[hp] stay out of it

"Don't move," someone warned in a low voice from behind.

Draco was taken aback.It turned out to be Bellini. "Finally found you! Nothing happened, right?"

"I'm fine." Bellini pressed Draco lower, and the two of them only peeked out a little bit of their eyes from the grass.Almost a few seconds later, several Death Eaters came out of the house and looked around, welcoming the old hag into the house.

"Where's Vincent?" Bellini said, "The Order of the Phoenix hasn't come yet?"

"Vincent went to find Dench. He seems to have something..."

"I've already dealt with Danqi," Bellini said.He raised his hand to send away a patron saint of messengers.Draco realized that Bellini had changed a lot, and his tone and expression looked like a wizard who had been experienced for more than ten years.

Draco had to be alert. "What happened to your throat?"

"What's up?"

"A bit hoarse," Draco said.

"Oh." Bellini touched his throat: "There was an accident on the outskirts of London."

"The suburbs of London? What are you doing there?"

Bellini shook his head at Draco. He was watching the movements of Eve and other people in the house intently, and suddenly said, "I'll take a closer look. You wait here for someone else."

So suspicious, so suspicious!Draco didn't have much time to hesitate, he pulled out his wand abruptly, and tried to ask calmly, "Who the hell are you?"

Bellini was a little surprised by Draco's reaction. After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Oh, I almost can't remember..."

99 years ago, Department of Mysteries.

"Malfoy left first. You don't need to worry about him, just find the time-turner and leave." Vincent said anxiously to Bellini.

The wizards outside became more and more frustrated, and the spells showed no mercy.They even began to suspect that these children were sent by other countries for hostile missions.The exit of this room was blocked by more than a dozen wizards. Vincent had a chance to rush out, but it would be a bit difficult if he brought Bellini.They were stuck there for too long, and Bellini became more and more flustered. It was less than half an hour ago, and he was almost holding Vincent back.

With the situation reaching near despair, all of Bellini's composure evaporated.

"You can do it." Vincent tried his best to cheer up Bellini, but he just couldn't help getting more and more panicked.Vincent had other things to worry about, and he had to remember to give himself an Oblivion Curse, otherwise he would return to his own time with too many memories of the plan, and he would have to face a terrible order.

"I don't know how much time is left." Vincent bit his lip and cast several blessing spells on Bellini.If there is a means to increase courage, Vincent will definitely use it in large quantities.He estimated the time very accurately, the crystal box lit up not long after, and Vincent gave himself the Oblivion Curse in the last moment of leaving this time and space.

Leaving Bellini staring blankly at the place where he disappeared.

Well, this is what you get for being a hero.You were left here - nearly a hundred years from your own time.

Without Vincent's resistance, the Aurors tentatively entered and arrested Bellini.They repeatedly asked for his family's contact information, and Bellini stuttered. "I have no family."

"What about those two people who were with you just now?"

"only me."

Bellini spent several months in a Ministry cell, causing havoc in the Department of Mysteries as an apparent underage - his weak personality made him look years younger than he actually was Afterwards, Bellini not only did not enter Azkaban, but was also exempted from fines.Seeing that he couldn't answer anything, the people in the Inquisition almost began to think that his intelligence had been damaged by magic; the Department of Mysteries had nowhere to seek compensation for the loss, so they could only admit that they were unlucky.

Bellini would rather have been locked up for a while longer.Abandoned by the time-turner in an era that does not belong to him, Bellini has realized that his body will not grow old-will he be able to continue his 99-year-old life after 17 years?

The key question is not so far away, but just a few minutes later - what to do after being released?He didn't know where he was going: he was someone who didn't exist in this day and age.How would he make a living?He didn't know what he was good at, what job he could find, he didn't even know where he was going to sleep tonight after he walked out of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hey. You are our Ravenclaw intruder." A thin wizard stopped Bellini who was wandering in the exit hall of the Ministry of Magic. "What's wrong with him?"

The wizard who sent Bellini out said, "He's wreaking havoc in the Department of Mysteries—you know him? We've been trying to find his guardian for months."

"Unfortunately, I only saw him once." This was Florette.Bellini remembered that he had bumped into Yves' grandfather six months ago at school.He had warned them not to drag Yves into the water or something.

To be honest, Bellini still finds it inconceivable that he became an invader of Ravenclaw and the Ministry of Magic.

Bellini had no reason to continue to eat and drink at the Ministry of Magic. He left the hall dejectedly, thinking that he might have to go to his grandfather and grandmother (they should be students now), but this choice was wrong, he Know how this temporal cause and effect works.If he reveals his identity, it must be a kind of prophecy for the future, and this kind of prophecy will have an impact on the future world.

If their actions were not to fail, Bellini's correct choice should be to immediately stay in a Muggle town in the southern hemisphere for 99 years.

"I happen to be off work," Florette patted him, "Shall we eat together?"

"Huh? Have you graduated?"

"Yeah, when I saw you, I was preparing for the OWLs exam." Florette looked around: "Where are your two companions?"

Bellini said nothing.

At least the short-term board and lodging problem is solved.Bellini didn't give Florette much information, but he did say what was troubling him: that he couldn't always be as calm as his companion.

He always screwed things up.

"I believe in fate," said Florette.

"Because Florette has the prophesied blood?"

"Because everything has been decided here." Florette nodded his head.

Bellini nodded, with some perfunctory in it, Florette noticed.

"Previous choices made you who you are now," Florette said, "and every struggle now predicts who you will be in the future. I have no attitude towards a prediction or two from occasional burst of inspiration, but I strongly suggest that you do not spend time in Fight the thoughts in your head."

"I had nothing to struggle with," Bellini argued. "I knew where to go. I just...couldn't." His parents were heroes fighting to the end, and he would only back down from the odds.

"That's pretty good." Florette patted him on the shoulder: "That's pretty good. Either realize your own prophecy, or die on the way to realize it."

Draco stared at Bellini defensively.

Bellini recalled what he was like when he was 99 years ago, 16 years ago.

Proud of his parents, longing for himself to become stronger, and suffering because he was born without the courage of his friends.

"We promised old Florette to take care of his grandson, remember?" Bellini moved the corners of his mouth and said with a tentative smile, "I'm not a fake." He has gone through the chaos of the Wizarding War for 99 years, visited Through the historical sites and secret institutions related to time magic all over the world, the scars that disappeared and did not disappear all over the body have become medals.

He has become the kind of guy he dreamed of.

Solve Voldemort's last little trouble, and he's going to start his 17th all over again.

Draco didn't remember much about meeting Florette in the time travel not long ago.He vaguely remembered this incident, and before he had time to say anything, Bellini disappeared into the air. His disillusionment spell was excellent, and even when he moved under the sun, he did not produce many dissonant changes in light.

Draco looked into the open space in front of him, he knew Bellini was walking through it, he couldn't see it, and neither did the Death Eaters in the house.

Everyone's magic is better than mine.Draco sighed.