I told Sirius that the box had other uses than storage."
What?"
Sirius didn't seem to expect much from this unreliable thing—though it seemed powerful and ancient."
To lead the destined," I said, "Helen found it in the ancient Thracian texts." ”I placed the clear box lightly on the table: "Seventeen years ago, when Helen was pregnant with Bruce, I met you. ”"What?"
Sirius was slightly taken aback, and after recalling, he said flatly, "This is impossible, I went abroad once during that time, the time I met her fifteen years ago......"
"This box," I pointed to the thing, "'leading the destined people to meet' - it can bring people separated from each other in one place, and its ability to jump is not only reflected in space. ”"Can it transcend time?"
Sirius finally took a closer look at the box for the first time since I entered the office, skeptical, "In the long history of magic, there are only a handful of magic items that can travel through time—this ability is not something that can be possessed by just anything. ”"Judging by all the evidence, this thing has the ability to transcend time," I shrugged, "otherwise you wouldn't be in Helen's memory seventeen years ago, and you would be dressed exactly as you are now, right now." ”"Okay, let's accept that assumption for the time being—then, what am I doing at that time?
You're coming to me because I've been here in the past. ”Sirius said."
You met Helen there, Jessica's aunt Debbie, and you convinced Helen not to kill Bruce who was only eight months old.""
Oh, wait.Are you saying she was originally planning to murder her own son?
”Sirius frowned."
At that time, news of the death of her friend and fiancé, who was also her best friend, Mr.
Smith, had just come back, and he had been sent to the North Pole by Bruce's biological father, Douglas, and Helen had no evidence of all this."
I'll be brief."
So you're here to want me to do this - stop Helen from killing Bruce?"
I nodded.The cost of going against time is too great, and as suspicious as Bruce may seem, I really have no reason to change history at this time at an unknown cost—Sirius preventing Bruce from being killed."
It's not like a time turner, it has a six-hour time limit, and when the time comes, the person it takes will be dragged back to the original place, the original time.There will be no life safety issues, I have practiced in the dormitory......"
"Oh, who is the 'destined person' you see?"
”Sirius asked with interest."
I'm still in school, surrounded by students, I can't be sure-but, it's not who I saw, Sirius, the plan to avoid Bruce not being killed at the age of eight months, I don't have the power to decide, the key is you, so it's all up to you.""
This sentence is a little familiar, Boyle told you to decide, do you give me this power now?"
Sirius was perceptive: "Why can't you make up your mind yourself?"
”"Harry felt that Peter should be given a chance, or that he didn't let Peter die that night," I gave a recent example, "and it didn't work out well. ”"You're putting Boyle and Peter on the same page, Peter is a traitor, but Boyle isn't—at least there's no evidence for now.Moreover, he really made that bad impression on you?
”"Bruce who looks like there's definitely something wrong is just one aspect," I scratched my head a little distraught, "I remember that meeting between you and Helen seventeen years ago was a key point, and it indirectly or directly led to a lot of things that followed. ”"That's inevitable, isn't it?"
Sirius said, "What happens upstream in time determines everything downstream.Vincent, what are you bothered about?
”He picked up the box and tossed it gently, "Okay, tell me how to use this thing." ”I stared at him for two seconds."
You need to understand that there's a vampire there, and I'd suggest you add a few more covert spells, or they'll probably avoid you if they notice you; And this," I pulled a bottle of wine out of my bag, "Helen's favorite brew and recipe will help you lower their vigilance against you—Mr.
Smith didn't die long, and Helen and Debbie were just two cannons that blew up at one point—a trigger-type Muggle potion." ”"I owe you this time."
Finally I said.Sirius looked a little crying, "There's no need for us to draw so clearly, Vincent.For Merlin's sake, it's only natural that I'll do you a hundred favors. ”I'm noncommittal.I'm not Vincent myself, and I don't owe it a favor."
All you have to do is pronounce the words on the box in their entirety—the ones hidden in the pattern......
Before that, do you need to look at your past experiences?
I brought the memories with me. ”"Forget it, it's easy to show flaws when acting against memory," he grinned as he finished weighing the bottle of wine, straightened his collar casually, and grinned, "I did my best to get things done—and from what you just said, it's obvious that I'm done, isn't it?"
”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ seventeen years ago, Lemuzan, the hut.Helen glared coldly at the Englishman and asked, "That's not Mr.
England, who is not a Death Eater, what are you trying to do when you come to our poor country to resist the persecution of the Death Eaters?"
”The visitor shrugged his shoulders and quickly made up a nonsense: "I've come here to find heather with the ability to bewitch, and the varieties here are the best, you must know it." ”Helen and Debbie still have suspicion on their faces."
I'm a teacher at Hogwarts - it's pretty much the most peaceful place in England, so I have time to do some peaceful tasks, like finding some magical plants, instead of fighting and killing Death Eaters or something."
The Englishman lit his wand, and the two young ladies across from him finally saw his pretty good face—a good-looking person who always gave the slightest subtle illusion that he didn't look bad.Helen and Debbie looked skeptical, but they still didn't plan to make contact with this guy who suddenly appeared, and Debbie habitually licked her fangs and said, "Okay, whatever you want."
And there is no need for conflict between us, and now, Mr.
England, if you can leave this house at once, we will both have a peaceful and quiet morning. ”The author has something to say: 1.
The magic prop that can make people have love/will and impure thoughts in the previous setting is Cupid's bow, but after thinking about it carefully, the gods and legends that appear in HP are all self-created internally, and nothing is taken from ancient European mythology, so in order not to be abrupt, I changed Cupid's bow to a crystal box, and the effect is still the same.In this way, there is no need to appear in the obvious inconsistency of the painting style of Cupid's arrow.2.
[The overhaul I said before has not started yet, and I don't know when it will be completed, but it is certain that it will not affect the reading of the children's shoes who have seen it here, and I will also make annotations if necessary, so I don't need to turn forward for the time being] Chapter 73 Cause and Effect (10.10) The English wizard didn't insist either, he shrugged: "Since neither of the two ladies welcomes me......"
He bowed gracefully and slammed away.Helen and Debbie were silent for two seconds, as if to confirm that the stranger was gone.When there were two young ladies left in the room again, the atmosphere became awkward again.Debbie seems to be annoyed by her subconscious act of subconsciously protecting Helen in the back just now, and Helen is a little proud that the two of them are still working together.Her little smugness was soon spotted by Debbie, who glared at Helen and became even more angry, but it was clear that the atmosphere of non-stop was broken.Helen seemed to want to say something to tease, but she noticed that Debbie's eyes were red, and she looked helpless for the first time when she entered the room.She quickly pulled out her handkerchief, and Debbie glared at her, "I'm not crying. ”Helen paused for a moment, then pressed the handkerchief to the corner of her eye: "Neither do I." ”After a moment of silence, Helen waved her wand, and three cushions flew out from under Smith's bed, forming a small circle, neither of whom had any intention of sitting down.Helen gestured to the cushion by the door and said, "He's staying at the North Pole." ”Debbie said, "I know. ”"It's Douglas behind it.""
I know."
Debbie looked at Helen with some sadness—she had such a husband.Perhaps when Debbie is most angry, she will anger her friend, but when she regains a little bit of her senses, she can't be angry with Helen, it's not Helen's fault, but Helen will obviously bear the burden of this life.Debbie would even pity Helen because Douglas was so ridiculous, mean, and despicable."
You don't know about the second time."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Helen said: "After I got married, the Boyle family withdrew the list, remember?
Dave can stay at home and do his botanical research. ”"yes," Debbie's voice was a little hoarse, "but then Dave insisted on going......
You mean, what's ...... in there" "I found the relatives of the squad leader, and they knew something—they said that Dave seemed to have been confused or something, convinced that there must be a polar plant in the Arctic that could restore a bitten wizard to normal. ”"There's not such a thing, is it?"
Debbie took a deep breath to prevent herself from losing control of her sadness in the next second."
There's no such thing in the world."
Helen shook her head.Debbie whimpered, and Helen reached over to take her hand."
It's not any of our fault, Dai," said Helen in a soft, gloomy voice, "you have to do me a favor."
I can't do it alone. ”Helen hands the wand to Debbie and tells her about a spell that can kill the child."
I can't do it myself - my magic will break off every time I don't finish it.It's wizarding magic's own stupid and ridiculous self-preservation. ”Helen said viciously, "And it's fitting to perform this magic here—I'm going to sacrifice Dave with the blood of that brute's own child." ”Debbie looked Helen in the eye and then took the wand, "I didn't expect it - this would be the first magic I have ever done since they destroyed my wand." ”When Debbie raised her wand to recite the incantation, the strange English wizard suddenly appeared at the door of the room again, interrupting the abortion.He knocked on the door that had not been closed with a slightly calm face: "I'm sorry, but, I have to say, are you in a hurry to kick me out to do this—murder your own flesh and blood?"
”"I don't need you to teach me how to exercise my right to be a mother.Debbie, go ahead. ”Helen sat upright in the armchair of the bed, urging Debbie not to lose time."
You're letting your best friend do the murder you didn't dare to accomplish."
The witch made harsh and excessive accusations, the purpose of which was clearly to stall for time.Helen clearly couldn't be blamed on this, and she angrily wanted to fight back, but Debbie preempted her and said, "I'm willing to help her finish this murder."
In fact, I'm honored. ”I couldn't tell that she was angry about trying to kill Helen half an hour ago.They understand each other and protect each other, this is the friendship between witches, and of course, there is no shortage of such examples among wizards.Debbie raised her wand, the first syllable had already jumped to the tip of her tongue, and the wizard said urgently, "That child is just a symbol, and you killed him to do no real harm to the boyle family at all."
It doesn't make sense at all. ”"You know us?"
Debbie asked warily, turning her wand at him, beginning to wonder if it was a premeditated contact.Helen was obviously not concerned with this, and she eagerly followed the Englishman's head down and said, "Then how can there be substantial harm?"
”"The story of the Boyle family never fades out of public view, and of course I will know who this lady is," the wizard squeezed his hands down soothingly, answering Debbie's question first, and then he sighed and said, "Oh, Merlin's golden idea, I didn't expect the idea to be mine in the first place—you can go and destroy what the Boyles are most proud of, their magical tradition and inheritance." ”Helen's eyes widened, "You mean—" Debbie followed their train of thought, questioning, "The Boyle family's porcelain stone for recording ancient and precious magic has always been under the strictest guard, and we can't do that." ”The English wizard grinned, "I know you can do it—if you're ......"
"I can do it while they're celebrating this kid!"
”Helen's train of thought was suddenly opened: "I knew there would definitely be a celebration, and they had already started preparing invitations.Even the gatekeepers will get drunk at that time, and it's easy for me to get passwords, tokens, or whatever!
”Then she muttered a few words, familiarly found the place to put the parchment from Dave's drawer, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to record her exhilarating thoughts of smashing all the porcelain stones quickly.The Englishman raised an eyebrow when he saw her holding a pen and writing and drawing quickly."
It seems that you have taken care of the details," said the Englishman in admiration, when Helen had laid out a rough plan for the front and forth, "so can I understand that we may have a peaceful, murder-free morning?"
”"Not necessarily."
Debbie and Helen looked at him menacingly and said in unison.The Englishman shrugged, visibly relieved to get the assurance that Helen wouldn't hurt the child because of the need to destroy the porcelain stone, and he didn't intend to stay here any longer, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, as if he was a little distressed by the time shown on it."
Who the hell are you?"
Helen asked, "I don't believe you're here for some hell heather - you've helped us come up with a big plan to take a hit at the Boyle family!"
”"I'm really here for heather."
He laughed a little, and suddenly there was a clump of white and pink heather in his hand, which was open and bustling, and the bright and delicate colors lit up the gloomy room at once."
For you.These are ordinary flowers that have no magical effect. ”He inserted the flowers into a vase on the bedside cupboard, replacing the long-withered leaves."
A word of advice, Helen, you can't always think about revenge in your life - while revenge does take a break and bring a mesmerizing thrill of revenge - if you sink here, you'll miss out on a lot of things you shouldn't miss......
More than you can imagine. ”He was in a trance for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "This is the lesson I learned from myself." ”Helen did not stop the mature and handsome English wizard from turning away, but when he returned to the door of the room again, she looked rather pleased."
I'm sorry," he absentmindedly brushed the hair from his ear as he pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it, "I'm probably going to be here for a while—I'll stay downstairs if you don't want to see me." ”While carefully studying Helen's plan, Debbie pinched the bridge of her nose sleepily: "British, I don't know why you always get in the way in front of us, but I see that you helped us think of a way to hit the Boyle family-" She raised her index finger: "A bottle of wine, how about it?"
You bring out the wine, and you can walk around this house. ”"Oh, so it is," he muttered to himself, and then said, "Luckily, ladies, I happen to have a bottle of wine with me." ”Half a minute later."
I didn't expect that!
I really drank in this wilderness!
”Debbie sat on the cushion next to the bed and cheered excessively, drank the cup in her hand, and then immediately a flush appeared on her pale cheeks: "Oh my God, this wine is so strong......
Gosh, I love the feeling of being paralyzed by alcohol – this way, so that I, I don't think Dave that idiot – died in the North Pole!
Not even a corpse remained!
Just for what can cure vampires' go/him//plant!
”Helen sniffed her glass of wine and looked at Debbie worriedly: "She's drunk?"
”"As far as I know," the English wizard shook his glass, with graceful movements and a peculiar expression, "this wine was made for a certain wizard." ”"You can't do this with a simple brewing method, it's a potion of magic."
Helen took a sip and reveled in her plan to destroy the porcelain stone, and commented, "That wizard must be a drunkard. ”"I guess so."
He shrugged."
You can sit down."
Seeing Debbie's drunkenness after three consecutive drinks, Helen cautiously took a few sips of wine, and then she noticed that the English wizard was still standing in the doorway."
No, I think.It looks like the mat belongs to Mr.
Smith. ”"It's okay, sit down," Helen said, waving her hand, "It's the Zikong who makes people uncomfortable here." ”So the Englishman owes himself, and sits down in that seat.Helen took another sip of wine, and seeing her big belly, she took another big sip, obviously to strictly follow the "list of things not to do during pregnancy" to do the opposite."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Do you have a baby?"
Under the background sound of Debbie's humming and chirping, Helen suddenly asked an absolutely abrupt question.The wizard followed her gaze and saw two childish words written in special ink on the side of the cork: "To Mommy." ”He nodded in acknowledgement, and then quickly came up with an excuse to cover up his problem of giving the wine that should have been given to the child's mother to two strange women, as if it were true: "We have this on all the corks in the cellar of our house."
That naughty little guy used to always like to draw everywhere on everything with a pen. ”"There's no 'for Daddy'?"
Helen quipped.He was a little unnatural, and by the time he wanted to answer "Of course he was", it was too late.Helen stared at him with interest: "The child is not close to you?
”The Englishman nodded helplessly."
May I ask why?"
Helen asked with interest.Chapter 74 Cause and Effect Sirius raised his eyes and looked at Helen, who was in high spirits.He tilted his head slightly: "Nothing worth listening to.I still won't talk about it. ”Helen didn't ask, and there was silence in the room for a while.Then she took another sip of wine, looked at the picture of Dave on the wall, and looked down at her big belly, which was causing considerable mobility."
It makes me feel sick.You know, that feeling: a strange, rotten blood thing growing little by little inside me. ”Sirius was supposed to be serious, but he thought of something, so he suddenly rejoiced, he laughed twice and quickly waved at Helen: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back—I was just thinking, you probably have a common language with my mother."
She often regrets not strangling the 'little bastard' of 'ruining the bloodline' in her infancy. ”"Oh my gosh."
Helen was also overjoyed: "My mother often says the same thing, you know, exactly like what you just said!"
”After the two guys who betrayed their bloodline laughed, the distance between them narrowed a lot.After staring at Debbie, who was muttering to herself for a while, Helen propped her head, chose a more warm topic and asked, "How is it, well, what does it feel like to have a child?"
What kind of kid is he?
”Sirius relaxed a little, stretching his long legs, leaning against the wall and shrugging, "There are even more headaches, and you'll have to struggle to guess what's going on in his head for something unexpected."
This guy looks like his mother, I think. ”"I can't imagine you're married, buddy," said Helen, "no offense, but you look dashing, not at all like a guy who is willing to be tied down by family." ”"Hey, that's what everybody says.Well, I'm thirty-four years old, do I still look so good?
”"Uninhibited and free."
Helen said."
Then I'll accept your compliment."
Sirius raised his glass to Helen."
Well, cheers."
Helen was only happy for a moment, and drank a full glass of very intoxicating wine, but she didn't seem to care, and enjoyed the dizzy effects of alcohol and the magic in it.Because of the magic of the crystal box, Sirius, who was trapped in this house, spent four hours before the seventeen years before his true era, drinking and chatting with two witches who he knew would die.And fortunately, he drank the sobering pills for this glass of wine in advance, and he was not as crazy as Debbie, nor as slightly drunk as Helen - of course, the sparkle in his eyes after being slightly drunk was still fascinating.He reached for his pocket watch again: "Oh, ladies, in less than ten minutes, I should be on my way." ”"Leaving?"
Helen looked up at him, and by the way, she put the wreath she had just woven from heather on Debbie's head—a smirking Debbie insisted that Helen give her the wreath.Sirius stood up, placed the cup in the tray on the cupboard, and nodded, "I have other things to do, go first."
Also, it was a pleasure to chat with you. ”He glanced at Helen again.Helen, although she is now a wife, has not yet shed the unique brilliance of youth, and her eyes are still full of hope and upwardness.Obviously, the "mad witch" he knew from the books, who had been dormant in the shadows and had committed many murders, had not yet taken shape.Within a few hours of chatting here, he had heard what Helen and Debbie had come to say: they wanted to make the Boyle family suffer for the sake of their dead Dave, and that it would be more than just smashing their porcelain stone.He couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you know what happens if you are an enemy of the boyle family, right?"
You will provoke a long conflict and war.Are you sure you're ready?
”"I want to do what I want.If you think too much about your goals, you will lose your goals. ”Helen said.Sirius looked at her, knowing that she was firm and fearless about the future, so he didn't say much, just reminded her before turning around, "You have a few heather petals in your hair." ”"Oh, really?"
Helen snapped a picture of the bottle, then smiled back at Sirius, "It's pretty good, just let them stay there." ”He withdrew his gaze from the young, sunny Helen's face, said goodbye to the two witches, and prepared to leave the house.Helen suddenly called out to him, "Hey, the guy who won't say his name." ”Sirius stood in the doorway and looked back.Helen grabbed the bottle and took a sip of wine, then stared at him and said, "Why are you already married?"
”Sirius shrugged, but he didn't say anything.Helen didn't care, but quipped, "Shouldn't I be told I can find a better one in this case?"
”Sirius didn't have time to say anything, and the time was up, and his figure twisted a little, and he was out of this room."
Oh, that's a transfer magic I've never seen before."
Helen muttered to herself.In the room, Debbie still closed her eyes, and her tone was still drunk, but it was obviously not the feeling of not knowing what to do just now: "Aha, this guy is pretty good."
Steady, funny, smart, and good-looking......"
"You're not drunk. ”Helen disgruntled."
Who said drunken madness is only the right of the drunk, huh?"
Debbie burped: "Any, you know what—anyone with a broken heart has the right to go crazy and contributes to sane health." ”Helen grabbed the bottle and found that there was no more wine in it.Debbie said, "You said that, Helen!"
If I'm really drunk, won't I miss the show?
”Helen tossed the bottle aside and ignored her.Debbie twisted on the mat and lay down beside Helen, who disgruntled to pluck the flower from her head: "You're going to crush it."
It really shouldn't have been on your head just now. ”"He's in his thirties, and you deserve better."
Debbie begins with this sentence, ready to comment on the English wizard who didn't even skimp on his name.Helen interrupted her and said directly, "That's the type I like - and only you like the young: nothing has happened, only impulses." ”"Impulsiveness also has the charm of impulsiveness."
Debbie reached out and took Dave's picture frame off the cabinet and held it in her arms."
Then again," Helen said for the first time the sentimental expression of a young girl in her twenties, "and people obviously don't like me."
I'm not gentle, and I have a big belly. ”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat in Sirius's office for six hours, figuring out time and fate, when the crystal crate on my desk clicked and glowed, and Sirius appeared behind his desk, exhaling and sitting back in his chair.I poured him a cup of tea and cleared the room of wine he had brought with me.He pressed his temple, and said, "Your mother, a good girl." ”"I know."
I saw that he was still immersed in the confusion of time travel, and told him that I had helped him correct some of his assignments—he was clearly the type of teacher who didn't like grading, and there was a mountain of papers to deal with in the four faculties under his desk.Sirius looked as if Christmas had come again: "Oh, Vincent, how can I thank you—those nasty parchments......
There are quite a few, what a pity.Oh, by the way, I can punish senior students for staying in school for doing all this homework.Tsk, what a great idea!
”I took the crystal case, and before I left, I asked someone something that I didn't have time to ask: "What do you think of Helen?"
If ......"
Sirius retracted the mischievous smile of trying to exploit the older classmen: "I can't guarantee anything else, Vincent, but if ......" he still made his words clear, and after a pause, he looked even a little sad: "No if, Vincent, no if." ”The author has something to say: This is yesterday's portion+_+ As you can see, I often get stuck to death when I think about writing romance (ˉ『ˉ) I'm also drunk Chapter 75 The last memory in the causal bottle was about four years ago, Helen and Debbie were sitting face-to-face in a Muggle bar, close to each other and discussing something.Now, Helen is no longer as youthful as she was a long time ago, and even when she is in a relaxed state, there is an unconcealed, palpitating aura between her eyebrows.Debbie gently played with the wine glass on the table, her joints tightened, but her tone was softer: "So, you called me out just to tell me - you don't want to do it?"
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
”"I'm tired, Dai."
Helen said.Debbie snorted.Helen stressed: "I'm tired.Black.No kidding - you've got your brother Jem, you've got Susan, and now you've got Jessica ...... cute" "Oh, so Vincent isn't cute?"
Poor Vincent, so to make you happy. ”Debbie said coldly."
No, I didn't say Vincent can't support me – but maybe the problem is Vincent."
Helen smoothed her hair and tried her best to straighten her mind: "Vincent will soon be eleven years old, but he has always been out of touch with the whole society.Think about it, who are the people he knows well?
I, you, Susan, Jem, who has been too busy to return home in recent years, well, maybe counting his stupid female teacher, and our ill-intentioned neighbor Lecter and his family......
That's eight, Dai!
Children can't live like this, there will be problems. ”"Stop blaming Vincent for the source of your problem."
Debbie wasn't convinced."
I mean really, Debbie," Helen's face sank, and her grim expression scared away a man who wanted to come over and strike up a conversation, "He doesn't like school, it doesn't matter, we're just putting on a show anyway, but when I went to pick him up that day, I saw those Muggle kids chasing him and calling him a freak, but he didn't care at all, and looked at those kids like they were looking at dead rats."
So I wondered, did I make a mistake while raising him......"
Debbie shook her glass: "You should have realized this a long time ago - didn't you notice that your neighbor Lecter always had problems in the house?"
You told me last month that George's kid had a broken nose and a moderate occipital swelling — a not-so-sounding illness; His father, Joshua Lecter, has not had a good arm or leg since three years ago.Ironically, the damage to their family happened to be at the same time as we were teaching Vincent about the damage magic......
I warned you back when you took Vincent to the killing......"
"I don't care what Vincent's methods are, Debbie, I've told you many times that I'm okay with him cursing the Lecters - either weakly accept what you are not satisfied with in life, or rebel."
If I could have used some brutal tactics when they threatened me with Dave and them to marry Douglas at the beginning, the three of us must have lived happily on some small island in the equator now: you and Dave, Jem and Susan, and me and Vincent. ”"Another drink as it is."
Debbie winks at the Hispanic bartender, so she manages to pop the queue and get the next drink before the rest of the people waiting for a drink."
Don't pretend you don't see what I'm talking about, Debbie.I thought you understood me, and I didn't care if Vincent was a little rough with the people he hated, but I cared if he could have more friends he could get along with, especially kids his age who didn't have much contact.Poor Vincent, he probably thought that children his age were brainless fools. ”