Chapter 85: 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 accidentally took a potion. As a result, she suddenly became a child about the same age as Draco. And 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 resolve this state.

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

She had no choice, could only 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 mansion, sent her to the Muggle world, and then handed her over to a few guys who didn't look like good people.

In the conversation of these people, she learned that their target was not her, but her son Draco.

It’s just that her appearance made the house-elf, who was a bit dazed after being cast with the Imperius Curse, mistakenly think it was brought by Draco.

She tried her best to calm down, thinking about how to leave here.

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 when she got out, she would definitely kill these people.

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

It turned out that Lucius had already taken action, he had screened all the house-elves, and discovered the house-elf who had been cast with the Imperius Curse.

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

So those people thought that they had long discovered the house-elf who had been cast with the Imperius Curse, just to confuse them.

And she, this "child", must be a bait 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 mistress of the Malfoy family, was actually going to die here? And just when she was desperate, a child rushed out. She looked at this child calmly and mockingly.

Thinking that the appearance of this child was probably just one more person to die with her.

Who knew that the child had great strength, actually made a sprint, and crashed the man who grabbed her to death.

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

They felt that someone came to save her, perhaps she was also a character. 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 by the boy to run forward, with only one thought in her heart, run out.

She, Narcissa, couldn't die here.

Who knew that as they ran, the boy actually fell to the ground exhausted. It was clear that that kind of power couldn't be used simply. The boy let her run first.

"They are not looking for me, you go first!"

Narcissa wanted to laugh.

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

He is a child after all, just stupid.

So she turned and left without hesitation.

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

Just what she didn't expect was that she was hungry and tired, and didn't run far before she lay down.

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

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

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

She was unwilling, she looked around in fear and panic. Even if she had no strength, she had 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, you lie on my back!"

The boy squatted down.

His small body looked exceptionally thin.

A warm current surged in her heart, wanting to say you are exhausted yourself, what are you running here for?

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

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 well.

After that, they walked a long way.

She couldn't remember how that road was walked, only remembered the boy’s pale face, the forehead covered in sweat, and his constant encouraging voice.

They ran out with difficulty. Thought they could leave smoothly.

Who knew that after going out, what came face to face was a green light. Narcissa thought she was going to die.

She smiled bitterly and thought, fortunately, it was to die under a spell, rather than being starved to death, being smashed to death, that would be too shameful.

She closed her eyes and waited for death.

Who knew, it was that boy who blocked in front of her again.

She was shocked to discover that after the boy took a spell, he could still carry her and continue to run forward.

They ran across river after river, finally, the boy took her and flipped over a small railing.

Behind that was a water cave.

The boy pushed her in, she saw the other end of the cave was Hogsmeade, she ran forward in surprise, she knew, this was a secret passage.

After going back, she could take revenge. She could live!

That boy, she thought, she must take him home and educate him well, treat him like her own child, and teach him that he must never be so kind in the future.

Especially don't save people like her, Narcissa, again.

It’s just that when she looked back, the boy had already fallen backward silently.

That was a stream of water.

The boy’s voice still echoed in the cave: "I’m fine, you continue to walk forward, it’s already fine..."

Is it fine?

Narcissa looked back blankly.

Suddenly, she rushed over crazily. It shouldn't be!

They had already run to the end, how did he fall down?

Such a small child, a child the same as Draco, a child who protected her for so long, how could he be gone?

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