It was obviously the road to the Dark Lord's office, but Hetty felt like it was leading to a terrifying hell. She was being held crosswise, and her sight happened to be able to see Malfoy, who was deliberately walking on the left side of her man, although he did not look directly at her anymore.

He stared at her, but she understood that every move and even a change in her expression was within his field of vision.

What Hetty regrets most now is what happened in the bathroom half an hour ago. An indulgence caused such a situation that she didn't know how to face. Does she deserve it?

It was useless to pray any more. Her sense of luck disappeared without a trace the moment the Dark Lord agreed to accompany Malfoy. Since she chose to do this, she should prepare for the worst, but she was sure of it.

He will definitely mind, so what should we do?

But there wasn't much time left for her to think of a solution. She hadn't even mustered up the courage to face it. She did it but didn't dare to admit it. She felt like a complete coward.

This was not the first time Hetty came to the Dark Lord's office at the Ministry of Magic. It was very neat and tidy, with office documents stacked on the table, much less than the last time she came, but her mentality was teetering on the edge of collapse.

She was placed on the sofa aside and sat down. Voldemort squatted down to check her sprained ankle, and said politely, "Please sit down, little Mr. Malfoy. You're welcome."

"Thank you." Malfoy just thanked him. He had no intention of sitting down. He actively stood next to the girl and stared at her pained expression. He couldn't help but regretted that he had tormented her like that in the bathroom.

Hetty, who was the only one sitting there, didn't dare to raise her head at all. She lowered her eyes and stared at her swollen ankle, letting the Dark Lord's fingers gently touch it. Whether it was intentional or not, he pressed hard on the red and swollen area.

, it was so painful that she couldn't help but take a breath.

Malfoy, who was paying close attention to the whole process, subconsciously reached out to stop her and blurted out, "Don't hurt her."

These words made Hetty also look up at him, and saw one of his hands frozen in the air, and his eyes also fell on her. From those long-lost gray eyes, she glimpsed countless intertwined things.

The complicated emotions of being together made her want to cry for no reason, but in the end he just took back his hand silently without saying a word.

The next second, the words of the man in front of her instantly brought her attention back, "Brooke has already used magic to deal with it, but maybe I should listen to your explanation, my dear, how did you put yourself in such a bad situation in an hour?"

With this in mind, it seems that tonight’s dinner doesn’t require you to work hard, right?”

With just such a question, she immediately felt as if she was facing an abyss. At this moment, it was as if the world had stopped. The tension and fear in her heart suddenly burst out. She opened her lips and felt as if her throat was being pinched. Why?

I can't even pronounce a syllable.

But her silence didn't seem to displease him at all. He didn't even raise his head to look at her. He was still focused on treating her red and swollen ankle, but he slowly uttered another sentence.

"If you don't know how to answer, then maybe I should ask more carefully. Dear, what kind of friendly conversation can support you to have an hour at the bathroom door, or, the bathroom does not have a door for you to enter and exit, right?

Answer me before I think of something bad."

His tone was ordinary, as if he was talking about some daily trivial matters. She couldn't see all his expressions clearly. Although there was no pressure, her heart was beating like a drum, beating faster and faster, and fear had completely swallowed her up.

Her thinking ability, not to mention her guilty conscience.

It took a while for her to speak with difficulty, but as soon as she said the word "I", he interrupted her mercilessly.

"It seems that you can't speak out about what you did, right? Then, I think Mr. Malfoy will be able to give me a reasonable explanation about what interesting content you exchanged with my fiancée during that hour.

.”

But this time, she really felt chills running down her spine, and the man's tone suddenly changed, cold and dangerous. The wand in his hand was still casting healing magic, but she was afraid that he would use the unforgivable magic in the next second.

curse.

It's just that her worries and anxiety couldn't be conveyed to Malfoy, but he could also see how scared the girl he once held in his hands was, and when he thought about being deceived by her one after another, he immediately laughed out loud.

"I have the right to refuse to answer, Mr. Winter, but this makes me feel ridiculous. Why are you worried about her being unwell? You suspect your fiancée but you still pretend to be so hypocritical. No wonder she is so afraid of you that she can't even say a word of defense.

I can’t tell.”

Even though the other party was mocking like this, Voldemort remained unmoved. He continued the work he was doing, his eyes getting colder, "In fact, I can filter out this useless process, and certain methods can achieve my goal quickly and effectively."

Purpose, but I hope to hear it from your own words, Elaine, don’t let me down.”

At this moment, the whole office was silent. He stopped using the magic spell, but his fingertips were still gently rubbing the red and swollen area of ​​her ankle. He also raised his head to look at her, and the gaze he focused on was not the same as before.

There was so much tenderness, but it was as sharp as a dagger held in front of her neck.

She swallowed her saliva, and unconsciously clasped the two hands folded on her legs tightly, her thumbs constantly rubbing the backs of her hands, as if doing so could soothe her restless heart, and she turned her face away from him slightly.

His eyes were confused as to how to tell this lie.

Perhaps because he was dissatisfied with her reaction, a sharp pain came from the ankle where he pressed it, which made her instinctively want to shrink back, but she was treated even more roughly.

His nails even dug into the red and swollen skin. She was so painful that she almost burst into tears. "Tom, please listen to my explanation. Is it okay or not?"

Seeing her looking like she was about to cry, Malfoy became even more furious. He immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at the man in front of him, and then roared, "Let go of your dirty hands! Bastard! Don't you want to know what happened in that hour?"

What happened? Let me tell you!"

But just as he finished speaking, he was hit by an invisible force. He fell to the cold ground without even reacting. The man had also stood up, looking down at him condescendingly while playing with the wand in his hand.

As if he were an ant who overestimates his abilities.

"Perhaps you should learn when to say what you say, little Mr. Malfoy. I think your father doesn't want his son to lose the family's face because of his unrestrained speech, like this."

The man deliberately prolonged the tone, and then waved his wand. He was suddenly lifted up and hung upside down in the air in a funny posture, and the wand in his hand had also reached the opponent's hand.

He seemed unable to do anything except curse in anger, but his mouth seemed to have grown together. He could not make a sound, and could only watch helplessly as the man turned to the girl.

"Tom"

She weakly called him, and even though he still kept smiling, the hairs all over her body stood up. She had to suppress the idea of ​​​​escaping from here and try to muster the courage to face him.

From his perspective, the girl was huddled in the corner of the sofa, her face full of fear and anxiety, just like he would use the Cruciatus Curse on her in the next second, how ironic.

"I'm here, my dear, have you thought about how to explain it, eh? The time I've been waiting is not too short, right?"

With no way to retreat, she hesitated again as soon as she touched his eyes, which were as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Her eyes were wandering, and she glanced at Malfoy who was hung up. It seemed that nothing was wrong, and she felt a little relieved.

A little, but within these few seconds, he continued to remind me kindly.

"My patience is limited, dear, otherwise I can't guarantee what I would have done."

The tone full of impatience falling on her ears was no different from a death notice, and she also understood that it would be no good to anyone if it continued to drag on.

So, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying her best to calm her unstable emotions, then opened her eyes, stood up, and came to him.

"I'm sorry, Tom De Malfoy. He already knows my identity. Even if I changed my appearance, he still recognized me. You and Miss Fudge's opening dance. I saw the necklace she was wearing, but you were still dancing with her.

I feel like I'm a fool. Maybe she's wondering why I didn't die. I blocked her way. It's normal for her to want to get rid of me. If she wants to blame me, it's because I'm not strong enough. Even if I resist, it's useless.

At that time, I felt like my world was about to collapse. I still remember that we had a fight. You didn’t come back all day. I sat at the door waiting for you until midnight, but there was nothing. Even if I woke up the next day, I would get nothing.

It’s just a cold notice.”

At this point, her tears also fell, but she just looked at the man in front of her without blinking.

"I wanted to escape, but the elevator was stuck on the ground floor. I had to hide on the way to the bathroom. When I met Malfoy, even if he recognized me, he didn't ask me anything, so I felt so sorry.

If I let him down, I'm a big liar.

Then something happened, something bad happened. He and I were in the bathroom. I knew it was useless to say sorry now, but after I was sorry, I regretted it, so I lied to him again. I sneaked out of the window and didn't go far.

I bumped into you Tom from afar

I'm very nervous, but I can't lie to you, and I don't dare to confess to you. I'm afraid of losing you. I'm sorry. I really regret making that decision. You were nice to me, and I regret even more that I couldn't keep myself intact.

Sorry for you Tom”

After the last words fell, she withdrew her gaze and stared down at her tightly held hands, but her eyes were already occupied by tears. She couldn't see anything clearly, but she didn't dare to cry, so she could only cry silently.

.

A terrible silence existed between the two of them. She didn't dare to raise her eyes to see his expression, and his eyes were already so gloomy that they had murderous intentions. He stared at the girl who didn't dare to look directly at him.

, the hand holding the wand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

It didn't take long before his eyes turned to Malfoy, who was still hanging upside down on the other side, but he didn't even wave his wand. The girl actually stepped in front of him, holding back her tears and begging him.

"Tom, can you please don't hurt him? It's all my fault, it's all because of"

But she was choked before she could finish her words. Her survival instinct made her subconsciously grab his arm to save herself. She felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, but she happily put down her hand and put on an ugly smile.

, "If this will calm you down."

The hand squeezing her neck did not loosen, but instead pressed harder. She felt like she was suffocating, her face turned red from holding it in, and her vision even began to blur. This feeling of life passing by bit by bit was simply a kind of torture.

Every minute and second at this time seemed to be stretched out. She never imagined that she would die in this way, and her consciousness became more and more distant. The memory fragments from the past were taking turns in her mind. She closed her eyes in despair.

eyes, waiting for death to come.

But just when she could hardly breathe, the hand that was holding her throat suddenly loosened, and she lost her support. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, coughing uncontrollably while taking in big gulps of air.

Whether it felt good or bad to be alive, she shed tears along her chest, almost out of breath from crying, but the next second, his cold voice suddenly sounded above her head.

"You are free."
Chapter completed!