[HP] love

Hill looked at the letter and smiled wryly in his heart.

The letter had been received only half an hour ago, and his heart stopped for a moment when he saw the familiar white falcon flying into the window of Stocker's house.Facing the strange gazes of the other three people on the dining table, Hill pretended to be calm and untied the letter on his paw. Just after scanning a line of words, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Mr. Malfoy's letter?" Mr. Bailey Stoker looked at the parchment in his hand with bright eyes, as if looking at a peerless treasure.

"Could it be an invitation to the ball? But how did you give it to Hill?" Mrs. Zabini also showed an interested look.

"Hmph!" Ajel glanced at the parchment with disdain, ignored the others, and continued to eat on his own.

"No, it's a letter from Mr. Malfoy." Looking at the situation in front of him, Hill had no choice but to explain.

Mrs. Zabini's expression immediately became dull, and Mr. Stock's eyes became complicated.On the contrary, Agel raised his head and looked at his younger brother in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so good!" This tone could not be described as admiration or contempt, but it did make Hill feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Stock thought for a while, and said with some hesitation: "It's not bad that you and Mr. Malfoy are friends."

After hearing this, Ajel sneered irrefutably, put down the tableware and got up, and walked out of the restaurant without saying hello to anyone.

Watching Ajer disappear into the restaurant from the corner of the eye, Hill nodded slightly: "I see, father."

Back in his bedroom, Hill opened Draco's letter with mixed feelings.

He really didn't expect that he would receive a letter from Xiaolong, let alone that it clearly stated that he was invited to visit Malfoy Manor.Hill took the parchment and looked at it again and again, and the unformed strokes deliberately imitated the gorgeous cursive characters; the aristocratic and formulaic tone was a little more intimate; the sincerity of the writer was revealed between the lines... ... With such a letter, he could tell who sent it at a glance, and he felt warm in his heart.

But it was destined to disappoint Xiaolong, Hill sighed and thought sadly.He could already imagine Mr. Malfoy's reaction when he heard the news. He who warned him half a year ago must be angry at this ignorant person... Under such an embarrassing identity, Hope It is impossible for Er to walk into the gate of Malfoy Manor with any identity other than Lucius' lover and the heir of the Stoke family.

He stared at the immature cursive characters for a while, pulled out the letter paper, made up his mind, and began to write a reply.After carefully writing the aristocratic rejection letter, he tied the letter to John's lap, thought for a while, and then took out the gadget he had just made and hung it up. "To Draco Malfoy, you know?" He patted John's wings, and the owl nodded calmly, and flew away calmly without even pecking at Hill's palm.

The Malfoy Manor, who was also having lunch, was a situation where the wife was virtuous and the son was filial and happy. The husband was handsome and gentleman, the wife was beautiful and gentle, plus a sensible and generous son. The three members of the Malfoy family were simply a model of nobility.

Draco suddenly felt a little awkward seeing his parents treating each other with respect and respect.His parents never quarreled, but they never showed affection in front of him. This kind of getting along with him was something I was used to when I was a child, but I don’t know why. After I went to Hogwarts, I heard friends occasionally show The way of getting along between husband and wife is different from my own.Or maybe this is how they get along, Draco thought, suppressing his inner slander.

Lucius didn't notice that his son looked at them differently than usual. He was having a headache because of the appointment that Narcissa was going to go to.Draco's return did not restrain Narcissa's love behavior at all. She still went out twice a week to be with the German Martin.Although the agreement they made at the beginning was not to interfere with each other's life, but her son has already returned home from vacation, can't she hide it for a few more days?

A few days ago, he had an argument with Narcissa about this issue, and the other party looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't worry, dear Lucius, as long as your Stoke is not found, I will not show my flaws." ! They're friends, aren't they?"

Just this one sentence made Lucius speechless.

Just when he was struggling, an ordinary owl that couldn't be more ordinary flew in. Lucius frowned and looked at the passer-by owl with disgust. Before he could say anything, Draco had already Jumped up, "Oh, it's John! Hill's Owl!"

Lucius' eyes became gloomy for an instant, but Narcissa put on a look of interest and asked in a gentle tone, "Is that the Hill you invited? I remember he should be from the Stoke family." People?" He blinked while speaking, and Lucius' face became darker.

While feeding a few biscuits to John who had unpacked, Draco said excitedly: "Yes, Mom. I just sent him the invitation letter today, and I didn't expect Hill to reply right away!"

"Oh, really, so what did he say in the letter?" Narcissa looked at her husband and asked with high spirits.

Draco read the letter at a glance, but his expression froze. He answered his mother's question listlessly: "Merlin, he said he couldn't come!"

Hearing this, Lucius raised the right eyebrow involuntarily.

"However, Hill said that his father has sent an invitation letter to the Stokers' dance, and he will come with him when the time comes," Draco raised his tone again, and said with anticipation, "I think I can send He stayed, even for a day..." At this point, his tone became lost again, "I just don't know if Mr. Stoke can agree..."

"If your father asked, he would definitely agree." Narcissa looked at Lucius' darkened face meaningfully and said with a smile.

Draco's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he looked at his father expectantly.Lucius turned his head away uncomfortably, pondered for a while, nodded his head helplessly, and said pretending to be serious: "It depends on the results of your family training during this period."

"I see, thank you Dad!" Draco agreed excitedly.Lucius gave a warning glance to Narcissa who was giggling next to her. This woman seemed to be getting more and more presumptuous after falling in love.

Since the last dream in Malfoy's study, Hill felt a little strange.

Ever since my memory was damaged, strange dreams have always invaded my brain, but I can't see clearly.But the night in Malfoy Manor, the slippery cave, the big brass-colored eyes all seemed to be imprinted in his mind, it was so vivid!

What's even more strange is that it seems that from that day on, the dreams I had every night began to become clearer.In the past few days, he has dreamed about the serious illness he suffered when he was eight years old, about the evil notebook, and also about Draco and Harry Potter... All these seem to be not ordinary dreams, Hill even It feels like they are showing something to themselves in a dream.

But purely inferring from the dream, Hill couldn't draw a conclusion at all.

The time to attend the Malfoy's ball was getting closer, and the Stoke's house began to get busy with great fanfare.Mrs. Zabini came almost every day, and the tailors were busy making dresses for the three of them.The only person in the family who is free is Ajieer, but the only one is always away from home.

Hill ignored his brother's whereabouts, but Mrs. Zabini asked once, and Mr. Stock said proudly that Ajel went out to meet his classmates.It is conceivable that Ajel's classmate must be from the Muggle world. After hearing this answer, Mrs. Zabini stopped talking.

In the days leading up to the ball, the Stokes were making final confirmations with the tailor, and Mrs. Zabini brought her son here today.Mr. Stocker's old face seemed to be smiling like a bright flower. He received Blaise Zabini with the attitude of treating juniors. Hill looked on coldly and found it quite ironic.

Zabini looked a little embarrassed when he saw Hill, but he relaxed when he saw Hill greeted him indifferently.While Mr. Stoke was chatting with Mrs. Zabini, he sneaked up to Hill, "Stoke, will you go to Draco's ball too?"

"Yes." Hill nodded politely.

"You have never been to a ball before. There are quite a few beautiful ladies in it, but most of them are too rigid." Zabini said with a well-informed look.

Hill glanced at him, pursed his lips, "Have you been there many times?"

"Of course," Zabini curled his lips helplessly, "my mother has a lot of contacts, you should know."

Hill was a little surprised by the other party's lack of concealment, and looked at Zabini with a little more sincerity, "Then you must be like a fish in water."

"Who cares about that!" Zabini rolled his eyes.