Chapter 89 A funeral that is not sad

Bagir did not try this conjecture rashly. There are people around now. If he loses control here, he will go on a killing spree.

I can only go and settle in another world.

Moreover, he still had some doubts about Narcissa surrendering so quickly.

The Chamber of Secrets at Malfoy Manor, ten minutes ago.

After expressing her surrender simply and neatly, Narcissa asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

In her eyes, the Dark Lord would never have any master.

But judging from the speed with which he broke through the protective magic inherited from the Malfoy family, and this little-known face.

Even if he is not Voldemort, he must be related to Voldemort, and he is not something they, orphans and widowers, can offend.

The owner of the man in front of him knew everything about the principal's office without alerting Dumbledore.

Even the Dark Lord couldn't do it.

The so-called lust is not a big problem.

On the contrary, this is a good thing.

She was afraid that she would be useless.

Although her original surname was Black, she was now a qualified Malfoy.

As Malfoy, momentary honor and disgrace are not important at all, what is important is the gain or loss of interests.

If she climbed into that man's bed, wouldn't she have a higher status than the 'Dark Lord' in front of her?

While Narcissa was attacking herself, Riddle began to circle around in the secret room.

"Me?" He walked to the bookshelf and brushed the back of the book with his slender fingers. "You may be familiar with it. I used to be here."

"Arrived here earlier than Lucius who died."

"Abu held me in his arms and decorated me carefully."

"The silver box and green silk have been my whole world for decades."

"No one cares, no touching."

"I can only keep recycling the memories of the past. Looking at my short life."

"Until the disappearance of the familiar magnetic field woke me up."

"I came into the arms of a person with a strange yet familiar magnetic field."

"He is cunning and stupid, vicious and naive, uneducated but prides himself on being learned and noble."

"Just when I thought I would be with this vulgar soul forever, the opportunity finally came."

“When he put himself on the guillotine, he put me into my home.”

"The only place I call home."

"There I met the master. Confronted the Dark Lord in your mouth, transformed in the secret chamber of Slytherin, and became independent."

"Hidden it from everyone, and truly arrived in this world."

"Who do you think I am?"

"Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Him?" Narcissa's lips trembled and her face turned pale, "No, the master is in Hogwarts!"

"Master." Riddle turned around and looked at the woman in front of him, "You are referring to."

"Our common master." Narcissa lowered her proud and beautiful head.

The luck in her heart was completely shattered.

There is no need to guess the identity of the person in front of him. He is the Dark Lord's past, and the diary that has been on the bookshelf in the secret room.

The mysterious wizard who can subdue the Dark Lord and hide himself beside the White Devil.

There was no doubt that he could take Draco's life at any time at Hogwarts.

Now she only hopes that the mysterious wizard, no, the master is really lustful.

So, under Riddle's surprised gaze, Narcissa, with a touch of shyness, like an eighteenth-year-old girl, asked in a low voice but clearly: "When can I sleep with you? For our master."

Of course, Bagir couldn't hear Narcissa's thoughts.

All he knew was that there was no hint of lies in her words.

Bagir's steps became brisk.

Same goes for Draco Malfoy.

After meeting Harry, there was a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.

Before leaving, he said harsh words: "The last Quidditch Cup must belong to Slytherin!"

Sirius nodded: "I also think my nephew is better."

But he also blinked to indicate that he was actually more supportive of Harry and Gryffindor.

Then, both of them left the dormitory, Gryffindor's common room, with brisk steps.

This actually surprised Bagir.

In this world, what Sirius cares about most is replicating James and Harry.

He would actually give up time with Harry for the annoying Malfoy boy.

He was now more like Draco Malfoy's godfather than Harry's.

However, what surprised Bagir the most was not this.

Dusk.

Back garden, next to Aragog's body.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Bargeer looked at each other.

No one, including Hagrid, could squeeze out a single tear.

Even though Hagrid has been reminiscing about the past, "I raised him from an egg. He was so small when he was first hatched, only the size of a pug. I used to raise him in a cupboard at school until... alas..."

Self-examination: "It's all my fault, this idiot! I told that villain how to subdue Lu Wei! I told him! He knew everything, but he didn't know this, and I told him! Just for a dragon egg! Later, he neglected his duty and forgot about his job as a guard in the Forbidden Forest! He stayed in the Forbidden Forest for a month! I didn't find anything when they broke into the venue! Drinking in a box! I should be kicked out and be a Muggle for the rest of my life!"

But Hagrid's emotions of sadness and self-blame never reached their peak.

There were tears just now, but they disappeared in the next second.

The same goes for Ron.

Although he was no longer afraid of spiders.

But next to him, next to the newly dug pit was the body of Aragog.

The eight milky white eyes, two curved claws, and every bristle on the body were clearly visible.

In a non-combat state, without the atmosphere created by his classmates who were bravely moving forward together, he should have felt his scalp tingling.

But the fear was always a little bit short.

Fear, but not much.

Only Basil knew why.

His [Encouragement] talent was taking effect.

It was like the fear field lingering around the body of the Dementor.

His body was also like a funnel, sucking in all the negatives defined as [shadows] and causing emotional collapse.

It can be said that as long as he was at the funeral, he would not want to cry at the grave.

The awkward silence lasted for a long time.

Until the moon rose above the branches.

Basil spoke: "Or, let's bury Aragog."

"Otherwise it's too hot."

At this moment, the sun had set, and the temperature difference between day and night in the Scottish Highlands was huge, so it was not hot at all.