[Comprehensive Yingmei] Pengwen walks readers

When Loki finally took out the time-turner that he had hidden for a long time, Chelsea, who wanted to go back the most, behaved strangely.For a moment, countless complicated expressions appeared on her face, which was as exciting as Huang Shengyi, who looked like a proud hen in The Birth of a Drama King.

Wandering, sad, pathetic, pathetic is Hogwarts tonight!

"Okay, okay, okay, don't be sad." Ye Xi patted Chelsea on the back to coax her, feeling like an old mother was tired.

Chelsea didn't pull her hand off as hard as before, and let Ye Xi half hug her without saying a word.

It's weird, but everyone thinks it's normal at this time.After Loki returned from Fay's funeral, he casually told Thor about his and Sherlock's deduction—seriously, as an evil god, he thought it was no big deal, and he could fully understand and accept Tom's behavior!It's just that Thor, his stupid old brother, the guy with a lot of morals, was the one who yelled and told his cronies, and pretty soon everyone knew Tom was the crazy guy who murdered Fay and then dug his grave.

But nobody dared to tell Chelsea.Even though everyone knew that Voldemort was (or would be) a bald twisted pervert, but in order to maintain Chelsea's image of being a good father, no one told her, no.

This may be a kind of love (pet Ni face).

Chelsea: Go!

Loki hooked the time-turner's gold chain with his slender white index finger, and casually waved it in front of the children: "I'm tired of staying here, I want to go back."

Of course, Rocky's "going back" means going back to the world with the Avengers and normal body size in addition to going back to 1972.Before coming to this world, Barnes said that it is enough to complete the "plot". Then the ice-snow and smart second prince of Asgard thinks that this is the plot of little Chelsea tadpole looking for his mother. Now that his mother is dead, he should return to reality. Continuing to be her frog, he can also return to the original world and continue playing games and eating chicken.

Uh... no!That's not what he meant, he wasn't obsessed with eating chicken!He just wants to go back and continue to be an evil god who can do whatever he wants!

Tony: Okay, I understand, you just want to keep messing with my computer, console and private movie theater!Don't think I don't know what you're doing lying in the room every day!Jarvis told me all about it!

Loki's eyes wandered.He cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, I'm going back. If you like, you can stay in this chaotic world with nothing."

"What are you talking about, of course we have to go back." Chelsea noticed that Loki was looking at her, and gave him a glare. "I can't take it anymore, I want to go back to see my—"

She paused, then pretended nothing happened and continued: "——Dad."

The Response Room in 1972 was still the same. Natasha and Banner who stayed behind were reading a book together. After Ye Xi and the others finally landed on the ground in the time storm, they found that they were looking up at them in confusion.

"Ah," said Natasha, "I've only read one page so fast."

Banner smiled shyly, not daring to say that he had actually read this page three times, and was just waiting for Natasha to turn the page.

Bucky supported Ye Xi who was not standing still, and Chelsea pushed everyone away silently and walked out.

"Hey——" Ye Xi stretched out his hand to stop her, but Loki gave her a warning look, and then tapped his brow with his index finger, and Loki, a small dot of light, flew out and followed Chelsea. Room of Response.

"Live! Live!" Tony hurriedly dragged the small soft chair, "Can you show the screen?"

Loki snorted, "Nonsense."

So the Internet-addicted boy directly displayed a projection screen in the Response Room.

Chelsea was running downstairs.

Her mind went blank, and part of her was telling her to go back to the dormitory, get into her bed and sleep, and then write a letter to Dad.What to write?Write about her experience 30 years ago this month?Write about her undeserved feelings for little Tom, write about the despair and loneliness she felt in Fay's memory, write about her suspicion and disgust for pure blood, write about her quarrel with Fay, write... She suspects Tom killed Fay?

No, Chelsea realized sadly that she was no longer the little girl who trusted her father wholeheartedly.She seems to be standing on an isolated island now, she just wants to find Faye, and then...

She stopped on the second floor, and then walked slowly towards the unattended women's toilet.

The last compartment was flooded with water. When she opened the door, she felt a sense of fear from behind. What happened 20 years ago happened just 2 days ago. It seemed that Fay would appear behind her at any time, and asked with trembling lips...

She collected herself, walked to the innermost compartment, and knocked on the door.

The sobbing hidden in the murmur of the water ceased.

A milky white translucent ghost floated out wiping its eyes, obviously cowardly looking like it wanted to get angry but didn't dare.

"I'm crying..." whispered Myrtle, "what can I do for you..."

"Faye?" Chelsea called out her name. "Do you remember me?"

Myrtle stared at her for a moment with narrowed eyes in bewilderment.

"Sorry, I can't see clearly," she muttered. "Tom took my glasses. I stayed here because I was afraid of getting lost...so, are you...?"

"..." Chelsea was dumbfounded, "Your glasses—"

"My mother's glasses." Myrtle was sad again. "It's hers. I wear them after I cry, so they can cover my red and swollen eyes. But Tom took my glasses away..."

"When?" Chelsea asked eagerly. "When did you take it?"

Myrtle was frightened. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I'm Chelsea!"

She yelled: "I'm Chelsea, the one who wants to know the truth most! I want to know who murdered you, and I want to know if Tom is innocent!"

"I want to know if the person I love the most in this world has dirty blood on his hands!"

She shouldn't have been agitated, Chelsea regretted realizing that when Myrtle started crying, and now, this cowardly and cowardly child can't communicate again.

Chelsea sighed, walked into the cubicle, sat on it after wiping the toilet seat, propped her head up and quietly looked at this "Myrtle" who looked like Fay but was not Faey.

Speaking of which, Chelsea suddenly thought of a possibility, "Do you know Belle Alice and the others? And Merida?"

Myrtle raised her head sobbingly: "Leda..."

"Oh, I know." Chelsea pondered, "Could it be that you are the innermost character...?"

……

An arc of lightning flashed across Chelsea's mind.

In that deep dream, the child who shuffled away from the laughing children and hid in the corner of the garden, crying softly, was not the girl with swollen eyes in front of her?

"Leda." Myrtle closed her eyes, as if remembering, "I haven't seen Lida for a long time. They're still there, and I'm the only one who was kicked out."

what--

"Obviously, obviously Lida promised to protect me all the time." Myrtle whispered sadly, "but none of us can avoid that big snake. Tom must hate me, otherwise why did he just kick me out?" I know, I've never been likable, I've always been like this..."

Myrtle's whisper of self-loathing was interrupted again.Chelsea grabbed her by the shoulders uncontrollably, like the male protagonist surnamed Ma in a Qiong Yao TV series she hadn't watched, and was about to start roaring—of course, the nature of the ghost determined that Chelsea couldn't really catch Myrtle's body. On the shoulder, her hand just passed through it, and the cold touch made her calm down for a moment, and that was only for a moment, the words that came to her mouth gushed out with a flick of her tongue——

"Tom," she said, turning paler than a ghost, "is that Tom?"

"...it's Tom." Myrtle stared blankly at Chelsea, her voice trembling, "he kicked me out and stuffed me with other stuff. After that, after that I don't know...I Just come back here..."

Chelsea let out a whine that sounded like a mermaid cry.

Voldemort was not surprised to learn that Chelsea had played truant from Hogwarts.

"What's the matter, my little girl, miss me?" Hongtong's father sat at the head of the long table and raised his glass to his pale-faced daughter, "Today I have lamb chops with salt and pepper that you loved most when you were young. Come, Sit down and remember to wipe your hands with a towel."

Chelsea wanted to go up to him and question him, but her body involuntarily took her to her place. The chair on her father's left was covered with soft wisteria-print cushions as usual. She pulled the chair away mechanically and sat down, wiping her hands with a towel. , and then grabbed the knife and fork next to the dinner plate, and the hot salt and pepper lamb chops appeared as expected on the white dinner plate.

But Chelsea didn't move.She stared at the lamb chops, seemingly thinking.Voldemort didn't urge her either, and tilted his head with a smile, looking at the girl who seemed to have grown up overnight.

"If you don't eat it, it will be cold." He said softly.

Chelsea gave him a complicated glance, a look that made Voldemort's heart shudder.

Really familiar.

"My mother," Chelsea said at last. "Her name is Fay Selwyn, isn't it?"

Voldemort shook his head, "No."

Chelsea's face became even uglier.She prayed from the bottom of her heart, please, please don't be what she guessed, please don't...

"Your mother was a Mudblood," said Voldemort pleasantly, as if telling a bedtime story. "She died very young."

"That Faye is..."

Voldemort's blood-red pupils met her amber eyes.

"Faye, it's you."

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