Chapter 188: Narcissa

Narcissa had a dream.

In the dream, it seemed she had returned to that winter.

At that time, Draco was still very young, and she had accidentally taken a potion. As a result, she suddenly turned into a child about the same age as Draco. And she had no magic power, couldn't even use a wand.

She could only find a way to contact Lucius as soon as possible. Hoping to be able to resolve this state.

But Lucius didn't know where he had gone; she waited for a day, and there was no reply from the other side.

She had no choice but to walk out of the house, wanting to find a house-elf to help her.

Who knew that after she found a house-elf, what she waited for was not a loyal servant, but a terrifying house-elf.

It took her away from the Malfoy manor, sent her to the Muggle world, and then handed her over to a few guys who didn't look like good people.

During their conversation, she learned that these people's target was not her, but her son Draco.

It was just that her appearance made the house-elf, who was a bit dazed after being put under the Imperius Curse, mistakenly think it had brought Draco.

She tried her best to calm herself down, thinking about how she could leave this place.

Who knew that for three whole days, she didn't find a chance to escape; she was tied up by those people for three days and starved for three days.

She swore in her heart that once she got out, she would definitely kill these people.

Who knew that on the fourth day, those people brought her a piece of bad news.

It turned out that Lucius had already taken action; he had screened all the house-elves and discovered the house-elf that had been put under the Imperius Curse.

And following that house-elf, he found some clues about these people.

So those people thought they had discovered that house-elf under the Imperius Curse long ago, just to confuse them.

And she, this "little child," must be a decoy released by the Malfoy family.

Those people were angry and hateful, preparing to grab her and smash her to death outside. She was terrified and at a loss.

She, the dignified Lady of the Malfoy family, was actually going to die here? And just when she was in despair, a child rushed out. She looked at this child calmly and mockingly.

Thinking that the appearance of this child would probably just mean one more person dying with her.

Who knew that the child had great strength, actually rushing forward and knocking the man who grabbed her to death.

She looked at the boy in surprise, being pulled by the boy to run outside. Those people behind them were in hot pursuit.

They felt that someone coming to save her meant she might be someone important. Perhaps she could also be exchanged for some money.

Even if she was nothing, they didn't want her to leave alive. They couldn't have worked for nothing.

So there was chasing everywhere; she was dragged forward by the boy, with only one thought in her heart: run out.

She, Narcissa, could not die here.

Who knew that as they ran, the boy actually collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. It was very clear that that kind of power couldn't be used simply. The boy told her to run first.

"They aren't looking for me, you go first!"

Narcissa wanted to laugh.

Those people might have only been looking for her at first, but now, this child was clearly also an object of their pursuit.

He was just a child, after all, so stupid.

So she turned and left without hesitation.

When she turned, she could seemingly still see the shock in the boy's eyes. Ha, can a Black be a good person?

It was just that what she didn't expect was that she was hungry and tired, and didn't run far before she collapsed.

She curled herself up in the small alley, praying that those people wouldn't discover her. However, she discovered with terror that those people had already found the place where she was.

And she, without a wand, having been starved for so long, had no strength at all.

She, Narcissa, was indeed a bad person; she had abandoned that little boy just now, and now, she would also be killed.

She looked around with unwillingness, fear, and panic. Even if she had no strength, she still wanted to struggle to climb up. But it was of no use.

Until... she saw the boy.

The boy was covered in sweat, and a large part of his body was wet. His face was as pale as paper.

His green eyes were also filled with fear.

"Get up quickly, climb onto my back!"

The boy squatted down.

His small body looked exceptionally thin.

A warm current surged in her heart; she wanted to say, you are exhausted yourself, what are you running back for?

But looking at his firm eyes, she actually thought she could escape death.

So, Narcissa stood up with effort and climbed onto his back.

She thought, if she could still live and get out, she must thank this child properly.

After that, they walked a long way.

She couldn't remember how they walked that stretch of road, only remembering the boy's pale face, his forehead covered in sweat, and his constant encouraging voice. ===== CHAPTER 190 =====