[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

"Christopher McMillan."

Professor McGonagall's majestic voice sounded.Christo's brows frowned even tighter, and those eyes that fell on her suddenly became fierce, burning her skin invisible.She trotted forward in some panic, her gaze froze as she swept across the teacher's desk. Professor Snape had a serious face, an old man with a white beard smiled amiably, and a pale young man with an Arabian hood seemed to be face expectant.She quickly put the hat on her little head.

"Undoubtedly—s—" the hat almost shouted excitedly when it touched her little head.

"Definitely not!" Christo thought in her heart.

The hat asked in surprise: "You are a Slytherin, where are you going if you don't go to Slytherin? Although your memory is chaotic, but fortunately, I am not an ordinary hat. Guess what I saw? The adult once personally Taught you, my God—what did you do in Romania, you naughty bastard! There is no doubt! S—”

"Stop, stop!" Christo clutched the small stool nervously, "Mr. Extraordinary Hat, can't you see it?"

She heard rustling discussions in the hall—"Is the Sorting Hat old? Hiss—hiss—does it have a bad voice?"

"Slytherin? Could it be that little girl named Crystal didn't think of Slytherin—"

"The Sorting Hat made a sound as soon as it touched her!"

"Huh?" The Sorting Hat finally found something, "Merlin's socks! What kind of mess is this? You are afraid of snakes! How can you be afraid of snakes!" The sharp voice made Kristo couldn't help but want to put The Sorting Hat was thrown out, but for the sake of it deciding which college it would stay in in the future—"Yes, Mr. Sorting Hat, so, you will definitely put me in another college, right?" She Cautiously, asked pitifully.

The Sorting Hat sighed: "Why don't you go to Lakvenlaw, well, smart mind, curiosity, desire to learn - you said Gilderoy Lockhart, oh, of course I still remember that handsome boy, very good I heard that he is now a frequent visitor to Wizards Weekly, a [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, you said he can’t even clean it up—you’re kidding, Lockhart But a student of Rackenlaw—don't want to go to Rackenlaw? Merlin, little girl, where are you going! Gryffindor? Well, you have more than enough courage to try even death, but, You really don't consider Laquen Law? It's an honor to be in the same academy with a celebrity like Lockhart. No! No! No! He is not an idiot, I especially like his new book "Holidays with Hags", It was unimaginably wise and heroic, I saw him snatch that little Muggle girl from the hag's claws..."

Christo only felt that the Sorting Hat was noisier than Lockhart, and her mind felt dizzy one after another. She silently thought: "Mr. Hat, can you stop for a moment..."

"Ah? What are you talking about? Little girl, you——Merlin!" The Sorting Hat felt his head fall heavily to the ground, and he let out a scream: "Oh, everyone, I swear, I didn't do anything, But this young lady has passed out!"

A little boy with blond hair had already rushed up, just hugging Christo's fallen body.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, trying to make him let go of his hand—but there was only a moment of hesitation on the little boy's face, and then he looked at her more firmly: "I'm Ernie McMillan, I'm It's her brother!"

The gray-haired old man stepped down from the teacher's desk, his blue eyes blinked behind half-moon glasses: "Okay, boy—" He put his hand on Ernie's head, "I think Mike Miss Milan needs to go to the hospital more now, doesn't she?"

"Please let me go, Professor Dumbledore." Ernie took a step forward, his hand still firmly around Crystal.

"I'm afraid not, boy, you haven't been sorted yet."

Ernie picked up the sorting hat on the ground without hesitation and put it on his head.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

Ernie raised his head and looked at Dumbledore: "That's all right, professor."

"Of course." Dumbledore looked at the siblings with complicated eyes.Professor McGonagall on the side cast a spell, making Christo float in the air.A Gryffindor prefect led them out of the hall.

"So, can you tell everyone which house Miss McMillan has been assigned to?" Dumbledore looked at the sorting hat seriously, "I think you don't have to consider the number of people in each house, and make a fair choice."

The Sorting Hat jumped on the stool and said with some dissatisfaction: "Actually, sir, there are fewer and fewer students in Slytherin and Ravenclaw—well, don't look at me like that, Greg Lanffindor!"

But there was no applause from the long Gryffindor table, only a few people clapped their hands.

Poor Christo knew nothing.She was taken to Madam Pomfrey's, and she and her "brother" were not able to enjoy the sumptuous Hogwarts dinner.When she woke up, she was suddenly embraced by someone, and the vaguely familiar scent made her feel dazed for a moment.

"My Christophe, my little princess, it's really you!" A young woman cried in her ear.

"Mom, I just said that my sister is still alive, Mr. Ollivander is not lying!" The boy's voice was a little choked, as if he had exhausted his strength to make himself not so excited.

"Ms. McMillan, you're going to bore Kristall!"

Gildero?Christo regained consciousness all of a sudden, and at the same time she was let go by the young woman.

"What a worry-free brat." Sure enough, Lockhart was sitting beside the bed, with deep worry in his gray-blue eyes.

Christo blinked innocently, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, this is the boy who was staring at her in the hall, and, she couldn't help being a little surprised, the hot-eyed hands still tightly held The young woman in her arm has golden hair and sapphire blue eyes, she seems to have seen it somewhere...

"Kerry, don't you know your mother? This is your brother—Ernie! Ernie!" Mrs. McMillan shook her arms in panic, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, the one named Ernie The boy stood at the end of the bed, looking at her with tangled eyes.

"Okay! Madame, if you keep making such a noise, I'll have to throw you out!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, and she came in with a large glass of honey water. "Here, child, have a drink." , It's really strange, how could I faint for no reason."

Christo took the cup, her gaze was still on Mrs. McMillan. She stared at the eyes that were already red from crying, feeling a little sad in her heart: "Madam..." She opened her mouth, and in exchange for McMillan The madam looked like she was about to faint, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Lockhart sighed: "Ms. McMillan, when I picked up Crystal, she had already lost her memory, and she didn't even remember her own name. If it wasn't for the admission notice from Hogwarts, I'm afraid that by now I Everyone will know that she is your daughter."

Mrs. McMillan's eyes widened: "I picked it up, where did I pick it up?" She didn't believe it. Two years ago, she saw her daughter being placed in a coffin and buried in the McMillan family's cemetery.She didn't believe that her daughter, the princess of the McMillan family, would forget her surname. When she was very young, she told her father that McMillan was the pride of her life. When she grew up, she would Guarding this family, sure enough, sure enough, she's just a child, isn't she?How could she understand how heavy the promises in those words are, she is still too young...

"In a cemetery in a Muggle village." Lockhart replied with some difficulty, he clearly saw Mrs. McMillan's pupils closed, "Why?" Her voice was erratic like sleepwalking.Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something, and opened her mouth slightly: "Ernie! Come and take a look—is Christo the same?"

Ernie nodded a little blankly, it hasn't changed, it hasn't changed at all, it's been three years, and his dear sister doesn't seem to have grown a little bit taller, she still has the cute little face she had when she was eight years old.

Christine looked at Mrs. McMillan and then at Ernie, feeling ups and downs in her heart. She looked forward to reuniting with her family every day in the most helpless years. She read the "Daily Prophet" from beginning to end. When she was almost convinced that she was an orphan, suddenly, her mother and brother appeared, maybe her father, grandpa, grandma... and many relatives, she was at a loss.

She remembered their conversation she heard on platform nine and three-quarters. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moved her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "But, ma'am—" She still couldn't accept it for a while, "You Why do you say, I'm dead."

Mrs. McMillan just stared at her deeply, her sapphire blue eyes contained too much emotion, she gently put her arms around Christo's shoulders, and said soothingly: "No, child, you misheard , Whether you have amnesia or not, you are still mother's daughter, you are too young, too young..."

Her embrace is very warm, Christo thought silently, but she also clearly felt that her thin shoulders were covered with wet and hot tears: "Madam..."

"Call me mom, please? Dear Christopher, although you forgot, can you call me mom?" Mrs. McMillan sobbed softly.

Christo opened her mouth hesitantly: "Mom!" She didn't know what kind of emotion she used to call out the word.

Mrs. MacMillan hugged her tightly.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the boy at the end of the bed. She could not hide her expectation in her forbearance, seemingly calm eyes. This was her brother—her brother.

"elder brother……"

"I'm here, Christophe."