Bellatrix stared fiercely at the slyly smiling young girl before her, the crimson flush on the tips of her ears refusing to fade for a long time.
Forgetting homework was never a good look anywhere.
“Still laughing?”
Bellatrix lowered her voice, carrying a flustered, aggressive air, “Isolde Winnier, you’d better wipe that ridiculous expression off your face right now!”
Isolde held back her smile, seeing that The Handmaiden Black’s haughty aura had completely unraveled, and even her shoulders were held rigidly straight.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, she finally felt a wave of mercy and stopped teasing her on purpose.
She obediently reined in her bantering look, raised her hand and spread it slightly, her tone carrying a touch of just-right docility:
“I won’t laugh, I won’t laugh, I promise. Let’s go back right away to make up our homework, absolutely won’t delay the noble The Handmaiden Black’s perfect homework submission tomorrow.”
The words seemed submissive, but the tail end of her voice still hid a trace of unsuppressed banter.
This is sarcasm, right?
This fellow must be mocking me, right?
Bellatrix glared fiercely at her, too lazy to argue with her even a fraction more.
At this moment, she just wanted to immediately escape the Forbidden Forest, a place that made her socially die, feeling uncomfortable all over a second later.
She clenched the wand in her hand, turned around, and strode towards the direction of the Common Room entrance, her pace fast and hurried.
Isolde slowly followed half a step behind her, her eyes brimming with smiles.
“Wait, there’s something!”
Isolde shouted out.
Bellatrix felt her brain must have short-circuited; in the middle of the night, even though there was no one here.
But shouting so loudly, what if a professor was patrolling right outside the Forbidden Forest?
Wouldn’t that draw people over?
Therefore, Bellatrix said with extreme impatience: “What is it again?”
The Handmaiden Black’s ankle seemed to really be better, otherwise she wouldn’t have run so fast.
Isolde also realized her voice was a bit too loud and coughed awkwardly twice.
Just now, the grass under Bellatrix’s feet rustled and collapsed, but in a flash.
She had abruptly and quickly covered a distance of ten to twenty meters, leaving Isolde strolling leisurely behind her.
Until Isolde continued, “Don’t walk so fast, we can Apparition back.”
A simple sentence fell lightly into her ears.
Bellatrix’s footsteps finally stopped. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Her whole body stiffened for a fraction of a second, her eyes widened slightly, and an indescribable, absurd, and stifled stagnation instantly surged from the bottom of her heart.
…so?
So the twenty or so meters she had just walked in such a hurried rush, with wind at her heels, tensing up a haughty aura, giving off a vibe of “I am the queen, get out of my way,” were completely walked for nothing?
Merlin above.
The most absurd and ridiculous thing in the world was probably no more than this…
The evening breeze rustled through the branches and leaves, making her speechlessness and annoyance at this moment exceptionally clear.
Bellatrix’s spine tightened slightly, and she still didn’t turn back for a long time.
She tightly pressed her rosy lips together, her lip line stretching into a cold, hard, and sharp arc.
Pushing all the suffocating stuffiness, speechlessness, and embarrassment that were about to overflow deep down into her heart.
Struggling for a long time, unable to bear the awkwardness in her heart, she raised her hand to smooth down the Black hair by her temples that had been slightly disheveled by the night wind because she walked too fast, possessing a slightly messy beauty.
Seeing this scene, a knowing shallow smile rippled across the bottom of Isolde’s eyes.
Understood.
The Handmaiden Black neither spoke nor moved, her meaning couldn’t be more obvious.
——She was waiting.
Waiting for Isolde to take the initiative to walk over.
Then…
Hold her hand and Apparition?
Isolde moved as her heart desired, chased after her, and gently took Bellatrix’s left hand.
The next second, the originally somewhat aesthetic atmosphere was instantly shattered.
“——Hurry back and finish your makeup homework, Bella, I’m afraid you won’t finish writing…”
“Winnier!” Are you sick in the head?!
“Cough cough, oh no, Bella of course you can finish writing, I mean I want you to write early and sleep a bit more…”
“Don’t call me…”
“…”
Ever since that night, the relationship between the two changed slightly.
Although Bellatrix was still stubbornly eager to defeat Isolde and erase her unwillingness at repeatedly losing to a half-blood.
Her mouth didn’t fall behind either, and words like “half-breed” still appeared frequently.
But there was a bit more communication, the kind where they could casually strike up a conversation, ask about study conditions, or even borrow potion notes without any problem.
Just that she would get sarcastic remarks in return. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Isolde even took Bellatrix out for a night stroll once…
That time they went to sit by the Black Lake for a whole night, Isolde’s nose was filled with the fishy smell of lake water and mud, plus a hint of the cologne scent from Bellatrix’s body.
She got two bottles of butterbeer through small channels, and Bellatrix gave her a strange look.
“Is this the good thing you said you wanted me to come out and see at night?”
“Bella, we’re only in the first year, we have to drink less of this stuff.”
Bellatrix: “I knew you, Winnier, couldn’t get any good things either.”
Isolde: “But it really tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“Just so-so.”
Isolde raised her hand slightly, toying with the wand between her fingers, suddenly generating a bit of interest.
Beside the quiet, uninhabited Black Lake, it couldn’t be more suitable to demonstrate high-level magic.
She spoke softly, breaking the lakeside silence:
“Bella, let me show you something fun.”
Hearing this, Bellatrix lazily lifted her eyelids, her emerald eyes sweeping over casually, and let out a soft sneer:
“Oh? Another little trick you think is impressive? I’d like to see what kind of commendable magic a half-blood can produce.”
It was still thorny speech, but without the slightest meaning of genuine rejection.
Compared to other half-bloods and Muggle-borns, Bellatrix was quite gentle toward Isolde.
Isolde wasn’t annoyed, only lowering her gaze slightly, her fingertips holding the wand tightening gently, purely and limpidly focused.
“Watch closely.”
She softly chanted the spell, her lips and teeth spitting out fluent and standard syllables, her voice soft yet firm:
“Expecto Patronum!”
A limpid magical shimmer suddenly burst forth from the tip of the wand.
Amidst the swirling shimmer, the condensed magical spiritual power suddenly unfolded, transforming into a small, agile lark with light wings.
Pure white all over, with fluffy and translucent wings, every single feather flowed with tiny silver radiance.
The little lark flapped its wings and rose, circling lightly around them both, scattering dots of soft light as its wings flapped.
Bellatrix, who had originally been casual on the side, suddenly stopped breathing.
It was the Patronus Charm again.
Bellatrix sat side by side with Isolde, so she saw it exceptionally clearly.
To be honest, no young wizard in the lower grades could resist the Patronus Charm.
Because it was truly a very sacred, very beautiful spell.