdcage ([-])

4.

At the dinner table, Scorpius told Albus that Rose and Hugo wanted to meet him.

Scorpius carefully watched Albus' expression, trying to confirm his inner guess.And as he expected, Albus just looked puzzled and asked him who Rose and Hugo were.

It's not easy for Scorpius to tell the truth to the other party, especially when the other party has lost childhood memories.He had no choice but to smile gently, saying that the two of them were his friends, and he was curious to ask about it after hearing about the auction.

When Scorpius said this, his eyes were fixed on the plate, cutting the food intently.So he missed the moment - when he said the word "friend", Albus froze for a moment.

Very strange feeling.Albus swallowed the food on the fork.At that moment, he felt uncomfortable, as if Scorpius and Rose should not be good friends.He suppressed the sudden irritability, and turned to reason to convince himself that it was nothing, after all, on the day of the auction, Rose sat at the same table as Scorpius and Hugo.

When Scorpius raised his eyes, he found Albus's slightly frowned eyebrows, thinking that he was unwilling to meet strangers he didn't know the details of, so he put his hand on the back of Albus's comfortingly: "Don't you Don’t worry, they don’t have any malice in coming to see you. If you really don’t want to see me, I can also write to them.”

Albus's heart skipped a beat.Is it because his emotions are too obvious?He was amazed at Scorpius' sharpness.At the same time, Albus quickly put away all his thoughts in a very short time. "It's okay." The corner of his mouth raised a proper arc, "If it's Scorpius' friend, I'd like to meet him."

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, Albus didn't resist that much, otherwise he really couldn't think of any words to persuade that stubborn girl.

Rose came with Hugo in the afternoon, and Scorpius could clearly see the uneasiness on the faces of the siblings. "Don't worry, just tell me if you have any questions." He gave Rose an encouraging look.

When she actually saw Albus, Rose's heart was half cold - this boy who was carved out of the same mold as Harry Potter was looking at her with a wary look at a stranger .She turned her head and looked at Hugo. The young Hugo read the complexity of the matter from her sister's eyes, and quietly exited Malfoy's living room alone.Scorpius stayed because he was worried, but he sat alone on the far side reading the newspaper, leaving Rose and Albus alone.

"Hello," Rose's smile was still a bit forced, but she had gradually calmed down, "I'm Rose Weasley, a friend of Scorpius, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Miss Weasley," the green-eyed boy seemed to be moved by her friendliness, and he seemed to let his guard down from his expression, "I'm Albus, nice to meet you."

He clearly saw Rose's pupils constrict.Then she closed her eyes for a moment, as if she had a mental struggle with herself, and opened her eyes again to look directly at him, her eyes had become firm.

"Mr. Albus, seeing you reminds me of a friend of mine," Rose's expression became a little nostalgic and sad, "He also has bright green eyes and black hair like you. In my memory Here, he is a quiet, somewhat restrained but kind boy."

Albus gave a blank, dazed expression, as if he hadn't expected Rose to say this.

"In fact, he is my cousin, my aunt Ginny's son," Rose's blue eyes turned to reveal sincerity and frankness, and under that, she explored and observed undisguisedly, without a trace He planned to let go of Albus's every move, "Before we were six years old, we were best friends."

"Before six years old?" Albus met Rose's gaze frankly, and caught the point with a slightly curious voice.

"Yes, before the age of six," Rose was a little disappointed seeing Albus's flawless performance, but continued, "After that, my uncle's family was revenged by the enemy. My friend, he... ..."

"What's wrong with him?" Albus leaned forward slightly, and asked the girl with brown curly hair seemingly concerned, and there was unidentified concern in those green eyes.Rose's heart was shaken, and just before that, she had naively guessed that Albus Potter was faking memory loss.She thought that Riddle's people would not be so mad, and thought that this kid had fooled the organizer by virtue of his cleverness and cunning.But he really doesn't remember it now, even if he narrates the past to him like this, he doesn't have any sign of remembering it, as if it was a stranger's story.

Albus, how could this be?Haven't you been so cunning since you were a child?How could it be reduced to the point of "auction item" with amnesia today?

"Miss Weasley?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Albus reminded.Rose smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm just...my friend, he died later, and was brutally killed by my uncle's enemies..."

Albus was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry for bringing up your sorrow."

"It's okay," Rose waved her hand, "I'm a little sentimental, you don't mind if I do that. Scorpius... he is very nice, I think you will have a good life. After all, compared to the so-called men of the nobles Pet, he is more likely to regard you as a friend."

"Yes," said Albus with a smile, "I was a little surprised at first."

"Hmm, sir and miss, I seem to hear you guys discussing me?" Scorpius put down the newspaper and walked over from a distance, "So, can you tell me what you are talking about?"

"Send you a good card, Sco." Rose covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes curled into crescents, while Albus raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Scorpius shrugged nonchalantly. "It can be seen that you had a pleasant chat," he said, walking towards the door of the living room, making an inviting gesture, "It's time for afternoon tea, why don't you go to the restaurant together? Hugo has been waiting for us there for a long time .”

The corridors of Malfoy Manor were not lit during the day, so when there were no floor-to-ceiling windows, the corridors looked a bit dark.Alternating lights and shadows enveloped Albus in turn as he walked forward, as if they were the traces of the interlacing of day and night.Scorpius was chatting with Rose about the Malfoy family property.Although Rose did not take over the family business, her intelligence often brought some original insights.Under Rose's explanation and suggestion, Scorpius gradually relaxed his brows.

"Business has not been very good recently," Patriarch Malfoy shook his head with a wry smile, "I really think it's a bit tricky."

Rose patted him on the shoulder: "Small businessman in the noble family, what can be difficult for you?" These words made the two of them laugh heartily.

Albus followed in silence, not joining in on their conversation - it wasn't something he should be able to interrupt right now.Something settled in Albus's green eyes as he ran the thumb of his right hand over the knuckle of his index finger.Then he remembered something and sneered silently.

Yes, yes, he and Rose were best friends until the age of six.If life can go on like this, he doesn't have to...

enough.Albus interrupted his thoughts.It doesn't make any sense to think about it now.

The four at the table happily finished their refreshments.Scorpius is a bit sweet and prefers sweet desserts like macarons.Rose and Hugo basically kept the habits and hobbies of the Weasley family - they preferred the simpler baking of biscuits or cookies.Albus picked a piece of mousse in a regular manner - not too sweet, but better than the mouthfeel.He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, almost like a smile.

"You like this too?" Hugo sneaked up to Albus while Scorpius and Rose were talking about their career crisis. "My cousin likes this kind of cake very much. He doesn't like it so sweet." Yes, I really like the delicate touch of the mousse cake."

Albus also moved closer, as if two people were whispering: "Who is your cousin?"

Hugo seemed to suddenly realize that he had said something wrong, showing an annoyed expression.He tried to explain incoherently: "Well... my cousin is... well..." He thought for a while, pointed to Rose and continued: "That's my sister, my cousin is the best she used to be. friend, is her cousin."

"Oh—" Albus looked suddenly enlightened, "is that the kid your sister said had green eyes like mine?"

"Yes, yes..." Hugo smiled, not realizing that the conversation at the dining table had already stopped.At this time, his sister was standing behind him, smiling and looking like "the wind and rain are about to come".

"Hugo," she patted her younger brother on the shoulder, which made Hugo stand up from his chair in fright, "didn't we make an appointment not to talk randomly?"