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Sylvia Slytherin had not had a happy three days.She was not used to trekking long distances in the wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, and her back was scorched by the still hot sun in early autumn, and no amount of cooling spells would work.This reminded her of her father's study tour before the establishment of Hogwarts, which Slytherin told her as a bedtime story when she was a child.She pulled down the hood and tidied her hair, then opened the water bottle and took two sips, her throat was dry and tight and still uncomfortable.All the families she saw in the past few days were Muggles, and although they were easy to control, they also made her feel lonely.It was getting darker and darker, but the little humble house was still far away.A few months ago, the Muggle Holy See invented the apparition detection device with the help of some twig wizards and arranged it around. At that time, she just scolded "Mudblood" angrily, but today she can't wait to cut out those traitors. bone.

It was completely dark, and the moor was silent.There seemed to be no living creature in the surroundings except her.The courage to go forward suddenly disappeared without a trace, and she began to regret why she turned off the blood magic location, so that Slytherin would not be able to find her.She held the portkey back to Hogwarts, thought twice, and put it back.

Sylvia shuffled two more steps forward.Every part of her body after a tiring day was protesting to her, and she knew that her feet must have calluses.Those calluses and blisters were completely different from the ones she'd made when she was naughty riding a horse without gloves and holding the reins when she was a child. The pain made her want to cry, and the potion couldn't stop the pain.Thinking of this, her father held her hand and frowned, distressed and angry. ("Oh, Dad, I miss you. Haierbo, it's good that you are here.") Sylvia sat down with her knees hugged against a lonely tree, buried her head in her arms and cried softly.

After crying for a while, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her face, planning to move on.At this time, she felt a powerful pressure approaching her.She looked up, holding her wand warily, no matter who gave him the Imperius Curse first.Now there were only five meters between them, and she was about to cast a spell.

"Hey, who are you?"

At this moment, she heard a man's loud voice, and a group of fluorescent lights flickered on the tip of the man's staff, illuminating his face.

"Who are you?" Sylvia stepped back a few steps away from the fluorescent lighting range, and asked vigilantly. After speaking, she quickly took a few steps to the right to avoid being attacked.

"I'm the inspector here, Rick Gran." The man

"Really?" Sylvia flung her hand and threw a hurting spell, which was easily dodged by the man.

"Oh, miss, come on, I'm the Wizarding Inspector here, and here's my badge."The man looked at the crushed granite, and transferred the illuminated light sphere to the badge on his chest.

It is indeed the badge of the Inspector of Scotland, a special alchemy product made by Ravenclaw, it can be believed.Sylvia relaxed her shoulders.

"You should let me see the badge first, after all, this is credible."

The man put the fluorescent light on his face again, and grinned with white teeth, "There are very few strangers here, and they all know me."

Sylvia confirmed that her disguise was okay, and approached him to enter the lighting range. "Are there any wizards living around here, Mr. Gran?" She tried to adjust her tone to be as approachable as possible.

"Yes, over that hill, there is a small village." Rick Grand stretched the wand in his hand to his right back, "I have a horse, you can ride it."

Sylvia looked at the mixed-haired beast that appeared in the faint fluorescent light, and involuntarily compared it with her favorite thoroughbred hunter, and most of the joy that had just arisen in her heart disappeared, "Thank you. ' she said stiffly, walking towards the horse.

"Do you want me to help?" Rick Gran came over and put on a posture to help her get on the horse. "I don't have a side saddle, so I'll make it up." Sylvia glared at him, and stepped on the saddle neatly mount.Sylvia only rides sideways in front of her so-called "friends", which will make her look particularly elegant and beautiful with her skirt swaying and her long hair like a waterfall. In fact, she often races horse jumping with her father, and has won more than one once.

The man withdrew his hand in embarrassment and took the horse's rein.

When they arrived, Sylvia was pleasantly surprised to realize that the man hadn't lied, that it was indeed a small village.They stopped in front of a small two-story building, and the moon had already risen, and by its light Sylvia even recognized a few undefeated wild roses on the steps of the small building.

"There's one more room available here, you should be able to stay the night," Rick Grand waited for her to dismount, and tied the reins to a tree to the left of the house.When Sylvia got off the horse, she landed a little hard, and the blisters on her heels probably burst. She staggered a step forward, and had to reach out to hold onto the handrail of the steps.

"Are you hurt?" Rick Gran put one of her arms around her and helped her into the door with little effort.

"It's nothing, it's just been too long." Sylvia used his strength to stand firm in the hallway, and a woman about 30 years old came out to welcome her.

"Oh, Rick," the woman came to support her instead of the man, "what's wrong with this lady?"

"Oh, she's exhausted," Rick Grand replied. "A good night's sleep should do. Give her the room upstairs."

"Of course, it's not rented out anyway."

Sylvia smiled at the woman. "Thank you," she said.

At last the woman helped her up to the second floor, put her on a normal bed that smelled of fresh, clean soap, and brought her two pieces of black bread and a cup of hot milk, though she waited until the woman She only took it after going out for a drug test, but it still couldn't prevent her from falling asleep happily after casting a strict defensive spell and simply treating her feet.

the next day, noon

When Sylvia awoke, it was clear and dismayed that she had slept until noon.She was always an early riser.However, in view of the tiredness of the past few days, this small mistake can also be forgiven.She sat up from the bed, put on her skirt and changed her medicine. Seeing a pair of cotton slippers beside the bed, she hesitated and put them on.

The moment her feet landed on the ground, Sylvia was so painful that she almost shed tears.After a night of rest, all the pain that had been numb was revived in that instant, the waist and legs were sore, and the soles of the feet felt a sharp tingling pain.She supported the bedpost for a long time, and finally walked to the stairs hesitantly.

Every step was torture, especially when the owner of these legs subconsciously wanted to maintain a graceful gait and a straight back, and he did it.Downstairs is a small restaurant, and it is full of people now. Sylvia's deep-seated upbringing prevents her from losing her composure in front of those strangers.At the very least, no one knows who she is, because she knows it herself.

There are three more steps to go down the stairs.Sylvia took a deep breath without leaving a trace, and was about to walk down in one breath.At this time Rick Gran came back, Sylvia tensed her back, walked down the stairs with an elegant skirt, and smiled dignifiedly, "Thank you very much for your help last night, Mr. Gran. I am very happy see you again."

In the bright daylight, she finally saw the other person's face clearly.The man was about thirty, with short-cropped blond hair that was somewhat frizzy, sea-blue eyes that looked very enthusiastic and cheerful, full of vitality, a straight nose, and about the same height as his father, only a little more muscular.

From the appearance, Sylvia judged by the same standard as his father, so he should be an easy person to deal with.Although she was a little dissatisfied with the fact that he was staring at herself in a daze.However, her age and gender made her add one more: very good-looking man.

Rick Grand finally recovered from that smile and said, "You're welcome, miss, may I ask your name?" He didn't take a good look at Sylvia's face yesterday, but only remembered that she had long black hair , wearing robes of evidently superior quality.However, at this moment, he had to work hard to take his eyes off her.

It was so similar, except that the line of the jaw was a little softer than the shadow that often rose in his heart, with a feminine softness; except for the color of the irises, the eyes were exactly the same; the lips were the same as the one he had kissed before. so similar.The most similar is the look.The indifferent and polite demeanor between her eyebrows and eyes made him unable to stop thinking of the scene when he first saw that person.For a moment he seemed to be back to that hot summer day, that dance party, the silver-haired boy in the lounge.

He suddenly had an impulse, he took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, bowed to her with strict etiquette, and said to her in the tone commonly used by those nobles, "It's an honor to meet you, you are really radiant today."

Sylvia subconsciously stretched out her left hand to him, and responded as usual, "I'm very happy that you think so."

Then Rick Grant held her hand up, and his lips touched the back of her bare hand lightly.Sylvia came back to herself and glared at him angrily. "Which place bred a rare monster like you, how dare you..." She withdrew her hand, only to see Rick Gran was in a daze again

"I'm sorry, miss."Rick Gran woke up and apologized hastily.

Sylvia wanted to say something more, but the people in the small restaurant had already stopped eating and looked at them. It was obvious that Rick Grand was very popular in this area. She suppressed her anger, smiled at him, and said , "I hope you just made a mistake", turned around and walked to the table to sit down.

Rick Grand sat down opposite him, "Miss, may I ask your name?"

Sylvia raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Serena Hamilton", she gave a pseudonym.

"Miss Hamilton, where are you from?" Rick Gran asked.

"I am a student at Hogwarts. I asked for leave to visit my relatives. I am going back now. This is a certificate issued by my dean, Mr. Inspector." Sylvia took out the forged card from the space ring. The identity certificate, the seal on it was stamped with her father's seal secretly.It's not difficult for her.She has successfully arrived here with this document.

"That's good." Rick Gran inspected it carefully and returned the paperwork to her. "During the war, we can't trust wandering wizards casually. Then, I wish you a smooth journey." The man put on his hat and left.