[hp] stay out of it

I was half-asleep and half-awake, leaning against the wall to take a nap and rest, and when it was almost dawn, even Malfoy, who was very angry because his innocence was implicated, couldn't resist the sleepiness, and fell asleep on the floor.

When I first arrived here five hours ago, I looked around the house, except for the gray walls and furniture, the cobweb corners and furniture.

A house that has been empty for many years.

It seemed to be just an ordinary home that had once belonged to Muggles - though after seeing the Whites' disguised, non-wizardous house, I'm not sure about such things.

The end of that guiding portkey spell was just a rotting flowerpot in the corner of this dilapidated house, fading away as soon as we arrived.

Vincent has been here before, but the question is, what is he doing here—is he actually French?Also, several of the men who sought to seize the Whites' house on Fran Street spoke with French accents.I had tried in vain to find out who Ms White really was, and it now appears that I might have been mistaken: the mother and son might not be British after all.

After Malfoy fell asleep, I recovered my energy and took out the so-called "Ms. White's" relic from my arms - the ordinary donkey skin bag.

I was hunted down and fled from England to France, and I got involved with Master Malfoy's crystal box.

On the exquisite lock head, a diamond-shaped ruby ​​is used to buckle the gap, and the contents inside can be vaguely seen through the clear crystal case.

It's not like there's black magic.I gently opened the box, and there was a black gemstone in it - something that looked equally luxurious and precious. I picked it up and played with it for a while, but I didn't find anything special, so I put it aside, and then looked away. To another object: a delicate little glass bottle.It doesn't look like anything special, but what attracts attention is the stuff in its stomach—the slowly swirling mist, exuding the feeling of time precipitation.

It is memory, and judging from its density, it has a lot of content.

I thought about it, and started to prepare to read the things needed for memory. Just as I finished casting a spell on a simple basin that was summoned by a summoning spell, Malfoy sat up suddenly, panting heavily, I don't know when he was sweating profusely, with his blond hair sticking to his forehead in a mess.

"Having a nightmare?" I poured the contents of the glass bottle into the basin and stirred it with my magic wand, "Do you want to hear a story?"

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someone's memory.

It was pitch black all around, and there was a strong wind outside, and sometimes a bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the surroundings in a miserable light, and one could vaguely tell that the memory happened in a certain room.

Suddenly a black shadow came in from the window, followed by a few muffled noises, and the light emitted by several spells tossed in the darkness for a while, and then there was no sound...

After a while, a familiar voice sounded: "Hey, listen to me, I have no malicious intentions..."

There is no echo in the darkness.

"Then I'll turn on the light...if you don't mind..." the voice asked tentatively.

After another two or three seconds of silence, there was a chirping sound, and the flames in the fireplace blazed up, and the warm orange-yellow light cast a chill on the room, which looked like a living room.There were two people standing in the middle of the ground. The young man who showed his hands after lighting the fireplace was a bit embarrassed, covered in mud, and looked like a reckless intruder.However, he has a handsome face, and his bright and hopeful eyes are worried about other troubles at the moment. In this kind of weather, he is still standing there straight after being soaked, not hiding his natural beauty. elegant.

Sirius.

And the witch holding her wand at him doesn't seem to be the owner here, because judging from the traces in the room, she is just lying naked on the sofa in this deserted house. The garbage left behind by fast food.Her brown curly hair is elegant and charming, her cheeks are defined and resolute, and there are a few traces of tiredness hidden in the depths of her eyes. A simple rope on her chest is connected to a metal buckle, which fits securely with a black gemstone.

Familiar facial features.My only memory of those facial features is the corpse that collapsed in the front hall after three years of weakness.

In this memory, Sirius is still as handsome as he should be, and Vincent's mother is still young and beautiful, far from being a mother.

She looked at Sirius in some surprise for a few seconds, and then it seemed that she judged that he was not an enemy based on an intuition without reason. She put away her wand, and casually fell on the sofa: "British, huh?"

Sirius acquiesced, closing the gaping windows, drawing the curtains, and carefully peering outside from the corner.After a few glances and seeing nothing, he strode over to the other sofa to sit down and began to dry himself magically.

The witch fell back on the sofa, with one hand behind her head, and the other touching the black gemstone on her chest, looking at the cautious Sirius, smiling gloatingly: "I heard that the situation in Britain has not been very good in recent years. ..."

Sirius raised his eyebrows, glanced at the food packaging bag left by the witch in front of the sofa - it was obviously a very simple dinner due to the escape, and replied bluntly: "France is very peaceful. "But you're obviously not having a good time.

She heard Sirius' taunt, but she didn't get angry, instead she turned her head, looked at Sirius, and speculated with great interest: "This place is already far away from the English Channel, you have been chased so far... You are very important?"

Sirius was noncommittal, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about you?"

She smiled, and her eyelashes trembled: "Yes, I am indeed important, as long as I am not." She paused for a moment, then pulled the black gemstone on the rope indifferently, "Throw away this stone."

Sirius didn't seem to get her point, but he wasn't about to get to the bottom of it, and apparently he wasn't going to share his secret with his newfound wizard in return.

The two wizards who met by chance in a hurry should not have any further intersection, but when Sirius used his magic wand to direct the sofa cushions to go to the corner to rest, the atmosphere became a little subtle.

Apparently there are chemical substances called hormones that are creating an ambiguous atmosphere in large quantities.

The two people looked at each other more and more intensely, and after a certain critical point, she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his collar, pushing him onto the sofa.He didn't resist, and fell back gently, his eyes were bright in a different way.The two heads came together for a passionate, masterful, demanding kiss.

When they parted again, the hair of both of them was messy and beautiful.There are long crystal clear arcs on the lips of the two of them.

The two looked at each other calmly and with smiles on their faces, and they read something similar from each other's eyes, and they both admired each other.

Without warning, both of them raised their wands at the same time - good wizards never leave their wands, no matter when - two spells of different colors knocked down something on the fireplace, it bounced a few times, rolled It entered a dark corner where the light of the fire could not reach, but it still shone brightly in the dark.I took a few steps up to see what it was.

At this time, the left hands of the two people were still stroking each other's cheeks.

smile at each other.

Sirius leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to continue..."

What responded to him was the sound of the buttons of his clothes being ripped off.

The orange, warm firelight is jumping... There is a violent storm outside the house, lightning and thunder...

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This memory seems to have a long follow-up, but Drake forcibly dragged me out, interrupting the beauty in the orange room.

"You still want to stay in there?" Draco looked a little unnatural, "Those two people are you..."

"There are a lot of memories in the bottle, not just that one, I..." I stopped talking, and looked down at the box I snatched from those strange hunters - it was just now and the perseverance was captured by the two wizards. Knock things off.The crystal box lay quietly in my hand, emitting a quiet and beautiful light.

Why would they shoot down something that seemed innocuous?

I knocked on the box and read: "The original form is revealed."

Nothing happened.I looked at this thing suspiciously, and suddenly remembered the details when I found it in the mezzanine of the wall of my house: "This box has been in the corner of my house for at least three years, but it was like this when I found it, spotless—— "

"This is an advanced magic item!" Malfoy immediately realized the identity of the box.

In the previous memory, the two guys who had known each other for less than half an hour suddenly became interested for no reason, making the room brighten up. It was obvious that external forces were playing tricks, and the two wizards who were the protagonists also realized that There, wand out simultaneously after a deep kiss and knocked something down - the most suspicious case in the room, the one that hadn't been dusted by dust in years.

Realizing this, I shook my head, looked at the box, then back at Malfoy, ready to run away if there was any movement - but nothing happened.I waited for a while, calmed down a little, and then began to observe this crystal clear thing carefully again, guessing whether its function would be to produce a large number of hormones or something else, but it did not work for all my spells For a while, I had no choice but to stare at it.

Malfoy clicked impatiently in the living room, obviously impatient to leave for home, but I was helpless with this magical item with exquisite appearance and mysterious function, so I simply let it continue to stand in this living room and pack up my things Flipped out of the kitchen with Malfoy.

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It feels wrong to change to the third person, let’s change it back=,=