[HP] The Last Demon King

Narcissa had been sitting on the sofa in a daze since she came back from Voldemort's mansion. There was no light in the hall, and the faint moonlight outside the window illuminated her dismal face in the darkness.

In such a huge home, she could only hear her own breathing.

She deliberately forgot the time, and in the end, time seemed to stop passing, since the night would not pass, the day would not come, and her Draco would not have to go to a dead end... If time stopped at this moment forever ...

Suddenly, a timid voice pulled her back from her dazed trance: "Mistress, there are people visiting outside the door..." A timid little elf rubbed the apron around her waist nervously, watching her carefully. the master.

"Who?" Narcissa slowly turned back her scattered eyes and looked at Elf Shasha.

"Mr. Jason Firth and his daughter, Miss Elizabeth," said the little elf, rustling.

Jason Firth, a potential Death Eater who has not been exposed to the eyes of the Aurors, has been Lucius's capable man before Lucius' downfall. Now it’s the same late night visit. Although Narcissa was puzzled, she still cheered up and stood up: "Please come in."

Her voice was louder than before: "Buck—" After Rusha disappeared, another elf quietly appeared in the living room. "Turn on the lights and welcome our guests." In just a few seconds, Narcissa's voice had become calm and indifferent.

The lights of the whole mansion were turned on in response, and the bright light illuminated her face. The tear stains and bleak look that glistened in the darkness had completely disappeared from her face. Narcissa's face was still pale, but her chin had been raised. When she got up, she seemed to be back to the usual cold, unsmiling, but impeccable Mrs. Malfoy.

When the elf opened the gate of the mansion, Jason was already waiting outside, and he was holding a five or six-year-old blonde girl. Narcissa twisted the corners of her mouth to force a smile.

"I'm sorry for visiting late at night. Did I disturb your rest?" Jason said apologetically.

"It's okay, we haven't rested yet, come in and talk." Narcissa reached out to touch Isabella: "Isabella, what do you want to eat...?" Meeting Isabella's eyes, her face His expression became stiff, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

As if he didn't notice the change in Narcissa's expression, Jason continued: "I won't go in. In fact, I came to ask you something. Naomi and I have something urgent to go out now, and there is no one to take care of it." Isabella, I want Isabella to stay with you tonight, can I?"

Narcissa withdrew her hand stiffly and looked at Jason, who frowned slightly and gave her an "Auror" mouth.

"Okay...Of course..." Narcissa nodded slowly and unnaturally, but Jason didn't care about it. After leaving Isabella, he left immediately.

"Isabella" walked in without looking at Narcissa. Narcissa looked at her back, her expression changed a few times, and finally told the elf to close the door in a low voice, and hurriedly chased after her.

She walked across the foyer just in time to see "Isabella" casting a spell on the palm of her hand, which Narcissa remembered was the same hand she had just been held by Jansen.

Narcissa stopped in her footsteps, her expression was stiff and strange: "... Selwyn?"

Aridins turned her head and looked at her blankly, a line of words appeared in the air: "If you don't want to upset the Dark Lord, you'd better not call me by my last name in front of him."

Although Voldemort did not give Eridings a new surname, he was obviously unwilling to give his bloodline another name. It was an open tacit agreement among the Death Eaters to honor Eridings as Miss Eridings.

Narcissa didn't seem to take her advice to heart, she took two quick steps and looked at Eridins eagerly: "Has the Dark Lord changed his mind? Draco... Draco doesn't need... ..."

"The Dark Lord will never change what he has decided," Aridins replied before she could finish.

Narcissa hadn't had time to be disappointed when she saw Aridins walking up the stairs as naturally as if she was walking in her own home.

"Wait! You... What are you doing up here..."

Eridins stopped and looked at her coldly from the gilt stairs.

"You still don't seem to understand the situation. What I want to do and who I want to see are not up to you."

An angry look flashed across Narcissa's face for a moment. She opened her mouth to say something, but a purple-red magic wand pointing at her from afar stopped her from speaking.

"Stop challenging my patience."

Eridings looked down at her coldly, until her face turned from red to white, then Eridings turned and went up to the second floor.

When the knock on the door rang, Malfoy was sitting by the window with a gloomy face. When he heard the knock on the door, he didn't move, but said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

There was no response, but Eridens didn't need him to respond. After opening the locked door with a door opening spell, Eridens walked in.

Flicking her wand to make the potion bottles she had drunk disappear, Eridins locked the door with her backhand.

"Isabella?" The alertness on Malfoy's face turned into deep displeasure after seeing Eridins, "Who asked you to open the door to my room?"

Eridins didn't answer him and went straight to the bathroom, but a hand grabbed her dress from behind and pulled her back roughly.

"Who allowed you..." Malfoy was horrified to find that the girl in his hand was changing before he could finish his angry words.Her face seemed to be melting, her body was stretching, and her whole body was slowly getting bigger.

"Boom."

Both Eridins and Malfoy subconsciously shifted their gazes to where the sound came from—the first button on her chest was burst.

"I am Eridings." All Eridings wrote.

Malfoy opened his hands as quickly as an electric shock, his eyes also avoided Eridins' chest, and a red cloud rose quickly on his pale face.

It was only then that Eridins walked into the bathroom. She couldn't take off the clothes on her body, so she cut them off with a magic spell, and then changed into the fitting clothes she brought.

When she walked out of the bathroom again, Malfoy was still standing in the same position, but his face had become cold and hard.

"What are you doing here?"

"I miss you." Eridins reached out to hug Malfoy, but the next moment, she was pushed away.

Under Malfoy's cold face, there was faint anger burning.

"Do you think I'll forgive you every time you do something like this?"