"Again?"
The witch's face was a little ugly, she glared at the floor where Malfoy had disappeared, recited a spell, and then became even more upset, "He's got the hang of not being tracked - it's too fast!"
Well, even if he brings an extra guy, we won't have much chance of finding someone. ”One of the attendants asked, "So what do we do?"
”The witch glanced at the room and said, "Let's go back to the house where she used to be." ”Three more loud bangs, and she and the two wizards vanished.The author has something to say: I flipped through the book, and it didn't seem to mention that before Voldemort lived in the Malfoy family's house in the seventh year, that house could be arbitrarily manifested and shapeshifted, I figured it out, and it seems that this spell is usually only installed in large, tall buildings such as the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts and Gringotts, so the premise here is that the Malfoy family can be apparition in the current peaceful social environment.If there is any discrepancy between this setting and the original book, please point it out and I will change the content again.Chapter 15: France!
Malfoy woke up again and didn't come back to his senses for a long time, looking at White in a daze, thinking he was still at school: "How did you get through the stone wall of Slytherin?"
”White looked Malfoy up and down, did that spell still have a side effect of amnesia?
After a few more seconds, Malfoy finally woke up completely, and looked around, no longer in his own house, the stars were twinkling outside the window, and one rolled over and got up, and touched his wand at his waist, looking at the expression that he wanted to cast all the evil spells he knew on White.White tilted his head, raised a wand - it was Malfoy's, glanced out the window, then looked into Malfoy's eyes and said, "Calm down!"
Do you still want a full-body bondage charm?
”Malfoy stood still, and said coldly, "If you think it's fun to tease me......"
"I'm not teasing you," White grinned helplessly, "sit down first." ”Malfoy sat down hatefully.White pinched the bridge of his nose: "That's right, I work in Diagon Alley......
Yes, that's right, earn tuition......
In my spare time I went around the Muggle territory, and in the suburbs I met three wizards of unknown origin - the guy who stunned you in the study - and they didn't run away, they were caught, and they took me there, well, to the house where my mother died......
I found what my mom left me and they helped too."
Of course," White shrugged, "I'm not going to let them take things, and I'll run away......"
"And you're going to run to my room?"
How?
”Malfoy posed the question he had before he was knocked unconscious, "And that book......
You gave me that book!
Did you get your hands on that book?
”White's face was a little gloomy: "That's a special kind of portkey......
It's the opposite of the usual door key.You know, the normal portkey, you take it, and then it takes you to a designated place.And that book, it's a portkey, the difference is that I'll be in its place after activation, no matter where that portkey is......
It's kind of like a missile that locks onto an active target - well, I know, you don't know what a missile is. ”Malfoy's eyes narrowed, "So, did you already think of using my house as a shelter when you were in first grade?"
”White spread his hands: "I don't know how this opposite portkey is made - it's a secret spell imposed by the French Wizarding Society.I was on the verge of death when I remembered the spell that activated the portkey......
If you don't mention that book, I don't even know what your house is my key to. ”Malfoy's expression was a little cold, as if he was convinced that White was a scheming pervert who was ready to take advantage of everyone from the start."
It's true," White waved his wand and opened the window so that the owl with the newspaper could fly in, "I don't know how to use this spell......
The only explanation is that I successfully cast this spell under my mother's Imperius curse, so ......
I'm also very good at other magic, and that's probably why. ”The amount of information that White leaked was a bit large, which made Malfoy stunned and a little curious, but out of politeness, Malfoy didn't get to the bottom of it: "Well, I'm sorry. ”White glanced at the headlines and said absentmindedly, "Nothing—don't you ask what happened to you after you lost consciousness in the study just now?"
”Then another owl flew in, and White didn't wait for Malfoy to really ask, and said as he unwrapped the newspaper, "Chase after me, curse the wrong person, try to kill the mouth, and then I escaped with you, or that spell similar to a portkey." ”Malfoy crossed his arms and ignored White's self-questioning.White glanced at the Daily Prophet's headline as usual, and then immediately handed it to Malfoy, "That's a good picture." ”"Malfoy's Manor was invaded, and the child's captivity and fate are unknown" is attached to a recent photo of Malfoy, noble, proud, indifferent, and elegant......
It can be said that it is a representative photo of the pure-blooded lineage."
Even the Quidditch World Cup has been pushed underneath," White added, "and somehow your father has concluded that the gang is from France and is now speaking harshly in the International Liaison Division." ”Subheading: "His father identified the bandits as coming from France and threatened to pay for them." ”Malfoy glanced at the text and learned that his parents, who had always been slow and in control, were extremely anxious at home......
Knowing the other side of his parents, or in this way, Malfoy didn't know what it was like in his heart.He threw the newspaper to the ground and was about to point out that White was responsible for all the trouble, but to his infuriation, there was no mention of White's existence in the news."
I've been successful in removing my traces," White explained, and then said solemnly, seeing that Malfoy seemed to want to jump up and go home, and added, "I'll take care of you, but I need to make up for it first, and we'll go back together early tomorrow morning." ”"They're chasing you.I can walk alone. ”Malfoy could tell that he didn't seem to be in London anymore, but instead of paying attention, he offered to go back alone."
They probably thought we were in this group.You can't take that risk. ”"Merlin, why the hell are they chasing you?"
Malfoy was in a hurry, shouting hysterically."
That's a good question," White applauded, "but I remember telling you it was because I ran away with what they found at my house—if they had gotten their hands on that box, I'd probably have been killed on the spot."
I don't know who their last names were, why they took what my mother had left behind, and what they were—Merlin's beard," White said, a little depressed, "I don't know if they hadn't taken me and found it, I don't know she had left anything." ”After speaking, his eyes rolled, as if he was recalling something."
Eh," Malfoy said excitedly, thinking of something, "and we can go back to my study with that magic—your magic that suddenly appeared in my study." ”Relentlessly shattering his hopes, White picked up the newspaper and read, "The newspaper says, 'Mr.
Malfoy found the book in his study that had been turned into a portkey......
The function is somewhat different from the well-known portkey, and the special portkey spell found in the study is what French wizards are good at, is Mr.
Malfoy judging the identity of the comer from this?
Regardless, he said he had fixed the Malfoy Manor's defensive charms – especially the stealth magic ...... against France – meaning there was no way we could go back with that spell. ”Malfoy was deflated by the long list of quotations, leaned against the fireplace and said, "Whatever you want." ”White didn't stop pestering him, and suddenly said, "You forgot to ask." ”"Ask what?"
Malfoy asked angrily."
The first question a normal person must ask when they wake up and find themselves somewhere else: Where is this?"
He held up the first newspaper and showed it to Malfoy, all in French: "I ordered it from the nearest post office—this dilapidated house is in France: we're in the enemy's den, Draco." ”"Don't call me by name," Malfoy leaned against the dusty fireplace, unconcerned that he was already in another country, grabbed a newspaper on the ground and crumpled it up and smashed it at White, "and besides, they are your enemies, not mine." ”Chapter 16 The Crystal Box I was half-asleep and resting against the wall, and when it was almost dawn, even Malfoy, who was very indignant because he was innocently implicated, couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep on the floor.When I first arrived here five hours ago, I had looked around the house, except for the gray walls and furniture, the cobwebbed corners and furniture.A man goes to a house that has been empty for many years.It seemed to be just an ordinary Muggle home—but after seeing the White House's disguised wizarding house, I wouldn't dare say anything like that.The end of that guiding portkey spell was just a rotten flower pot in the corner of the dilapidated house, losing its light as we arrived.Vincent had been here before, but the question was, what did he do here – was he actually French?
Moreover, several of the people who wanted to search for things from the White house on Fran Street also had French accents.I had tried to find out who Ms.
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White really was, but now it seems that I may have gone in the wrong direction: the mother and son may not be British at all.When Malfoy had fallen asleep, I recuperated and took out of my bosom the relics of the so-called "Ms.
White"—the ordinary donkey's skin bag.I was hunted down and fled from England to France, and I was burdened with Master Malfoy's crystal box.The delicate lock is made of a diamond-shaped ruby that holds the gap, and the contents can be seen through the crystal case.It's not like there's black magic in anything.I gently opened the box, and it contained a black gem—something that looked equally luxurious and precious—and I picked it up and played with it for a while, and when I found nothing out of the ordinary, I set it aside, and then turned my eyes to something else: a delicate little glass bottle.It doesn't look like anything special, but what catches the eye is what it contains—a slowly swirling mist, exuding the feeling of time precipitating.It's memory, and judging by the density, there's a lot of content.I thought about it for a moment, and began to prepare what I needed to read my memory, and as I finished casting the spell on a crude basin called by the summoning spell, Malfoy sat up sharply, gasping for air, and at some point broke out in a sweat and his blonde hair scattered against the door of his head."
Nightmares?"
I poured the contents of the glass jar into the basin and stirred it with my wand, "Do you want to hear a story?"
”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- someone's memory.It was pitch black all around, the wind was blowing fiercely outside, and sometimes a lightning bolt struck, illuminating the surroundings so bright and miserable that you could vaguely distinguish that the memory had occurred in a certain room.Suddenly, a dark shadow came in the window, followed by a few muffled sounds, and the light emitted by several spells tossed in the darkness, and then there was no sound......
In a moment, a familiar voice sounded: "Hey, listen to me, I have no malicious intentions......"
There was no echo in the darkness."
Then I'll turn on the lights......
If you don't mind......" the voice asked tentatively.There was silence for another two or three seconds, and with a pop, the fire in the fireplace burned brightly, and the warm orange-yellow light chilled the room, which looked like the living room.There were two men standing in the middle of the floor, and the young man who had lit the fireplace and showed his hands was a little embarrassed, covered in mud, and looked like a reckless intruder.But his handsome face, his bright and hopeful eyes seemed to be worried about something else at the moment, and he stood there soaking wet in such weather, without hiding his innate elegance.Sirius.And the witch holding her wand to him didn't seem to be the owner of the place, because judging by the marks in the room, she was just lying on the couch in the house where no one was, and there was some garbage left behind by the fast food in front of the couch.Her curly brown hair was graceful and charming, her cheeks were well-defined and resolute, her eyes were hidden with a hint of tiredness, and a simple rope attached to her chest was attached to a metal clasp, which held a black gemstone securely.Familiar facial features.The only memory I have of those features is the corpse that collapsed in the front foyer for three years.In this memory, Sirius is still as handsome and dashing as it should be, and Vincent's mother is still young and beautiful, and she is far from matching the role of her mother.She stared at Sirius in some surprise for a few seconds, and then, as if only by gut instinct for no reason, she put away her wand and collapsed casually on the couch: "Englishman, huh?
”Sirius acquiesced, closing the gaping windows, closing the curtains, and carefully peering out from the corner.After a few glances, seeing nothing, he strode over to another couch and sat down, and began to dry himself with magic.The witch Lama leaned back on the couch, one hand behind her head, the other touching the black jewel on her chest, looked at the cautious Sirius, and smiled a little gloating: "I heard that the situation in England has not been good in recent years......"
Sirius raised an eyebrow, glanced at the food packaging bag that the witch had left in front of the sofa - it was obviously a very humble dinner due to the fugitive, and replied unceremoniously: "France is very peaceful." ”But you're obviously not doing well.She heard Sirius's taunt, but instead of being angry, she tilted her head, looked at Sirius, and speculated with interest, "It's a long way from the English Channel, and you're being chased so far......
Are you important?
”Sirius was noncommittal, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What about you?"
”She smiled, her eyelashes quivering, "Yes, I do matter, as long as I don't," she paused, tugging at the black gem from the rope nonchalantly, "Throw this stone away." ”Sirius didn't seem to understand what she meant, but he didn't intend to dig deeper, and apparently didn't plan to share his secret with the newfound wizard in return.The two wizards who ran away in a hurry should not have had any further intersection, but just as Sirius used his wand to direct the couch cushions to go to the corner to rest, the atmosphere became a little delicate.It's clear that there is a chemical called hormones that is creating a lot of ambiguity.The two of them looked at each other with more and more heat, and after a certain tipping point, she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar and pushed him onto the couch.He didn't resist, and fell back gently, his eyes brightened in a different light.The two heads came together and began an affectionate, skillful, supplicative kiss.When they parted again, both of them had messy hair and were beautiful.The lips of the two of them were connected with a long, crystalline arc.The two men looked at each other calmly and with a smile on their faces, and read something similar from each other's eyes, and they both admired each other a little.Without warning, the two of them raised their wands in unison—good wizards never leave their wands, whenever they want—and two spells of different colors struck down something that was on the fireplace, and it flicked a few times and rolled into a dark corner where the fire did not shine, but still glowing in the darkness.I took a few steps up to see what it was.At this time, the left hands of the two people were still caressing each other's cheeks.Look at each other and smile.Sirius leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to continue......
In response to the sound of his own clothes being ripped off.The orange, warm glow of the fire danced......
Outside the house, there was a raging storm, lightning and thunder......----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this memory seemed to have a long follow-up, but Draco forcibly dragged me out, interrupted the beauty of the orange room."
You still want to stay in there?"
Draco looked a little unnatural, "Those two people are your ......"
"There are a lot of memories in the bottle, not only that, I ......"
I stopped, looking down at the box I had snatched from the strange pursuers - the same thing that Perseverance had just knocked away from the two wizards.The crystal box lay quietly in my hand, glowing with a tranquil and beautiful glow.Why would they shoot down something that looks like no threat?
I tapped on the box and said, "The original form is now." ”Nothing happened.I looked at the object in confusion, and suddenly remembered the details of when I first found it in the mezzanine of my house's wall: "This box has been sitting in the corner of my house for at least three years, but when I found it, it was like this, spotless-" "It's a high-level magic item!"
”Malfoy immediately realized the identity of the box.In the previous memory, two guys who had obviously known each other for no more than half an hour suddenly became excited for no reason, causing the room to be full of spring, and it was obvious that an external force was playing tricks, and the two wizards who were the protagonists also realized that after a deep kiss, they pulled out their wands at the same time and shot down something - the most suspicious box in the room, which had not been contaminated by dust for many years.Realizing this, I looked at the box and then Malfoy, ready to flee at the first move—but nothing happened.I waited for a moment, reassured, and then began to take a closer look at the crystal clear thing again, speculating whether its function would be to produce hormones or something, but it didn't respond to any of my spells, and for a moment I had to stare at it.Malfoy made an impatient tsk in the living room, obviously unable to wait for the journey home, and I was helpless to do anything with this beautiful, mysterious magic prop, so I simply let it continue in the living room, packed up and rummaged out of the kitchen with Malfoy.The author has something to say: It doesn't feel right to change the third person, let's change it back =,= Chapter 17 The crystal box has nothing in this chapter, no need to leave an email address OYZ (I saw a few messages left in the mailbox were deleted by JJ) Spread your hands, continue to click on the next chapter XD Chapter 18 Hello, I looked for Harry My escape route was out of control from the beginning, and it was out of control from the old house in White, and was first taken to Malfoy's study by the "portkey" that had the opposite effect, and then it was too late to wait for the helper, Without even waiting for Lucius Malfoy, he was forced to move again because the three of them wanted to kill Malfoy, this time running to an old house in France that had not been inhabited for a long time.At my current level, forcibly apparition would definitely break my hands and feet, let alone bring a reluctant Malfoy.Eventually, I was going to leave here and go back to England on one of the most familiar means of transport, the Muggle train.After another toss, Malfoy and I, without any valid identification, got into the car, and I made some small moves to get us to lie comfortably in the sleeper compartment with no one in the other two beds.Malfoy hadn't eaten for nearly a day, hadn't slept much at night, and now he didn't care about sneering at Muggle food, just keeping his head down in his meal.To my surprise, even then he maintained a rather elegant table manners.I have to be convinced, it seems that the cold arrogance of purebloods is still a bit capital.When he had eaten his fill, Malfoy rarely turned back and criticized everything about Muggles, that is, everything around him except me, and said somewhat gloomily, "The Ministry of Magic is slow enough. ”Then he said to me dissatisfiedly, "You mentioned to my newspaper that the reason why the ministry was unable to find my exact location using the traces on my body—which could only be roughly judged to be somewhere on the other side of the English Channel—was probably because of some powerful magic interference, a kind of anti-tracking magic. ”I also read the report carefully, and in addition to vaguely pointing out the general location of the Malfoy family's young son, I also mentioned that this kind of anti-positioning spell has always been the good play of eclectic French wizards."
I was miserable by you."
Malfoy slumped heavily on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed, still naturally assuming an elegant and luxurious posture.I felt more and more that the etiquette requirements of pure-bloods and the usual quality of manners were pleasing to the eye, and I took another look, opened the door of the box, and walked out.When I returned, I had already used disgraceful means to get a big brother, I silently apologized to the original owner of this thing, and turned back to the box, Malfoy was calmly drinking water."
All roads lead to Rome."
I shook Big Brother and decided to use this as a means to inform the people who were now scrambling to find us.Malfoy had obviously not heard the Muggle admonition, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of it, and he raised an eyebrow, showing disdain for the head-turning thing in my hand.I picked up Big Brother and recalled the people who had phones in their homes: Muggle-born classmates Hufflepuffy had the most, but I didn't know any of them, Ravenclaw did have one or two, but I didn't know what their parents' names were, where they lived, or their company, so I couldn't look up their phone numbers......
There would be wizards in the Muggle phone, but I didn't know how to connect......
In short, I was reluctant to find out that I couldn't find anyone else with any connection to the wizarding world on my cell phone, other than Mr.
Vernon Dursley, the director of the Granning Company of the rig......
I try to avoid contact with the main people in this world, but when it comes to the last resort, do I still have to talk to him on the phone?
Also to explain how I know about this issue of their home phone......
It's a really uncomfortable feeling that you don't have everything under control.Probably because the train was bound for England, and there were British Yellow Pages on it, so I flipped through it and immediately found the Graning Company, and I dialed it by the number."
Hello, Graning Corporation."
The gentle voice of the front desk lady."
Hello, well, I'm sorry, I wonder if you have a supervisor in your company named Vernon Dersley.""
Yes, do you need to transfer?""
Ah, no, no, I am a friend of Mr.
Dursley's son, Dary Desley......
I transferred to France, but I forgot their phone number, it's his birthday soon, I want to call him to congratulate him, please......
Can you tell me the phone number of the Dursleys?
Also, is it okay not to tell Mr.
Dursley about this?
”I don't want Mr.
Dursley to run around for this, and then settle the account on Harry......
"This ......"
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"Please......
It's really important.Miss, he and I are pen pals, and we don't know any other kids in the area - we can only call to the company.I vowed never to forget the phone call of my classmate again. ”I was expressionless, pleading with pity, and when I looked back, I saw Malfoy expressing contempt for me."
Well, okay," the man over there softened slightly, "but there is no home phone at the front desk, let me ask for you, is that okay?"
”So I wrote down the phone number of the Dursleys family on a note in my hand.Dial it in."
This is the Dursleys," said the foul-mouthed little boy, who was Dudley, "who are you looking for......
Excuse me?
”"Hello, is Harry at home?"
This sentence caused an amazing effect on the phone inside and out.Dudley's voice on the other side of the earpiece suddenly became sharp and high: "Mom?
Mother!
It's that kind of person!
Those men are looking for Harry again!
”The sound pierced my eardrums sharply across the English Channel, and I had to take my phone a little farther away.Malfoy, who was drinking water on the other side of the carriage, heard Harry's name and squirted out a mouthful of water, and he hurriedly stood up despite his choking, and ended up with a bed on the top bunk: "You give ......
Oh!
”With a scream, he covered his head and sat back down.Malfoy wiped the water off his shirt and glared at me as he rubbed the hit on his head, clearly upset that I had picked Harry among my Muggle-born classmates.I could only shrug my shoulders: "I can't find anyone else." ”Didn't say much, because Harry had already come to answer the phone.He and Dudley seemed to nudge on the other end, and then seemed to notice that the call was not a landline, only to say with some confusion behind the receiver, "I'm Harry, who are you?"
”I grinned awkwardly, I was actually on the phone with such a meaningful character, and it was a ridiculous feeling: "Hello, I'm Vincent White from Ravenclaw, I don't think you remember......"
"No, no, I remember you."
Tall, curly hair, huh.Hermione – my friend, the top student in our house, always complained to us, well, that Ravenclaw had students who were on par with her...... "......Isn't it?"
I shuddered.I didn't have as little presence in their eyes as I thought I would, and the reason was just because of grades......
It's a little hard to laugh and cry.I laughed dryly, and then went on to talk about some of my hilarious experiences: "For some very complicated reason, I was thrown to France by a strange spell.I can't find a way to contact the wizarding world now, so I can only ask you to help me report the news. ”"France?
So far?
”Harry had obviously not been derailed from the wizarding world during the summer vacation, and he still kept an eye on the situation there, "Did you meet Malfoy?"
”I glanced at Malfoy across the street, who was looking at me coldly on the phone, and I opened my eyes and said, "No?
Why meet Malfoy?
”Without waiting for him to reply, I hurriedly said, "My classmate may have to wait in a hurry, can you help me bring a message to Alina Hornby in the department?"
It's good to use an owl to bring a letter, and a classmate and I will probably arrive in London tomorrow at noon, and we will get off at the Victoria train station, and if we are lucky, we will have three tails.Make sure you have everything you say, okay?
”After repeated admonitions and thanks, I hung up the phone.Chapter 19 The Mad Woman and Porcelain Stone said that they would be on duty in shifts, and I fell asleep, and it was Malfoy's turn to sleep.I sat for a moment, feeling a little depressed, so I stepped out of the box, opened one of the windows to let in some air, and at the same time got a new newspaper from the owl that was conspicuous as it was chasing the Muggle train.So far, despite all the uproar in the newspapers about the attack on Malfoy's manor and the publication of various scoops in the tabloids, in a sense, I have not surfaced as the "culprit" implicated in Malfoy.At the moment, the "culprit" is worried about his safety.Not only because of the three Frenchmen of unknown origin, but more importantly, I disrupted the story here, things that shouldn't have happened one after another, and Draco Malfoy was even thrown to France by a curse of escape with me, when he was supposed to be in the manor waiting for the Quidditch World Cup.I don't dare to try with my own life that the order here can tolerate me to modify the story to a certain extent.With this in mind, I chose to pass the news on to Orohobien, Benelli's mother, who more or less knew that I preferred eccentricities that were out of everyone's sight.That way, if possible, no one will know that I played an important role from start to finish after the matter is perfectly resolved.I felt a little sorry for Malfoy: if I had chosen to inform the authorities, whether it was the Ministry of Magic or his father, there would have been a large crowd of people flocking to him, and Master Malfoy would never have lost a single hair.To my surprise, Malfoy had no problem with this approach.He made me feel more apologetic in any case, and in any case, I chose the latter between the punishment correction of the order and the horrific choice of the three Frenchmen, in short, Malfoy and I kept a low profile against the three Frenchmen, which increased the risk, but made sure that I would not be corrected by the order that should not have been there from the beginning to the end.I thought of several ways to save Malfoy's life and my tormented conscience by making sure they weren't too focused on how to take out Malfoy when they were confronted with their pursuers.I slowly returned to the box, tucked the newspaper under my armpit, and was about to open the box door, but suddenly something felt wrong.As soon as I took out my wand, the door of the box slowly opened by itself, and a familiar female voice came from inside: "Vincent, what are you doing standing at the door, come in." ”Bastard......
With a curse, I stepped into the box, and the door closed behind me and clicked shut.A wizard confiscated Malfoy's wand and held Malfoy's panicked Malfoy hostage by the window.Malfoy struggled when he saw me come in, and then was held back by the wizard.The woman who spoke was sitting on the top bunk of my bunk, and when she saw me walk in, she crossed her legs and smiled condescendingly at me: "After so many days of dealing with each other, I still don't know your name." ”One less person.A hunky wizard isn't here.I didn't think much of it, and I didn't bother to fight the witch, so I told her my name.She snorted: "White ......" and didn't say much, and reported her name: "I'm Vicky Boyle......
Sharing names is the first step in cooperation on an equal footing......
Ah, were you looking for that big guy from Thor?
He's not here.Thor was too careless and was dealt with by the young boy's angry father. ”Malfoy moved slightly, pride and worry in his eyes.The witch didn't seem to be angry at all at the loss of one of her men, but smiled at Malfoy, "It's okay, your father didn't ......hurt at all," she said, and her smile became more and more kind, "But you don't have to." ”I stared at the self-confident witch - sitting quite tall.While searching for something in White's old house, she was the most excited of the three about what White might have left in his house, and was always very possessive, while the other two wizards were less emotionally expressive, and I guess that the thing, the gem in my hand, was only coveted by the witch."
He'll be fine."
I said coldly.