The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After more than ten years of accidents, Annie Klein's life has been muddled.

As a boy Cyrus had been in a state of ambivalence until, when he got a job at the museum, life slowly improved, at least to the satisfaction of Mrs. Hadley, the landlady.

'Is he my son?I was married? ''Who is that woman in memory? '

It wasn't until the summer vacation of Cyrus' first grade that Klein thought about it for a long time before he let out an apology...

"So...you mean, my memory has been tampered with?" Klein sat on a hospital bed. "It's like a sci-fi movie, except that the wizard held a small stick?"

Cyrus leaned slightly against his father's temple, using his wand.

This is a private physiotherapy hospital, and the medical staff have long been cleared away by the bodyguards sent by the two governments at the door, so Cyrus can use magic without any scruples.

"I go deeper in my memory... Father, how do you feel?"

"No...is it a bit itchy?"

"..."

It has to be said that Lockhart's Memory Curse is really powerful, and Cyrus even began to suspect that Lockhart's research on memory and other consciousness is the magic closest to the soul...

Unfortunately, he didn't know this.

The soul is a collection of consciousness and another kind of substance. The ordinary memory spell is like a wizard covering the soul's consciousness with a layer of 'shielding spell', while Lockhart directly cuts it off or whitewashes it.

But encountering an unreliable wizard may incidentally cause a certain degree of brain damage.

Luckily, Cyrus' father didn't have that problem.

"The methods of the British wizards are too jerky...but I still have to thank them." Cyrus looked through the medical records and a series of tests again.

"What's wrong?" Klein buttoned the quilt with his fingers at a loss, "Son...Son, don't tell me, I won't live long..."

"I have a more important question than whether I won't live long"

"what?"

"Are you ready..." Cyrus opened the curtains, and the golden Christmas morning light shone into the room, "I mean...are you ready to remember those things? Like...I mother of

The light that suddenly came in made Klein dazed for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to cover it with his hand, but it seemed that something was pressing on his arm, so he could only squint his eyes slightly to feel the morning sun.

Not big, but very warm.

After Cyrus came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he went straight to this private medical center, and he missed the meeting at Granger's house because of this.

"Anne Avril..."

The father with dull eyes was whispering the name in the dream, and the woman's face seemed to be covered with a veil, blurred, keeping a certain distance, but waving to him again.

The blown curtain was like Avril Lavigne's dress, and the sun gave it a layer of gold.

"I can really remember?!" Klein suddenly grabbed his arm, and he squeezed his son's sleeve vigorously, no longer in that calm look, "I... sorry... I'm too miss her"

Although he didn't know Cyrus was his son before, even though he thought about sending him to an orphanage.

But in the end he didn't do it because he couldn't bear it...but maybe it was because of Mrs. Hadley's lesson.

Avril Lavigne spoke in his ear like the wind, her hands were the breeze, her heart was the morning sun in London, her clothes were the evening glow of London, and her face was a picture intertwined with dreams.

"Merry Christmas..." Cyrus said softly.

It was a gift from him to his father...

The stun spell put Klein into a deep sleep, and Cyrus pulled the quilt up, carefully drawing white silk threads on his temples with the unicorn feather wand.

'If it doesn't work, I can only go to Azkaban...'

Go to Azkaban to find Gilderoy Lockhart, and the Memory Curse can be regarded as a magic spell that he has spent his entire life studying.

The unicorn feather is somewhat sensitive to spells other than black magic, probably because the wand itself has recognized Cyrus, and it is not easy to use, but it does not resist, and he controls the magic power carefully.

Cyrus' hands were surprisingly steady, as if a pair of strong hands were supporting them.

"Those stupid things..." He looked at his father's sleeping face, and couldn't help swearing, "Fortunately, the intensity is not strong, and it hasn't touched the level of soul consciousness itself."

Perhaps more than ten years ago, there were too many ordinary people who witnessed the passing that night, and the group of amnestics from the Ministry of Magic could not spend too much thought, which led to the 'confusing spell' and 'blocking spell' above Klein's consciousness. Mantra 'intensity is not high.

Of course, it may also be because those people did not expect Muggles to recall.

Probably Klein's longing and love for Cyrus' mother was so strong that he occasionally recalled the past in his dreams.

At the same time, this also caused a sense of tearing between him and reality, which was also one of the reasons why Klein was so negative at the beginning, because he believed that dreams were more 'realistic' than reality.

Klein's memory was too mixed, like a ball of wool that had been played with by a cat.

Klein, who was lying on the bed, didn't know how long it had passed. Occasionally, nurses or doctors would come in to check on patients at the door, but they would be blocked by the guards. The concept of 'time' no longer existed for him.

"This is another lucid dream..." Klein stood on the carpet in a living room, and subconsciously took off his shoes in distress, fearing that any place here would be dirty.

The living room is not big, but it feels very warm.

There is a small step behind the sofa, the window sill has been wiped clean, it is full of books and musical instruments, and there is a white tulle dress. There is a small door open inside, and singing sounds come from inside.

It was a soft humming, mixed with some women's chuckles.

Klein walked towards the door with bare feet and trembling. He was wearing a denim jacket.

He has never heard this kind of singing, maybe he has seen this dream, but he has never heard this strange voice, it seems to have some kind of magical power, it is as beautiful as a mermaid song, and it is fascinating.

With a dull body, he moved to the door, and he saw...the back...the hair only reached the shoulders, and the woman seemed to be shaking the basket in front of her.

Probably because she heard the movement, her shoulders shook, and she just wanted to turn her head around.

"No, don't turn around." Klein blocked his sight with his palms in a panic, and would wake up suddenly before he could see clearly.

This is God's worst joke.

"Keep it down...honey, he just fell asleep"

Avril Lavigne's voice made Klein subconsciously open his eyes. When he was about to wake up, nothing happened as he thought...

He frowned, and carefully opened his fingers bit by bit. Klein saw Avril Lavigne. Her short, lean hair was slightly curled, and the tips of her hair curled outwards. Her eyes were bright orange like slices of orange.

The woman's face is loving and happy, and her arms are still on the cradle.

"Uh...I...then what, Avril?" Klein didn't know what to say, he just opened and closed his mouth.

He wished to give himself a mouthful, but just stared at the other person with his eyes open, earnestly engraving every part of Avril Lavigne into his brain, the slightly straight nose, some thin lips, tired but satisfied eyes...

Manli's figure, curled up legs and exposed collarbone.

"I...I don't know...I miss you." Klein shook his head, talking nonsense for a long time before squeezing out his thoughts from his throat.

"Has he grown up?"

"Who?"

"Our...child..." she said slowly.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Klein blinked quickly, "I didn't make it...but he probably grew up."

Outside the window of the bedroom was a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing could be seen clearly. The incoming light separated Klein and Avril into two areas, but the diffuse reflection of the wall changed the room to a warmer color.

In the end, Klein didn't know what happened. Just as he took two steps forward, the whole room began to collapse.

falling apart.

After Klein woke up, he twisted his head in confusion, and the side of his face touched the moist pillow. The cold touch woke him up a bit. This is the white ceiling...

Cyrus was dozing in the chair beside the bed, his wand tip glowing faintly.