Draco Malfoy had just done one of the most regrettable things in his twelve-year life. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He believed the words of the ugly girl whose features had been distorted by a spell, and he followed her all the way to the third floor of the Santriel family's villa.

In fact, he also suspected that the girl had bad intentions, but he followed her to visit the villa with the confidence that he had a hole card. At the beginning, the first and second floors were normal, there were no special rooms, and she acted like a competent host, introducing him in detail about every relatively interesting place.

But ・・・・・・ time you reach the third layer, the plot completely collapses.

He had seen a huge number of books he had never seen before—the Malfoys had their own large study room, but there were so many of them, what better adjective could be than madness—the shelves were all covered with long curtains of fabric, and only the one closest to the entrance had a corner of the curtain lifted, and the half-concealed ones were often more tempting to commit crimes than the secrets that were completely concealed.

Hardly anyone would resist the temptation that is at their fingertips.

So, when the ugly girl "didn't have time" to remind him, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a hard-shelled tome at random, and before he could see what was written on paper, it happened.

His whole being became transparent.

In the process of his shock and petrification, the hard-shelled book slipped from his hand that gradually became transparent, and smashed to the floor with a deafening roar: "Idiot! I can't even hold the book steadily, don't think about changing it back in this life!"

"Hahaha・・・・・・" The ugly girl stood by and looked at him, covering her mouth and laughing so much that she couldn't straighten her waist. He thought about it, and felt that it was not useless to be transparent, for example, now she could only see a pile of clothes standing in the air, and she could not see his red face.

"Enough laughing," Draco looked coldly at the VIO opposite, who didn't react to the transparency, and there was no threat in his gaze. "If you've laughed enough, tell me how to break the spell. ”

"・・・・・・ yes, I'm so embarrassed. Vio looked at Draco's robes with amusement—that was the only thing that could prove his existence right now. "It's a tradition in our family, and I forgot to remind you that almost every book on these shelves has one or more spells on it that automatically applies to anyone who touches it. Moreover, you have to find the cracks of these spells yourself, and the answers are also in these bookshelves. ”

Draco squinted at the girl in front of him who was laughing more and more violently, and felt that the smile was really an eyesore, but he could do nothing about her.

He tried to pick up the book on the ground, but the transparent hand passed through the book over and over again in vain, unable to hold it.

It seemed that his existence was like air after his body became transparent, he thought, and stood up, just about to walk around Vio towards the stairs, but was blocked by Vio, she couldn't see Draco, but just stared directly in front of his robes - who knew that her lips were facing a little below Draco's eyebrows.

The unusually soft and slightly damp touch made Draco pause. He couldn't avoid it, he froze on the spot, and unconsciously held his breath, looking at Vio with silver-blue-gray eyes, full of shock. In the chaos of her mind, she still thought that she could still touch the physical object, maybe she just couldn't touch the book--but her lips were hot・・・・・・

When the robe stopped, and froze in front of her, Vio thought it worked. She noticed that Draco couldn't pick up the book anymore - it meant that the spell in him was capable of blurring its existence.

If he just grabbed his robe, he would definitely not be able to stop him from wanting to run out and complain - he could take off his robe and make a golden cicada out of his shell, but it would be different if he was directly blocked in front of him, so it wouldn't put too much pressure on him, and he wouldn't be able to make up his mind to take off his clothes and run away unless he had to, right?

"You're not going to speak ill of me in front of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, do you!" I just didn't have time to tell you - you did it yourself・・・・・・

A warm stream of air rushed over Vio's lips, making Draco dizzy, and he seemed to smell a cold, unique aroma. To better discern what it was, he sniffed hard.

As Vio spoke, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, followed by a warm breath - like a human breath・・・・・・

She suddenly realized that she was too close to the clothes in front of her—almost close to each other.

Vio snapped back a few steps, the stairs were in sight—her cheeks were starting to turn crimson, and without hesitation, she ran down the stairs, fleeing.

"Santriel, do you have any more explanations for the spells attached to them in each book?what is running away like this?or did you ・・・・・・ react?" Draco stood still, puzzled by Vio's behavior—she finally felt terrible about seeing only one set of clothes standing in the air?

He couldn't help but feel a little confused when he recalled the soft touch just now.

By the time Draco went downstairs and fumbled his way back to the living room, Vio had already hid in the small room next door.

Not surprisingly, the four adults in the living room had a strange first reaction when they saw a set of clothes floating in front of them by themselves. Mr. Malfoy was silent, presumably in a state of chaos, and Mrs. Malfoy screamed, "What's going on?Draco?!"

Mr. Santriel was clearly the first of them to understand what was happening, and he couldn't help but laugh hard. But it seems that in the end it fell short, because Vio couldn't help but say when he heard Mr. Malfoy: "For Merlin's sake, laugh if you want, Cyril!

Lady Santriel was the last to speak, and she seemed sorry for Narcissa and had been comforting Narcissa and Draco. "It's okay, as long as you find the spell cracking, it will be normal soon・・・・・・"

Vio couldn't hear anything anymore, and the next room was deadly silent. Maybe they're discussing something serious and don't want people to overhear.

Eventually, Draco was told to stay at Vio's house until he found the Spell Breaker and then returned, and that while he was at the Santriel house, the Malfoy family would send Dobby, a house-elf, to take care of him.

That night, when Aunt Sigoness came back from work, she was also startled by a set of clothes sitting at the table. She glanced at Vio suspiciously, who was desperately cutting the beef, as if she was not in the same world as Sigoness, it seemed that this matter definitely had something to do with Vio, Sigoness guessed firmly.

"Hello, Miss Sigoness. Draco's voice.

"Oh, it's Draco. You're welcome, if you don't mind, just call me Aunt Sigoness like VIO. ”

"Yes. Draco gave up nodding in response as the other man stared blankly at his clothes.

Early the next morning, waiting for VIO in the sea of books on the third floor was no longer only a hearty breakfast, but also a set of clothes.

Vio's face had become more swollen from the gradient spell, and she couldn't see it anymore anyway, but when she faced Draco again, she felt much more at ease.

"Good morning, transparent people. ”

"--What are you talking about, ugly bastard!"

"Each other, you don't even have a face. Gee. ”

"--I feel a little sick to my stomach to you. ”

"Oh, then you can vomit. I don't care, I can't see it anyway. Vio smiled slyly.

Draco seemed to choke on himself with vio's words, and then vio saw the milk cup on the table levitate in the air, and then tilted automatically, and the milk kept disappearing into a spot in the air, which looked weird.

Vio thought with interest - it was so interesting to see other people's spells.