I turned to the second page."
We'll come back to how Sirius got involved with an ordinary female Muggle - given his natural appearance, it's likely that any uninformed Muggle would be happy to have an affair with him—back to our focus for today, Black Kiwight, an ordinary, or even rather skilled, Muggle in a suburban London neighborhood who lacks the skills to make a living (the author has stated that he has no access to Ms.
White's legitimate financial resources, as one of her neighbors suggested," She misbehaves, has irregular schedules and habits of reversing day and night, often disappearing for long periods of time without a home; Her children also often dropped out of school, and the teachers were helpless against the wild child. ”）- I will not mention here how the well-dressed single mother Hei Qi White, who has no relatives or friends in London and no fixed financial resources, raised a fatherless child alone, and still enjoyed a privileged life that is completely different from the superficial income, in order to show respect for the deceased. ”I raised an eyebrow, she really dared to write."
Misbehaving, irregular work and rest, and habits of reversing day and night, often disappearing for long periods of time without returning"......
Perhaps Skita didn't realize that in addition to sex workers, mad killers can also have this trait.And any of Helen's equally frustrated friends who could have flagged her to death in a bottle if they had read this article.Sadly, Helen and her friends are almost dead.Skita was really lucky."
Such superficial and beautiful days did not last long with little Vincent, and tragedy struck during the summer when he was about to enter his first year at Hogwarts - but if it weren't for this tragedy, Vincent might have maintained his decadent Muggle status for the rest of his life?""
That night there was a double murder that was a headache for the Muggle law enforcement officers in London and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and the unsolved double murder case - Miss White died of massive blood loss from a wound to a sharp object in her chest, and the eleven-year-old boy next door with the murder weapon died of the curse, the Avada Curse, one of the three known unforgivable curses, the dark magic known as one of the three most unforgivable curses."
Then there is a rather tendentious description of the restoration of the case.I skimmed through it and found two of her grammatical errors.Vincent Jr. has disappeared since then and has not been seen in the Muggle public eye to this day, with Muggle enforcers speculating that he may have been murdered in some suburb, when in fact he had been living a good life in the wizarding world.Even last fall, he found Sirius, the father who had been seen throughout his childhood, the open opponent of the mysterious man with a legendary experience, and the 'hero' of our 'strong and heroic'. ”These adjectives: strong, heroic, heroic - is she italicized?
I leaned in to make sure, and vaguely felt that it wasn't just me who was going to bombard her next.I put down my spoon, wiped my mouth, picked up what I had and walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.On the way, I met a number of classmates who were just about to go to breakfast, and I was too lazy to remember their names, and they nodded to me in a friendly way—because they hadn't had time to read today's Daily Prophet, and greeted them with the same friendly greetings.In the early morning, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was empty, so I made it to the last row, opened my school bag, pulled out a pen and paper, and began to do the calculations.Definition of relevance......
Well, a new set of algorithms is needed.In the Bruce Warriors incident, my involvement was clearly overestimated, and I was aware of that for a long time, but the problem was that a new measurement scheme was not something that could be taken out.So what is the natural coefficient that this place must have, I have calculated it before?"
Vincent!""
Huh?"
I subconsciously looked up and was slightly startled to find the teacher who had been teaching Moody's defense for a month, Sirius, standing right in front of me."
I've called you several times, Vincent......
Don't show this 'wow!
When did you come in?!
’expressions. ”Sirius threw the textbook on the table, then picked up my stack of paper, "What is this?"
”"Uh......
Parchment and a bunch of data you don't understand?
”I guessed and gave the answer."
I realized this a long time ago, and I don't need to be reminded."
Sirius put the pile of papers back on the table and tapped hard with his fingers, "I'm asking, you still have the heart to do your wonderful little arithmetic with all the excitement that Skeita has made such a big move?"
”With a quill in my hand, I checked the data distractedly, and casually asked, "So what should I do?"
Hurry up and run away - they're not going to put me in Azkaban for a stupid report, are they?
”"The law can do whatever it wants to do – don't pin your pitiful faith on a jury of fragile minds, whose verdicts will only be on the instructions of those in power."
Sirius said, "And it seems to me that there is nothing on the surface of what Skeeter writes that does not stand up to scrutiny......
"Oh, good morning, Professor, Vincent. ”The classroom door was pushed open, and Danqi and Benelli came in with bread, what looked like it was their breakfast."
We've seen the newspapers — it looks like Skeeter specializes in a wide range of subjects: from romance scandals to competitive events, she's ready to take on the challenge of reporting on criminal cases now?"
Danqi walked over, carried his schoolbag and asked, "Do you want to sit in the last row?"
”"You guys get me to the first row."
Sirius pointed ahead with his thumb and said to me, "And you, sit down together, put all this parchment away, and don't use your amateur talents in my class." ”Actually, it's my professional talent, maybe magic is an amateur......
But I didn't say anything, shrugged my shoulders, got my things in order and moved to the front to sit.Sirius looked at Danki and Benelli for a moment, then continued, "You were indeed the last wizard to show up on the scene - of course, they thought you were a stupid little squib at the time - and there was no sign of other wizards appearing or even violently breaking in—so according to Skeeter's reasoning, if you were stimulated by something that caused your magic to explode......" he smacked his lips and didn't continue."
The three unforgivable spells require a very high level of mana support, and it is impossible to use them without a wand.It is even more impossible for a young wizard who has just undergone a magical awakening to do it. ”Benelli raised his hand."
Ah, at that time, there were only Peter's two stubby fingers on the scene, and the whole wizarding world still believed that the rest was blown to ashes by me......"
Benelli raised his hand again and said: "This is not logical, my dad said that this case ignores the obvious physical evidence - no matter what caused the violent explosion, it is impossible to completely destroy all the torso of the target, and it is impossible that the only two places left are torn from one part in the form of a bite." ”"Thank you for the affirmation.But it's not a class right now, so there's no need to raise your hand, Mr.
Hornby......
Sirius waved his hand, "Are you talking about some unique Muggle theory?"
”"Yes, explosive analysis for forensic purposes.My dad was from the CIA. ”Benelli said heavily.Danqi and I turned back to him in unison and asked, "Didn't you say he was a policeman?"
”"Is there a difference?"
Benelli said with a blank expression, not sure what the nature of his father's profession was."
I feel sorry for Mr. and Mrs.
Hornby.A CIA and an Auror ......"
Danqi put his hand on his forehead, "and then it turned out to be you—something must have gone wrong, I'd suggest you go back and do a blood test spell or DNA comparison or something." ”"Speaking of DNA," I remembered the TV wanted notice I heard about me on the lawn of a family in France during the summer vacation: "Is the fate of being wanted and going to jail hereditary?"
I've seen papers about the influence of genes on the personal choices of our grandparents and then extending to similar life trajectories......
"Oh, I remember, you said you were on TV in France last summer," Danqi pulled out a note from his bag and crossed out several options with a quill pen, "so we can't go to the Eiffel Tower or Mont Saint-Michel or Annecy this summer to visit the Eiffel Tower, or Mont Saint-Michel, or Annecy, unless you want to cause some commotion......
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”Danqi, who had been so good, sneeze two very strange-toned sneeze for some reason, and we looked at Sirius suspiciously, and he took advantage of our silence to clapped his hands casually and said, "Alright, since the gossip of the lovely classmates is over, let's get down to business." ”Chapter 70 Newspaper "The situation is a little bad right now. ”Sirius said.I looked at him puzzled: it was just speculation in the newspapers, was there any need to be so worried?
Dan Qi finished reciting the cleaning mantra to his handkerchief, and then said sullenly: "It's because of the problem of public opinion - the direction of the media should be under the control of the headmaster now, and the direction of the wind has suddenly changed, there must be something wrong." ”Unlike me, Danqi has always had a high political sensitivity.Sirius nodded appreciatively at him, and said, "We did get into the newspaper that had a great deal of interest in public opinion.But the Daily Prophet suddenly turned back to Vincent to □□ against the hints and pressures we gave him—this was probably done by the person opposite us, whether he wanted to make a statement, a warning, or a show of allegiance, but in short, it can be concluded that there is a Death Eater with great power who has hooked up with Voldemort. ”Well, I still can't understand the thinking of these people who can accurately deduce the operation of the various forces behind it from the clues."
There's no reason why the Daily Prophet wouldn't suddenly and so explicitly attack someone, especially when it comes to life and reputation—just make a bit of a lace news, and listen to what the Skeeter woman is all about."
At the mention of the female reporter, everyone frowned in disgust.Sirius glanced at the back of the room, then lowered his voice and said, "Anyway, Vincent, you have to keep an eye on this, maybe they're really back to investigate those two murders - don't call me a big fuss - unlike the boring scandal between Harry and Hermione in Wizarding Weekly some time ago, in this case, you were obviously targeted, and I should have been responsible for attracting firepower," Sirius wrinkled his nose, They probably think it's easier to start with you. ”"Good morning, Professor Black."
Two or three girls sat in the first row and said, "I know, the Daily Prophet is messing up again, is it?"
”"A good guy can't be framed too many times, we'll have your back, Professor Black!"
I looked back and said, "What are they supporting Sirius for, it seems like I'm the one who was splashed with dirty water this time." ”"The second half of the newspaper is accusing Sirius of abandoning and not taking responsibility for raising him," Danqi laughed twice, "but don't worry, your supporters are just a little less, and they will appear soon." ”As soon as she finished speaking, a fifth-grader Hufflepuff girl squeezed into the front door of the classroom, and she shouted, "Vincent, I've got your back!"
The Prophet Daily eats/. ”Then before Sirius deducted her points, he smirked and quickly closed the door and left."
It seems that the publicity effect of the Order of the Phoenix in the early stage is good, huh?"
Danqi touched his chin: "That article is quite convincing to people who don't know, but many people prefer to believe that they are making up nonsense." ”"It's a lot of girls who want to believe it, not a lot of people."
I corrected.As I saw that the Ravenclaw and Slytherin boys who came to class looked at us with some suspicion and scrutiny, I think that the girls thought that I was innocent, and that they were probably simply fascinated by Professor Black's handsome appearance and uninhibited style.Perhaps it was because of the suspicion and detachment that kept turning to the front row that Sirius on the podium was a little upset."
Mr.
Crabbe, Mr.
Goyle, and Brian and Miss Hawke, can we get rid of you putting away all the newspapers?"
Sirius pinpointed a few of the students who were sneaking away, and I heard Patil say in amazement, "Oh my God, he doesn't have a magic eye - how do you know?"
”I remember the last time little Crouch grabbed a student behind the table and made a little gesture, the girl's tone was not so adoring but affectionate, which shows that good looks always get a generous extra point.Sirius took away a bunch of miscellaneous things, and deducted a lot of Slytherin points eccentricly, and finally he stood on the podium and announced to the class, "No one is allowed to mess with me in the classroom, you see?"
The only one who has this right is myself. ”Benelli whispered, "Does he mean he's still going to make trouble for himself in his own class?"
”Sirius apparently heard it, and he smiled at us, and Benelli seemed to take it as a menaceous threat, and almost shrank under the table in fright, but Sirius didn't do anything to him, but clapped his hands and said, "Mr.
Hornby is right, so I'm going to give Ravenclaw five points." ”After class, Luna rushed up and gave me what was probably a veneer gesture - I don't know where she learned it, and after letting go of my neck, she looked at the ceiling and said ethereally, "It's nice to finally get a taste of what it's like for a Slytherin class to be in Potions class."
But the next class is a potion, and you have to get used to the different attitudes of different teachers towards you, Vincent. ”Professor Snape didn't complain too much about the article during the class, but he seemed to be in a very good mood, and he only deducted twenty points from Hufflepuff after Justin Finchlie had spilled half of the potion on the ground, and did not keep him in confinement until Easter.After Potions class, a bored Fleur and Lydia were already waiting for us at the Ravenclaw table, and instead of asking much about the two murders, they gave their opinion on lunch, perhaps because the pies had captured their full attention."
What is this?"
Fleur looked at the fish-filled pie on the table with a look of disgust: "It's just a school of fish drowning in the swamp - do I have to have this thing for my lunch?"
”"Hmm, look up to the starry sky faction."
Dan Qi said cautiously, in case Hibiscus fried hair: "This dish is more classic in the UK. ”"I know what this thing is, I just don't understand that it has the confidence to appear at the dinner table that hosts us."
Fleur stretched out a Qianqian finger and pushed the pie in front of her far away, and said to her companion, "I think I'd rather be hungry, how about you?"
”Lydia hesitated, "I don't know, I'd like to try it - this pie looks funny, I don't hate it." ”Fleur looked down again, then suddenly drew her wand and chanted the incantation, and the dead dried fish moved quickly and lightly under the dough cover."
I think it's better to let them into the cake."
Fleur said.Filch suddenly appears and grabs our attention.He gave me a visibly ill-intentioned look, and then reported something to the Headmaster, and since he didn't keep his voice down at all, and we sat relatively close to the teacher's seat, I could clearly hear what he was telling Dumbledore.“…… Someone from the Ministry of Magic......
Survey......
Ms.
White's murder ......
"I caught a few key words, reluctantly swallowed the fish in my mouth, took a sip of water, and said, "Are they really coming?"
When did the Ministry of Magic become so efficient?
”Danqi wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, frowned and said, "It's okay to use newspapers to demonstrate, I plan to do it seriously."
I don't know what they want to do - in the big picture, IMHO, you're simply insignificant. ”I laughed dryly.There was a bit of commotion at the other end of the hall, and we looked back to find the two wizards standing in the doorway."
Filch actually let them in?
This is Hogwarts. ”We agreed that this was the Headmaster's territory, and that no one was allowed to enter without the Headmaster's nod, so we all turned to Filch again.Filch had no choice but to raise his voice to explain to the principal, while also allowing the students to hear: "They have an arrest warrant. ”Then he glared at me.The hall exploded, and everyone was swearing that "if White had not been convicted, there would have been no arrest warrant."
I realized that the situation was starting to get out of hand, so I put down my fork and considered slipping out of the small room behind the teacher's box now."
Quiet."
Professor Dumbledore had to clear the room, and then he stood up and looked coldly at the two officials from the Ministry of Magic and asked, "What are you doing?"
”"Well, in that case, this morning's Daily Prophet also reported on the murders of Miss White and Mr.
Lector on Fran Street in the Muggle community," one of them unfolded the warrant, cleared his throat and began to read: "By the resolution of the Wizengamot Provisional Council, the Auror Office Dlux (the strong, short-haired wizard next to him nodded) and McAdam are now sent to arrest Vincent White at Hogwarts......
"I can't hear what is being said later, Because I slipped under the table while everyone was turning their heads to look at McAdam, and slipped away along the cat's waist of the faculty chair - the professors all pretended not to see the suspect slipping away from under their noses, and instead put on a posture of listening intently to the Auror, and Flitwick and Sirius glared at the students who were about to speak.I left the small room at the back of the hall and swaggered out through the main entrance of Hogwarts—Filch, the janitor, was still watching the excitement with everyone.But I had just been in the field for a while, and before I could figure out what I was going to do, and before I even reached Hogsmeade, I was stopped by Danqi and Benelli, who had rushed over."
If I were you, I'd make myself invisible when I run away."
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Benelli gasped and blamed me for the mistake I had made in my escape: "And you have left the road, and you can see your swaying back for a mile away." ”"Even if they can see me, they won't be able to catch me."
I said, "So, didn't you come to run away with me, but just to teach me how to sneak?"
”"Neither.The situation has changed dramatically, and you can go back with us. ”Danqi said, "Someone has taken the blame for you." ”"It's so dreamy, I haven't had time to feel the freedom of getting out of school – I haven't even stepped out for half an hour!"
I feigned a complaint and returned to school with them: "Who gave me the guilt?"
”As soon as I turned around, I saw two Aurors not far away, who were a little unclear, pressing one person over."
They didn't expect this to happen, but someone admitted that he had committed the murder, and there was no other way but to arrest the person in a daze."
Benelli teased quietly.Before he could get closer, Delix disdainfully said to his companion, "I don't think the person who committed this will be like this."
Leaving from the main road, I don't know the hidden figure.Looks like a white// idiot. ”I rolled my eyes, ignoring the old lady, and looked at Bruce, who was standing easily between the two of them, who hadn't even had his wand confiscated—foreigners always have that kind of convenience.He stopped, stared at me for two seconds, and then pulled a small glass bottle out of his coat pocket."
I wasn't going to give it to you.But things have changed.Now it's up to you. ”I took the glass bottle, and inside it was a swirling memory.Bruce gave me the donkey skin bag before Christmas, saying that it was my stuff that he had managed to get back from the Boyle family, but when I opened the bag, I found that my memory was significantly missing.Actually, to be honest, things related to Helen basically mean a lot of trouble, and since Bruce hasn't been seen much at Hogwarts, I didn't bother to ask him around.Then again, he seems to have only appeared in school four times since the first tournament, once when he almost got into a fight with Danqi, once when he gave me a donkey skin bag with a lot of missing memories, once for the second event, and the fourth time he appeared at Hogwarts just in time for the men to arrest me.Is there a bit of a coincidence?
I knew that there would be no answer to this question, so I threw out another question that would make him more revealing and tentative: "Helen's death is really related to you?"
”Bruce froze for a moment, then didn't say anything, and strode away, and the two Aurors who had been left behind hurriedly stepped up to follow.The three of us looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.Benelli spoke, "Bet my mind potion recipe, there's definitely something wrong with this guy - although we talked about him having a problem last time, this time we're 100% sure he has a problem." ”Danqi said, "Shut up, Beneri, your mind potion is still in chaos, what can you bet on." ”The author has something to say: **Road** - I know where I must have set the address of the White family's house =,= But I just can't find it, forget it, let's make up for it ourselves 233333333333333333333 Chapter 71 Cause and Effect France, Limousin.The plateau is more or less completely bare/bare, with wind-blown trees scattered here and there in dry areas, and here is a vast field of heather, wattle, and dyewood, and it is not common for miles to be alone.Now, not far from the national highway there is an ordinary local house, and the bush moor near it is dotted with small flocks of light, soft-looking little sheep.The owner didn't look much at the lambs that had changed hands, they looked like they had gone through some terrible disaster, and the elderly couple stood up and looked back at the house for the last half minute.Their daughter, who had already married, waited quietly beside them, quietly wiping away tears when their parents were not paying attention.This is a Muggle family who has just experienced the pain of losing a loved one.Someone stood not far away and quietly watched the movement here, she was curly-haired, tall, seven or eight months pregnant, her face was a little inconsistent with the vicissitudes of age, and she couldn't see the expectation and happiness of being a mother-to-be.And the Smiths patted each other as if they had not seen the big-bellied woman at all, and walked past the tall curly-haired woman one by one, and tiredly got into the carriage, and the son-in-law of the old Mr. and Mrs.
Smith shook his horsewhip, and the zebra shook his head, and pulled the cart away smoothly.After the Smiths left, the woman in the long cloak turned around, cast several Muggle banishment charms on the area, and slowly walked into the abandoned mansion.The family didn't seem to be coming back, and they didn't want to stay long before they moved out, so they took only the small essentials they could, leaving behind the rough and locally-style vases, the carved cypress cabinets, and all the other bulky furniture, not even the bed curtains.Above the fireplace is an ornament that is too elaborate for the local craftsmanship – a crystal box that is crystal clear and ingenious.The woman with a big belly walked over and gently removed the delicate ornament, and she saw the Latin inscription on the ruby lock on the top of the box, Potissimavirtus.The most powerful force.She remembered something, muttering the two words.Then he put the box back in its place and hung it back on the wall, and without looking at it again, he went upstairs.She stood in the doorway of one of the bedrooms, leaning against the doorframe, mourning the room that had not been altered.Outside the window was a gloomy, misty sky, with a branch or two.In the same place were second-hand gramophones that had been polished repeatedly, boxes for discs, old books from Alexandre Dumas, neatly stacked coats, and carefully hidden magical items.These things sit nicely in place.A pale arm reached out from behind her, hooked her shoulders and tightly choked her neck: "You're here." ”"Debbie."
She was choked by the neck and hoarsely pronounced the name of the red-eyed woman behind her.The pale woman named Debbie bared her fangs and seemed to be ready to drain the blood of the person in front of her."
You're here."
Debbie repeated, but let go before she was about to strangle the woman to death - perhaps because the latter's complete abandonment of the struggle had discouraged her."
Helen Boyle, the most welcoming guest in this house."
Debbie walked around to Helen and stared straight into Helen's face with her terrible red eyes, her bloodless lips trembling, and she said the name of the curly-haired woman.There was sadness, grief, or all the other emotions in Helen's eyes, as if it were just a normal, numbing friend visit: "Debbie Smith." ”Hearing the name, for a moment, Debbie seemed to want to get angry, but she seemed to react to sarcasm as a better weapon: "It's not Smith anymore, there's no chance it's Smith anymore." ”She raised her left hand to show Helen, where there was a shallow mark on her ring finger and a beautiful engagement ring."
Yes, you don't have a chance to put that last name on your name.I'm hurting. ”Helen said in a flat tone that sounded so insincere: "Days are gone, Debbie Aaron." ”Debbie froze for half a second, then she lowered her slightly aggressive hand, her fangs retracting into her gums."
I know what you mean by that," Debbie suddenly laughed, the evil red light in her eyes that seemed to drip blood, "You're me off." ”Helen did not speak.Debbie reached out and touched Helen's belly and felt the little life inside."
Yo, it's kicking me."
She feigned surprise.Helen also looked down, her eyes showing irrepressible disgust and hatred.Debbie's hand didn't linger for a few seconds, in fact, after seeing Helen's disgust for her unborn child, she immediately withdrew her hand and ended the temptation.She took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingertips: "I am the person who knows you best in the world, Helen, I have always been."
Thy madness, thy unbeatable compassion......
And your little self-deceptive idea now—you think you'll be forgiven if I take revenge. ”"You always know what I mean.I'm so glad to have you as a friend. ”Helen smiled sincerely—but it was so out of place in the atmosphere that she reached out and took Debbie's hand, withdrew the handkerchief, and shoved her wand into her.Debbie's eyes narrowed, covering her blood-red pupils: "Helen, why haven't you grown."
If you think ......
Who's there!
”Debbie pushed her wand back into Helen's hand and rushed forward to attack the Hidden One, Helen quickly raised her wand and cast a detection charm and two stun charms in the gap between Debbie's advances, not like a pregnant woman.The other man put up a powerful armor charm, blocking Helen's attack charm and Debbie a few steps in front of him, but the detection charm still worked, marking his position with a ball of light."
I've done all the stealth magic on vampires."
It was a mature young man with a British accent, and he glanced at Miss Vampire at the end of the magic barrier with admiration: "But it was still discovered."
You are sharp. ”"That's why you weak wizards keep trying to kill us all."
Debbie took a hateful step back, giving up her seat so that Helen could find a way to break the armor spell.The visitor was slightly startled at first when he saw Helen's magic shooting, and then remembered something, and said to himself with a sigh of relief: "Oh, you haven't ...... yet" After that, he seemed a little confident in his spell, and stood there relaxedly, but the gaze of the two young wizards was still a little complicated.At this time, Debbie was scolding him for "the coup butcher/butcher of England", and he bared his teeth in disgust: "Ah, I'm not a Death Eater - if you mean this ......"
Helen saw that she couldn't break this invisible armor for a while, so she simply put down her wand and asked coldly: "That's not Mr.
England who is not a Death Eater, you are not busy resisting the persecution of the Death Eaters, what do you want to do in the poor countryside here with us?"
”The author has something to say: this is the memory that Bruce hid, a long time ago, when Helen was still pregnant [when she didn't break that pile of porcelain stones] went back to the old mansion of Smith's [stayed at the North Pole and didn't come back], and met Mr.
Aaron's sister, Debbie Aaron, who is also a vampire.This paragraph was supposed to be a large paragraph in a row, but I couldn't finish it today,,, so I explained it here Chapter 72 Cause and Effect I knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, and an absent-minded answer came from inside: "Come in." ”I pushed the door open, and Sirius was resting on his desk, with parchment on his lap, presumably memorizing lesson plans, lazily writing in circles on it.Seeing that it was me who had come in, he threw the quill and parchment paper on the table, put his feet down, and looked at me inquiringly: "What's wrong?"
”"I'm going to talk to you about Bruce."
I said, "I've finished reading what he gave me, Helen's memories." ”I was left at Boyle's house that summer, and then he somehow got the contents of that crystal box.We've always wondered how Bruce got his hands on it, after all, according to the Boyle family, it was taken by the gangsters who broke into the Boyle house and killed the two boyles.We don't know if the personable-looking Bruce has anything to do with those two lives, but he can't question him when he doesn't see anyone, and I don't want to delve into the problem of order, so this question has been put on hold.After Bruce was taken away the day before yesterday, I went back to the castle and told the Order of the Phoenix that Helen's death had absolutely nothing to do with me or Bruce on the surface, so we couldn't figure out why he was so guilty (and gave some details) that I mean, I wasn't as good as a knife with him.Before he was taken away, he said: "......
The decision is up to you. ”Finally finished reading the contents of the little bottle, I understood what he meant by "decide", and after two days of repeated thought, today I finally figured out what I should do, so I came to the key person in my memory, Sirius.I held up the beautiful crystal box in my hand—all along I had used it simply as a container for storing porcelain stone, and perhaps doubted that it could be avocative (based on Helen and Sirius' unforeseen passionate overnight judgment), but this conjecture was also gone.And after reading all of Helen's memories, I finally understood that it was not only the porcelain stone that Helen wanted to treasure in the compartment of the house, but also this beautiful box—perhaps, it was a bold guess that the porcelain stone that was no longer useful to her was only a way to protect the box.