[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo didn't know what Tracy said to Lucius. In short, three days later, she left Malfoy Manor with Lucius' tacit approval.Wormtail was left behind, and according to Lucius' disgusted expression, Christo guessed that he would have a difficult time ahead.

They stayed in Tracy's villa for a day, mainly to have an absolutely safe and private space to discuss Voldemort's soul fragments.Christo narrated the results of her observations over the past two months. She had read many books in private, and she had never seen Voldemort in such a state.The McMillan family has always inherited white magic, and there are not many studies on black magic.She can only count on Tracy, in the long life of a vampire, to accidentally touch this weird magic.

However, Trish said she still needs a little time.

Christo was a little depressed. It had been two months, and she really missed her mother and brother.

Gildero was about to speak, but saw Trish shook her head slightly.

On the second day, they set off for Heidelberg Castle, and Muggle transportation almost consumed them for almost a day.

This is the first time for Kerry to come to Tracy's hometown. The castle is majestic and majestic, slightly smaller than Hogwarts, but has an elegant style. It has both Gothic mystery and despair and Baroque freedom and unrestrainedness. .Standing in front of the gate, she couldn't help holding her breath. The bronze door paint seemed to be flowing with magical power under the setting sun, which made her reach out and want to knock on the knocker. However, at this moment, with a creak, the door was closed. Open slowly.

Christo clenched her left fist on her chest, and a strange feeling lingered in her heart.

"What's wrong?" Lockhart asked concerned.

Christo shook her head lightly, "It's okay. It's just so beautiful, it makes me feel..." I feel as if I'm going to sink.

Trish laughed, "You little bumpkin from England."

Christo blushed slightly, "I thought castles were like Hogwarts... er, rich in history."

"You can come here often if you like." Tracy patted her head, and took her hand to walk into the castle.

An old man stood in the hall, with silver-white hair combed meticulously, wearing a pair of glasses with round lenses and gold-rimmed frames, a white shirt, and a black vest. He bent down slowly, "Miss."

Christo noticed that his hands were trembling slightly, which was incompatible with his neat and orderly demeanor.

"Uncle Ferro, we're back," said Trish. "This is Christo MacMillan, my lovely friend. This is Gilderoy Lockhart," she shyly said, "my lover. She took the old man's hand again, "Fero Ashe, my family, the housekeeper in Heidelberg."

"Grandpa Ferro, hello." Christo greeted politely, and then she was gouged out by Tracy.

"Little bumpkin, Uncle Ferro."

Christo gave her a sideways look, she didn't want to cry with the hundreds-year-old Tracy.

"What a lovely girl." Mr. Ashe said, perhaps because the lights were too bright, Christo only felt that his eyes were amazingly bright. "Can I call you Kelly?"

She hesitated for a moment, and was stabbed in the waist by Tracy.

"Of course." She has always had a good impression of the kind old man.

Then, it was Lockhart who exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Ashe again.

It was a pleasant night, the empty castle was a little more lively, the sweetness of the food washed away the coldness, the laughter drove away the silence and staleness, and the burden on the body was temporarily forgotten. Just like home.

It's not so like home, maybe it's just the warmth and relaxation that hasn't been touched for a long time.

Lockhart also felt that this was the happiest day of the year for him. He didn't have to worry about Keli's sudden death, and his beloved lover was by his side again.

Late at night, he gave Kelly a goodnight kiss, and the red wine had already made him slightly tipsy.But he is very clear in his heart that there are still countless difficulties waiting for them in the future, but the tense strings also want to sing softly.

He is no longer the despicable person who sold other people's stories to gain fame five years ago, he has become the self he could not have imagined five years ago.

When he closed the bedroom door for Keli, he was not surprised to see Tracy waiting for him outside.

"I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask." Tracy stood under the pendulum, and the second hand on the big clock rotated steadily. No one knew how far it had traveled and how many years it had driven. "This story is very long, come with me." She looked relieved.Lockhart walked over and put his arms around her waist, she looked up at him and smiled softly.

Pass through the huge castle and enter the cemetery of the White family.

Lockhart followed Tracey through chamber after chamber.Eventually they stopped.Trish carefully knelt down on the side of a coffin, "First, I would like to introduce you to my brother, Adrian White, please don't be too surprised."

She pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a handsome face.

Lockhart looked at the man in the coffin in surprise. If it wasn't for the pale skin, he would almost have thought it was Cedric lying inside.

Trish gently opened Adrian's hand, and took out a black box, and she took out a small Pensieve, and poured the silver liquid in the box into it.

"This is?"

"Memories of Bonnie Julius."

Lockhart didn't realize it for a while, "You mean Bonnie Julius? The witch who invented the Forgotten Curse, the legends are all true?"

Tracy put the Pensieve in front of him, "I never read her legends. I'll wait for you here." She didn't want to go through the pain again. People have to look forward and leave regret and despair behind.

Although Lockhart was puzzled, he still kissed her cheek comfortingly, then leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the silver substance.The liquid in the Pensieve rippled one after another, and it took a long time to calm down again.

Trish knelt up straight, soft fingers gently stroking Adrian's face, she muttered to herself, "Dear brother, she is back, but she is no longer your Bonnie, my teacher. She It's called Christo McMillan, she has no memory of the past, and she should have lived a carefree life, but there is a little devil who doesn't have eyes, and I will deal with him as soon as possible."

She was silent for a while before continuing, "There is a boy who may love her like you, if you know, if you know..." She wiped her tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Miss." A figure in the darkness couldn't help but speak.

"Uncle Ferro, come here."

Old Mr. Ashe walked in holding an old-fashioned lantern. Under the light, his shadow was a little stooped, "Bun... Keli has grown up." He had mixed joy and sorrow, and put a blanket on Tracy's shoulders , pointing at the Pensieve, "When she becomes an adult, will you give this to her?"

"No." Tracy said firmly, she held Mr. Ashe's hand eagerly, "Uncle Ferro, I don't want to tell her that the pain of the two of them is already too much, too much... "

"it is good."

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Trish spent most of the night in the tomb before Lockhart emerged from the Pensieve.He maintained a dream-like demeanor. When he saw Tracy, he immediately woke up. However, his thinking was still a mess. Too much information filled his mind, and he urgently needed to find the head of the ball of wool. .

"Tell me what you think." Tracy walked to him, put the silver memory back into the box again, and put it next to Adrian.

Lockhart shook his head, he shouldn't be immersed in that sad love affair, he tried his best to think back, and finally grasped the strangeness, "That evil black magic obviously hit her, but she didn't Die, she should have died at that moment." Like You-Know-Who, the Killing Curse rebounded on him, but he didn't die.

"She, like the mysterious man, used a Horcrux, an extremely evil black magic."

Lockhart couldn't believe it, "Impossible, according to Kerry's description, the appearance of the mysterious man has changed drastically, but until the end of the memory, Julius' face remains the same."

"Yeah, it hasn't changed at all. So, my brother and I never found out that she was doing such a dangerous thing."

"But, what does this have to do with Kelly?" Lockhart was extremely confused. Suddenly, a bold idea popped up in his mind, and he looked at Tracy in shock.

Trish pulled him to sit on the blanket, and continued: "I think you must know Salazar Slytherin, one of the hogwarts' bosses who left his room because of disagreements with the other three. Castle. It is mentioned in "A History of Hogwarts" that there are rumors that he always uses the cruelest means to kill dark wizards. He was traveling on the continent of Europe, and one day, he met the Julius couple and rescued their daughter Bonnie from the black wizard."

"The Julius couple died of serious injuries, and Bonnie followed Slytherin. Slytherin taught her almost everything, even taught her to hunt dark wizards."

"When Bonnie was 17 years old, she embarked on her own journey and was deceived by Muggles in a village near Heidelberg. You also know that vampires are almost immortal. My brother thinks this world is very boring, and he often sleeps for a hundred years. Waking up and looking at the world, what a difference. Coincidentally, that day, my brother just woke up, and as you can see from memory, he fell in love with Bonnie."

"That was the happiest period of my life. My brother finally never lay back in the coffin again. I have a good sister and a good teacher, but the happy days are always too short."

"My brother doesn't want Bonnie to suffer like him because of eternal life. Happiness is often caused by pleasure in a short time. But Bonnie believes that one day she will grow old and die, and she can't bear my brother. It's even more unfortunate What’s amazing is that the subject has never been discussed between them.”

"Love drove Bonnie crazy, and she started making Horcruxes for herself while hunting dark wizards. Her education was far more orthodox and complete than You-Know-Who's, you know what I mean? Slytherins teach everything Given it to her, the Horcrux she made must be the most perfect existence in this world."

"However, this kind of magic is too advanced and laborious. When Bonnie made herself a Horcrux again, a group of dark wizards and werewolves assembled and attacked her. As you can see in memory, she was seriously injured , and my brother slept forever because of protecting her." Tracy's eyes were flushed, and she looked at the young man in the coffin.

The author has something to say: Chapter 15 The choice of the sorting hat ([-])

The Sorting Hat: ...guess what I saw?That lord himself taught you...

That lord was Salazar Slytherin, not Voldemort, and the Sorting Hat couldn't call Voldemort his lord.