The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 92 I Hate You, You Killed My Sister

Petunia suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something under the pile of broken dishes at her feet.

It's two photos!
A couple, the two of them are holding their children.

The other is a group photo of two girls.

One has long fiery red hair, and the other has short pale golden hair,

The blond girl seemed a bit reluctant to be photographed. In the photo, she was staring at another girl 'viciously'.

Time seems to go back to 1977.

Her abnormal sister suddenly insisted on pulling her to take a photo one day during the summer vacation.

I heard that in the photos of the wizarding world, the characters are all moving.

She doesn't like that world, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with them.

She didn't want to go at all.

But her mother and father were really interested in it.

She had no choice but to reluctantly take two photos with her abnormal sister.

One for my sister and one for her.

However, when she got home and found out that the character could really move, she tore up the one of her own.

For this, she was scolded by her mother.

But in the end, her sister used her 'magic magic' to restore the photo.

Although she didn't want to, she still kept the photo.

Later, after she married Vernon, she made up her mind to be a Dursley and avoid talking to anyone about her sister.

Although in her heart, she has always felt a little guilty about severing ties with her sister.

Because she knew very well in her heart that Lily had always loved herself.

But she just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit her resentment and jealousy, didn't want to admit that she was far more mediocre than her sister, didn't want to admit magic or anything related to it.

Until, October 1981, 10.

That morning, Petunia woke up early, her son was born just over a year ago, and she had to get up early every day to feed the child.

The life of a housewife is very boring, and the mind will drift away when you are free.

Perhaps only then was she really alive, alive as Petunia Evans.

She suddenly remembered that her younger sister seemed to be married, and remembered that she had sent herself a letter in July, telling her that her son was born.

Thinking of that photo she had kept for so many years.

Only that morning, when she finally found the photo, she found that the photo had been torn in two, and the laughing figure could no longer move.

That day. It was the day Lily died.

"Give it back to me." Harry stepped forward and said indifferently.

Aunt Petunia didn't seem to hear Harry's voice, she stared blankly at the photo in her hand.Something seemed to be growing in her eye socket.

"Give it back to me!" Harry repeated.

"Not me." Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice, but her eyes were still on the photo in her hand.

Aunt Petunia finally came to her senses, Harry had never seen Aunt Petunia look like that.

Guilt, unwillingness, remorse, anger.All kinds of emotions kept surging in her eyes.

Scared, sad, sad.Her tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Harry had never seen her aunt cry, because this was the first time in more than ten years that Petunia felt so heartbroken.

"You thought you just lost your mother that night in Godric's Hollow?"

"Potter!"

Suddenly out of the sadness was born a suppressed anger.

In an instant, years of emotions exploded, and she rushed towards Harley, staring her in the eyes.

"You are exactly like your father who only shows off himself."

"And that bloody kid in Cokeworth."

"I will never forgive you, ever!!"

"The damn Pots killed my sister, and magic killed my sister." Aunt Petunia roared angrily, and Harry was stunned by the roar, her eyes full of puzzlement.

"I hate you guys, you killed my sister!"

"You killed my sister!!!"

Aunt Petunia fell to her knees beside Harry, her heart-rending cries resounding through the house, her voice full of grief.

Vernon was also taken aback, he had never seen his wife so sad.

Although Harley didn't understand what happened to Aunt Petunia, she also knew that she probably couldn't stay any longer.

After checking that Maggie was fine.

Harry went straight upstairs and packed his things, the clothes in the cupboard, the book in the pillow case and his birthday card.

Grabbed Hideaway's cage, and went down the stairs.

Halle's departure didn't seem to concern anyone.

Vernon was comforting Aunt Petunia while Maggie sat on the floor panting.Dudley stood aside and watched blankly.

Harry didn't say anything.

She just pulled her suitcase silently and left her aunt's house without looking back.

It was already midsummer, but Harley, who was walking on the street, felt a little cold.

She suddenly remembered, thinking of Dudley's old book.

That one tells the story of a little prince from the stars.

Being ignorant, she didn't understand that for anyone, Lily Evans was the most unique little prince.

She waters people, she prays for people, she shelters people from wind and rain.

She is the most beautiful rose in the world.

She domesticated countless people.

Only when other people try to leave her, will they understand that it was definitely a mistake.

She doesn't need anyone, on the contrary, they all need her.

do you know?Even Slytherin snakes would crawl out of their dens, would bask in the sun, listen to her voice, listen to her unique footsteps, other people's footsteps would make the snake hide under, and she was different, she The footsteps are as beautiful as music.

Since then, that piece of jasmine, which is useless to me, has also become precious.

Because it reminds me of her face full of joy.

He walked forward for a long time without looking back, and when Harry turned around, he found that he had arrived at Markley Crescent Street.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

She put down the box and gasped heavily.

Now, where should she go?

Then, Harry touched her pocket, and suddenly something hard pressed against her finger.

is a key.Melda gave it to her before she left, London 4, Corinthia.

Harry thought he wouldn't need it at all.

Unexpectedly, in the second week of summer vacation, she was forced to leave her aunt's house in despair.

"Hey!" Harry sighed slightly, then stood up.

Kolinda District is a bit far from here.It's time for her to go, maybe she can make it towards the afternoon.

"Melda? Are you Melda?"

It was a burly man with a Scottish accent, and he was greeting Harry with great interest.

De Neinari, the community security guard here.Of course, relying on this job cannot support his slightly extravagant life.

In addition, he also works as a housing agency, looking for suitable addresses for the group of rich Englanders. Of course, if there is a good house, he will also find suitable tenants for the landlords.

In short, he is very busy, but he is never tired of it, after all, the high rewards are all real money.

"Oh! Hello, you may have identified the wrong person." Harry said politely.

This is already a residential area, maybe this person in front of me is Melda's friend or something.

"Oh! Of course, I really think I have admitted the wrong person." De Nenari forced the smile on his face, but he was thinking again in his heart.

He had just suddenly seen a child walking by with a suitcase exactly like Melda's, and instinctively thought it was Melda.

Harley nodded apologetically, then quickly walked away with her own salute.

The residential area is very large, and Harry searched for a long time before finding the house that Melda said.

Harry took out the key in a panic, opened the door and walked in.

And the moment she stepped into the house, the whole house seemed to come alive.

The broom placed in the corner flew up lightly, and the windows opened automatically.A gust of wind floated into the house, carrying the dust in the room and blowing it out of the window.

　For the most perfect woman in Harry Potter: Lily Evans

　　I don't like tying Lily to Snape, she shouldn't belong to anyone.

　　I also don't like to use that cheap love to fill Lily's life.

　　As said in "The Little Prince", it is a domesticated emotion, not love, not family affection, not friendship, but the most beautiful emotion that loves everyone wholeheartedly.

　　Lily Evans, for friends, she fought by their side and never betrayed.

　　For his wife, she lives and dies with him, and lives and dies together.

　　For his mother, she used her life to resist all evil for him.

　　This is a perfect person.No one will not love her, and no one will not need her.

　　
　　If you have your own rose, you have your own little prince.

　　Please hold her accountable.

　　Because he has listened to all your complaints and bragging, your silence, your loneliness, your everything.

　　Because he/she is your rose.

　　A little hypocritical.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)