[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

A few minutes later, Safra walked out of Malfoy Manor with a new soul. Maybe she'll never come back.

She was seen by many people, including Voldemort. They said nothing to each other, and Voldemort didn't realize at all that this was no longer the original Safra. He only thought that Amy had shown the ability to bring back the dead again.

"Nagini, do you think she is really useful? Are you willing to use this power for me?" Voldemort once again put Nagini into the spherical transparent cover made by the spell.

Nagini still had no energy. She stuck out her tongue feebly and closed her eyes, as if she wanted to sleep for a while.

On the balcony of Draco Malfoy's room, the two of them watched Safra walk out of the door before feeling relieved.

"I doubt it," Amy said thoughtfully, "Is it true that Voldemort couldn't discover that other Horcruxes were destroyed?"

Malfoy had no research on this and could only shake his head and said, "I don't know. But, he has never seen those Horcruxes, right?"

"Probably." Amy nodded: "But even if he finds those Horcruxes again, he will only find that they are intact."

There are a few pieces that are indeed intact, but the split souls inside are missing. The same goes for Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, and Nagini who just got out.

"Huh~~~ I'm so tired." Amy weakly sat back on the chair on the balcony and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was very sleepy.

While taking a deep breath, I was so close to the glass of whiskey that I could smell the strong aroma of the wine. The more he breathed, the more confused he became, and the frown became tighter.

Looking at the sweat on her hands with half-squinted eyes, Amy smiled bitterly again: "It was really dangerous just now, he actually wanted to trick me... Fortunately, I am smart. Fortunately, I am a little luckier than ordinary people. "

If not for a little luck, she might have been killed by Voldemort on a whim.

If luck doesn't matter, why does Slughorn like Elixir so much?

Someone has said that luck is also a kind of strength. No matter how unfair this statement is, it is still true.

Malfoy finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat across from Amy. Just thinking about Voldemort sitting in this place just now made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go inside," Malfoy suggested.

"Okay!" Amy's brain twitched for a moment, and she vaguely took the goblet on the table, took a sip of the liquid in her mouth, and then sprayed it all over the floor.

"What...what is this?" Amy looked pained. The next second she saw the whiskey bottle in the middle of the table, she finally recalled that this was the wine Voldemort poured for her.

Then the expression on his face became even more painful. He walked to the balcony railing, bent down and retched several times.

Malfoy came over and patted her on the back and said, "Of course it's whiskey, have you forgotten?"

Amy waved her hand: "I was so nervous just now...I really forgot."

When he raised his head again, his cheeks were already extremely red and his head was even more dizzy. Her eyes were blurry, and she rubbed her temples with her fingers and shook her head, but it didn't make her wake up any more.

At this point, Malfoy came to the conclusion that Amy's drinking capacity was really bad, and she became so drunk after gargling her mouth.

"You'd better go to bed and rest." Malfoy was so willing to let her into the room.

"Stop!" Amy put on a very serious face and said: "Men and women are not intimate, can you please don't touch me?" Then she said: "I won't enter your room, you are not my husband... "

"I'm your friend." Malfoy introduced himself helplessly, rolled his eyes again, and smiled evilly: "It's not impossible if you want me to be your husband."

Amy quickly pushed him: "I don't want it!"

Malfoy couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Do you hate me so much?"

"Hate?" Amy stood leaning against the railing of the balcony, showing a very confused expression, and asked: "Did I say I hate you? When?"

Malfoy was confused again, "Then do you hate it or not?"

"It's still quite annoying." Amy seemed to have lost her mind, and her words were a bit inconsistent. "Actually, you are not the worst kind of person. You are just... the kind of childish boy who wants to attract girls' attention, but only pulls shoulder straps and braids. Think about it, you have caused me trouble like this. "

After finishing speaking, she looked at Malfoy again and smiled mysteriously: "You know? According to the plot of the school idol drama, you should get together with the girl you teased. But I... I am more rebellious. . I just ignored you on purpose, because I don’t like you, and I don’t want to follow the path of idol dramas. Hahahaha~~"

Malfoy was sure, his heart was beating hard and hot. He seemed to hear something from these words, but he wasn't so sure.

"What do you mean? Can you please explain it clearly?" Malfoy reached out and grabbed Amy's shoulder, shaking it slightly.

Be clear and say it the way he thinks.

But Amy pulled away his hand and waved her own hand: "It doesn't matter whether you say it or not."

As if she wanted to change the subject deliberately, she turned around and faced the orchard outside, and said casually: "Your house has a lot of fruit trees, many more than those in the Burrow."

Malfoy stood beside her helplessly, pointing to the dozen or so longest cherry trees and introducing them to her one by one: "The ten cherry trees there were from the year when the first grade ended." During the summer vacation, I asked my father to help me transplant them from all over the country. The cherry jam that was made later was also the cherries produced by those trees. And the tree over there was transplanted from the country where you were born. It is a small cherry. .Look at the tree over there. The cherries grown are all heart-shaped. And that tree is the sweetest cherry in the world..."

"Why are they all cherries?" After Amy asked, her face changed slightly, she said "tsk~", and then cursed herself: "You know what you're asking."

Malfoy heard this sentence very clearly, and suddenly felt angry and funny, "Do you really not know who likes to eat cherries? I have tried every means to plant so many, who do you think I am trying to please? But now...she Still refuse to eat any of them."

Amy heard the anger in his tone and burst into laughter, until she couldn't stand up straight.

"Are you still laughing?" Malfoy clearly wanted to be angry and frowned, but he still couldn't help but smile.

"I...I just suddenly felt..." Amy laughed for a while, then straightened up, stretched out her hand to grab Malfoy's arm, and said, "I feel like... being pampered by the silly son of a landlord. Hahahaha~~~"

Malfoy looked at her, smiled quietly, and said quietly in his heart: "She understands. But...is she still unwilling to accept it?"

"Come," Amy waved to him mysteriously, "I'll tell you something quietly."

"What?" Malfoy leaned closer and listened carefully.

Amy lowered her voice very low and said in his ear: "You are definitely not a bad person. And, since last Christmas, I don't hate you at all."