hpMy messy life at Hogwarts

In the warmth, I heard the sounds of the outside world again, familiar and unfamiliar. They were people talking happily and cheering, but I couldn't understand them. It seemed to be a language I had briefly learned. I wanted to think about it, but my chaotic mind couldn't. Granted, I seemed to be crying out of instinct. I didn't have the strength to open my eyes and see what was going on around me. Before I could try hard enough, I fell asleep at some point.

Warm and slightly sweet liquid flowed into my mouth, and my instinct told me to swallow. This time I opened my eyes. I don’t know how long it had been. It was a skinny old man holding me. How skinny he was, with sunken cheeks like The dry bark clings to the skeleton, and the black and yellow face seems to blend into this dim room. The sparse white hair on the head is bright, like the only bright color in the room. To be honest, I was scared at first sight. Bad, he is such a strange old man after all, even though he is feeding me hot milk...

The old man seemed to choke up because I opened his eyes and looked at him. He put down the spoon and wiped his cheeks with his sleeves. The warm liquid dripped on my temples and flowed behind my ears. It's a little itchy... I want to reach out and wipe it, but it's wrapped in swaddling clothes. When I open my mouth, I cry.

The old man was busy trying to coax me, holding me and rocking me, spooning milk and trying to feed me, and finally trying to unswaddle me. He probably thought I needed to change my diaper. Thinking of this, I immediately shut my mouth and the room was in a panic. It also stopped.

The old man stood there at a loss for a while, not daring to move for fear of making me cry again. He tiptoed and carried me to the window, opened a layer of curtains, and there was no sunlight even though there was still a layer of white lace curtains. It was dazzling, like a soft white mass pouring into the corner of the room.

Only then did I realize that the old man’s face was not black and yellow, but that of a Caucasian. His face was haggard and his eyes were heavy with dark circles. His red and swollen eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids drooped feebly like blisters. The old man looked at I seemed to be looking at something else through me... The crystal clear things gathered a layer of film in front of the old man's eyes, and finally trickled down his cheeks... "lacey..." whispered softly, and then the old man let out a deep sob. It made me feel uncomfortable, and the old man's arm holding me was shaking slightly. Maybe I was a little heavy... I thought about it and fell asleep again.

...

When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were no longer that dim room. The place was filled with warm orange and it was an old wooden house. The wind blowing in through the window had a faint smell of moisture. I rolled my eyes and saw Passing through the gap in the fence of the wooden cradle bed, I saw sparse white hair again, and there was a gurgling sound from there, as well as a few hints of the faint fragrance of milk...

Without the restraints of the swaddling clothes, I gently moved my hands and feet, looked at my chubby hands, and wanted to turn over, but I couldn't find the strength at all.

"lacey, my little sweetheart~" The old man is still the same old man, but his eyes are no longer red and his face is not so depressed. I can't understand what he is saying, but I think the "lacey" I have heard twice should be my name. .

The old man blew me a spoonful of milk and then fed it to me. After he blew it, he talked to himself a lot. Sometimes he choked up and had tears in his eyes, but fortunately this time it didn't drip down. Finally, he looked at me with bright eyes and called me "lacey" affectionately again and again. The look in his eyes made me feel very comfortable. I raised the corners of my mouth and made a "cluck" sound. The old man was so happy that he hugged me. Come on, he held me in his arms and lifted me above his head. He said something loudly with the corners of his mouth raised. The old man was very happy.