Chapter 188: Hogwarts without Della - Poor Man

Chapter 188: Hogwarts without Della - Poor Man

Professor Snape is really good at ordering people around!

Draco spent a full hour cleaning the gloomy office full of bottles and jars, and his arms below the forearms were so sore that they felt like they were not his own.

And there's another week like this...

Draco felt that his future was bleak. He walked back to the dormitory with despair and fell on the bed. Because his whole face was pressed against the quilt, he could clearly hear the sound of the papers in his pocket being crumpled.

It was that stupid letter.

Draco turned over and lay on his back on the bed, his light blonde hair spread out, his tired gray-blue eyes staring at the curtains of the four-poster bed for a while, then took out the scribbled and wrinkled letter from his pocket.

Strictly speaking, the only thing missing from this letter and a diary is a clear date mark. Draco would write something in it when he missed Della particularly. There was no pattern or logic, he just wrote whatever came to his mind. He only used this as a way to vent his emotions. It contained many words about his longing for Della, as well as many words about his complaints about Della.

But when he should have written the letter seriously, he couldn't write anything. Draco felt that he should say a lot, but he couldn't write a single word. In the end, he could only think of sending out that letter that was cobbled together and not really a letter.

Although I didn't send it out in the end.

'What do you think about when you look out the window, Della? I looked out the whole afternoon today. The scenery outside the train seems to be good, just like the past two years, with snow-capped mountains, scorching sun, heavy rain, everything, but why is there no you? There is only my shadow on the window, before there would be two shadows, maybe you were looking at my reflection in the window at that time. Oh, I miss you so much.'

This was written on the first day of school. Ah, what was written!

Draco rolled his eyes at himself that night and continued to review his pitiful month with a pout.

'I can't believe it! Not only did that stupid giant become a professor, but he actually got me hurt in the first class! I bled so much and had to be held by a dirty giant, Merlin, I really don't want to recall it! How could you not be by my side at this time? Look at me now, tortured by pain, lonely, pitiful, and if there was a cat, I would become Filch! Merlin! How could you not be by my side! '

'Oh, I missed you so much, Della.'

Merlin! Filch!? What the hell!

My mind was so fuzzy on the first night of class!

'Humph, Hagrid and his stupid thing are in big trouble. My parents will not let go of the thing that hurt me. Dear Professor Hagrid, bad luck. I think those three guys will not be happy either. I will be happy about this. Well... if you are by my side, you will stop me from doing this, right? I know you, you will not let things develop to this point. It's fun to mess with the lions, but I also want you to control me. Hey, don't get me wrong, I don't like to be controlled, I just want you to be by my side. '

"Merlin, I've been thinking about you for three consecutive days. Will you miss me? Forget it, it's useless to write."

After writing this sentence that day, Draco immediately crumpled up the letter and threw it into the trash can. Less than a minute later, he picked up the letter dejectedly.

'Whether you miss me or not, no matter how you hide it from me, I still miss you, I can't deny it.'

"Come back to me, Della. I won't mind anything if you come back."

Draco added these two sentences on the letter at that time. Now Draco wants to slap himself when he sees these two sentences.

He felt like a real jerk. What did these words make him look like?

A poor person who begs his partner to come back even though his partner has made a mistake? ?

......

He is indeed a poor creature.

Draco realized sadly that if Della could come back to him, he wouldn't be angry at all.

Draco couldn't bear to read the letters that he had been writing for many days. Every day after that was the same as the previous three days. He wrote a few sentences about his meaningless daily life, complained about Della's absence, and always ended with missing her.

He just wanted Della to come back into his life.

Draco crumpled the letter into a ball again and threw it away, then covered his face with his hands and tried his best to hold back his tears.

And the Shrieking Shack, where he and Della used to stay, welcomed back its old friend tonight.

Sirius, who had turned into a big black dog and wandered for several months, narrowly passed the Whomping Willow and entered the Shrieking Shack with trembling legs. As soon as he entered, he couldn't wait to cancel his Animagus form.

"Huh—" Sirius, who had turned back into a human, lay on his back on the dusty wooden floor. His black eyes, which looked tired due to overwork, were empty for a while, and then he fell asleep without any worries - he hadn't slept so carefree for several months, and in order to prevent himself from not being able to turn back into a human, he had to be on his toes all the time.

Now, he turned back into a human. Although he was still very hungry, he only ate a few mice and a pile of grass today. But there was no Dementor to suck away his mind and old dreams. He could have a good sleep tonight. When he felt better, he would go find little Harry...

When Sirius thought of this, he almost fell asleep, then he remembered that there was a room with a bed in the Shrieking Shack, so he forced himself to get up, with his clothes tattered like rags and dragging on the ground, and wanted to sleep in another place that was also covered in dust but softer.

He walked into the room and was dazzled by the bright moonlight. After being outdoors for several months, he didn't want to see the moon in the sky anymore. He was eager to tell his body that he was already inside the house, so Sirius walked over and slammed down the thick curtains, choking several times on the layer of dust that was shaken off.

Just bear with it. Now you have to live in this house full of gray and moldy smell, unless you want to go back to Azkaban.

Sirius comforted himself like this, yawned, opened and closed his eyes, took two steps towards the bed, and then fell onto the bed.

But in addition to the long-lost softness of the bed, Sirius also clearly felt a human-like protrusion. The quilt? He had just guessed this when an unclear, somewhat shrill female voice rang in his ears, "There's someone here."

Sirius suddenly woke up, he jumped off the bed, and wanted to say something harsh with a wary look on his face, "You - wow -" As soon as he tried to open his mouth, he found that he was not very good at speaking after being a dog for several months.

"I'm a toy abandoned here," the unclear, shrill voice continued from the bed. It sounded like a house-elf was being soaked in water and forced to speak. "I can't move, and I'm about to be damaged by the moonlight."

"W-what?" Sirius said slowly and with difficulty. Seeing that there was no movement on the other side of the bed, he bravely moved over.

He first saw a head of faded blond hair, which had faded to the color of an old woman's white hair, and then he saw... Merlin! A face without any facial features, only a few depressions and ups and downs!

"Play-play-with toys?" Even though it was just a simple word, Sirius had a lot of effort to say it. This wouldn't do. Maybe he would have a chance to talk to little Harry in the future, and he would be satisfied just by saying one sentence. He thought so as he tested the things on the bed.

"She didn't expect me to speak when she was fiddling with me. She was scared and left me here." The puppet explained itself.

"She-? Who-?" Sirius asked, but he already had an answer in his mind. He saw the report about the Dark Lord's daughter on the way here.

"Della Riddle," the puppet said, speaking the answer in his mind, and continued, "thank you for drawing the curtains, but if you are uncomfortable with me, you can always let me go back to the moonlight."

"W-why?" Sirius didn't understand the obedience of the doll in front of him, and naturally felt disgust towards Della Riddle from the bottom of his heart, thinking that she had created a poor creature according to her preferences.

"I was born this way," the puppet said. Its eye sockets twitched, as if it was looking at Sirius. "You are very tired. Take a rest. Except for you, no one has been here in the past year."

"No one is born this way," Sirius muttered as he got used to speaking. He fell to the end of the bed and curled up. "I'll borrow your bed to sleep for a while."

Sirius fell asleep almost immediately, and the puppet's eye sockets twitched a few times, and it mouthed silently, "Good night, Sirius Black."

The puppet that escaped from the moonlight still remembered its mission to become a human, but it was too worn out in the past year to launch an attack immediately, and it wanted to take it slow this time.

It was Maggie who taught it to be patient and then kill with one blow.

Sirius was so close to it that he was almost transparent to it, and it could already see the boy with light brown eyes and messy hair.

Next it would no longer resort to oppressive language, it would first establish a link with Sirius, preferably one that would allow him to do so voluntarily.

Just like Maggie asked Della Riddle to voluntarily kill Quirrell, it saw it, it read it, it was the snake that shaped Della Riddle step by step, so it knew what to do.

Before the other party has a choice, cut off all options, leaving only the path that has to be chosen. Finally, pretend to give the other party the right to choose, let the other party bear all responsibilities and voluntarily take that path.