Leisure always passes faster. Hetty feels that he must have been infected by Hermione. Since he was with Voldemort, he has been reading books to pass the time whenever he is bored. Although it is not a serious magic book, it is more than before.

All I know is that I have played much better in Hogwarts.

However, in fact, although the manor is big, she can't get out. Apart from those unlucky elves, there is only one cold-blooded animal she doesn't like the most. Who can play with her? So let's be more at ease.

But maybe because of this incident, the Dark King, who has always been opposed to her reading these unnutritious Muggle novels, brought her a bunch of them back. It was said that it was trouble for Brooke.

When Herty heard about this from Gene, she felt a little sweet inexplicably, and this made her feel very good all afternoon.

But she couldn't wait until he came back to have dinner together. He seemed very busy, so he hurriedly told her in a double-sided mirror, and then finished it.

Herdy sat silently on the right side of the main seat in the restaurant. She basically loved the meals on the table, but she was the only one in this huge room, and her heart was as empty as the side was next to her.

But this was quickly filled with fragrant food. Hetty felt that he was still heartless. What's more important than filling his stomach? What's more, if you're in a bad mood, eat delicious food, and you can't have a meal.

Just two cries, what a big deal.

After dinner, Hetty went to practice the spell very consciously. Although she encountered such disgusting things, she was still not strong enough. If she was like a certain demon king, she would still be so foolproof and be so scumbag.

Bully?

After this, Hedy completely understood that no matter where he went, he would have to bring a magic wand. This kind of loss would be enough to take it once.

Hetty practiced the land in full swing. He continued the spells he had taught almost, and it was not over until 10 o'clock. After she took a comfortable bath and came out of the bathroom, it was already 10:30, but a certain Dark King

He hasn't come back yet.

Hetty had been struggling with the double-sided mirror for a long time. She wanted to contact him and ask why he was not going home so late, but she was afraid that he was really busy.

She suddenly felt that her thoughts were the same as those women who took the death row after just one other half of her partner for a while, but this was the Dark King, and she didn't dare to give her ten thousand courage.

So the double-sided mirror still lay back on the table quietly, while Hetty leaned against the pillow on the bed and continued the novel that he had not finished reading in the afternoon.

It was already 11:30 when Hetty yawned for the first time. She looked at her and rubbed her sore eyes again, closed the book and got out of the bed and walked to the window.

She lifted the curtains and looked out. The lights were on in the courtyard. Whether anyone could see clearly, but he was not seen all the way from the mansion to the main gate.

After standing for a while, Hetty was really sleepy. He used the spell to turn off the light and touched the bed, and began to empty his mind, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long she had passed, but she just vaguely felt like she had fallen into a warmer place. It seemed that someone had said something, but she couldn't hear it clearly and had no extra effort to distinguish it. Finally, she fell asleep deeply.

Voldemort, who had embraced her into his arms, just leaned over and kissed her forehead. His eyes swept across her neck and shoulders where the scars had been eliminated, and then carefully stroked her face and fell along the lines of her face.

Rubbing little by little.

The curtain suddenly dropped automatically, blocking the faint light of the night light, and also hiding his cold eyes that could not stir up any waves in the dark.

Hetty, who used to sleep until 9 o'clock, woke up for the first time before he even got up. When she found herself in his arms, she wanted to turn over and didn't dare to move again.

It seems that it is still early now. His sleeping looks very good, and he still has his eyes closed tightly and does not look like he will wake up. When he looked at his neatly dressed pajamas, she suddenly had a bad taste.

She reached out her hand secretly and was careful not to unbutton the first button of his pajamas as if she was a thief. She quickly glanced at him and was still sleeping, and it seemed that she had not been alarmed.

She then breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move her hands, but she was still paying attention to his movements at all times. Whenever there was any movement, she would immediately stop and pretend to be asleep. But she was very successful until all the buttons were unbuttoned.

Not awake.

She could only see his figure clearly, but in fact she was just her chest, and it was covered up further down. She kept lifting his clothes gently, and then hugged his waist directly.

His head was buried in his arms, pretending to be sleeping.

Sure enough, the movement still woke him up, but he didn't say anything. He just hugged her a little tightly, then covered her hand, and printed a kiss between her hair.

Now she really didn't dare to move around for a while, so she had to snuggle up to him obediently. Slowly, she actually fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, it was already dawn and there was no one around her. Hedy rubbed her hair in annoyance. She wanted to get up with him for breakfast, but she missed it again.

But as soon as she got out of bed, there was a movement from the double-sided mirror where the corpse was lying not far away. She took two steps in three steps and picked it up. In a few seconds, he appeared in the mirror.

"Good morning, my dear, I'll go wash and have breakfast when I wake up. I'll come back on time at noon."

"Tom, you should have woken me up long ago."

"Seeing that you are sleeping well, I don't want to disturb your good dreams. Don't worry, there is no one else today. I will explain what Qing wants to know."

"Okay, I'll wait for you, Tom, I miss you."

"I understand, I miss you very much, Qing, I couldn't stay with you all day yesterday, sorry."

"I hate this and I can't even hug you. Tom comes back early but still sucks during working hours. Be careful I report you!"

"Since Qing is so leisurely, let's resume teaching from today. In the evening, I will check all the content I taught you last week, including the Magician. Remember to be prepared."

"Tom, I seriously doubt whether you did it on purpose! Spicy! I'll go wash up and ignore you!"

"Go and be good at home."

"Okay~ I get it."

After cutting the scene, Hetty put down the double-sided mirror with satisfaction. Although he complained, it was actually very happy that he could come back to accompany her. Even if he just stared at her schoolwork, it wouldn't matter.

She hummed a little song and went into the bathroom to wash, but when she saw clearly from the mirror that she couldn't help laughing, she suddenly stopped, and later realized that the influence of the Dark King on her had reached this point.

Will it be too fast

And was she considered betraying the boy with light blonde hair like this?

At this moment, she felt like she was riding a roller coaster. She was just so excited that she was in the clouds, but now she immediately fell to the bottom and couldn't get up no matter what.

Yes, she actually waited until she was touched by Voldemort and thought about it seriously. Isn’t this the scumbags who were often dug up online before traveling through time? But she didn’t want to be a scumbag at all.

The more Hetty thinks about it, the more trouble she has, but in fact, this is impossible to help her.

If she disobeys the Dark King's fate, even if she doesn't kill her, she will definitely touch the Malfoy family. Then, she would rather cut off all her thoughts about that boy and be with Voldemort than watch something happen to him.

She is very self-aware and good at judging the situation. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why she can enter Slytherin. She really doesn't have the ability to protect the people she wants to protect, and she is small and fragile and vulnerable.

As a time traveler, she has no golden fingers and only remembers the bugs in the plot, but the plot trajectory is messed up by her. Now she has no choice but to survive in the cracks first, and there is no room for bargaining.

Hetty believes that she does not have the awareness of "life is precious, love is more expensive". She is just an ordinary girl who is afraid of death and pain. All she can do is to save her life while changing others.

Just the future.

Besides, she hasn't lived enough and doesn't want to die.

When Heti arrived at the restaurant, he found the daily "Prophet Daily" that he had every day. She wanted to use breakfast first and accidentally caught a glimpse of the words "Minister" and "Azkaban" on that page.

Then I immediately grabbed it and browsed it carefully.

As expected, as Hetty guessed, the page reported the incident she encountered the night before yesterday.

Rufusforge, a member of the Ministry of Magic's Abuse of Magic Office, was tried by court on November 21 for violating the laws of intentional injury in the Basic Law of the British Wizards and the Protection of Minor Wizards, but did not cause serious impact.

The interrogator, the Minister of Magic, Director of the Law Enforcement Department, and Senior Deputy Minister, was sentenced to seven years of Azkaban.

Below is a photo of Zhang's trial being carried out and Rufus was taken away in the end, which also made Hetty see the perpetrator's face completely.

But it's only seven years old, and the surname is Fuji, so he must have had a relationship with the minister. If he hadn't been caught on the spot, he would have been exempted from guilt. And when he went in, he would probably have been able to do it in half a year or a year.

If you come out, you will never be sad in Azkaban.

Hetty was so angry that he threw the newspaper on the table, and he was in no mood to eat breakfast. Although all the scars on her body have disappeared now, she can still remember everything that the damn perpetrator did to her.

Looking back now, if Voldemort hadn't arrived, she might have been abused to death so silently, right? Then the minister came forward to erase all the evidence. It was so easy to cooperate with

Hetty looked down at the newspaper and became more and more angry as he thought about it. He reached out and kneaded it into a ball and threw it away. But when he turned it over, he found another big thing that she had chosen to forget for a long time - the three strong men.

Race.

There are only 2 days left before the first level of the Three Thousands Championship. This exciting event is very confidential, but there is no disclosure yet. The following is a special interview with several referees

Heti looked at it briefly and basically said a few routine questions, and gave some tips on the content of the first level, without any other useful information.

Just looking at the photos of Hogwarts Castle, she couldn't help but miss her for more than three years she had been there, including Hermione, Porter, Weasley, and him.

The first level is the day after tomorrow, but the early resurrection of the Dark King disrupted all subsequent development plots. Hetty could no longer know the specific direction of the plot. So if he completely deviated from the original trajectory, then this triple-strong competition

Will the champion be replaced?

Just as she was thinking about it, Gene's sudden appearance successfully interrupted all this, "Miss! Miss! Lord Dark Lord ordered Gene to watch the lady finish her breakfast and ask her to eat."

Hetty's hand trembled with the newspaper. He was about to say something, but when he heard it was another devil's order. Although he was full of anger, he still started to eat breakfast slowly, just to put the newspaper in a good manner.
Chapter completed!