[hp] stay out of it

At a ball, the girl said to him, I am willing to marry you, but I want to see your heart.

He agreed, and took her to the cellar. On the deserted floor, there was the box that had locked his heart for decades. A few meters away, it seemed that the beating sound of his heart could still be heard.

As they approached, the heels of their shoes struck the flagstones, echoing in the vast vaults of the castle.

The box is made of crystals, emitting a faint glow in the dark.

They opened this crystal case.

Inside was a shriveled heart.

The color is not a moving bright red, but has become gray; the surface is no longer smooth, no longer beating vigorously, but wrinkled, like a heart that is a hundred times older, and even the beating is just a weak trembling

……

Oops, they were ambushed.

The Ministry of Magic has gathered a large number of people in a short period of time.Vincent realized this, and many vigilant wizards were dormant in the dark. They hadn't launched an attack yet, but it was too late. Now the three of them are separated from each other. Maybe in the next second, countless spells will fly out...

Malfoy stood where he was, watching Vincent's back disappear in the darkness, and there was no movement between the racks on the seventh and eighth floors.There was an eerie atmosphere in the room of the Department of Mysteries.

At this time, a small light spot flew over.Fluttering up and down, it's getting closer, it's a butterfly, shining with silver light.

There were strange noises in the darkness—from dormant Ministry of Magic officials.They didn't expect that such a young child could summon his own Patronus and deliver messages.

Malfoy immediately realized that it was not safe here. He tentatively took a few steps back and found that the butterfly was following him, so he immediately locked the door behind him and hid in the next room.

The butterfly seemed to be intelligent. After Malfoy hid it, it lightly landed on the cardboard box beside it, its beautiful wings fluttering slightly.

"You go back first. Hurry up, go back to your own time and space. I'll go find Bellini..." Vincent's voice came out, this is his patron saint, his voice hesitated for a few seconds, "Before I go back, I The memory of time travel will be eliminated, so as not to obtain too much information and affect the future timeline. You can rest assured about this."

Malfoy clutched the Time-Turner in his hand.

If the plan was not successful, then the parting just now might be the last time Malfoy saw him.Vincent thought so.

This plan is very risky, and he himself is not sure whether he can save his life three years later.

Perhaps, by retaining memory and planning everything in advance, it is more likely to save your life.

Can……

From Bellini and Malfoy's attitude towards him, and the few short descriptions about the future in a few hours, Vincent felt that after three years, he became much more cheerful.It's definitely not the introverted or even gloomy personality like it is now.

Maybe just for himself like that, at this moment, he is worth taking a risk.

He still remembered the ending of the fairy tale that Helen told him countless times.Under the dim light in the bedroom, Helen was holding the book "Beedle the Poet", the paper had already been rolled up.Her profile is infinitely gentle in the dark light.

Her mad vengeance.His gloomy principles of life.The indifference of his previous life...has been combined now, and he can't tell the original source of his emotions, can't tell which of all the world-weary, all the anger, all the escaping emotions are inherited from the blood, which belong to him and which belong to the previous life.

I just remember her cold and loving voice of reading at that time.

she says:

"The girl took a step back. Her gaze shifted from her shriveled heart to the wizard's handsome face. She felt a rage at being deceived by false and stupid duplicity.

'nausea. ' she accuses.Angrily left.

The wizard looked down at his heart in the box suspiciously.

That heart has been placed in the icy cellar for a long time, unable to hear moving music, unable to feel the love of relatives, and more importantly... It has been a long, long time since I felt the brilliance of love, and it has shrunk so much.

She is really picky.thought the wizard.From then on, he never had the idea of ​​looking for a mistress again. After decades, he died alone.I didn't feel anything bad until I died. "

Helen once asked him about this, do you think this wizard is lucky or unlucky.

Vincent felt that since the heart cannot experience emotion, it is meaningless to talk about its feelings.However, I have never owned those things. From the perspective of others, I still feel a little regretful.

To put away emotions and get a relaxed fate, or to follow his own healthy heart flowing with bright red blood-this question, Vincent three years later, undoubtedly chose the latter.He didn't want to watch his relatives and friends still be shackled by fate, so he took a big risk on himself.

Vincent decided to respect his future self's choices.

He loved that story.Not to mention this meaningful crystal box, which is in his pocket right now.People can't keep going the wrong way, can they?

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"So, do you want to experience that kind of emotion?" Helen put down the book and turned off the lights.The faint blue moonlight spilled into the room.

"You mean love? Of course, why not?" Vincent said seriously. "It's a wonderful nuisance, in the sense of the book. I hope it's not too much trouble, at least, not more than the good it can bring."

"Then no one can guarantee that."

after awhile. "Have you thought about what kind of castle mistress you want?"

Vincent didn't have to own a castle, but he knew it was a metaphor.It didn't take long for him to have a concrete vision.

"I wish she could be more squeamish."

Helen never expected this.

Without waiting for her to urge her, Vincent went on to say: "Perhaps, when we have any conflicts, she will complain—to complain endlessly about how she was selflessly and sweetly loved by the whole family in the past."

"I think I would like to hear her talk about this kind of thing." Vincent smiled.He was portraying a child who grew up in an incredibly happy family.

She will have pampered eyes, wild arrogance, and even a little weak under the doting.But it doesn't matter, he is strong enough.

Helen gently brushed Vincent's hair, and leaned on the side of his bed. "Sorry." He was a good boy.He deserves to be the apple of the eye of the whole family.

Vincent said, "No need to apologize. That's fine, Mom. Really, it's good enough."