tampered with the past

Many years later, when the past is like dust, I always love to stare at the crooked moon outside the window on a new moon night.

My eye, has been healed with just three slices of orange peel.

The emerald green eyes are very similar to the hero I have always admired - Harry Potter - my real grandfather.

Harry's grandfather and grandmother finally got together.

The other Harry, vanished, my mother supposedly expelled him.

All this was told to me by Ron's grandfather.I'm not sure how true the story he told me was, but after all, the wizarding world has once again returned to peace.

Perhaps, the word peace is not used properly.

After all, the shock of the grand wedding of Harry's grandfather and grandmother to the entire wizarding world has not yet subsided.

There are voices of support.

Naturally, there are voices of opposition.

Fortunately, they can't hear it.

Once again, they lived in seclusion, and they no longer cared about the troubles of the world. Even I rarely knew their news.

On the contrary, Ron's grandfather has been in frequent contact with them, and always likes to go to disturb the peace of Harry's grandfather and grandmother every now and then, and bring me some chatter after dinner.

For example, Harry's grandfather broke his grandmother's favorite teacup.

For example, my grandmother threw away Harry's grandfather's favorite socks.

……

Although Ron's grandfather and I have no blood relationship at all, I still call him grandfather because I respect and love him from the bottom of my heart.

If it weren't for his persuasion, Ginny Weasley would never have set Harry's grandfather free.

Fortunately, everything is finally complete.

I was delighted to be the golden boy at Uncle Weasley's wedding, witnessing the happiest flowering of his suffering love with Mrs. Lily Weasley.

The only regret is that Elsa failed to become the maiden at Uncle Weasley's wedding.It made me wait ten more years before I saw Elsa's wedding dress.

It was at our wedding.

Elsa in a white robe came to me, radiant and unparalleled in beauty.

My dear Elsa.

I held out my hand to her, and she held out her hand to me.

Because of a ferocious fall on the ground, the beautiful picture was shattered into chaos.

Elsa fell, and her wreathed head hit my chest hard, and I fell backwards, accidentally touching the wand in my sleeve...

fortunately……

Fortunately, what I conjured up was a toad, not a troll.

I have to secretly rejoice.

Now Elsa is sleeping soundly in my arms.

Ten years have passed and everything is fine.

The moon outside the window quietly yawned a little, boredly looking forward to the early arrival of the sun to take over.

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