Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"'She'?" Draco didn't appreciate it. "Dad, you want a woman to teach me? Quidditch is not for girls. The best Quidditch players are usually men."

"There are always exceptions, Draco." Lucius wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Think about the best one you know, even if she retires this year."

"Retired this year-you are lying to me, Dad!" Draco jumped up and shouted in surprise, "You can't, can't let the'Golden Lion' train me! God! Can I ask her to sign it?" Draco turned around and ran to the bedroom. "The previous game between Puddermere United and the Wimborne Hornets was great! The victory of the'Golden Lions' saved them from their disadvantage in the score. The Daily Prophet said she It's Valkyrie of the United team, saying that she must be the only candidate for the next captain!"

He stopped again, clenched his fists and said frustratedly: "Why does she have to retire? What'can't fly due to injury'? She is flying as well as before. It is better to say that now is the time when she should shine. But she left the United team and went to the Hobbit team as a coach. This is a waste!"

It took Lucius a lot to stop her son’s anger. Draco has always been a loyal fan of Puddermere United. Because of her sudden retirement, many fans even tried to gather people to attack the United’s training base because of her dissatisfaction. Find out the real reason why she was "forced" to retire.Even the Ministry of Magic was alarmed and had to arrange manpower to stop the chaos.

Lucius had a terrible headache. He didn't want to entertain the woman who had caused him a lot of psychological shadows in his home, even if he asked her to take care of Draco temporarily.He also thought that if Draco himself was unwilling, he could have an excuse to prevent this from happening.

But look at Draco's flushed face, because of expectant sparkling eyes.Lucius could only swallow the bad news.

As the pointer jumped to the top square, Lucius stood up abruptly, staring at the fireplace before him.Draco stood behind him, looking at the fireplace curiously and expectantly.

The fireplace was quiet, there was no movement at all, there was no sound of visitors arriving, and no flames of Floo powder ignited.

After waiting for another two minutes, Lucius thought that the man was probably late.While relaxing about this, she felt that she would be late, too.Before his ass was on the chair, their elf appeared in front of him with a bang, bowing to him in fear.

"Master! A wizard visited, I asked her who she was looking for, and she said she was looking for the master!"

"Is she here?" Lucius raised his voice unnaturally. "Where?"

"In the yard, Master. Came on a broomstick."

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"Long time no see, Margaret." Lucius was expressionless, obviously not sincerely welcoming her as he said.

Draco resisted screaming. He hid behind Lucius and looked at the women in front of him: She sealed herself tightly with a cloak, hiding her whole body under the dark leather cloak. She looked like a traveler who had travelled a long distance.The visitor turned over and got off the broom, pushed up the windshield that covered most of his face, and then took off the headscarf—the long blond hair like flowing water fell down, just like the first two words of her title.She skillfully removed the bulky protection, revealing a beautiful heroic face, and raising her eyebrows gave people a feeling of looking at something.

She was not polite with Lucius: "This kid will be handed over to me during this time." Then she pulled Draco from behind Lucius, "Tsk, you look really like you, Lucius. S. Hope the inside is not all rotten."

"What's your name?" She was stern, and Draco stammered: "German, Draco Malfoy. I can tell you..." Margaret interrupted before finishing her words. He: "We still have a long way to go. There is no more time for nonsense. Get on your broomstick, Draco."

"Get on the broom? Madam, where are we going?"

Margaret said calmly about a place where Malfoy and his son's face changed drastically. There was nothing special there, but the distance was so far. It took at least seven or eight hours to fly on a broomstick. It was still a speeding flight. Grete's tone was as if they were just riding a broomstick around.

"It's my new house. It's suitable for practice." She didn't look at the other two people and stepped on the broom. "If you hear me clearly, we can start."

"We can use Floo fans! In a safer way! I can't fly for eight hours in a row, I will fall!" Draco flinched, he was sweating profusely, although seeing an idol made him very Happy, he doesn't want to be killed by this way of moving.

"Are you a Quidditch player, Draco?" Margaret looked at him coldly, saying, "You're just a snake crawling on the ground forever, aren't you? Noble Slytherin, eh? Pure blood is glory, huh? It’s ridiculous, what can you do? Quidditch competition requires physical strength and perseverance. Every professional team member should be able to fly for several days, even this is impossible. , You'd better throw away the high-performance broom in your hand that you don't deserve, and find a Floo fan, a good travel helper."

Draco's face was blue and white, he was insulted by his favorite player, but found that he could not refute her.Margaret didn't care about his feelings at all, she was just stating her most basic requirements for the disciple.Draco knew that he had two choices, ride the light wheel, or turn around and leave.

He gritted his teeth and remembered Harry's amazing performance on the court last year.This Draco was only offended at the beginning, and because he wanted to help Zoe get back to the court, he showed a dazzling talent in the Quidditch arena. There was a kind of magic in Harry on the broomstick. Draco was envious and jealous, which made him clashed with Harry even more vigorously.He didn't want to lose to Gryffindor, let alone Harry Potter.

"Draco!" Lucius watched in shock as his son rode on the broom, with a firmness on his face that he had never felt before.Lucius has always taught him to avoid danger and maintain dignity, because they call themselves nobles.

"Have you decided?" Margaret gave him a smile, but in Lucius's eyes, it was unkind at all. "It looks like you are not broken to the roots. You are a little bit courageous, just don't know you can Which step to maintain. Now that you have made a choice, don't think about running away halfway, rest assured, I will'train' you well."

Marguerite's expression was exactly the same as the feeling when the cat was about to tease the mouse.She took the lead, disappearing into the clouds like a ray of light, Draco followed.Lucius was left looking up at the sky, praying that Marguerite would especially bully his dear son too badly.

Chapter One The Girl Who Pursue X (1)

She has not seen her mother since she was born.Only my father’s back in the study can be remembered. There are many bulky books spread out on the table, one after another, the parchment with the calculation process, when it is useless, it is rubbed and thrown aside, or scattered randomly. On the ground.Father spends most of the day in the study, and sometimes the time for meals does not appear, she has long been used to it.Watching their house elves bring up the plates, eat and drink soup alone, and then play with knives and forks in the dining room where the candle is flashing, and listen to them making a clanging sound when they fall on the plate.

When she was a little older, she learned to read.She is very smart, she is considered a genius in the eyes of others, these are directly inherited from her father, another genius.She likes to read books. When she is immersed in books, time flies quickly. The behavior of making her brain full will calm her mood.

She rarely communicated with her father. Even when she met in the corridor, she just nodded to each other. Only his dreams and ambitions were in his father’s eyes. She supported him. She felt that fighting for the most important things was a good thing, even if it would make him Abandoning a part is not so important, but this world has to give up to get, and choice is a must.

This castle, where only father and daughter live, is like a closed fortress. Life flies quickly. Spring and autumn come, but after all, they are not completely isolated from the wizarding world. They also need to communicate with a very small number of people. It refers to another family with whom their family was born. The head of the family brought his son to visit. This was also the first encounter between her and him.

She has nothing to say about that boy.There are not many things in her world, basically everything she can perceive in and around the castle, but she will not interfere with them, because it is unnecessary, everything has its own law of operation , Even without her, nothing is missing.She just needs to be a bystander, watching from the sidelines.

But after a while, she was very uncomfortable. The reason was that the boy who always ran over to disturb her every other time, looking for reasons to disturb her. Whether she was walking in the garden or sitting under a tree reading, the boy seemed to be unable to understand herself. Refusal, I always like to run to her with a shy face, reach out to her, and must take her around.

She obviously only needs a world that can work alone, and she is just watching from the side, but the boy pulled her into the world she should be watching. They will run in the woods, lie on the grass and look up at the sky. , The boy even took her to climb a tree. They would walk along the side of the stream and take one or two beautiful-shaped stones from the clear water. At this time, the boy would be proud to be the most beautiful (she still does not understand the judgment The one of the standard) was given to her.

She kept these stones, put them in the room, and stuffed them into a big bottle.But she did nothing to commemorate or like, just because there is no need to throw it away.Besides, whenever the boy mentioned these stones, she got the affirmative reply that she still had left, a kind of light that she couldn't understand appeared in her eyes. She was very curious about it, which might be the reason why she could not lose them. One.

Growing up a little bit, the boy listened to her opinion and stopped dragging her to run around. Instead, he sat next to her and read her book—she couldn’t understand that if the boy didn’t plan to read together or do other things to kill time. , It was just wasting at all-also because of the encounter with the boy, she began to think about some things that she would never pay attention to before.

"Why does Lucius want to be with me?" She once asked a boy sitting under a tree doing nothing. Instead of being boring enough to play with ants, he should do something meaningful, such as riding on the toy broom he had shown off before. Play with children Quidditch.

"Uh, why?" The boy's face looked more ruddy, and his eyes fluttered around. "Because I like to be with you."

yes I like?What is this.She tilted her head and looked like she didn't understand. She found that the boy was relieved, but also a little unwilling: "Because I like it, do you want to be together?"

"Yes! Because I like it, I want to stay together all the time, and occupy your every moment..." The boy was embarrassed to find her surprised gaze, "Well, the last sentence I just said in the book, they all Say that is the sentence in the most famous novel now."

"'Possession', the word is not bad." Of course she knew the meaning of the word, with a strong sense of strength, "Lucius wants to'possess' me?"

The boy didn't dare to look at her at all, and finally nodded slightly.But only God and him know that he has not fully understood the meaning of the word.

"Sounds good, no one has ever said that to me." She put her cheeks on her back. "But the book said that the behavior of'possession' is only qualified for the strong, and Lucius is so weak that it cannot be done. It."

"Of course I will become stronger, strong enough to protect you!" The boy desperately showed his determination and sincerity.He knelt on one knee, as if making an oath.

But when the boy was trembling with excitement because of his courage that might only be once in his life, she actually didn't appreciate it at all.She was thinking about the relationship between "like" and "possession" in her heart. Since she had already violated the idea of ​​sitting on the sidelines of the world at that time, could she also "like" and "possess" something?

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After another short period of time, her chances of meeting her father increased, the unkindness of her father's face subsided a lot, and the number of times she appeared in the dining room for dinner increased, but she still didn't know how to deal with him.Does father like her?Would you want to possess her?She turned her attention to the hard-working elf again. Will Paluru like her and want to possess her?

She asked this little elf who had to deal with most of the time. The little elf shook his head to the extent that he had to screw his head off, panicking: "Of course Paruru likes Miss. Paruru is absolutely loyal to Siegel. You He holds Paluru's life, but Paluru can never and should never have that kind of rebellious thinking!"

But there were only two creatures she was familiar with in this castle, one she didn't want to ask, and the other couldn't answer.She was a little confused. She began to read more books, and even turned to unnutritious love novels. Those gorgeous words and sentences were dazzling. She knew what each letter and the words they formed meant, but when they formed a sentence Then she couldn't figure it out.In the end, she failed to understand what she wanted to understand.

"Happy birthday, Max."

On her birthday, Lucius brought her a black cat with a jet black body and white front paws. She was exquisitely built. A long tail would inadvertently stroke her palms, and she also liked to arch her head. Her hand, acting like a baby with her, is a very cute child.Lucius tried a lot to bring her the cat, probably because of the cat's pedigree, although she didn't care about it.She doesn’t mind spending time with the cat, and she doesn’t mind taking care of her personally, because her father can’t spend energy on a cat. She thinks it’s impossible to leave it to Paluru. Her cat may hate this house elf. Hearing its footsteps, it will run away.

At first, she was really messed up, and the book would indeed teach her how to take care of her cat, but this was completely different from the difficulties and torture she felt after her hands.Florence (the last name she gave to her cat) is very docile, but very stubborn and free. You may find it in a cluster under any chair, and sometimes open the bowl. Behind the cupboard saw it pop out lightly. She didn't have a magic wand at the time, so naturally she couldn't use the cleaning curse to help Florence clean her fur, so she had to fight Florence in the empty castle. , Desperately find it out and then take it to take a bath.Florence was very resistant to getting herself wet, and would do everything possible to resist, except for those that would really hurt her.

She was very troubled by this, every time she was thrown into water, her whole body was wet.But she thinks it is not intolerable, maybe because she likes it?"I like you? Florence." When she and Florence were playing on the grass—it should be said that Florence was rubbed by her unilaterally, she put her hands on the cat's body lightly and heavy. The ground twirled, listening to it snoring tossing over, still lying on the ground and exposing his belly.

"So I own you too, right." She tilted her head, and climbed her fingers along the soft cat's hair to the cat's jaw, and put her five fingers on the cat's chin.She had almost forgotten the reason for doing that at the time, maybe it was just a whim, she tightened her strength and stuck Florence's throat a little bit.

Until her strength really harmed Florence, it struggled, and its sharp claws popped from between her fingers, leaving bright red scratches on her snow-white skin, squeezing out of her throat out of voice. Sobbing, the wide pupils clearly reflected the panic, a cat actually expressed the fear so real, this is the portrayal of every life near death.It looks at its owner, the gentleness that has always been, and the sudden fatal attack, what is the truth that should be trusted?Because of Florence's struggle, she had to get closer and use her hands to suppress it.A few drops of water leaked from the corner of Florence's eyes, not sure if it was tears.It trembled and glanced at its owner one last time. A quiet, pensive face was reflected in those dark eyes. It gave a faint cry and died.

After a long time, she stood up, with Florence's warm touch still in her palms, her heart beating fast, as if someone was hitting it desperately, and the deep tingling suddenly came from her heart It spread all over the body, but there was also a burst of torrent cheering from her mind.She sat down on the ground, looked at her palms stupidly, and truly felt that she finally really took possession of Florence, which would only belong to her forever.She looked at the dazzling blackness of the lawn, Florence returned to the eternal tranquility, which was poetic and beautiful as a rare painting.On this day, she faced death for the first time.

Chapter Two At Granger's House

Zoe opened his eyes and felt physically heavy, and mental fatigue directly affected his physical sensations.She silently wiped away the cold tears and sweat on her face, restrained the heavy breathing squeezed out of her lungs, in order not to wake the people around her.