Although Hetty really wanted to talk to a certain Dark Lord, Brooke was there and they were in a hurry to get to the Ministry of Magic, so all the words she wanted to say could only be swallowed temporarily. However, this meal

Lunch was not so pleasant.

As a bystander, Brooke was extremely depressed. Originally, he came here not only to talk business with the man sitting at the main seat, but also to have a pleasant meal. However, now the atmosphere at the dining table has almost dropped to freezing point, even during the meal.

The exquisiteness and richness of the food were no different from the previous times, but it was also a bit difficult for him to swallow.

But a certain Dark Lord seemed to have no feeling at all. He ate as gracefully as ever and reminded the girl next to him from time to time. But to Hetty, it seemed like he was paying attention to what was going on here, but the other party was caring.

Her indifference made her unable to take a bite.

As if just to show off to outsiders, Hetty couldn't find any tenderness in his eyes before. He just said these two instructions. Is it because she refused just now that he was so angry?

It was finally over, and a certain Dark Lord went out with Brooke without stopping, and didn't even give her a hug when he left.

Hetty stood at the door and watched the two of them getting further and further away, but her heart kept fermenting with grievances. Until there was no one on the main road, she still did not choose to go in. She only squatted down silently, crying.

Gradually, she took a breath and tried to recall the details of what happened in the room at noon.

But the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. Why didn't she ask questions when she realized something was awkward? It had to be delayed. At least it wouldn't be like now, where the instructions at the dinner table were so false that even she could tell that he was perfunctory. She didn't

like this

However, the sadness did not last long, and Hetty calmed down. She wiped away her tears and looked at the closed door in the distance again, having made up her mind.

It's normal for lovers to have misunderstandings and cold wars. As long as a certain Dark Lord comes back in the evening, apologize to him and explain clearly, it's no big deal!

And the most important thing for her right now is to start today's schoolwork as soon as possible. If she misses a morning, she can only make up for it in the afternoon. This time is very insufficient.

At this moment, Stoker's voice was like an alarm clock on time, suddenly ringing from behind her, "Miss, according to today's original plan, the test on the history of magic will start in half an hour. Please pay attention to the time, miss."

So, Hetty, who finally remembered that there was such a thing, couldn't stand any longer, and immediately turned around and ran in like a storm, "Oops! Come on, come on, I have to take a look at my notes again!"

Similarly, Brooke, who had just left the manor, hesitated for a long time but still couldn't help asking, "Winter, are you two having any conflicts? I looked at Miss Winter before I came out."

But before he could finish the question, Voldemort interrupted impatiently, "You are overthinking, Brooke. She is just worried. After all, I didn't tell her last night that I was also in Azkaban, and I might not be able to come back tonight."

Gone."

This explanation was obviously very reasonable. At least Brooke believed it. He let out a long sigh of relief and sighed as if he was recovering from a disaster, "Merlin's beard! I thought you guys were quarreling. I didn't even have a full lunch! Damn it! Wen!"

Special, you don’t treat me to afternoon tea, that’s unreasonable! But your team isn’t too busy to get off work, right? Isn’t it all planned?”

But Voldemort just looked away and took out his wand, before waving it he replied calmly, "It's true that it's not that busy, but did you forget who is there? But now that the dementors have been reorganized, I still have some things to do."

I want to ask you for advice. Of course, afternoon tea counts as reward."

The moment the words fell, there was a slight explosion, and in just a moment, Voldemort disappeared under a beam of light, leaving Brooke alone.

He had no choice but to take out his wand and wave it while chanting the spell accurately. The difference was that the ear-piercing explosion left before disappearing was like a car backfiring.

Throughout the afternoon, starting from the difficult passing of the History of Magic test, Hetty completely forgot about the unpleasantness at noon. She understood that it was to catch up with the progress, but this Stoker didn't have to be so fast. He should learn the two spells together.

, because these two wand-waving movements are very similar, so we taught them together.

This simply awakened Hetty's painful memories of memorizing physics formulas before she traveled through time. Her expression had never been relaxed since the beginning of Charms class. Although the effects of the two spells were very different, there was only a slight deviation in the gesture of waving the wand.

, it’s okay if you take your time, she can handle it.

But! Stoker had to train her reflexes. In the shortest time for him to announce the name of the spell, she had to cast it accurately. Of course, it was not limited to these two new spells, but also all the spells she had learned before.

Curse.

Therefore, Hetty was calm and able to cope with it from the beginning. Later, the intervals between Stoke's spells became shorter and shorter, which naturally gave her much less time to react. She was overwhelmed and even confused simple things.

Floating spells and cleansing spells.

But she couldn't be blamed for this. In a short period of time, the movements of her hands were often faster than the instructions of her mind. After waving the wand and nothing happened, she realized that she had made a mistake.

But in the face of her hurriedness and endless mistakes, Stoker did not pause or correct her. He did not hurry up until the end and said again, "Miss, please continue to practice the expulsion spell and existence spell taught in this lesson."

It's just that Hedy hasn't recovered yet, and her mind can be said to be a ball of mush. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said slowly, "What about Stoke, can you demonstrate it to me again?"

?”

So, after Stork gave a clean and quick demonstration, Hetty once again devoted herself to strengthening the practice of these two spells. Until the end of the spell class, her mind was obsessed with the slightly different charms of these two spells.

The wand waving action is full.

This whole afternoon, apart from the spells, there was also the Transfiguration. The latter was recognized as a more difficult course. After being tortured for two hours, Hetty seemed to be exhausted and couldn't concentrate.

It wasn't until Stoker mentioned the Dark Lord that she forced herself to devote herself to it.

To say that this Stoke is really cunning, every time Hetty wants to be lazy, or even if she just has such an idea, this guy will jump out and kill her, and he also calls it "in order not to delay"

The study plan set by a certain Dark Lord made her want to file a complaint.

Under the tight arrangement of study content, Hetty had never felt so tired before. As soon as the afternoon class was over and her tense nerves relaxed, she lay down on the sofa without any image, regardless of the fact that she was lying around in her skirt.

Of course, Stork, who was entrusted with the important task by the Dark Lord, would not just watch. He immediately went over and reminded her respectfully, "Miss, please pay attention to your image. I believe you don't want to see the lady like this."

But Hetty couldn't listen anymore. She didn't get up. She just lay down and straightened her skirt. She covered her eyes with one hand and didn't bother to answer anything. She just let herself fall asleep.

After the girl on the sofa remained motionless for more than ten minutes, Stoker confirmed that she was probably too tired to fall asleep. He then found a blanket and carefully covered her, then adjusted the brightness of the living room, and finished instructing the elf.

Back off.

But this time she fell asleep and lost all sense of time. Hetty woke up suddenly and realized that it was already past 8 pm, and the lights in the living room were dim. There was no one else except her. Only then did she realize that he had not come back.

ah

At the same time, the unhappiness at noon also emerged from the deep sea of ​​memory, and the sadness and grievances suppressed by the fast pace of the afternoon classes came one after another. She curled up her legs and hugged herself helplessly, staring at the table in front of her with her eyes.

Fresh white roses in vase.

There are still water drops on the delicate petals, as if they were just picked from the morning dew in the morning. They decorate the living room with their most beautiful side and at the same time give the appreciators who notice in their spare time a unique and pure romance and beauty.

The traction line of memory was digging deeper and further, and she remembered another rose, a red rose with bright and fiery colors, which he personally selected at the night market in Notting Hill.

It seemed like a long time had passed since that night and it seemed like it happened yesterday. She pursed her lips tightly and didn't want to recall the sweetness of that time. But the memory was like an enchanted book, turning pages automatically and uncontrollably: For

Fulfilling her wish, they went to meet Mr. and Mrs. Granger together, a secret kiss in the room, and a promise made in public at the dinner table.

These things are all vivid in my mind, but why did it become like this today?

Looking back, she couldn't remember whether she was scared or for some other reason. She had completely forgotten about her period, and he was joking, but she couldn't.

Listen, it screwed it all up

Yes, how could the Dark Lord lie? Besides, he had never deceived her, but she didn't choose to believe it, but in another way, a way that he hated.

However, her alone and melancholy time did not last long. Gene suddenly appeared and bowed in front of her in a very nonchalant manner, "Miss, Mr. Stoker has told her to treat her to a meal first when she wakes up."

"

But how could Hetty have the appetite to eat now? But in order to prevent this elf from going crazy, she had to wave her hand and said, "I understand, we'll start dinner when I go to change clothes! Jean, please go down first."

"Yes, miss."

Jean responded very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Hetty immediately got up and trotted all the way to the bedroom to find the double-sided mirror, but she hesitated for a long time and failed to take the initiative to contact the Dark Lord who had not returned yet.

Judging from last night's experience, he must be busy with something, otherwise he wouldn't have gone home yet, and he would have been upset at noon. After hesitating for a while, Hetty decided to give up and not disturb her until he was busy.

Let’s talk after we get home.

But I miss him so much

But the next second, Hetty remembered something she had hidden. She put down the double-sided mirror and went to the study room at the end of the corridor. From a book on her desk, she found the paintings she had put in it that morning and filled her desk with them.

Inspired parchment.

At that time, I didn't have time to take it away because of a certain Dark Lord. When I took it out to look at it now, Hetty always felt that it was not enough. Some parts needed to be modified, and she also thought of new elements.

Of course it is related to the Dark Lord. Although it is almost falling into the category of her deep hatred, but outside of class time, those dazzling stars are still quite romantic. More importantly, there are many stars under this starry sky.

What happened was so sweet that her girlish heart burst into laughter.

After spending some time revising it, Hetty folded the parchment and put it in her pocket before pushing the door open and walking all the way back to the restaurant. After adjusting her mood, she was no longer as uncomfortable as she was half an hour ago, and they all had her favorite food.

Food, of course she had a good dinner.

Coincidentally, when she had finished her meal and was about to take a walk in the courtyard, Stoker, who had been missing for several hours, suddenly came out. He saluted her with a clear purpose and reported, "I have received the report."

The latest news from your lord, the Ministry of Magic is busy tonight and cannot come back. Please take a rest early after finishing your studies."

"That's it, I understand."

Only Merlin knew how disappointed Hetty felt at this moment, like a balloon filled with expectations being punctured, but she couldn't make trouble unreasonably. The Dark Lord was doing business, how could she continue to be petty? Besides, she couldn't make trouble unreasonably.

It also made him angry, so it was understandable that he didn't tell her in person, yes, that's it! How could he not want her?

Hetty tried hard to convince herself in her heart, even though she kept hinting to herself, but the tears quickly occupied her sight as if they were free, and they fell down before she could hold on for a few seconds. One drop, two drops, more and more.

But even though her heart was on the verge of being broken, she still twitched her lips and gave a forced and ugly smile, "I'm fine. Let's just start the class later. You have to make up for the time in the morning at night, right?"

With that said, she stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, then turned around and walked towards the practice room.

Stoker, who followed her silently, could not see his mistress biting her lower lip and crying like a child after turning around, but the journey seemed much longer than usual.

This night's class was Hetty's hardest and most desperate one. The Patronus Charm finally took shape under the high intensity she required of herself. She could vaguely see the condensed shape of the Patronus, but she still had to add more.

strength.

After achieving the expected results, the follow-up classes continued in full swing. However, Stoker's several attempts to pause and let her rest for a while were flatly rejected. Looking at the girl's focused expression, he naturally knew why it would turn out like this.
To be continued...