[HP] His little devil

This year's Christmas Helena did not fill out the application to stay in school. In previous years, she was alone, and it didn't matter if she went home or not. It was better at school, at least she could spend Christmas with the principal and professors.

But due to the Christmas Eve agreement with Regulus, Helena returned home this year.

The Byrd Manor is very large, and it looks like a magnificent and decent building from the outside, thanks to the efforts of the predecessors of the Byrd family.

In Helena's generation, the entire manor was left with nothing but a hollow shell of false prosperity.

In the huge building, only the large living room on the first floor and several corridors were lit with candles. Helena stood still and put down the suitcase. Before she could snap her fingers, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind her.

She turned quickly to see Leif, the house-elf, on the ground, struggling to get up.

Helena walked over quickly, trying to help it up, but was refused.

"Live can stand up by himself! Lev can't trouble the little master!"

The old house-elf was wearing a washed-white tea towel with the Bird family crest on it. After all, it stood up by itself, looking at her with big, cloudy eyes. The dependence and longing in the eyes made Helena feel sad endlessly.

"Live, how are you doing?" She whispered, half bent down and tidied the tea towel for it.

Leif was moved by her behavior, sniffed and said: "Laifu is doing well! Leif cleans the manor every day! The manor is cleaned very well by Leif!"

Helena glanced sideways at the surroundings, and it was right. Although it was too old to move, it was still doing its best. The floor and walls of the living room were cleaned extremely clean by it.

"Live did a good job." Helena appreciated it, and quickly said, "Now I want Lev to rest, and I can do it by myself."

Leif is unwilling: "Laifu is going to prepare dinner for the little master, the little master is back for Christmas, the hostess must be very happy!"

Helena didn't want to break Lev's fantasy and told it that her mother had passed away. She sighed inwardly and let Lev go to cook dinner.

After the elf left, Helena carried the suitcase back to the bedroom. The path she walked was the only path lit by candles in the entire manor. There were no people in the other rooms, so there was no need to light candles. After all, candles also cost money. bought.

Helena put the suitcase in the bedroom, which was also cleaned by Leif. She sat by the bed and picked up the magic photo on the table. On it was her parents and her, a family of three laughing against the background of magic roses in the garden Say hello.

Helena let out a breath slowly, put down the photos and began to pack her luggage, she hung up her clothes one by one, after a while Lev appeared in front of her, snapped her fingers and said, "Laifu has prepared dinner, little master can eat now! "

Helena nodded and went to the restaurant for dinner. She sat alone at one end of the long table, looking at the empty opposite and side. The already mediocre dinner was even more difficult to swallow.

Leif is old after all, his eyesight is a little degraded, he may use sugar as salt when cooking, and dinner has no other taste except sweetness.Helena didn't want to make Lev feel bad, so she bit the bullet and ate dinner. When Lev happily cleaned the restaurant, she poured a glass of water and went to the hall while drinking.

Holding a glass of water, she stood in front of the fireplace in the hall, which had also been cleaned very well, but it hadn't been used for a long time.

Helena thought of something, turned her head to the air and said, "Laifu, can our fireplace still be used? Is there any problem?"

Leff said with a sharp voice: "No problem! Leff will maintain it every day! The fireplace can receive any guests!"

Helena nodded, thought for a while and said: "But I still have to clean it again, there will be guests at home on Christmas Eve-do we have any Christmas decorations? Is there an old Christmas tree in the warehouse?"

Leif appeared, blinking her cloudy eyes and said, "Leif will prepare a beautiful Christmas tree for the little master."

Helena smiled and said: "We don't have money to buy a new one, Leif, just replace it with the old one, clean it up a bit, and let's dress it up together."

Leif didn't refuse the owner's request, and Helena spent the rest of the time decorating the Christmas tree she bought a few years ago with it.

The size of the Christmas tree is neither too big nor too small, neither too luxurious nor shabby, but because it is not new, there is a lot of dust on it, and it is very dirty, but this is considered pretty good for the current Helena.

She must be thankful that the Byrd family didn't have the money to use a real tree for Christmas many years ago, otherwise she wouldn't even use this fake one.

She can't use magic outside of school, but Leif can, so it doesn't take much effort to clean the Christmas tree, it's all about decorating it.Helena put a lot of thought into decorating the Christmas tree. She asked Leif to use magic to light up the stars on the top of the Christmas tree.

True or not, it was undeniably beautiful, and its presence gave a somewhat festive air to the cold and eerie hacienda.

On Christmas Eve, Helena changed into a dress and sat on the sofa in the living room with a shawl, waiting quietly in front of the fireplace.

She didn't eat anything, and planned to save Christmas dinner until Regulus came to eat, but it didn't occur until late at night that she suddenly remembered that Regulus would definitely eat at the Black family's Christmas ball, how could he be hungry? What about belly dancing?

Speaking of dancing, she thought of Parkinson and Lestrange, and she didn't know which of them would dance with him for the first time. If Helena had to judge for herself, it must be Lestrange's face Older, after all, the two families were once married, and Rita Lestrange's invitation was also sent by Mrs. Black herself.

Anyway, no matter who it is, it won't be her, she doesn't even have the qualifications to attend that ball.

Helena was a little tired and her head hurt. She leaned against the side of the sofa, with one arm supporting the armrest of the sofa, and one hand raised to press her forehead.

Before the headache was relieved, a green fire was lit in the fireplace.

Helena immediately lowered her hands to look, and after the flames, Regulus came out from inside.

He probably came right after the ball, for he was still wearing a very rich black robe.The corners of the robe are dotted with tiny black diamonds, which makes the whole robe shimmer with restrained and elegant light.Under the robe is a black satin-trimmed suit. This style adds a bit of rare aloofness and glamor to the always strict and polite Second Young Master. Helena looked down at the cheap beige shawl on her body, and The black strappy dress under the shawl, compared with his impeccable and noble appearance, she seemed too casual.

"Good evening." He didn't seem to care about her inappropriate attire, and walked slowly in front of her, and the two sat opposite each other across a table.

After thinking about it, Helena took the shawl away. If she was only wearing a skirt, it would probably still match his appearance.

When Helena looked at Regulus, he was also looking at her.

The young girl is well developed, and the black dress with thin straps on her body makes her chest more beautiful, her shoulders are round, and her collarbone is delicate.Regulus frowned invisibly, and glanced back and forth on the thin shoulder straps of her skirt, as if considering whether the dress was dignified.

Helena noticed it, and began to regret choosing this skirt, but in fact, this skirt was very dignified except for the thinner shoulder straps. It had a scoop neckline, and it was not exposed. The only thing that was exposed was her beautiful lines. shoulder and clavicle.

But just this seemed to make Regulus dissatisfied. Helena realized this and wanted to put on the shawl again, but she was stopped by the other party as soon as she raised her hand.

"That's it." He said simply, which made Helena a little confused.

"You looked at me that way, I thought you didn't like me dressed like this."

Merlin, when she said this, she didn't have any other hints at all. She just thought that Regulus, as the strict second young master of the Black family, would not like her being "exposed". After all, everyone was in school uniforms. School robes, how conservative you want to be.

But when Regulus spoke, she found that her words seemed to be ambiguous.

Regulus said, "I don't dislike it." The corner of his mouth was pressed down, his voice was a little low, "I like it very much."

Helena: "..."

Silence stretched between the two. Regulus said before that he would temporarily open the fireplaces of the two families, but he did not set a time limit for this "temporary". Helena saw that he was very patient in his silence, so she guessed that this "temporary" was about It's not very short either.

She is the host, and Regulus is the guest. It is not good to be silent all the time. She stood up slowly, bent down and poured black tea for him herself. What she didn't know was that the action of her bending down would make the skirt The neckline was opened a little, and Regulus was in a good position to see the infinite scenery under her collar clearly.

The boy's Adam's apple slipped, he turned his head hastily, but turned back quickly, silently paying attention to every bit of her inadvertently revealed without the girl noticing.

The black tea was poured well, and when she stood up again, his face was as usual, his eyes were calm, and he looked no different from his usual polite appearance.

"I don't have very good tea here. If you don't mind, you can drink some." Helena returned to her seat and sat down, seeing Regulus take a sip from the teacup.

"It tastes good." He complimented politely.

Helena laughed and said, "I know it's not good, so you really don't have to care about my face to compliment me."

Regulus was silent for a while and said, "Indeed." He paused again before saying, "What do you like to drink, I'll send it to you when I get back."

Helena froze for a moment, and quickly said, "No, it's not appropriate."

This is not the first time she mentioned the phrase "inappropriate". Regulus's stretched brows were frowned again. They looked at each other across a table, and Helena suddenly asked him, "Did the dance go well?"

Regulus froze for a moment and said, "Successful."

"That's good." She smiled and asked again, "Did you have fun then?"

Regulus didn't answer, he pursed his thin lips lightly, with a serious expression, his luxurious clothes and delicate face were incompatible with the dilapidated sofa of Byrd's house.

Helena didn't seem to see his embarrassment, and then asked: "Is there anything new at the dance?" After a while, she asked more directly, "Or, who is lucky enough to dance with you for the first time? Miss Lestrange?"

Regulus looked directly at her, her translucent green eyes were frank, as if she was really just curious and had no other intentions.

He nodded his head after a while, and Helena's guess was confirmed, and she almost wanted to applaud her intelligence.

"That's good." She said seriously, "Miss Lestrange is of noble birth, elegant and beautiful, and she is a very good candidate for fiancée."

The word "fiancee" seemed to have stepped on something, and Regulus slowly clenched his hand hanging on one side. Helena noticed it and said, "Did I guess it again? It seems that I am taking a divination class." That's right, you didn't agree with me pulling you to take this kind of pretentious course together, but now it seems that I..."

Before she finished speaking, Regulus who was sitting on the opposite sofa stood up abruptly.

He walked up to her expressionlessly, and sat beside her under her blank, puzzled gaze.

She wanted to ask a question, but the next second he leaned over and explained to her why he did so with actions.

He grabbed her chin and kissed her chattering and disturbing mouth.