Harder Aurora

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If it was changed to other men and women, the wizard would definitely be cursed into the next century, "It's okay, it's normal." Ginny wanted to swallow the words as soon as she finished speaking.

Sure enough, Harry looked even more embarrassed, "That's not what I meant..."

"Stop!" Ginny yelled, and Harry shut up instantly.

Ginny was wearing a slim black wizard robe, her long curly red hair made her face fairer, and her sporadic freckles added a lot of flair to her scorching beauty, "The robe is beautiful." Harry said honestly.

Ginny sighed, "You're handsome too."

Harry smiled, showing his neat teeth, "Thank you beautiful lady for your compliment."

"So handsome sir, do you remember that tonight is dinner time at the Burrow?" Ginny narrowed her eyes.

"Oh," Harry paused, "Actually, there was no problem at all. But Lucius seemed very dissatisfied with Gabriel just now, so I have to go to Malfoy Manor tonight, otherwise Gabriel There will probably be all sorts of weird headlines tomorrow."

Ginny lost her temper, "I'm really afraid to wake up one morning and see the strange headlines about you and Lucius Malfoy."

"I believe our headlines will come first." Harry smiled wryly.

"I'll go with you." Ginny said suddenly, she stood up and straightened her rumpled robe, and tied up her long hair meticulously with a headband.

Harry frowned disapprovingly, "There's no need—"

"Come on, in fact old Malfoy is very polite to anyone but you. And he must not bother to scold you when he sees me, he just wants to send us away quickly." Ginny said with her arms akimbo.

Ginny is right.When Apparated to Malfoy Manor, it was Narcissa who opened the door for them.The always dignified and proud Mrs. Malfoy wore decent and expensive robes even at home, her hair was neatly coiled, and she twisted the ends of her wand with both hands.

"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter." She nodded with half-cast eyes, impeccable etiquette.Ginny noticed that Mrs. Malfoy's clothes were all black, and her internal organs squirmed sadly.

Seeing that Narcissa had no intention of inviting them in, Harry could only say, "Good evening, Narcissa. Is Lucius there?"

Narcissa knew what was going on as soon as she heard it, and sighed, "Please come in.".After bringing Harry and Ginny in, he called out to the empty living room, "Dolly!" A house elf popped up, "Go find Lucius, and tell him that Potter and his wife are here."

"It's up to you." As if they didn't want to take a look at them, Narcissa summoned tea and went back upstairs, leaving only Harry and Ginny sitting stiffly in the large and empty living room.

"So why did you come here every chance you had? This is a hall with nothing in it." Ginny couldn't help asking curiously, looking at the carvings and paintings on the wall and the lackluster oil paintings.She thought that at least there would be an oil painting of the young master who died young.

Harry didn't answer, in fact, Ginny wondered if he heard her at all, and Harry just stared blankly at the delicate antique silver spoon on the side of his teacup.

Lucius came down quickly, sure enough, he had an impatient look on his face. "Weasley? Potter, are hybrid magical creatures losing their status so quickly?"

"Gabrielle is my assistant, Fleur Delacour Weasley's sister, that's all." Harry said gently, "I'm also considering giving Rita Skeeter a reporter ban .”

"Rita Skeeter?" Ginny shouted angrily, "So the wonderful front pages of these years are all her masterpieces?"

Lucius smiled that rare pleasure, "I'm afraid so, Weasley."

"Not anymore," said Harry.

"Really?" Lucius narrowed his eyes suddenly and looked at them. "I have a hunch that the "Daily Prophet" is about to usher in new explosive news. But now, you guys, get out of here."

☆Harry, have you really killed Voldemort?

Amber has grown a lot taller in the past six months, and girls will develop earlier than boys. Miss Selwyn is now half a head taller than James.

James looked up at her speechlessly, he also wanted to chat with Amber politely, but Albus had already packed his things as quickly as possible and was waiting for him outside the auditorium, and Christmas was coming, no one wanted to Stay longer at school.

Perhaps to set off the festive atmosphere of Christmas, Amber also held a red knitted scarf in her hand, "So, will you write to me at Christmas?" She blushed, and James felt that her face was as red as Santa Claus .

"Maybe." James waved his hand impatiently. He saw Alan Field dragging his Slytherin sister to gloat and smirk at him, so he responded with a rude gesture, not even paying attention to what Amber said.

Amber pursed her lips, put the scarf on James' head, and left angrily.

Albus finally posted his younger brother, and he pointed at the red scarf mockingly, "It's very individual, and it matches you very well."

"Oh, shut up." James rolled his eyes, "I think it suits you better."

"I suggest you put it away, or your mother will definitely make you spit out every punctuation mark when she sees it later."

Speaking of Ginny, James' eyes lit up, "So Mom has been back for a few days? It's also good, and I can spend more time with Dad."

Albus automatically ignored his words, hooked his neck, and the two walked intimately, "Did you bring the diary?"

"Of course. But what are you taking me to see?" James still dawdled at Albus, who always kept everything mysterious and never cared whether he was already curious or not. Magic Riot Legilimency has been read.

"I'm not sure." Albus said lightly, not sure whether I should show it to you, Albus thought silently.

As expected, Godric's Villa has been decorated for Christmas. Harry got a tall Christmas tree from somewhere, and a few golden snitches flew around the tree, but they couldn't leave the range of the Christmas tree. Imprisoned here by magic.

James trotted excitedly, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Ginny sitting cross-legged on the ground and arranging the piles of Christmas presents.

"Mom!" James rushed to hug Ginny's neck, and Ginny kissed the side of her son's face in surprise, "Oh, honey, where's Albus?"

After catching and hugging the beloved twin sons for a while, he took them to unwrap the presents, "Harry said that you will have as many presents as you are, so each of you has 12." From the time the twins were one year old, This is how Harry prepares presents. Ginny knew that he must have been stimulated by that Muggle cousin when he was a child. Although it is not an exaggeration to say that each boy has dozens of presents, it is more than all the families Ginny knows. much.

"Is it necessary? Daddy's salary is sure to pay that much?" said Albus.The gifts Harry prepared were not only numerous but also expensive. For example, the latest Comet No. 1 broom cost at least 1000 Galleons.

Ginny shrugged indifferently, "It seems that Harry never took you to the Gringotts vault."

James was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, frowning and looking at the gift he had just opened in his hand - a diary with a black cover.

It happened that Ginny straightened her wizard robe and stood up to find Harry who was working in the kitchen. There were only two people left in the huge living room.

"What's wrong?" Albus asked quietly.

James handed him this funny Christmas present, "Touch the inside page."

Soft, smooth, with a unique sense of delicacy, the valuable parchment is indeed impressive.That incomplete diary, which was closely related to Harry, had been flipped through countless times by James, and it came out as soon as he touched it.

"..." Albus had nothing to say, and said after a while, "Put it away." Then he looked at the wall clock beside him indicatively. James understood that this meant talking later. Although he didn't say anything more, his expression was very serious. ugly.

After a while, Harry and Ginny came out with a few plates. Thank goodness Harry didn’t make any more pizza. In fact, Harry’s cooking is not bad, of course it’s not as good as Ginny’s, but some of his processes His proficiency was comparable to that of a house-elf.

After dinner started for a while, a snow-white owl flew out of the window. Albus recognized that it was Harry's owl "Heidi", which was said to be found after Hedwig who died during the war.Heidi threw a letter in front of Harry, and Harry opened it and said to Ginny, "Look at this, I'm going to kill Ron, he had a fight with Hermione, and Caroline ran away from home."

"What?" Ginny screamed, "Damn, stupid Ron Weasley!"

Then the two fully expressed how stupid Ron was and how a troll Caroline was, and apologized countless times to James and Albus before putting on their coats and going out. It was snowing outside the window, and Ginny babbled Worried about whether Caroline will use magic to keep warm, or she will definitely freeze to death.

After the room was completely quiet, Albus said cheerfully, "Wow, don't wait for the night. Come with me and get the diary."

James silently took his schoolbag, and followed Albus into the basement where almost no one would go in.

"So that year, you really stayed here for half a day?" James asked looking at the dimly lit stairs.

"Otherwise?" Although it is a place that can be ignored, the walls and stairs are surprisingly clean, and it is not like almost no one would go in at all.

"Don't you particularly hate dirty places?"

"Who said the basement must be dirty." The stairs reached the point, and after summoning the light source, James found that it was a neat study room, with a row of bookcases neatly stacked around the room, and there were all kinds of books on it. , there is a set of desks on the side, strangely, there is a stack of documents on it.

"...I remember the study is on the second floor." James gasped.

"My dear brother, it is obvious that we have two study rooms." Albus stepped forward to look at the file, glanced at it, and then immediately closed it, James did not pay attention to the movement of his hand at all.

"Why? Is it because the study upstairs is too small? Why can't you use the spell of space extension?" James said while looking at the books on the bookshelf. There are also a lot of old textbooks that Harry or Ginny should have gone to school with.

James suddenly pulled out a book with a black cover, and there were two big holes in it. "It seems that Dad is really obsessed with diaries." Put the new Christmas gift diary in the place of this diary, and put the diary with two holes in it into the school bag.

Albus was also not paying attention to the movements of his hands, he was looking for the tattered copy of Advanced Potion-Making, "Here it is", a book he pulled out from his summer vacation.

Albus grabbed the spine of the book and shook it, and a piece of paper that looked old floated out, "James! Diary!"

James hurriedly sat cross-legged beside him, took out Miss Slytherin's diary, "What the hell is this?" He squinted his eyes to read the conversation on the note.

Albus sighed softly, spread out Miss Slytherin's diary, and put it next to the note for comparison, "It seems that this is really another diary of Miss Slytherin."

James' eyes widened slowly, and he could clearly see the content of the note. Moreover, Miss Slytherin's handwriting was exactly the same as the one on the note, gentle, gorgeous, and tender, and she was really a character that could be imagined just by reading the words.

Christmas on the other side of the world is equally lively, but the Walker family is a party of celebrities in a small circle.Although the number of participants was not large, the outside world still paid too much attention to this party in view of the fact that the participants were either rich or expensive. Four people sat in an extended version of the black car, and a team of cars of the same level were driving the road. .

Ever since the bastard little nephew said that all his classmates died in a plane crash, Ashley Cooper didn't bother to ask any more information about his past, as Davis famously said—it's all fake news.Of course he didn't doubt his kinship with Charles and Louise, after all, in a way, they were really too much alike.Therefore, he now has even more bizarre conjectures, especially after reading most of Louise's files boringly, he thinks that he may have had some serious involvement with some people in the past, so they are not telling the truth To protect him.

If Louise knew what he was thinking, she would wake up laughing from a dream.

Although Ashley was not the core of any topic at the reception, it cannot be denied that many people, both men and women, were secretly watching him.Charles still held his mobile phone and found a corner to sit. Adults would not bother him, and young people did not dare to bother him. He looked over the mobile phone and secretly looked at his uncle who was leaning on the chair and drinking champagne. It was really an annoying beauty.

No one can deny that, just like the handsome Ashley in "Gone with the Wind", Ashley Cooper is really a shining blonde beauty, but he is very indifferent to strangers, forcing them away with his arrogant and cold eyes There are a lot of people who want to strike up a conversation.

Although Charles appreciates this kind of old-fashioned arrogance, it is really a bit offensive. He has never dared to do it in various schools since he was a child. He can't help but wonder how arrogant Ashley was in school.

After a well-known Upper East Side socialite was stared away, Charles couldn't sit still, and walked up to him with juice, "Do you know who she is?"

"I don't know, I don't deserve to talk to me anyway." Ashley sneered.

"..." Charles gasped. He suddenly realized that no old acquaintance came to him so far and it wasn't because of a plane crash that was made out of nothing.

"I'll tell Mom," Charles said, narrowing his eyes.

"Really?", Ashley smiled gracefully, the tails of his eyes slightly reddened by alcohol were slender and long, Charles could even hear the intoxicated exclamations of the rich ladies nearby, and then Ashley poured the champagne in his hand A little into Charles' half-open mouth, "I'll tell your dad that you stole wine at the party."

My God, Charles thought to himself, if Ashley Cooper was at Hogwarts, he would guarantee that the first to seventh grades of Slytherin would not dare to roll their eyes again.

"Ai Li, come here." Louise's voice came, and she waved at the two from a distance.The amazing thing is that Ashley always behaves more docilely in front of Louise and Davis, which fits the image of the poor brother recovering from a serious illness.

Louise took her younger brother's arm with a smile, looked at a man beside Davis and said, "You must know this, Davis' cousin, Alexandra."

Charles tilted his head and looked at this cousin, with black, messy short hair, and the same dark green eyes as Davis.Then he turned to look at Ashley's hand—his fingers curled up involuntarily.

Alexandra Walker's smile was warm and warm, and her thick palm held Ashley's slender white fingertips in a gentlemanly manner.

Maybe it was God pouring water into his eyes, or maybe the side effects of Professor Snape's poisonous potion finally showed, and he bet the uncle who had just been defying everyone blushed a little.

"Hello, let me ask you a question - did we know each other before?" Ashley frowned slightly, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Alexandra said regretfully, "Never, in fact, I only came back to the United States this month, and I have been in Africa before."

"Oh," Ashley said in a low voice, but quickly withdrew his hand, there was a confusing sense of disappointment in his gray-blue eyes, "That's really a pity."

The air in the basement study suddenly fluctuated, and James' face was very ugly. He squinted his eyes to read the words on the note, "This is really, how to describe it, is this cheating?"

"You're 12 years old, I suggest you stop the magic riot and restrain yourself." Albus said indifferently, "And I feel that father and mother are coming back soon, so it's best to go up quickly and pretend that nothing happened happened before."

"Why are you so calm?" James suddenly called to Albus, "That's our mother!"

Albus pointed to the document on the desk, "Look at what that document is. If mother doesn't care, then what position do we have to speak?"

James walked over and spread out the document that he hadn't noticed all this time. It was a divorce document issued by the Ministry of Magic, on which Harry and Ginny had signed.

He subconsciously pulled out his wand, "The flames are raging!", and the document was immediately burned to ashes.

"Restored as before." Albus calmly pulled out his wand and restored the file.

"Why? Just because of that dark Slytherin?" James gritted his teeth.

Albus ignored him, and after restoring everything in the study, he pulled him back to the living room, "In fact, there are so many details in these years that I can't count them, if you have really paid attention to them." Albus Said lightly.

James was still about to say something, but suddenly there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground from the fireplace. The two of them saw a little girl covered in ashes crying and getting up, her long fiery red hair braided into two braids.

"—Caroline?" James exclaimed in surprise.

After Harry and Ginny rushed to Ron's small apartment in London, they found that neither of them had gone out to find their daughter. Hermione was sitting on the sofa watching TV with a cold face, and Ron was squatting on the terrace smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, does anyone mind explaining? Since Caroline Weasley, who is only 8 years old, has disappeared, what are you two still doing here?" Harry said angrily as soon as he entered the door, and Ginny looked disgusted. He ran behind his brother and gave him a kick.

"Where can she go? I bet 1000 Galleons that Caroline went to Godric's Manor." Hermione said coldly.

Perhaps because he couldn't stand his friend's scolding eyes, Ron stood up sullenly, "She doesn't want Rose."

"What Rose?" Ginny asked.

Harry understood, and gave a small "oh", looking at Hermione's waist.

Hermione's reaction was very violent, "We don't have any more time and effort to raise a baby! Do you know how many people are staring at my position?" She casually cast a curse at Ron, and Harry remembered It was exactly the same in 6th grade.

"I remember I didn't refute you?" Ron also roared, completely ignoring his friends and sister who were still in the room.

"Your expression!" Hermione couldn't help crying, her lips trembling, "How can you use that expression on me?"

"Should I be very happy?" The red-haired man's eyes were also a little red, but he was no longer the boy he was back then, and he mobilized all his patience to maintain this decent expression.

"You already know that I don't like too many children. I'm not you, and I can't be as stupid as Ginny to have children for love!" Hermione said tremblingly.

Ginny's face was expressionless for a moment, "Oh, this is a bit too much." Then she shook off Harry's hand and Apparated directly in the room.

"Ginny!" Ron yelled worriedly, but Ginny didn't even give him half a look, and disappeared sullenly.

Only then did Hermione realize what she had said, and covered her lips with her hands guiltily, "Oh my god—I didn't, I didn't mean to, Harry..."

Harry was really a little angry, he took a deep breath slowly, "Talk it carefully, and come pick up Caroline after you think it over. I'll go find Ginny now." He said and left.

After a long silence, Ron wiped his stubbled face, "You shouldn't have said that—but this reminded me, if I didn't really expect her, I shouldn't bring her into the world. I never Told you how James and Albus got here, maybe you should know."

Ginny is not difficult to find. It should be said that there are not many places where Gryffindor can hide after being hurt, and they will not change no matter how many years. This is how Ginny found him many years ago, and now he can also use This inertia came to Ginny.

Speaking of which, it was not Gryffindor who first figured out this pattern, but Draco.He didn't realize at that time that he came to him on purpose, Sirius had just died, and Harry had just learned from Dumbledore that he and Voldemort could only live alone, so he hid, collapsed and wanted to die .

Then the Slytherin who had been against him for 5 years suddenly appeared, he satirized Harry with a vicious face, and congratulated his godfather for finally being reunited with James Potter, who had a dirty relationship with him, Lily Potter And in hell to fight a dog for a man.Harry fought him fiercely, and the anger and despair that had piled up in his chest were strangely dispelled, "Your father is not far away." Harry remembered what he said after putting Draco on the ground, "And you, too, will become an orphan."

Oh, it's really a bit too much, Harry coughed guiltyly, of course, when he knew that Draco had a crush on him in sixth grade, he was almost out of breath, "What's wrong with you? Is your behavior a way to express liking?", He pressed the beautiful blond young master to the mirror and questioned him.

"It can't be my fault," said 16-year-old Draco, with big innocent eyes open. The dark blue eyes under his long-term pressure are really hot. "The uncontrollable passion always finds a place to vent. Otherwise you will die."

This was such a sweet and exciting confession, the dark-haired Gryffindor was about to change, his emerald green eyes were terribly bright, "Oh, really? Then let's vent now."

He soon found Ginny, in Hogwarts, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

It was rare for Ginny to squat in front of the Slytherin statue and wipe her tears without any image. Next to it was the skeleton of a huge basilisk, but many parts were scattered.Look, even the legendary basilisk ended up like this, everyone will die, what's the matter?

"Why did you save me at that time?" Hearing Harry's footsteps, the beautiful woman who was nearly 30 years old still couldn't help sobbing.

Harry decided to tell the truth, "It's mainly about killing the basilisk, actually."

"..." Ginny was speechless, but fortunately she doesn't like makeup, otherwise her face would definitely become a patchwork. "What's wrong with me, everyone says I'm perfect."

"You're so kind, but I'm a masochist, and I like to be pointed at in the face." Harry laughed, reaching out to stroke her long hair, "It's strange that no one has done it after so many years."

"No, there are." Ginny said blankly, but Harry still stroked her hair casually, "Lucius," Ginny said viciously.

Harry's face twitched. "Okay, my fault, shut up."

Ginny hummed happily, and the sudden burst of grievance and self-pity disappeared without a trace, "Go back. As for the front page of the "Daily Prophet", explain it to James yourself, and you deserve it."

"Yes, I deserve it." Harry smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, Albus is more reassuring, otherwise I would have to flee to the Burrow."

Ginny looked at him reproachfully, "No, you can't, the Savior can't be a coward. Believe me, James is no more terrifying than Voldemort."

"Imagine how Ron will explain to Caroline, you come to accuse me of cowardice. Besides, we are very controversial on whether Voldemort is terrible or not." Harry said with a gentlemanly face.

Is Voldemort scary?Of course not, he's just an extremely pitiful wretch.Tom Riddle was involuntary all his life, just a slave to his world-weary values, no matter how many Horcruxes he made, he was doomed to fail.

Perhaps this world is made up of all kinds of ironic comedies. When Harry looked down at the poor soul of the Dark Lord in the Slytherin chamber, his scar that had been silent for many years hurt slightly.

☆, Narcissa is really a gentle and good person

James and Albus waited for the whole night, but neither Harry nor Ginny came back. Fortunately, Caroline was trained by Hermione to be very obedient since she was a child. In front of James and Albus, she was an extremely obedient little sister. After taking him to the guest room, Albus quietly fell asleep by himself.

"I've been looking for a whole day, and it's still Christmas, can you believe it?" James drooped his eyes and cleaned the dishes. He didn't sleep all night.

Albus shrugged, throwing away the leftover salad, "That's a really good question," but his tone was flat and there was no sign of surprise or curiosity at all.

James was silent for a while, then threw the dishes into the dishwashing tray, turned and ran quickly upstairs.

Albus frowned impatiently, but he didn't want to go upstairs, he just returned the plate to its original shape and read on the sofa.

"Where are you going?" James came down quickly, wearing a denim jacket, as if ready to go out.

"I'm going to find my father and mother," James looked at his brother with a pale face, "so you plan to sit here?"

"I just don't want to do something useless." Albus said sincerely.

"I'm just going to the Burrow." James twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't mean to laugh, then pushed open the door and walked out.

The place to go to the Burrow is in the fireplace, Albus thought silently, but he had no intention of stopping James.They said they were going to find their parents, but they definitely weren't. Both Harry and Ginny were powerful wizards in their 30s, so there must be some important emergency that they haven't been here for so long.He had a vague idea of ​​where James was going, but he didn't want to join in, James wasn't the only one feeling devastated, but Gryffindor's solution was to find something else to distract him, and Albus would rather be alone , let go of your thoughts.

Sure enough, James didn't go to the Burrow, he got on the wandering wizard bus, he vaguely remembered that Harry mentioned that the ticket inspector used to be a Death Eater, and then he died, and now the ticket inspector is a middle-aged wizard with numb eyes and hair It's sticky, and you can tell at a glance that you haven't washed your hair for at least a few months.

"Welsh Cemetery," James said.

The middle-aged wizard didn't even look up, and just gave him a ticket.

The Welsh cemetery is far away from Godric's Hill. The cemetery originally belonged to several ancient pure-blood families. However, after the war more than ten years ago, the Ministry of Magic semi-expropriated the land, and many wizards who died in the war were taken away. buried there.

James and Lily Potter were buried there, and Harry buried Sirius, next to the Lupines.

The cemetery in the cold weather looks like there is no one there, the ground is covered with thick snow, and there is a pit when you step on it.As for why I came here, after all, there is no place more peaceful than a Christmas cemetery, and I don’t have to worry about suddenly reaching the limit of my endurance and doing something that will disappoint others.

He found the tombstones of James and Lily Potter all the way. Strangely, Sirius's tomb had been cleared of snow, and there was a delicate Christmas wreath on it. If James judged correctly, the bells tied on it, It should be pure gold.

"..." James became vigilant, drew out his wand, and looked around.Who would come to the cemetery to give flowers to Sirius Black on Christmas?

Hermione was riding on Ron's back and beating him up when the apartment door opened again.

"Harry, save me!" Ron, who was pinned to the ground, shouted in horror.

"Get out!" Hermione picked up the cup and threw it at it. Harry covered his forehead to avoid it, and all the black tea was splashed on Ginny's face.

"Oh——Ginny!" Hermione quickly got up, and was stepped on by Ron, "I didn't mean to." She took out her wand and cleaned her soiled coat.

"I'm fine, just look at Harry first."

Only then did Hermione notice the friend who was covering his forehead, and Ron got up tremblingly, the slap marks on his face were clearly visible.

"I don't know," said Harry, and Hermione noticed that his voice was shaking.

"What's the matter?" Ron immediately pulled him to the messy sofa.

"Scar," Harry hissed, "if I'm not crazy, then I'm sure my scar is hurting."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a while, Hermione said calmly, "Impossible."

Ron also nodded seriously, "It's not scientific."

Hermione gave him a hard look, and continued to speak slowly, "Did you bump into it by accident?"

"For Merlin's sake!" Harry roared, "I'll know if I get hit!"

"Don't be so excited, buddy." Ron relaxed, and sat next to Ginny, away from Hermione, "Did you get bit by a bug?"

"No!" Harry bared his forehead, pointing excitedly at the lightning-shaped scar, "A dull pain, itchy and numb! I'll remember it all my life."

"But why?" Ginny frowned.

"It can't be said that Voldemort has come back to life, right? Tom Riddle died terribly, and we all saw him turn into ashes with our own eyes," Hermione said.

"You can't say which Horcrux was missed and not destroyed--" Ron suddenly shut up.

The room fell silent again.

James squinted his eyes, and carefully walked along the footprints on the snow that were almost buried by fresh snow. After all kinds of messy paths, there was a much larger open space, where neat tombstones stood majestically. Old-fashioned marble, without any decoration, like a group of petrified ancient ghosts.James knew that this should be the burial area of ​​the old pure-blood family.

A tall, blond woman stood in front of a plain white tombstone, and a large pile of Christmas presents was piled on the ground.Her gown frames the waist delicately and reflects the soft, rich velvet light.

"Who are you?" Intuition told James that the person in front of him was not in danger, and he couldn't help asking.

The other party obviously didn't expect anyone to appear. She froze for a moment, turned her head slowly, and raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw James.

James tilted his head slightly and looked at her. The witch was not young anymore, and there were fine wrinkles at the end of her eyes, but she could still see her youthful beauty. Her eyebrows and eyes were drawn too carefully, which made her look a bit mean.

"...Little Mr. Potter?" She asked softly, her waist was straight from the beginning to the end.

"Yes, you know me?" James put away his wand and trotted over enthusiastically in the eyes of the other party.

"You are exactly like your father." The witch couldn't help smiling.

As he got closer, James finally saw the name on the tombstone, "Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy."

"Are you Mrs. Malfoy?" James responded.

Mrs. Malfoy smiled and nodded, which made her look less cold, "Why are you here, Mr. Potter?"

"A walk," James said dryly.

Narcissa nodded understandingly, "It's better not to worry the family."

James decided to skip the subject of "family." "Do you know Sirius Black, ma'am?"

Narcissa said gently, "Sirius is my cousin."

This is really unexpected, he seems to have never heard an adult mention, "Are we relatives?"

Still smiling, Narcissa turned her head to look at the tombstone.

"Who is this? I remember that Mr. Malfoy seems to be still alive?" When talking about Mr. Malfoy, James' tone became visibly malicious.

"You don't like Lucius, but you can chat with me." Narcissa looked at him amusedly, "Your father was also like that at that time."

"I just thought you were kind." James shrugged.

Narcissa's smile faded, she said slowly, "This is my son, I just came here to give him some Christmas presents."

James gave a small "oh," "I'm sorry."

"You must love him very much," James whispered.

"Of course." Narcissa sighed softly, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

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