For the next few days, every morning, Vio was woken up by Mickey and then herded up to the third floor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the third-floor lobby, near the last rose window on the right, there is a table where everything you need for a hearty breakfast is sure to be stocked: delicate porcelain plates, cups, a glass of steaming milk, a small plate of crispy and tender meat, two bacon rolls dipped in a moderate amount of cheese, two fried eggs, and three slices of whole-wheat bread.

The delicious food is the most satisfying thing about the soul worn in the Harry Potter world. Whether at school or at home, she never had a food shortage.

But now, no matter how tempting the food is placed in front of her, she has little appetite. This feeling of powerlessness was not only manifested in the meal, during the days on the third floor, the first three days were her peak moments, but on the fourth day, she really didn't want to turn over any more books on the shelves.

As for the key that fell from the dragon's mouth, VIO couldn't care about it at all. She had to put it away.

If Merlin was still alive, Vio would have gone to great lengths to ask him why there was such a group of ancestors of the Santriel family in the world - Vio had pulled out dozens of different books on dozens of different shelves, almost every book had a hidden spell on it, and it was the kind that had an immediate effect - not only did she not remove the heart spell of Talia that she accidentally encountered that night, but now she had dozens of more spells with different obvious effects.

Are they so idle—just inventing spells and putting them in books and using their offspring as experiments?

In fact, vio is not so disgusted with himself with a neck as thick as an elephant's feet, eyes that cannot see clearly, swollen facial features, fast forgetting, confusion left and right, no sense of taste, and the subtle ・・・・・・sound of flies flapping their wings, but seeing yourself and others are really two different things.

Unfortunately, her strange appearance was seen by Draco Malfoy.

Today, when Mickey came upstairs to call her downstairs, Vio was reading a book detailing the grading of the effects of spells, and she had a hunch that after reading that book, she should be able to unravel a confused direction spell on her body, and only need to practice it for a few days, even though it cost her to grow scales on her body - the book she was reading now also had a spell on it.

But Mitch interrupted her reading. She looked at the time, it was only half past ten, she thought she had earned it, anyway, she could watch it tomorrow, and she could be lazy today.

So, after standing up and stretching, she happily went downstairs with Mickey.

Because Mr. and Mrs. Santrill and Sigoness had long since become accustomed to her "new look", she was at home at ease, and at this time, too, she swaggered downstairs and was about to go around to the kitchen to see if there were any new desserts, when a sneer from behind her caused her brain to short-circuit.

She stiffened, not knowing if she was hallucinating, but her hearing was unusually sensitive enough for her to know what was happening.

After silently greeting Draco a few times, she quickly ran down the stairs with her head in her hands, intending to avoid direct contact with Draco.

Who knows, her mom and dad stepped up at a critical moment. As Vio saw that he was about to run up the stairs, Mr. Santriel's beaming voice exploded in Vio's ears like thunder: "Vio, you have come just in time, Lucius and Narcissa have come to our house with Draco, come and meet the guests." ”

"I'm ・・・・・・ not using it・・・・・・ I'm going to be scared—" Vio explained, hurrying up a few more steps.

Unexpectedly, the enthusiastic Mrs. Santrill walked up quickly, took Vio's hand, and led her directly to the three people in the small living room behind her.

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, Draco. Vio took a deep breath, let it go, raised his head and smiled as much as he could, and said hello to the laughing family in front of him.

Lucius and Narcissa smiled and nodded, the corners of Draco's mouth raised, delighted.

"Alright, Nasi, let the children play on their own. Mrs. Santrim said, "Vio, take Draco and play." Vio nodded, looking at Draco, who looked polite and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Miss Santriel." ”

・・・・・・ nightmare finally came, Vio glanced at Lady Santriel resentfully, and led Draco away. After walking through two or three rooms, her excellent hearing still caught Lucius Malfoy's laughter: "It's your study again・・・・・・?

As soon as Draco walked with her into the garden, he immediately put down his previous polite appearance in front of the Santrill and watched Vio laugh out loud.

"Eh, you're there, Santriel, how many spells have you used on yourself? haha・・・・・・ are these real scales? What kind of animal scales? Ah, your eyes are at least three feet sunken!!You must be envious of goldfish now--the eyes can bulge, here, are all the skin on your body piled up on your neck・・・・・・ Santriel, you ・・・・・・"

Vio couldn't help but raise his fist-clenched hand, and Draco immediately shut up, taking several steps back alertly. But he quickly showed a puzzled expression, as if he was a little surprised by his actions. Vio sighed, let go of his hand and brushed his hair on the back of his head.

Although she felt that she was just scaring and scaring Draco, the Malfoys were still here, and if she didn't grasp the strength and didn't find the right position, Draco's face was colored again, and the Malfoys would definitely not let her go again.

"Draco, come here, I'll take you somewhere to play. With no end in sight, Vio quickly put on a smile that he thought was charming, and beckoned to Draco to come closer.

But Draco shook his body and looked at the girl in front of him with sunken eyes, swollen features, bared teeth, and ・・・・・・ smile, and refused to come to her, "Santriel, what do you want to do?"

"Just show you around my house, wouldn't you like it?--no danger, how can I attack you the way I am now, right? You don't even have the courage to walk with me?" Vio deliberately accentuated the tone of the attack.

Draco frowned, "Poor agitation didn't work for me, Santriel. I just don't see the need for that. No matter how close our parents were, we're enemies after all, aren't we? I can't remember exactly how you tricked me into going to the tower in the middle of the night with Potter, but I'll never forget it. ”

He paused, looked up and down vio, and then pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, "It's good to be pretentious in front of your parents, when it's just you and me, isn't it ridiculous to disguise again?"

Draco's eyes were cold, like a sharp sword, piercing into Vio's heart, and Vio felt his heart tremble unexpectedly.

How did she forget about Snape taking Draco's memories?

Well, the friendly relationship with Draco that had been established before was like a castle on sand, washed away by the sea overnight, leaving no trace - but it didn't seem to be accurate, and there was an inexplicable misunderstanding between them that Snape had set up.

"Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills. Vio struggled to pick himself up and smiled "kindly" at Draco.

"But don't you want to know why I'm like this?"

Draco hesitated, he looked at Vio, how the hell had she put so many spells on herself? These spells seemed quite advanced, at least not for a first-year student. Moreover, the Santrielles were blind to all these things in her, and it seemed that there was a very special reason for that.

"・・・・・・I warn you, Santeriel, if you dare to play any tricks again this time. I will give you back the humiliation and pain I suffered last time. Draco said categorically.

- Just take a look. Vio smiled and automatically skipped his warning.

Would Draco do anything cruel to her? she didn't believe it. He's just a little young master with a knife mouth and a tofu heart.