"My head hurts. www.biquge.info Pansy awoke from her sleep and muttered unconsciously, then found herself sleeping on a soft leather couch covered with a pink flannel blanket, she hurriedly lined her body with her hands, straightened up, looked around, and saw the pale golden sunset shining through the window on the blue-black floor, and the rich carpet around the sofa where she was sitting.

"Draco!" she hurriedly shouted, fearing Malfoy would leave her behind.

"Are you awake?" Malfoy was cleaning a tall bookcase in the living room, the glass on it had broken a few pieces, revealing a few chips, so he needed to use magic to make the broken spots bigger and close the gaps, but when Pansy woke up, he stopped what he was doing.

"I'll say I'm careless, this music box is magical, but luckily it's just a little hypnotic. Malfoy said as he pulled the music box from his bosom and handed it to Pansy.

"I'm sorry, but I got tricked too. Malfoy said helplessly to Pansy, "But you're lucky, you have the sofa behind you, and you shouldn't have been knocked over." ”

"But I woke up early, and when I saw that you were slept with drool, I couldn't bear to call you. Malfoy stared at Pansy, teasing.

"What?" Pansy heard this, and hurriedly put down the box, wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her coat, and then her face turned red again, and the flush spread directly to the base of her ears.

"You're lying to me!" Pansy said angrily after a set of actions before she realized that she had been fooled again.

"Then as compensation, I'll let you drool when you see the delicious food, and now you can save a little. Although it is said that it is relatively desolate, if you go in other directions, there are still a few restaurants. Malfoy shrugged, then pointed to the slanting sun outside the window, "Let's go, Miss who slept so late that she even missed lunch, it's going to be night now." ”

As he said this, Malfoy heard a few "cooing" sounds.

"Let's go, where are we going?" said Pansy immediately rolled over from the couch, and as if nothing had happened, quickly put on her shoes, stood up, and began to look around in a fake way.

But the unassuming "cooing" sound began to echo in the room again.

Again, there was unspeakable silence.

"Well, well, if we don't go again, I'll starve a certain little gluttonous cat, and let the little greedy cat's father know, maybe I'm abusive to his daughter, and then my life will be hard. ”

"You dare to say my dad is a cat?" said Pansy, leaning forward with her waist crossed, unconvinced.

"Looks like you're still admitting what I said. Malfoy said seriously, but just as he saw Pansy's breathing getting shorter and shorter, and was about to blow up, Malfoy changed his words, raised his eyebrows, and said, "So give me a chance to buy you." ”

"How's that, what do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Think about it. At the mention of food, Pansy began to think with her head down, and gave up on pursuing it for a while.

"I'll think about the rest when I'm full. Pansy thought to herself.

"Whatever the mistress wants to eat, Kreacher will do anything!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house-elf who had made her feel sick just now, oh, it was called Kreacher.

It stood at Malfoy's feet, and now looked very energetic, its chest was raised high, the fluff in its ears was neatly groomed, and the dirty rags that had wrapped around his waist had been washed white, and Malfoy wanted him to change into new clothes, but if he did, the house-elf might have killed himself immediately, and in Kreacher's eyes, it would be a shame to set him free.

But Pansy obviously didn't hear the words, just like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashed, and the whole person suddenly lost the ability to think, and stood there dumbfounded.

"Female... Mistress?" Pansy stammered repeated, but the voice was too low for Kreacher to hear.

"Kreacher is good at all kinds of cooking. Kreacher raised his head proudly!

"Kreacher, you can call her Miss Parkinson. Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.

"Kreacher, I command you to do what you called it!" Pansy said as she stared at Kreacher, her eyes shining.

"Miss Parkinson, please trust Kreacher's craft!" Compared to Pansy's orders, Malfoy was its real master now, so Kreacher immediately changed his name, and continued to explain his abilities in a serious manner, ignoring Pansy's later words.

"I've cleaned the kitchen, please trust the quality of a good house-elf!" Kreacher said preemptively, thinking he could see through what Pansy was thinking.

"Really?" asked Pansy as she looked at Kreacher suspiciously, and Pansy, who wanted to stick to the "title", was suddenly drawn back to her attention.

"Of course!" said Kreacher confidently, the house-elves were very good at housework, and in the original story, Kreacher only hated those who occupied the magpie's nest, so he treated the members of the Order of the Phoenix perfunctorily, and even deliberately caused trouble. Today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus's last wish for him, and gained the respect of Kreacher from the heart.

"Kreacher is best at steak kidneys!" said Kreacher, waving the knife and fork in his hand, excitedly!

But Pansy ran down the second floor and into the basement, impressed by the oil-stained tables, chairs and benches.

But as she walked down the steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory had been skewed, and perhaps Malfoy had altered her memory while she had fainted.

As soon as Pansy entered the kitchen, Pansy saw that the walls around her seemed to have been repainted with their corresponding colors, showing the color of red brown wood, and the mold on the wooden table had been completely cleaned as if they had been newly bought, and the few iron pots that hung on the ceiling had been removed and placed on the table, polished to a shiny finish.

A fire also rose in the fireplace, and the charcoal was burning in the fire, making a crackling sound.

The other plates, as well as copper plates, were neatly arranged on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining.

"Miss Parkinson, please, give Kreacher a chance! Kreacher will make a dinner that will please you and your host!" Kreacher stood on top of Pansy and bowed deeply.

"Okay. Pansy could only nod her head, Kreacher was much more pleasing to the eye than she had just been, maybe she was not bad at cooking?"

French onion soup, stews, minced meat pies, custards... Pansy and Malfoy waited patiently for Kreacher to cook, heavy knives making a "click" sound as they cut through the ingredients, and the ceramic pot on the flame was bubbling and emitting an enticing aroma.

Kreacher was very efficient.

One dish after another was served on a plate and handed over one after another.

"I've never seen such a sumptuous dish when I've been a guest at your house before. Pansy's eyes were no longer fixed on the sumptuous meal, but at Malfoy's provocative expression.

"Every wizard has something he is good at, and the same is true for house-elves, Dobby is good at cleaning, and the kitchen here is also cleaned by Dobby. Malfoy didn't care about that, patiently explaining.

"Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double your salary. Pansy glanced at Kreacher, who was still busy, and then turned a defiant look at Malfoy, as if in a huff.

She is still "holding a grudge" against the "salutation" issue not long ago.

"Miss Parkinson. Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes wide, "Please don't insult the loyalty of a house-elf." He said solemnly, then turned back to cook his own dishes, ignoring Pansy.

"Loyalty, Draco, you're here today. Pansy turned her face to the side again and whispered, feeling a little sullen, but was soon attracted by the constant aroma of the food served to the table.

Soon, the food became the object of her confiding.

"Won't the two of them eat?" Pansy asked Malfoy in a low voice, tucking the food she seemed to like into the bowl and thinking of something.

"Inviting a house-elf to the table is also an insult to them. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and said that he wouldn't mind having dinner with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about that.

Even Dobby still pursues freedom.

But the sad thing is that it is only a "limited" freedom, and a small favor can make them grateful to Dade.

Malfoy was powerless to change this, and he didn't have the energy to change it.

He can only restrain himself and try to influence the people around him.

"Can I ask them to do something else when I have time?" Pansy asked, taking a bite of the onion soup in front of her, holding her cheeks as she stirred the thick soup with a spoon.

"Don't go too far, I can agree. Malfoy nodded, he still had to stay in the house for a while, and he didn't have time to spend with her, and it would be nice if Pansy could find a way to relieve her boredom.

Kreacher's skills are indeed very good, and even after years of living in a mess, his cooking skills have not deteriorated, causing the food on the table to disappear at a visible rate.

After a few more moments, the tables were in disarray, and the first meal at the Blake Ancestral House was over.

"Huh. Pansy yawned, her eyes a little misty, and she became sleepy again, looking a little lazy.

"Are you sleepy when you're full?Do you want to sleep in a room?Dobby must have almost cleaned up the upstairs room, do you want to check it out?" Malfoy suggested.

Pansy nodded in response.

The two climbed to the top of the staircase, where there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign that read Sirius.

Without hesitation, Malfoy pushed the door open.

The floor and the chandelier had been thoroughly cleaned, and the room was spacious, with a large bed carved at the head, and a long velvet curtain over the high window, beside which hung a faded golden-red banner with the words "Gryffindor" embroidered with gold needle and thread.

"If I hung this thing in my bedroom, I would be beaten to death by my dad, who hated Gryffindor the most. Pansy pursed her lips and said with some surprise.

Then her gaze continued to scan the bedroom, and suddenly she noticed something, and two faint blush quickly crept up on her face.

"That Sirius Black is really a disgrace to the Black family! Pansy stomped her feet on the wooden floor in exasperation, then ran to a silver-gray satin wall and reached for her to tear the nasty posters off.

In addition to posters of motorcycles, there were also posters of Muggle girls in bikinis, who were striking seductive poses and staring at the people outside the paintings with bold and provocative gazes.

Pansy exerted all her strength at the moment, her little face flushed, but she still couldn't tear the posters off, and realizing that her efforts were in vain, she sighed in frustration, and her whole body became depressed.

"Don't bother, Pansy, Blake must have cast a permanent paste spell on the wall, pasting these things, presumably to show his rebellion, against his parents, it can't be torn off, if you don't like it, then I'll take you to the next room. ”

"I'll live here!" said Pansy hurriedly, "and you turn your head away and don't look!" she added.

"My threshold isn't low enough to be stimulated by a few posters. Malfoy smiled dumbly, and then said, "Well, I don't look at it, you just like this room." ”

"By the way, if there's nothing else to do, you just stay in this room, Dobby just told me that there's a ghoul hiding in the toilet, I'm going to get rid of it, I don't think you want to stay in the same house with it?" Malfoy said teasingly, now turning his back to Pansy.

"Then you go quickly. Pansy waved her hand and said in a somewhat urging tone, as if she was frightened by the ghoul in Malfoy's mouth.

"There's something you can call Dobby or Kreacher, I'll be there soon. Malfoy finally reminded and stepped out of the room.

Pansy clutched her chest at Malfoy's departing back, and then she leaned back on the bed, carefully taking out a delicate glass vial from her bosom, shaking it in front of her eyes, and looking at it with her eyes, filled with a mother-of-pearl lustrous liquid.

Pansy watched, not even noticing a silly smile on her face.

She had already made her own plans.