When she and Aunt Sigoness were riding to Malfoy Manor before dinner, Mickey put them in the carriage and dragged another rag to the front of the carriage. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info a huge fire dragon was tied to the front of the carriage, and some dark green spots grew on its rough skin, which looked a little weird. The breed should be the Welsh Green Dragon.

Mickey poked the dragon's scales with his long, long-untrimmed nails, and the dragon immediately stood upright, stretched out its huge periosteal-covered wings, roared and spat out a balloon of water, sprayed it into the open grass in front of the courtyard, and flew into the sky—the whole carriage was shaken, but fortunately it didn't fall apart—and in a moment it was into the sky.

At this time, Vio kind of understood why there was such an open grass in front of his garden that could be used as an airfield, and no trees and flowers were planted.

After the initial period of fear, Vio excitedly poked his head out of the side window of the carriage, and Sigoness ignored her, closing her eyes and recuperating. After a while, Vio retracted into the carriage with her head drooping, the wind outside was so strong that it hurt her brain, and a large cloud came over, so humid that she couldn't see anything.

I don't know how long it took, but they finally stopped.

Mickey respectfully opened the door, and Vio and Sigoness slowly stepped out of the carriage with Mickey's help, and there were some small sounds of surprise around them, which came from the other guests attending the Malfoy family Christmas party, Vio and Sigoness took Mickey and were greeted by the Malfoys' attendants, and they could occasionally hear a sentence or two of surprise and envy that people were surprised and envious of the Santrill family dragon pulling the carriage.

From the gate of the manor to the newly decorated hall of the castle, there is no shortage of baptism of other people's eyes along the way.

Vio tugged at her skirt, she felt a little overwhelmed by her back, Aunt Sigoness insisted that it would accentuate her figure, but Vio was skeptical, she didn't think the dress would make an eleven-year-old look like an eighteen-year-old.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy welcomed them on the wide steps in front of the castle, along with Draco, who wore a new dark purple robe, trimmed with silver thread on the cuffs and neckline, embellished with sparkling diamonds, and with his meticulously combed platinum-blond hair and straight body, he looked like the proud little peacock again.

Seeing that he didn't really lie in bed and couldn't get up, Vio was suddenly in a good mood. She smiled kindly at Draco, but the other man deftly avoided looking at her and greeted Sigoness beside Vio.

It seems that not only did he not lose his temper, but it was more likely that he would never bother with Vio after the incident on the platform.

"Sigoness, it's great that you're here. Long time no see. Mrs. Malfoy smiled politely, raising her wand to touch Sigoness's in the air, a glimmer of light.

"Yes, long time no see. ”

"Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, Draco, Merry Christmas. Vio honestly followed his aunt and raised her wand and saluted.

"Welcome, Miss Santriel, please. Cyril and Cassie are meeting with the guests of the Ministry of Magic in the drawing room, and if you want to go, you can check them out, Sigoness. Mr. Malfoy bowed skilfully, and immediately another attendant came over to pick up Vio and Sigoness.

There were already a lot of people at the ball, and the huge Persian turquoise carpeted living room was full of floating wine glasses and dinner plates. In the corner, there is a witch who is using a wand to direct various instruments in an ensemble, and she occasionally fills in the bel canto part, which sounds good. There was a vacant spot in the middle of the hall, and five or six people were dancing to the music.

Vio found a lot of familiar Slytherin classmates here, such as Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and she was accompanied by a little blonde girl, presumably her sister or something.

They were getting together, each holding a glass of red wine in their hands, laughing and chatting.

"Your classmates?" Sigoness, keenly aware of Vio's gaze for a long time, "Would you like to go over and say hello to them?"

"No, no, no. Vio quickly refused, she didn't know what the consequences would be, and at the same time, she missed Harry, Ron, and Hermione so much.

Sigoness sighed, "You and I were quite alike. It's just that you're a Slytherin now, and it's harder and more isolated to stay away from purebloods in the open. ”

"Auntie?" Vio didn't know what to say, she, the Gryffindor-graduated aunt, should have attended this kind of gathering of pure-blood nobles before. At that time, she should have been the same as her current self, standing alone and out of place with her surroundings. No, she should have been more lonely at that time, and she was still with her now.

Thinking of this, Vio made a nonchalant look, she reached out and took a glass of yellow and clear mead from the air, and a glass of lighter wine, mixed the two glasses together, and then divided the two glasses, and handed one to Sigoness, "If you come, you will be safe." We're on one front, and you're not allowed to tell mom and dad I'm drinking. ”

Vio smiled and picked up her cup, drank it happily, and before she could take a sip, she had a bitter face.

Sigoness looked at her like she wanted to vomit but couldn't, frowned and smiled, "It doesn't taste good? Fortunately, I haven't drunk it yet—"

"I think it's mixed with sake with apple cider vinegar・・・・・・ no, I'm going to find a place to fix it-" Vio said as he found a waiter and asked him for directions to the bathroom, and rushed over, she had to rinse her mouth.

Vio covered his mouth and hurried into a room, which was very dimly lit, too far from the bright prom hall outside. But Vio didn't mind, she thought in a daze, of course, the lighting in the bathroom didn't have to be too good. She was anxious to find a washbasin, but after a while, there was only an old round table with a candle lit and a glass of water in the room. Without hesitation, Vio picked up the glass of water and was about to pour it into his mouth-

"Little master?!no, you can't drink—" A shrill voice interrupted her movements, and she held back the sour taste in her mouth and the sour water in her stomach, and looked back, the water glass in her hand was snatched by the elf who jumped up behind her.

It's Mickey.

"I'm sorry Mitch, I didn't know it was yours, I knew it wasn't good, but I..." Vio couldn't help but burp, his mouth filled with sour and astringent taste again, "I need to get rid of this smell in my mouth as soon as possible, oh, I'm going crazy-"

"Wait, little master," Mickey snapped his senses, snapping his fingers together with his unpleasant looks. A glass of clear liquid immediately appeared in the air, and Vio took it at its beckoning and drank it in one gulp - well, it was freshly mixed lemonade, which was much better.

Vio stroked his chest and looked at Mickey gratefully. She thinks the house-elves are really too powerful.

"Thank you Mickey, eh, why are you here? Aunt Sigoness asked you to come to me?"

Hearing Vio's inquiry, the elf wrapped around the rag immediately became uneasy, and it kept rubbing the rag on its body, looking like it was about to cry.

Vio admonished, "Tell me the truth about Mickey. ”

Eventually, it shuddered and pointed behind Vio, who looked back to see a gray mat in the corner, on which was curled up with the same blue-gray skin - it was faintly lying together, and Vio suddenly realized that it was not something, but a house-elf.

"Is that, Dobby?" Vio looked at Mitch, who sobbed and nodded.

She hurriedly walked over and sat down on the floor in front of Dobby, the Malfoy's house-elf. Mickey followed with the glass of water.

"Mickey, what's wrong with it?" Vio tried to put his hand on Dobby's bare head, but she soon realized that it was stupid to do so, Dobby was cold all over his body, and it didn't look like a fever. "Was it punished?"

Mickey nodded, it observed Vio's every move, and then suddenly had the courage to hold the glass of water in his arms for a long time to Vio, and begged: "Little master, can you ask someone from the Malfoy family to feed Dobby the medicine?

Before Vio could answer, the door of the room was pushed open again, and a stern scolding rang out: "Dobby, where are you, you lazy bone! There are so many guests outside, why don't you come out quickly?"

Dobby's body on the gray mat shook like a feeble sack, limp.

Mickey jumped behind Vio, his eyes full of fear and hatred.

Vio squinted at the tall man standing in the doorway, "Mr. Malfoy, you probably didn't know, Dobby is sick, very sick. ”

The man took a few steps forward in amazement, and after seeing Vio sitting next to Dobby, he guessed that she should have heard his own shouting, and his tone was slightly embarrassed and dissatisfied: "-Miss Santriel, why are you not enjoying Christmas at the brightly lit ball?"

“…… I'm some, uncomfortable. And then went to the wrong room on the way to find the bathroom, but it doesn't matter, Mr. Malfoy, I beg you, feed this poor house-elf medicine and give it a rest, okay?"

For a moment, Lucius Malfoy neither spoke nor moved, his gray eyes looked at Vio with a cold curiosity.

Vio was nervous, and Mickey was tugging at her clothes behind her and shivering, making her even more nervous. Just when she finally couldn't stand the deathly silence, Lucius finally moved.

He slowly raised his snakehead staff, his wand was in the hollow cane, and gently pointed at the cup in Mickey's hand, and the liquid in the cup spontaneously crossed the beautiful arc into Dobby's mouth lying on the mat - Mickey had somehow opened Dobby's mouth slightly.

"Alright, Miss Santriel, I assume that there is nothing stopping you from returning to the bright and cheerful hall now?" Lucius looked at Vio sternly, she quickly nodded, and pulled Mitch to prepare to leave-

Mr. Malfoy's voice came slowly from behind him, "Be careful, Miss Santriel, I think it's my duty to point out to you that I know your way of thinking is becoming more and more similar to that group of blood traitors? It doesn't matter if you want to fall, the Sontrel family likes to be different and inclusive. But not the Malfoys, you'd better stay away from Draco. ”

Vio paused, and Mr. Malfoy walked out past her with a sneer.