[HP Doujin] Scarborough Fair

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"A long, long time ago, there was a legend in the wizarding world. There was a magical potion that was carefully concocted to fulfill a wish of the person who drank it, no matter what the wish was..."

An erratic voice swayed beside a thin young man. The young man's facial features were exquisite. After hearing this, he frowned his rather delicate eyebrows, and then made a grimace that didn't fit his image. The owner of the voice said, "Uncle, you haven't learned how to market your potions after being dead for so many years. You should take a correspondence course, the kind that teaches squibs."

It fit the grimace before, but it was completely contrary to Slytherin's usual elegance - pretended elegance.

"Believe me, there really is a formula." The voice became aggrieved, and it became even more shaky.

The black-haired boy rubbed his face, and adjusted his serious and slightly haughty expression, but the words that came out of his mouth were full of gossip, "Sissi seems to have taken a fancy to a little golden retriever, how pitiful, If they had children, they would be treated as Midas' pets*, don't you know? It's okay, people in Muggle stories back then. But even that is better than Bella, I tell you, Bella, huh , she's a total psycho, I've always thought there was something wrong with her, you know, she wasn't interested in love potions when she was my age, but she spent three years in a potions class with that pharmacist, Granger , Even if it's because of competitive spirit, it shouldn't be like that, I don't think she will be able to marry, I really don't understand why you don't sell your medicine when she is in school."

"I'm not talking about the love potion!" The shaking voice became angry, as if the word "love potion" had caused him any substantial harm, and even the pearly luster of the ghost seemed to be dimmed.

The young man sneered, adjusted his robes again, and put his image into the Slytherin mold more neatly.

Seeing this scene, the ghost shrugged and sighed. He knew that the boy was going to find those Slytherin companions again.He knew that the boy didn't seem to like Slytherins, which explained why he'd rather spend his free time with a ghost.But at the same time, the boy was contradictory that he was a natural Slytherin, and even his disguise was as delicate as a sapphire the color of a sunny June day.

"Tomorrow, the old time, the old place?" Ghost sighed again. In fact, even if he didn't say anything, even if he didn't fulfill this long-established agreement for a long time, the boy would continue to wait there wearing a delicate and beautiful mask. go down.

But every time they parted, this heartless little thing would always drive him to death like this, and then leave gracefully and reservedly without looking back, without slowing down his pace.

Life is like a play.

Orlando sighed a third time, and staggered away.

Orlando had a relatively good memory among the ghosts at Hogwarts, but even so, he still couldn't remember how the young boy attracted him in the first place.Orlando was a Gryffindor, or the kind of Gryffindor who was so flamboyant and unbeatable that Slytherin hated his teeth.

The only thing that is not so Gryffindor about him may be his love for potions. For a potion that suits his heart, he can toss in front of the cauldron for three days without eating or drinking, paranoid like a miscalculated spark The location of Ravenclaw.

Therefore, paranoid lingering in the world as a ghost in a potion accident that happened while visiting friends at school, even for Orlando, who is particularly Gryffindor, became possible.But also because of Gryffindor's pride, Orlando basically never appeared in front of people in the form of a ghost.

So Orlando himself didn't understand why he stopped at that young boy's question, obviously at that time he was just an ordinary annoying little Slytherin, his nostrils seemed to grow to the top of the sky, and he wanted to pretend to be dark and old-fashioned, The whole person looks like a failed voodoo doll.

"Do you know Sirius Black from Gryffindor Tower?" At that time, the child asked this question without thinking, and Orlando actually nodded.

It was when he got the answer he wanted that his eyes lit up so brightly.

"Can you tell me something about him?"

Orlando was a little wary, and he replied coldly, "I am the ghost of Gryffindor."

"He's my brother." The young man made a weak and aggrieved Hufflepuff look, which made people really soft-hearted.

Orlando floated away without looking back like Gryffindor. No matter how pitiful he looked, he was a little poisonous snake full of lies.

The next day, by the same coincidence, Orlando accidentally drifted back to the place where he met the boy yesterday at the same time. You must know that Hogwarts is such a big place, and there are very few chances for ghosts who have nothing to do and hide from people to appear in Hogwarts. from the same place.

Orlando saw from afar that the little Slytherin was standing there upright and waiting.

Then there was the third day, the fourth day...

Thirteen is not a good number in divination, but for Regulus, thirteen is a very lucky number. On that day, he finally waited for that helpless ghost with satisfaction.

Some things can't end once they start. If you accidentally touch the snake, you will be entangled more and more tightly by it until you suffocate.

Orlando felt that the reason he was still alive was because he was not the boy's prey, or even one of the boy's prey.And the reason why they can become friends is because they all have the same absolutely impossible thing.

Even if there is no trend of the times.

Orlando hummed a ditty, ended the memories that popped up suddenly, and disappeared into the corridor facing away from Regulus.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Are you going to Scarborough Fair

There are many heroes and lush grass, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

You can send me words to the old people there, Remembermetonewholivesthere

He was once the love of my life, Heoncewasatrueloveofmine.

Tell him to find my place of burial, Tellhimtofindmeanacreofland

Surrounded by luxuriant heroes and luxuriant grass, Parsley, sage, rosemaryandthyme

Sandwiched between the line of clear water and blue sky, Betweenthesaltwaterandtheseastrand

Tell him he will always be the love of my life...then he'll bea true love of mine..."*

* Midas, the king in Greek mythology, Bacchus fulfilled his wish to turn everything he saw into gold.Here's Regulus mocking Lucius' hair color, lol.

*The final song, Scarborough Fair, used as an episode of the 40th Academy Award-winning film The Graduate, turns out to be an old English folk song.