Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

Just as Zoe only has Draco's friendship, Draco also only has Zoe's friendship.Zoe is the only friend of equal status he identifies, and he doesn't want to lose her.

He was silent for a long time, and finally he obeyed his own wishes, and said--

Chapter 7 Past

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Lucius, Mrs. Narcissa."

Zoe handed the small box he carried to the house elf, and then opened his arms to hug the man and woman in front of him. The woman looked surprised when she saw her, and the man's arrogant face, which was always tight, also eased and faced him. She nodded.

Narcissa kissed Zoe and patted her on the shoulder like a mother: "You have not spent Christmas with us for three years."

"Oh... Madam. I just--" Zoe said pitifully, facing Narcissa who had been caring for her, she had to be careful even to find a reason, "I just don't want to cause you trouble..."

"Okay, go to the house and grill the fire, don't talk outside." Lucius said.

Snow fell in the sky, and even the breath would bring up a cloud of white mist.Zoe only noticed her frozen fingertips. She was afraid of the cold, even if she was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, she still felt coolness coming through.

The garden in front of the manor is well-arranged, obviously it has been carefully trimmed. Lucius always cares about his aristocratic style, but the branches that have been deliberately pruned are now drowned in white, cold and silent. Only the howling wind rang in my ears.

Passing through the gate, the Christmas mansion is decorated with bright colors, a rare decoration. There is a Christmas tree in the lobby, and various gift boxes are wrapped around the books. The flames in the fireplace are crackling and the house elves are busy. , Putting the cooked food on the long table is not something an ordinary family of three can solve in terms of quantity, unless their race is a monster.

"The evening is a formal dinner." Lucius explained Zoe's gaze.

"You can stay in my room later, of course I hope you can also attend." Draco was not surprised that he received a firm rejection.

"You and Draco can choose the gift first, don't worry, dear, choose what you want." Narcissa is always more kind than nervous to her family.

*****

"I thought you would choose to stay in school, but I didn't expect you to agree to my invitation."

Draco's room was very spacious, every piece of furniture was tasteful, and there was some history, and there were bookshelves on the walls—but the books on the bookshelves were sparsely arranged.Next to it is a big bed. It can be seen that this is a young boy’s room. Apart from the mess of magical objects piled on the ground, there are only Quidditch posters waving in their direction (one of them is tall and burly The boy winked at Zoe).

"Actually I should stay at Hogwarts and give the gift to Dumbledore. I bought him a new night hat." Zoe said, "but he asked me to go with you.' Merlin is on! Are we going to knit sweaters together? Or braid my beard?'He drove me over."

"Actually, this is not bad. I said we could read together or count the stars. But Dumbledore asked me to add some memories with other people."

Draco was dumbfounded: "So you are here? You really like Dumbledore."

"Why not? Dumbledore gave me a new life." Zoe took it for granted. "He protected me for seven years."

She looked out the window dreamily, the pure white snow covered the world.

That day too, it snowed and it was cold.

*****

Zoe sat on the trial bench, surrounded by a circle of adult wizards in black robes. Their eyes were harsh and harsh, and they kept scanning Zoe. There was no one speaking in the entire courtroom. They all sat solemnly, as if I don't care how much fear this environment will give a five-year-old child.

She just wanted to retract her whole body into the back of the chair so that everyone would not notice.This is not the first time she came here. When she came here last time, her grandfather was standing next to her. The withered old man returned to his father's embrace a month ago. This was a brilliant young man because of his daughter's deeds. His reputation was damaged and he was repeatedly called to question by the Ministry of Magic, but even so, he still took in the family's new blood in the admonitions and warnings of everyone.

She never heard anything about her mother from the old man, as if that woman never existed.Only one time when she woke up from her sleep, she quietly ran out of her grandfather's room and saw her mother's photo in his hand, tears in her eyes.

After four years of procrastination, the old man who was in poor health left his hands away. Within a month, the Ministry of Magic actually organized a trial in an attempt to completely liquidate the legacy of this old age.

They are really scared.The Dark Lord loses power, but who can be sure that his bloodline-plus Max Segal, who is known for his strength and genius-will not cause harm to this unsettling world.It's not that no one called her just a child and gave her a chance.But more people are really scared, they can't afford to gamble.

If it weren't for the prevention of those rationalists, if it weren't for their representatives to attend the guarantee, this so-called "trial" would only create an ugly lynching.

"Albus Dumbledore, do you really know what you are talking about!"

"I think I haven't had time to drink a delicious mead today, which makes me sober enough to be responsible for my remarks-according to the last words of Mr. Orlando Siegel, he entrusted me, Albus Dumbledore Exercising his granddaughter Zoe Siegel’s guardian duties before adulthood. It’s up to me to educate—perhaps you prefer the word'surveillance'? This kid, she shouldn’t pay for the hatred of the previous generation."

She looked at Dumbledore’s back and listened to him defending everyone who tried to attack him with wise and steady words. So indestructible, his enemies could only look at him angrily, watching him stand humanely and forgivingly. They disassembled their guilty conscience on the truth, and finally they were speechless.

At that time, Dumbledore was more majestic than now. He was the only person Voldemort was afraid of and the leader of the resistance. Almost the entire magical world respected him, not to mention that the Ministry of Magic’s trial justified this time. Unstoppable.

But they were unwilling to take this time bomb out of control, and Dumbledore could not refuse all the requirements of the Ministry of Magic after all. They demanded that Zoe Siegel secretly strictly monitor and manage Zoe Siegel, and go to the Ministry of Magic for inspection and evaluation on time. Her danger.Once she made a mistake that could not be tolerated, or showed a tendency to lose control—the Ministry of Magic had reason to intervene.

The cold air was sucked into the nasal cavity, and the nose hurt.Zoe stared at the sky blankly, and a little bit of snow fell from the gloomy clouds.

The cold wind slipped in through the gap in her scarf, causing her to shiver.Suddenly light flashed around her, as if covered by a circle of light. The snowflakes traveled a few inches above her head and disappeared without a trace, and the cold wind no longer blew in. She looked up at someone who was standing next to her. Old man, the old man blinked at her.

"I heard Orlando say you are afraid of the cold."

She lowered her head hurriedly, her fingers twitching uncomfortably behind her back.

"Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps you want to know me more from the Chocolate Frog?" He handed her a bag of candy.

She could see Dumbledore’s kindness, hesitating to tear open the package, she took her attention away from the chocolate frog bouncing in her palm, and took out a card from it, on which a nice lady smiled at her .

"It seems that luck is not on my side. Hello, Morgana." The lady in the card nodded as if responding to him.

"A little trick. Eat, chocolate can calm you down." He pushed the girl.

She didn't know if it was really cocoa's effect. When the chocolate frog got off her belly, she did feel that the sense of despair that had haunted her before disappeared.

So she smiled at Dumbledore for the first time: "Thank you, sir."

"Why do you want to protect me? Is it because of my grandpa?" In order to make her feel good, Dumbledore did not choose a convenient way, but took her home like a trip.

Sitting in the empty train, she asked carefully.

Surrounded by the rapidly retreating scenery, the farmland was endless, all turned pure white, Dumbledore recovered, as if he had been thinking about something before.

"Yes, this is what Orlando's will is written." Dumbledore noticed the girl's little loss. "But Zoe, what I can tell you is that I have followed you for a long time, and I am based on my own reasons. Adopt you."

"So..." Dumbledore interrupted her.

"But I can't tell you the reason, at least not now." He looked at her apologetically, "But I hope you can have a smooth life and live a wonderful life."

She still remembers the sadness flashing in the old man's eyes when he said this.

*****

Malfoy Manor was brightly lit, and people with faces gathered together, toasting and celebrating, and chatting enthusiastically.As the host, Lucius took care of every guest intimately, lingering in small circles one after another.The Malfoys were able to survive the turbulent time without falling, but their status became more and more noble, which was inseparable from Lucius' superb diplomatic methods.

He drank a lot of wine, and a blush appeared on his pale cheeks.After conservingly speaking with a certain director, letting the other party slap him on the shoulder to make a joke, and at the same time make a small deal, Lucius has rich experience in these things.

He walked through the hall with an empty wine glass, and suddenly wanted to take a look in the kitchen.Maybe it is worried that the house elves will be lazy?He immediately rejected the idea: house elves are proud of hard work!

But even so, his steps still walked towards the kitchen.There, he seemed to see the blond fairy in his dream, and his thoughts suddenly returned to decades ago.

"Max! Why are you..." He walked quickly to the person, as if trying to hold her shoulders, until he noticed the other person's eyes looking at him: surprised, stubborn eyes, and the past The confident and proud eyes were the opposite.

He suddenly woke up from the dream.

"...Sorry, Zoe. I drank a lot." He raised an empty glass, then stopped talking.