"My head hurts..." Pansy woke up from her sleep, muttered unconsciously, and then found herself sleeping on a piece of soft leather sand, covered with a pink flannel blanket, she He hurriedly used his hands to line his body, straightened up, looked around, and then the pale golden afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the blue-black floor through the window, and luxurious carpets were spread around the sand where he was.
"Draco!" she yelled hastily, fearing that Malfoy would leave her behind.
"Are you awake?" Malfoy was on his toes slightly at this time, cleaning out a tall and large bookcase in the living room. Several pieces of glass on it were broken and several gaps were exposed, so he needed to use magic to move the The broken parts were partially enlarged to close the gaps, but when Xi woke up, he stopped working.
"I have to say I was careless. This music box has been enchanted. Fortunately, it's just a little hypnotic." Malfoy said while taking out the music box just now from his arms, and handed it to Pansy.
"I'm sorry, I was also tricked." Malfoy said helplessly to Pansy, "But you are lucky, there is sand behind you, so you shouldn't be thrown."
"But I woke up earlier, and I drool out of my sleep, so I can't bear to call you." Malfoy stared at Pansy and said teasingly.
"What?" Upon hearing this, Pan Xi hurriedly put down the box, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and then her face turned red again, and the blush spread directly to the base of her ears.
"You lied to me!" After a set of actions, Pan Xi realized that he had been fooled again, and said angrily.
"Then as compensation, I'll let you drool when you taste the delicious food. Now you can save a little. Although this place is relatively desolate, if you walk in another direction, there are still a few restaurants." Malfoy shrugged. She shrugged her shoulders, and then pointed to the setting sun outside the window, "Let's go, Miss, who slept until she missed her lunch, it's almost night now."
When Malfoy said this, he heard a few "cuckoo" sounds in due course.
"Let's go, where are we going?" Panxi immediately turned over from the sofa, as if nothing had happened, quickly put on her shoes, stood up, and began to look around in a pretentious manner.
But the unsatisfactory "cuckoo" sound began to echo in the room again.
Another unspeakable silence.
"Uh, well, if we don't leave again, if we starve a certain little greedy cat and let the little greedy cat's father know, maybe I will abuse his daughter, then my life will be difficult."
"Do you dare to say that my father is a cat?" Pan Xi said unconvinced, leaning forward with her hips akimbo.
"I still admit what I said." Malfoy said solemnly, but when Xi's breathing became more and more rapid, and when he was about to explode, Malfoy changed the subject, raised his eyebrows and said: "So give me a bribe Your chance."
"How about it, what do you want to eat?" He then asked.
"I'll think about it." As soon as food was mentioned, Pan Xi began to think with his head down, and temporarily gave up pursuing it.
"I'll think about other things when I'm full," Pansy thought to himself.
"Whatever the mistress wants to eat, Kreacher will do it!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house elf that made her feel sick just now, oh, it's called Kreacher.
It stood at Malfoy's feet, looking very energetic now, with a high chest, the fluff in its ears was neatly groomed, and the dirty rags around his waist were washed white Well, Malfoy wanted him to change into a new suit, but if he did, the house-elf might commit suicide right away. In Kreacher's eyes, letting him go free would be the most shameful thing.
But Pan Xi obviously didn't hear the words behind, just like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashed, the whole person suddenly lost the ability to think, and stood there blankly.
"Mistress?" Pansy stammered and repeated, but the voice was too low for Kreacher to hear.
"Kreacher is good at all kinds of cooking." Kreacher raised his big head proudly! Continue to say proudly.
"Kreacher, you can just call her Miss Parkinson." Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.
"Kreacher, I order you to call it that way!" Pansy said hurriedly, staring at Kreacher, her eyes sparkling.
"Miss Parkinson, please trust Kreacher's craftsmanship!" Compared to Pansy's order, Malfoy is its current real owner, so Kreacher immediately changed his name, and continued to explain his ability in a serious manner, not at all. Pay attention to what Pansy said later.
"I've cleaned the kitchen, please believe in the quality of a qualified house elf!" Kreacher said preemptively, thinking what Pansy was thinking.
"Really?" Pansy asked the former Kreacher suspiciously, and Pansy, who still wanted to insist on the "name", was suddenly attracted to him.
"Of course!" Kreacher said confidently. House elves are very good at housework. In the original story, Kreacher only hated those who occupy the magpie's nest, so he treated those members of the Order of the Phoenix perfunctorily. They even made trouble on purpose. Today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus' last wish for him, and gained Kreacher's respect from the bottom of his heart.
"Kreacher's specialty is steak and kidney pie!" Kreacher said excitedly, waving the knife and fork in his hand!
But Pansy still ran down the second floor in disbelief, and broke into the basement directly. The tables, chairs and benches covered with oil stains left her a very deep impression.
But when she walked down those few steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory had gone awry, maybe Malfoy had modified her memory during the period when she fainted just now.
As soon as Pansy entered the kitchen, it seemed that Pan Xizhou's walls had been repainted with the corresponding color, showing a reddish-brown wood-like color, and the mildew spots on the wooden table had been completely cleaned up. As if they were newly bought, the few iron pots hanging from the ceiling were also taken down, put on the table, and polished brightly.
There was also a fire in the fireplace, and the charcoal was burning in the fire, making a crackling sound. .
Other plates and copper plates were neatly placed on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining brightly.
"Miss Parkinson, please give Kreacher a chance! Kreacher will definitely make a dinner that satisfies you and the host!" Kreacher stood on Pansy and bowed deeply.
"Okay." Pansy could only nod. Now Kreacher is much more pleasing to the eye than before. Maybe the cooking skills are not bad? There was a glimmer of expectation in her heart.
French onion soup stew minced meat pie custard... Pansy and Malfoy waited patiently for Kreacher to cook, the heavy knife was automatically cutting the ingredients, making a "da da" sound, the ceramic pot on the flame Bubbles were bubbling inside, exuding a tempting fragrance.
Kreacher is very efficient.
Dishes were placed on plates and handed out one after another.
"When I was a guest at your house before, I have never seen such a sumptuous dish." At this time, Pan Xi's eyes were no longer fixed on the sumptuous delicacies, but Alford said critically.
"Every wizard has his or her own area of expertise, and the house elves are the same. Dobby's area of expertise is cleaning, and the kitchen here is also cleaned by Dobby." Malfoy didn't care about this, patiently explained.
"Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double the salary." Pansy looked at Kreacher who was still busy, and then cast a provocative look at Malfoy, and said angrily.
She is still "holding grudges" about the "name" issue not long ago.
"Miss Parkinson." Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes widened. "Please don't insult the loyalty of a house elf." He said seriously, and then turned his head to cook his own dishes. Forget about Pansy.
"What's the matter with loyalty? It's obvious that you, Draco, came here today." Pansy turned his face away again, and said in a low voice, feeling a little stuffy, but he was soon overwhelmed by the aroma of the food being brought to the table. attracted.
Soon, these foods became the object of her confidant.
"Aren't the two of them going to eat?" Pansy asked Malfoy in a low voice after she put her favorite food into a bowl and thought of something else.
"Inviting house elves to the table is also an insult to them." Malfoy said with a shrug. He didn't mind eating with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about this issue.
Even Dobby still pursues freedom.
But the sad thing is that it's just a "limited" freedom. A little favor can make them grateful.
Malfoy was powerless to change this, and he didn't have the extra energy to change it.
He can only restrain himself and try to influence the people around him.
"When I'm free, can I ask them to do something else?" Pansy asked as he took a sip of the onion soup in front of him, stirring the thick soup with a spoon, while holding his cheek.
"Don't go too far, I can agree." Malfoy nodded, he still had to stay in this house for a while, and he didn't have time to accompany her, it would be great if Pansy could find a way to relieve his boredom.
Kreacher's cooking skills are indeed very good. Even though he has been living in a daze for many years, his cooking skills have not declined, which makes the food on the table disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the table became messy, and the first meal in Black's ancestral home was over.
"Oh." Pan Xi yawned, her eyes were a little foggy, and she became sleepy again, looking a little lazy.
"Are you sleepy after eating enough? Do you want to sleep in a better room? Dobby should have almost cleaned up the upstairs room. Do you want to go?" Malfoy put forward his suggestion.
Pansy nodded in response.
The two climbed to the top of the stairs, where there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign saying Sirius.
Malfoy pushed the door open without any hesitation.
The floor and the chandelier had been thoroughly cleaned of dust, and the room appeared spacious, with a large carved bed at the head, and long velvet draperies over the high windows, beside which hung a faded pair of The red-and-gold banner on which the words "Gryffindor" are embroidered with gold thread.
"If I hang this thing in my bedroom, my dad will definitely beat me to death. He hates Gryffindor the most." Pansy curled her lips and said in surprise.
Then her eyes continued to scan this bedroom, and suddenly she saw something, and two blushes quickly appeared on her face.
"That Sirius Black is really a disgrace to the Black family! Sure enough, he should be kicked out of some family tree." Pansy stomped angrily on the wooden floor, and then quickly ran to a silver-gray satin wall , stretched out her hand, she wanted to tear off these obscene posters.
In addition to some motorcycle posters, there were also a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis, who were posing seductively, staring directly at the people outside the picture with bold and provocative eyes.
Pan Xi had exhausted all her strength at this moment, her little face flushed, but she still couldn't tear off the posters. Feeling that her efforts were in vain, she sighed depressingly, and her whole body became dejected.
"Don't bother, Pansy, Blake should have cast a permanent sticking spell on the wall, and pasted these things, presumably to show his rebellion against his parents, it can't be torn off, if you don't like it, Then I'll take you to the next room."
"I'm staying here!" Pansy said hastily, "Also, turn your head away so she won't add anything.
"My threshold isn't low enough to be stimulated by a few posters." Malfoy laughed dumbly, and said immediately, "Well, I don't like this room as long as it is."
"By the way, if there is nothing else, you can stay in this room. Dobby just told me that there is a ghoul hidden in the toilet. I'm going to get rid of it. I think Surely you don't want to stay in the same house with it?" Malfoy now turned his back to Pansy and said jokingly.
"Then you go." Pansy waved his hand, and said in a somewhat urging tone, as if he was frightened by the ghoul that Malfoy said.
"Call Dobby or Kreacher if you have anything to do, I'll be there soon." Malfoy finally reminded, and stepped out of the room.
Looking at the back of Alford leaving, Pansy clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief, then straightened back and fell on the bed, carefully took out a delicate glass vial from her arms, put it in Swaying in front of my eyes, I looked at it carefully with my eyes, and it was filled with mother-of-pearl luster.
Pan Xi said, not even noticing the silly smile on his face.
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