Get out of here, and don't let Malfoy get affected.I had a plan in an instant.My eyes just stared out the window, but Vicky Boyle immediately sensed that something was wrong, and while she was looking behind me, I shouted "Hey!
Over here!
”Raise your arm and slam the gem into the ground.Both Frenchmen were startled, and the one from the kidnapper, Malfoy, was the first to react, subconsciously pointing his wand at the gem and chanting the Flying Charm.Seeing that the gems had stopped falling and were sliding towards them, unable to get their hands on them, I had only this thought left, and I chanted a crushing spell at the flying gems.The gem turned into shards in the air.Malfoy's captors pushed Malfoy away and lunged forward, trying to close the gem with a spell.Vicky Boyle screamed and lunged at me viciously, apparently trying to strangle me with his own hands.At the same time, the glass of the train shattered, and an unseen man pounced on him, knocking Malfoy down.There was chaos in the carriage.Vicky Boyle said a spell to me, and I felt my head buzz, and the sky spun around, and someone grabbed my arm, and then the view of the carriage turned gray and faded - it was the French version of the portkey spell."
Stop!"
I lost consciousness when I heard an angry male voice coming from the door of the box.When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hard place, and the touch of my fingers told me that there was still a shoddy silk underneath me, and I guessed I was on a perfunctory bed.Instead of opening my eyes, I listened to whether there was anyone around me and gave me a moment to gather my thoughts before facing my situation.In that chaotic moment, no one could calm down......
And then, I seem to have smashed the world's last porcelain ......?
I wondered why the Boyles kept me alive, especially after I had done what Helen hadn't finished (smashing all the porcelain).I suddenly remembered what Helen had said to Sirius in that memory.“…… 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." ”At that time, the gem was Helen's life-saving bargaining, and I now took the initiative to destroy the last one......
Ah, no matter how you think about it, the situation is not good......
I simply opened my eyes and sat up, taking in the surroundings: it seemed to be underground, there were no windows, only a door on the side of the bed that looked delicate and solid.The house used to seem to be a place to store precious things—there were a few ornate metal shelves against the walls, but the shelves that should have been full of things were now empty.I pouted: they weren't going to just lock me up where I used to put the porcelain stone.Porcelain stone, porcelain stone, after talking about it for a long time, I don't know much about it......
Two or three years ago I read about this rare stone, which was originally a secret belonging to the boyle family, and the reason why it became famous in Europe was all because of Helen, the reckless madwoman in everyone's mind.It is not an exaggeration to say that porcelain stone is the source of magic for the boyars, because the boyles hold the vast majority of the protected magic in France, and most of these strange and unusual magics are only known for their names and effects in parchment records, and the specific spells and methods of manipulation are only recorded in pieces of black gems, and each boyle has the opportunity to learn - of course, how much can be mastered is up to him.And these magics, which are coveted and envied by countless magicians and pursued wildly, have completely become useless records on parchment after the porcelain stone completely disappears from the world, and disappear into the long river of history where the magic light wave shines......
Of course, most wizards don't have access to the porcelain stone and the thousands of magic it records anyway, and after the porcelain stone is all broken, they will sigh or curse at most, and then go their separate ways...
Leave the heartache to Boyle's own home!
By the way, punishing the culprit is, of course, also a priority for the Boyle family.Thinking of this, the room suddenly lit up - there was no light source, everything was bright, the usual trick of wizards, and then the door carved with runes was pushed open, and several mermaids rushed in.Triumphant Vicky Boyle, three middle-aged wizards, three middle-aged witches (three couples seemingly), and a boy two or three years older than me."
Bruce," the middle-aged man who followed the boy commanded coldly, "take a closer look, is this him?"
”The boy named Bruce came closer, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, he looked me up and down a few times, and the emotion in his eyes turned to ......
Wait, envy?
What does he envy me, has he become a prisoner?
I looked closely, and his eyes lost their brilliance, and I couldn't see any mood swings."
I think so."
Bruce nodded, avoiding my gaze."
Don't always say, 'I want to'.Give the exact answer!
”The gloomy middle-aged wizard next to Bruce criticized that Bruce seemed to encounter this kind of nitpicking on a regular basis, and habitually shrunk his neck.The middle-aged wizard at the head took out a golden goblet with an obscure Latin inscription on it, stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and recited a cutting spell on my arm.The blood crowded out of my veins, pooled into a large stream and flowed into the goblet, and the rest fell on my robes.When I woke up, I found that the wand was gone, and I had no ability to resist at all, so I endured the pain, and let the wizard toss and take my blood indifferently.When the cup was halfway filled with blood, the wizard removed the cup and gave my wound a healing charm.I squinted, not expecting that.At this time, Bruce consciously stepped forward, put his hand on the rim of the cup, and cut his palm.When I saw this, I raised my eyes and looked at Bruce's facial features again......
He did look a bit like Heiqi, or Helen, and he had curly curls like me, which no one else came in.A strange feeling welled up in my heart - I still have a brother?
Vincent has an older brother who is about three years older than him?
The middle-aged wizard had finished chanting the mantra to the cup, and I realized what he was doing when he finished chanting: it was a spell of symbiosis, short-lived, and only effective for those who were closely related, often used in turn to check for closeness.He recited a cutting spell on Bruce's other hand, and my palm ached, and a neat cut opened.Everyone could see it clearly, the middle-aged wizard recited another incantation, and the wound in my palm was also closed accordingly.It didn't feel fun to be cut around, and I gently touched my palm, and now there was only a little white mark left on the wound.A bunch of middle-aged people in the room nodded to each other, and then they all went out silently again.They came in as if to witness, and now that they saw what they wanted, they left the matter to the oldest and most dignified one, and did not interfere with it.Bruce followed the gloomy middle-aged man who seemed to be his father out, and without looking at me again, the only thing left in the room was the wizard who looked like the patriarch with a cup of blood, and Vicky Boyle.The middle-aged man raised his hand and waved his wand, and an armchair grew in the middle of the ground.He sat down and looked at me, without pretending to be kind or fierce—he should—I think it was because we had maintained a tacit, delicate harmony that had not yet been completely torn between each other."
I'm Richard Boyle," he said, "Douglas Boyle's brother." ”I didn't make a sound, I didn't know who he was, and what my brother had to do with me."
Let's talk about a deal today."
He said calmly, with no doubt in his tone.I shrugged my shoulders, I don't have any other choice anyway, do I?
Speaking of trading, he was slightly excited: "You write down the magic recorded in the porcelain stone, and we will let you go......"
Seeing that I still didn't make a sound, Richard slowed down his tone: "Vincent, there are more than 10,000 spells in the porcelain stone, and no one can remember them by themselves, I understand."
As soon as you write a hundred after that ice spell, you'll go back to England.The accounts between us are written off......
After all, you weren't the ones who did those things. ”He could be considered a good persuasion, but these conditions are simply impossible for me.I still don't speak, all the magic I know now is learned in Hogwarts, the magic that is popular and well-known to the public, and a few of which are ancient spells in the English books.I don't even know what porcelain stone is, I only remember a little bit of the information I have seen before, how can I transcribe a spell for him?
Seeing that I was so ignorant of current affairs, Richard Boyle's voice raised slightly: "You almost killed Bruce Xerox four years ago.At that time, we only thought that Helen had specially taught you, but you actually learned it, and your talent is really high......
But there is only one porcelain stone left, and now it seems that you used up one porcelain stone at that time - for four years, don't say that you haven't studied the magic in it.That madman let you touch porcelain stone so early, and you weren't ruined by the mental pressure of porcelain stone......"
After complaining, he calmed down: "If you don't want to say it, then we will slowly consume it." ”Richard stood up and gave me a cold look, too lazy to talk to me again, asked the wiki to leave me pen and paper, and was about to go outside.I really don't want to spend time here, and I don't want to be patient with the boyle family.I stopped him and decided to tactfully tell him that his dream of saving porcelain magic would never come true: "Mr.
Boyle, do you know how my mother, Hakie White, died, that summer three years ago?
Richard Boyle turned around, perhaps because of my lack of cooperation, and he didn't intend to maintain the semblance of peace, and the corners of his mouth curled involuntarily: "The last time she came to France, we cleverly designed and succeeded in casting the Imperius Curse on her—a very difficult thing......
Ordered her to return to her lodgings, kill her son, and then commit suicide. ”His tone was a little regretful: "Her reputation is out, no one dares to fight her head-on, our people follow her from afar, wait for you to die, the British Ministry of Magic will investigate for a few days, and then go in and slowly rummage through the porcelain stone......
Everything is normal, except that Wiki went to England not long ago, and he glanced at me, "and found that you are not dead." ”"It was another boy who died," I was a little amused by their confused approach, "didn't you go to the scene, I mean, on the TV, too, ......
"They really don't pay attention to the TV, I shut up.""
Magic tells us she's acting on the Imperius Curse, and magic tells us that she's dead and she died with a boy - she couldn't break free of the Imperius Curse completely, but she cast a confusion spell on herself to convince herself that someone else was you—very clever, very clever......
We didn't even notice it if we didn't break the Imperius Curse," he exclaimed, and then laughed: "She's so good that she deserves to be Helen......
We can never keep up with her train of thought.But so what?
You didn't die, and you did what she didn't do - smashed all the porcelain......
It's a pity that you're too young," said Richard, looking down at me with pity, "even if you had mastered porcelain early on, even if you were Helen's child, so what......
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You're still locked here......"
"This feud has lasted for seventeen years, let's see which of us can win in the end." ”Richard left the house with Vicky, smugly and gently closing the delicate wooden door.The author has something to say: == tired.The stalk of the first chapter is finally over, and the crazy and charming Helen dies peacefully and unhappily.That's the truth about that homicide.The OTZ input method has upgraded the thesaurus regardless of it.,Idiomatic words and vague words have all been brushed off.,Typing suddenly made a lot of effort......
Go to Your Sister's Sogou Chapter 26 Before School Starts Second, after listening to Richard's satisfied account of how Helen was put to death, I was stunned, and I vaguely felt that something was wrong......
There was a little subtle dissonance, and I still didn't understand why Helen didn't check the closet where Vincent was hiding, and if Vincent had been living well, then how did I, Jiang Jin, occupy the magpie's nest?
Even if the truth of Helen's death is completely revealed, those innocuous and abrupt details still make people feel uneasy.As soon as I was distracted, Richard had closed the door with the wiki, and I realized that when I first mentioned the incident three years ago, I was trying to tell him that it was impossible to recover the porcelain magic.That's what I thought at the time—the night I saw Sirius in the third year behind the gate at the top of the tower, I felt Vincent's faint remnants of the wish and went to another world—with the rich and precious porcelain magic in his head.
(But what happened later told me that I still took it for granted.)Wizards and Muggles don't know much about souls and memories, souls and memories are entangled with each other, not distinguishing from each other, but they are independent of each other......
The realm of soul magic is too complex, and it is always entangled in clouds of fog that can never be seen clearly by the inquiring eye.The traits of the inscrutable soul......
A few hours after leaving the little room, Richard finally learned the "bad news", and I asked the house-elf who had come to deliver the food to him, and he must have been very angry, and the direct manifestation of this anger was that he had changed his way of dealing with me and handed over the work of dealing with me to Douglas.Douglas came to the cottage alone, and to his surprise, he didn't seem to care much about porcelain magic.As soon as he entered the door, he angrily recited the heart mantra.Luckily, I wasn't slow to react and threw myself on the ground to the side.He seemed to be very resentful of me, and the last time I came in, I noticed his serpent-like eyes.I couldn't dodge the second Drill Spell, I felt overwhelming pain in every corner of my body, my head went blank, and after the spell ended, I regained consciousness and found myself curled into a ball and fell to my knees, covered in sweat.Douglas opened his mouth and asked me a question I definitely hadn't expected: "Who is White?"
”I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he might be asking the non-existent "Mr.
White."
I recalled the few pieces of information I had about Helen Boyle, vaguely remembered that it wasn't her real name, and came up with a reasonable guess: "You're Helen's......
Ex?
”"You ......"
Boyle, who was miserable by his wife who had been with him for less than a year, now doesn't care about porcelain stone, and actually exudes a strong sense of vinegar, I look at his blue eye bags, declining skin, and decadent temperament, and can't help laughing: "You actually think about her?"
Merlin, you're really ......
"good/cheap."
The adjective that followed was swallowed back into the stomach with a fist, and Douglass seemed irritated by my contemptuous laugh."
Who's that man?
Sorcerer?
Mudbloods?
Muggles?
”He speculated angrily, followed by another spell, and the memories in my mind began to flood uncontrollably, and finally stopped in the living room where Cupid's arrows were hung, that soul-destroying night.Dementorship.I came back to my senses, my head was dizzy, and then a somewhat hysterical Douglas recited "Drill the Heart and Cut the Bone" again.The spell lasted for a long time, and by the time I had regained my strength, Douglas was long gone, leaving me alone by the wall, my face and arms scratched by the pain of my own pain, and my head was about to crack.Maybe he cast a Dementor curse again?
I struggled to recall......
No, it's the Imperius Curse, and I confusedly told me all the information about Sirius that the public knew, and unexpectedly, the truth buried beneath the surface of the water and obtained from the original book was not asked by Douglas.I had to attribute the reason to "order" for the time being, and it is possible that the soul and body are not in good shape.I shook my head, returned to bed tiredly, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I opened my eyes, there was a smiling woman with dark gray curls and a familiar face that I immediately recognized as Helen."
Mom, what should we do with him now?"
I felt my mouth open and close, asking questions of the woman.Helen's smile was beautiful, but the smile didn't reach the corner of her eye: "Vincent, didn't you ask me who he was the day before yesterday?"
”I "subconsciously" looked back, and the boy I knew very well was the younger Bruce Boyle.I realize now that it seems to be Vincent's memory......
But how?
Isn't his soul gone, after secretly meeting his father, Sirius, whom he has never met?
Helen asked herself, "He is my son." ”Bruce Boyle sat in the living room far away, looking confused, not knowing what the two men were discussing in the kitchen.With a gasp, I stood in Vincent's point of view, feeling that he was at a loss for a brother who suddenly appeared: "Can ......
But I ......
Is he my brother?
”Helen stroked the hair hanging from her ear: "Yes, Vincent, I never told you......
You also have an older brother - Bruce is the purest and most complete of all French wizards. ”Pure means untainted by Muggle ancestry, and full means that the name Bruce Boyle can be connected to all (and even some of the now extinct pure-blood) surnames in France on the family tree.A little jealous, and a little scared, Vincent, who seemed to be only eight or nine years old from the glass reflection, stammered, "That......
Mom......
What about me?
”There is an unwillingness to be compared, "Does pure-blooded mean very good?"
”"It's not good to be a pure-blooded unity," Helen smiled and touched Vincent's little curly-haired head, "What about you, your bloodline is also pure......"
Vincent was a little confused, his mother was too gentle with him, and he wasn't sure whether it was good or bad for a while.Helen rubbed Vincent's head, pulled him to the living room, and said softly, "Two little purebloods, let's play a game......
Will there be a duel?
”Compared to Bruce's confusion, Vincent was a little excited: Helen was accustomed to killing with him, which made his temperament a bit violent with the worship of magic.Helen's eyes flashed with an unknown meaning, and she straightened her collar for Bruce, said a few words of greeting, and then returned to Vincent, who was a little jealous, and said, "Do it well, let me see......
You are my child, your father's child...... after all" This was the first time Helen mentioned her father in front of Vincent, and I felt that Vincent's fighting spirit had obviously grown, and the "duel" with Bruce was more like a joke, trying to show Helen beautifully.Bruce Boyle's vulnerability in front of Vincent satisfied Helen, who threw Bruce at Boyle's doorstep and took him back to his nest in England.Vincent looked at Helen expectantly, hoping that she would pick up the topic from earlier, and Helen casually threw her long robe on the couch and picked Vincent up."
Your father killed his best friend, too."
Helen sat on the couch, Vincent's head resting on her lap, and I saw her graceful chin from this perspective, waiting for a bedtime story that was not destined to be very good.Today, Helen's own children defeated the boyle children, and she seemed to be in a good mood."
I didn't know your father's name until you were a little over a year old," said Helen, "Sirius Black, all the news in England says one thing: your father is a friend killer......
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Vincent moved his head uneasily: Helen would say that she had killed her friend when she was drunk."
The guy I met in the old house where I settled in France turned out to be of pure blood, and the status of this surname in the English wizarding world where the Death Eaters were in power at that time was on par with that of the Boyle family," Helen summoned a bottle and slowly poured it for herself, "but your father was removed from the family, and it seems that he didn't want to join the Death Eaters......
That's not bad. ”Helen thought it was "good", probably not because Sirius refused to throw himself into the Dark Lord, but because he was removed from the Black family......
"Your father killed his friends," and soon Helen finished telling Sirius about his arrest, and suddenly looked a little melancholy (perhaps because of the alcohol), "The couple also had a child......
That boy must have hated him for destroying his family. ”"Smith, none of them have children."
Helen was silent for a long time, and suddenly a sentence came out like this.She jerked to her feet, almost carrying Vincent to the ground, and Helen put down her goblet, grabbed her robe, and grabbed Vincent to go out again.Vincent looked up and asked where he was going, and from Vincent's point of view, I saw Helen with a somewhat sad silhouette facing the light outside the door."
Hell," Helen scolded firmly, "of course to make amends to that child, for your father."
I'm going to give him the most beautiful blessing spell in that stupid stone. ”When -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I woke up, I realized that I seemed to have found a memory fragment in the depths of my mind that didn't belong to me, and I vaguely felt that it had something to do with a few vicious spells that were overly damaging my head.This suspicion was soon confirmed: over the next few days, Douglas, who had received news of Sirius, let go of the cuckold problem and began to use various spells to try to get porcelain magic out of my mouth, all of which gave my head a headache - it was clear that the boyles were not dead yet, and still had a little hope - this method did seem to have some effect, but the few memory fragments that came to my mind had little to do with magic.When headaches had to become habitual, the only thing I could talk about was the anticipation of the memories that had been stirred up by the rough magic that would eventually make up for the last nine years of Helen's life.A day with little Vincent company.The author has something to say:== I can't write it, I clicked on the HP movie soundtrack and listened to it, and it turned out that I couldn't write it anymore.Chapter 27 Before School Begins and Second, in the next few days, Douglass will occasionally leave his comfortable room and go down to this dark, damp basement to vent his anger.Helen had ruined the Boyle family, and Douglas was undoubtedly the one who had been attacked from inside and outside - whether he wanted it or not, he had been Helen's husband.Douglas's affection for Helen was subtle, for he was a proponent of pure-bloods, and Helen was a crazy defender of equality, and perhaps found pure-bloods a little more ignorant and useless.But in his words, he was indeed full of jealousy towards Sirius......
Merlin's pants!
Sirius may have forgotten the woman he met many years ago, but for this, he was innocently cursed by Douglas hundreds of times.And he, as someone who had inherited his son's body — though he never realized it, and I didn't really want to admit it — was even more unlucky, having to endure the punches and kicks of a violent Douglas.When he gets tired of Helen, he will come back to the task that Richard Boyle has given him: to unravel the porcelain stone magic.This was when the abuse was even more torturous, because I had to endure the Soul Charm over and over for something I couldn't possibly know - I mean, thanks to his spell, I felt like my mind was blowing.In addition to the growing headache, I had something else to gain during this time, Vincent's memories did not seem to have left with his soul, but sank beneath the deep surface of the memory.Every time Douglas walked away and I started to rest and relax, these memories would slowly unfold and come to mind.The magic of porcelain stone also appears in memory, which was rare at first, but has tended to become more and more recently—Merlin is all on my side, and in the first wave of porcelain magic that comes to mind, there is one that can deal with these situations: a time-limited amnesia charm.In fact, after seeing this magic, my first reaction was not to learn it immediately, but to find out what the person who collected the porcelain stone magic thought, the time-limited amnesia spell?
Could it be to avoid the eyes of his wife who has to face after drinking flower wine?
Vincent's memories taught me one thing: Helen was indeed a madwoman.For some reason, in order to let Vincent learn porcelain stone magic as soon as possible, she took special measures to train his magic and magical experience: using the Imperius Curse to manipulate him, forcing Vincent to challenge his potential again and again, casting one difficult spell after another.It is exactly what I said unintentionally in front of Danqi.Helen, a crazy woman with crazy ideas, I know her more and more in memories full of revenge and desperateness.================================================================== Vincent opened his eyes, it was Sunday, and he slept until almost noon.He opened his eyes and saw on his desk several Muggle Middle School leaflets that he had studied the previous night.He pursed his lips as he thought back to his elementary school days, when he had had to take frequent leave of absence due to his mother's divergent magic experiments.And when this phenomenon gradually eased, he began to set off to France with his mother to solve his mother's enemies one by one.Only a third of her name had been crossed out of her long list, and according to her, the last ones, called Boyle or Bonnet, were the trickiest because they were pure-bloods with the best resources.Vincent now knows what pureblood means to this "White Family".He looked at the leaflet at the top, where the Muggle students were to wear brown-and-red tuxedos and orange bloomers, as well as straw hats.Vincent didn't really care what Muggle school he was going to—it was just a stupid thing to avoid the eyes and ears of the neighbors—he only cared about this home, just himself and his mother.Although sometimes he also fantasizes about the Dark Lord's comeback, and his father can be released from prison and become the most proud wizard under the Dark Lord......
But then Mom should have quarreled with him - after all, the Dark Lord is also a pure-blood.Every time he went to this contradiction, Vincent stopped his unrealistic fantasies: it would be better to prepare more about how to solve the next person on the list.Vincent made his bed and heard a knock at the door downstairs.He went down the stairs and saw that his mother, who was supposed to be watching Doctor Who on the TV today, had returned with a lot of things, and Mr.
Lecter next door had helped him get a lot.Vincent was accustomed to Helen's whims, and it didn't surprise Vincent much when she moved back a corpse alone one winter, and the only surprise was that Helen didn't call him on that errand.
("Oh, Vincent, I'm sorry.")I suddenly wanted to go to this Mr.
Gerry while I was drinking," Helen explained, "and his bones would be a beautiful Halloween ornament."
Vincent pouted, found the long list, and crossed out Mr.
Gerry's name. ）"Oh, thank you so much, Joshua.""
Well, nothing.My pleasure, Haki," said Mr.
Lecter, departed merrily, "see you back, Vincent!"
”As soon as the door closed, Helen put away her smile, shook her hair and complained, "If he hadn't appeared, I would have taken these things myself." ”"Mom, you're enchanting in the Muggle neighborhood again," Vincent laughed, once more catching her for breaking her rules, and went downstairs with Helen to move things into the living room, "You said you should be careful of the British Ministry of Magic's magic detection. ”"A levitation spell is nothing.Rules are meant to be broken," Helen pulled a scarf from a paper bag and threw it at Vincent, cleverly placing it on his head, "Why are you so honest?"
Not like me at all. ”Helen happily watched as Vincent tripped over the door frame because his eyes were covered by a scarf: "Maybe you're like your dad - only too honest criminals will be locked up in prison." ”Vincent ignored Helen's argument about "criminals and prisons", and took off the scarf on his head after holding the package in his hand: "Is this for me?"
”"Yes, yes," Helen waved again, and a large pile of things fell on the blanket in the middle of the living room, and sprinkled it on the ground, and she knelt excitedly in front of Vincent, carefully surrounding him, and with a little wand, a full-length mirror appeared in front of the fireplace, "Gray and dark blue, I think it is a special match for you!"
What do you think?
”"Hot."
Vincent said.Helen was silent for a moment, pretending not to hear what Vincent was saying, and turned to turn through the mixed pile of merchandise again.Vincent silently went to untie the scarf, only to find that Helen had just tied a dead knot.Helen unwrapped the largest package—which Mr.
Lecter had looked at several times before leaving—and placed it in front of Vincent: "Look, the newest broomstick, the Halo 2000. ”Vincent didn't bother to speak, his eyes were wrapped in the scarf: he tried to remove it from his head without untying it, but the scarf fell there and couldn't move, messing up his dark gray curls.When he finally took the scarf off his head, he found Helen pinning a badge on her T-shirt: "Does anyone in our family like to play Quidditch?"
If that broom comes in handy, we'll have to cast an oblivion spell on our neighbors......
What is it?
”"Ravenclaw's coat of arms."
Helen said with a smile."
Spicy Venclaw?""
Ravenclaw," Helen pulled a book from under the coffee table, "and I woke up this morning and it occurred to me, oh my God, you're about to turn eleven."
It's a matter of going to magic school. ”"But Mom," Vincent was a little surprised, "we talked about it, didn't we say you could go to a Muggle school in Mestin or something?"
Besides, if there's anything worth learning in the magic school, I'll do it. ”Mother and son never considered reappearing in the wizarding world.Helen patted the book, "That's what I thought, but you see, 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has four houses......
The Ravenclaw colors are blue and bronze' – bronze is dark grey with a touch of blue – 'the sign is the eagle' – we both love eagles......
This academy is a great fit for you!
You have to go!
”