[hp] stay out of it

Over the next few days, Douglas would occasionally leave his comfortable room to vent his anger in the dark, dank basement.Helen made the Boyle family miserable, and Douglas was undoubtedly the man who suffered from internal and external attacks-whether he wanted to or not, he was once Helen's husband.

Douglas's feelings for Helen are very delicate, because he is a supporter of the theory of pure blood, and Helen is a crazy defender of equality for all, and maybe he thinks that pure blood is more ignorant and useless.But in his words, he was indeed full of jealousy towards Sirius... Merlin's pants!Sirius may have long forgotten the woman he met by chance many years ago, but for this, he was innocently cursed by Douglas hundreds of times.

And I, who had inherited his son's body—although he never realized it, and I didn't much like to admit it—was even more unlucky, having to endure the blows and kicks of a violent Douglas.After he got tired of the topic of Helen, he would turn around and think about the task Richard Boyle gave him: set out the porcelain stone magic.

That's when the abuse was even more excruciating, because I had to endure a spell over and over for something that I had no way of knowing - I mean, thanks to his spell, I felt like my mind was blown.

In addition to the increasingly intense headache, I also gained something else during the period. Vincent's memory did not seem to leave with his soul, but sank under the deep water of memory.Every time Douglas walks away and I start to rest and relax, these memories slowly unfold and come to mind.

Among them, the magic about porcelain stone will also appear in memory. At first, it was rare, but this kind of content has become more and more recently-Merlin is looking after me. Among the first wave of porcelain stone magic that emerged, there is a For these situations: a time-limited amnesia spell.

In fact, after seeing this magic, my first reaction was not to learn it immediately, but to find out what the person who recorded the porcelain stone magic thought, a time-limited amnesia spell?Could it be to avoid the eyes of his wife who had to face him after drinking flowers and wine?

Vincent's memory told me one thing: Helen is indeed a crazy woman.

For some unknown reason, in order for Vincent to learn porcelain stone magic early, she adopted special means to exercise his magic power and magic experience: using the Imperius Curse to manipulate him, forcing Vincent to challenge his potential again and again, cast Send out one difficult spell after another.It exactly matches what I said unintentionally in front of Dan Qi.

Helen, a crazy woman with crazy thoughts, I get to know her more and more in memories full of revenge and desperation.

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Vincent opened his eyes. Today is Sunday, and he slept until almost noon.When he opened his eyes, he saw a few Muggle high school leaflets on the table that he had studied last night.He curled his lips, because he thought of when he was in elementary school, he was repeatedly injured because of his mother's divergent magic experiments, and had to ask for leave frequently.And when this phenomenon gradually eased, he started to set off to France with his mother again, to deal with her mother's enemies one by one.

Only a third of the names on Mom's long list had been crossed off now, and according to her, the last boys named Boyle or Bonnet were the trickiest because they were the purebloods with the best resources.

Vincent now knew what pure blood meant to the "White family."

He looked at the flyer at the top. Those Muggle students were to wear a brown-red tuxedo, orange knickerbockers, and a straw hat.

Vincent didn't really care what Muggle school he was going to - it was just a stupid thing to do to avoid the eyes and ears of the neighbors - he only cared about this family, just his own and his mother's home.Although sometimes he would fantasize about the return of the Dark Lord, so that his father could be released from prison and become the most proud wizard under the Dark Lord...

But mother would probably quarrel with him in this way - after all, the Dark Lord is also a pure-blood.

Every time he came to this contradictory place, Vincent stopped his unrealistic fantasies: it would be better to prepare more about how to deal with the next person on the list.

Vincent made the bed when he heard the door knock downstairs.He went down the stairs and saw that his mother, who was supposed to be watching Doctor Who in front of the TV today, had brought back a lot of things, and Mr. Lecter next door also helped to bring a lot.Vincent was used to Helen's sudden whims, and she didn't surprise Vincent a lot when she brought back a corpse all by herself one winter, and the only surprise was that Helen didn't call him for that errand. ("Oh, Vincent, I'm sorry. I was drinking and suddenly wanted to find this Mr. Gerry," Helen explained. "His bones would make a beautiful Halloween decoration". Vincent T. pouted, found the long list, and crossed out Mr. Gerry's name.)

"Oh, thank you so much, Joshua."

"Well, it's nothing. My pleasure, Hei Qi," Mr. Lecter left happily. "See you, Vincent!"

As soon as the door was closed, Helen put away her smile, shook her hair and complained, "If he hadn't appeared, it would be easy for me to take these things by myself."

"Mom, you're casting magic in the Muggle neighborhood again," Vincent smiled, and once again caught her breaking his own rules, he went downstairs and moved things to the living room with Helen, "You said to be careful The magic test of the British Ministry of Magic."

"A floating spell is nothing. Rules are meant to be broken," Helen pulled out a scarf from a paper bag and threw it at Vincent, skillfully putting it on his head. "Why are you so honest? Not at all. like me."

Helen watched happily as Vincent stumbled on the door frame because his eyes were blocked by the scarf: "Maybe you are like your father—only criminals who are too honest will be locked up in prison."

Vincent ignored Helen's argument about "criminals and prisons", and took off the scarf on his head after resting the package in his hand: "Is this for me?"

"Yes, yes," Helen waved again, and a large pile of things fell onto the blanket in the middle of the living room and spilled all over the floor. She knelt down in front of Vincent excitedly, wrapped him up carefully, and tapped her wand. , a full-length mirror appeared in front of the fireplace, "Grey and dark blue, I think it suits you very well! What do you think?"

"Hot," Vincent said.

Helen was silent for a while, pretending that she didn't hear what Vincent was saying, then turned around and started flipping through the pile of mixed products again.Vincent silently went to untie the scarf, only to find that Helen had tied a knot just now.

Helen unwrapped the biggest package - Mr. Lecter looked at it several times before leaving - and put it in front of Vincent: "Look, the latest broomstick, the Nimbus 2000."

Vincent couldn't talk, his eyes were covered by the scarf: he tried to take it off his head without undoing it, but it stuck there, messing up his dark gray curls. Messy.

When he finally took the scarf off his head, he found Helen pinning a badge on her T-shirt: "Does anyone in our family like to play Quidditch? If that broom comes in handy, we'll have to give it to our neighbors." The Shashi Forgetting Curse... what is this?"

"The badge of Ravenclaw." Helen said happily.

"Spicy Venclaw?"

"Ravenclaw," Helen said, taking out a book from under the tea table, "I woke up this morning and suddenly thought, oh my god, you're going to be eleven soon. It's about going to wizarding school. "

"But Mom," Vincent was a little surprised, "we've mentioned this issue, didn't we say that it's ok to go to a Muggle school like Mestings? Besides, I know what is worth learning in a magic school. "Mother and son never considered being in the wizarding world again.

Helen patted the book: "I thought so at first, but you see, 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has four houses... The representative colors of Ravenclaw are blue and bronze'——Bronze The color is dark gray with a little bit of blue - 'the logo is an eagle' - we both love eagles... this college is so good for you! You have to go!"

"Mom, you are the one who likes eagles." Vincent looked down at the introduction to the magic school in the book, "I like eagles."

Helen once again ignored Vincent's words: "In this case, I will buy you a lot of things—you can't let your new classmates look down on you. Also, just in case, we have to go to Ollivander Don't forget to buy you a new wand there..."

"I like my wand now."

"That wand of yours casts too many offensive spells, it's not good to be discovered."

"I can say you passed it on to me."

"I wouldn't cast such a bland spell," Helen said, "It's too weak, and I would be even more ashamed."

"But this school is a boarding school," Vincent saw a certain place, "I can't accompany you to France. There are more than half of the people on the list..."

"It's okay, we'll leave them alone," Helen said.

"Wh... what?" Vincent almost threw the book on the ground, "What do you mean don't care?"

"My child can't be a freak." Helen dug out a large number of bronze and blue decorations, and seemed to have suddenly become a Ravenclaw fan. "Other children will know that you are the best. You still You will find a lot of friends in the school..."

Vincent blinked his eyes, and knew where Helen's words came from: "I don't care if those little Muggles call me a freak. I don't want to find friends." Watching Helen dig out a postmodern Gray and blue wizard hat, he stepped back half a step and added: "I may not be able to enter... Ravenclaw."

"Of course you can get in," Helen put the hat on Vincent's head without any explanation, "Ravenclaw has always only accepted the brightest students - that's you, good Vincent."

Vincent shivered, and the hat on his head pretended to shout: "Who can go to Ravenclaw? This little wizard can!"

"Oh, I forgot about that," Helen took out a box from the bottom of the paper bag, opened it, and saw that it was a ball of ice cream shining with a magical luster, which showed no sign of melting on such a June day. "Thanks to Merlin and his magic, it's still edible." She took the book back from Vincent's hand and gave him the ice cream: "For Ravenclaw's sake, go to the magic school, the school will definitely It was so much fun, I've always wanted to go."

"Haven't you been to school?" Vincent licked the ice cream.

"No," Helen said, feeling depressed for a moment, "I have been taught by the tutor hired by Bonnet. I have never been to a magic school."

"Oh," Vincent looked at Helen anxiously, "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll go. But if you're going to France, you must call me, I will ask for leave."

Helen's smile immediately burst into a big smile, and she ignored Vincent who still had a large ball of ice cream in her hand, and hugged Vincent: "Oh. Haha! I knew you would go back! Ravenclaw will feel that because of this honored!"

"Mom, you lied to me again!" Vincent shouted dissatisfied, and Helen happily rocked him back and forth.

Helen dug out a bunch of books, about how to interact with people and how to deal with all kinds of people, and gave them all to Vincent, as if he had never dealt with people in his life.

"I went to Madam Malkin's robe store and asked them to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, but they insisted on measuring your figure yourself." Helen proposed two sets of robes and other clothes, "I conjured a Your dolls, let them measure quickly."

Vincent imagined that when Helen waved her magic wand when she was impatient with the store clerk, and turned into a puppet of the same height, the expression of the people in the store: "Mom, that's the magic in the porcelain stone, you have to be careful. "

Helen smiled proudly and complacently: "So what if they are discovered, they are as slow as a squib."

"You'll do really well in school," Helen said with a flying look. "Oh, you know what, Vincent, I'm already imagining that I'll be standing on the platform to pick you up in June. Parents of other students will Talk to me, and I'll tell them my kid is No. 1 at Hogwarts, the most handsome one in the first year!"

Vincent looked back at the mirror and nodded in agreement.

"Smelly!" Helen slapped Vincent on the head.

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At night, Vincent was in his bedroom. On the floor were things related to magic at home, including the two sets of Hogwarts school uniforms, and a name tag with his name written on it.

She always does what comes to her mind, Vincent picked up the robe and looked at it, thinking.

Because Helen had never thought of entering the field of vision of the wizarding world, Helen cast a spell to shield magic fluctuations in this house, and tried to avoid using magic in this block. Now, on a whim, she wanted Vincent to go to Hogwarts. But in this way, the Ministry of Magic never knew that there was a little mage with magical talents here.So Helen planned to disguise Vincent as a sudden burst of magic talent: spread a lot of magic traces nearby, and prepared a statement, ready to claim that White accidentally fell from the attic, and only then did he appear extraordinary.

Because he was worried that the wizard in charge of the entrance instructions would be too sharp, or something else, Vincent, who had always been cautious, planned to collect and dispose of all the magic-related things in this house, and the unworn school uniform robes were also returned. To this category, it will now be destroyed.

Vincent sighed, picked up the scarf, hesitated for a moment, and put it aside.Waving his wand, he accurately recited the Vanishing Curse.He looked at the wand in his hand, and uttered an obscure spell. The wand in his hand gradually disintegrated, and finally turned into fine dust and disappeared in mid-air.

The wizard who invented the spell must have been a wandmaker who continued to destroy failed products, Vincent surmised maliciously.

There was a noise in the hall, Vincent clapped his palms and walked out. Standing on the stairs, he saw the dusty Helen, and was taken aback for a moment: "Mom, why did you go to France again?"

Without warning, Helen raised her wand and cast a malicious spell.Vincent dodged subconsciously, and looked up blankly. Helen had the same expression as before, but there was an imperceptible sense of alienation.

Vincent immediately realized that it was the Imperius Curse that he was familiar with.Another spell, a killing curse.

Vincent barely escaped, the sudden change made his head empty, turned and ran upstairs.The wand self-destructed just now, and Vincent had never felt so flustered. He had never left the wand since he was born, and now he had to face a terrifying opponent he was so familiar with. Without the wand, there was no chance of winning!

He will not give up just now, he has experienced so much by his mother since he was a child... Hiding behind the door of his own bedroom, Vincent planned to wait for Helen to take her wand away the moment she entered the door.

Helen put on her slippers leisurely when she entered the door, and Vincent heard the sound of slapping... He used to follow behind his mother to deal with others, and never had the opportunity to feel Helen's terror head-on, and now he really faced her , feeling her familiar, flamboyant, oppressive murderous aura, Vincent felt a little at a loss.

Helen didn't enter the door rashly, she cast the Revealing Charm, and Vincent found himself being shown by a bright light—even though the Imperius Curse was cast on her, she was still so watertight.

She entered Vincent's bedroom, and instead of being taken away by Vincent, she successfully cast the ice spell on Vincent.The effect of her spell was much stronger than that of Vincent on Bruce. Vincent felt his internal organs were frozen into a ball, "I almost killed Bruce with this spell... I am going to die under this spell now." On...?" This thought flashed through his mind, he staggered back a few steps, fell on his own bed, rolled back again, and fell powerlessly to the bed on the other side with the quilt and scarf on the bed. on the ground.

Helen followed and confirmed his death.

Vincent looked up at his mother with sadness and panic about it all...

My mother has sunk half her life because she killed her friend, and now she killed herself...

Vincent didn't want to die at the hands of his mother...

He breathed out a breath of cold air, looked desperately into Helen's eyes, and turned his mind. He only had time to say one word: "Mom...", he wanted to tell his mother that he didn't blame her, but what finally showed in his eyes was not forgiveness, but unwillingness.

Breathing stopped.

Vincent's perspective broke away from his body and floated in the mid-air of the room.

At the same time, Helen broke free from the powerful Imperius Curse, and she saw the child on the ground.

Helen took a few steps back, and the unbearable grief fell again. Her eyes were fixed in a daze, and the corner of her mouth was half a smile, and she let out a low sob.Maybe she was going to go crazy in the next second, but at this moment, a sudden change happened, and Vincent on the ground suddenly had a little life—although not much, but it was firm and growing slowly.Vincent, who was floating in mid-air, saw himself on the ground slowly regaining his breath and hovering there stiffly.

Helen randomly picked up Vincent's body and stuffed it into the closet. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, she gave him several healing spells.Time is running out, she can't seem to resist the Imperius Curse for a long time... She hurriedly scanned the room, rushed to the window, and saw George Lecter, a child from the next door downstairs, she tapped the child with her wand, The child was walking like a marionette to the Whites' door, and she reversed her wand and cast a Confusion Charm on herself.

After everything was done, her movements suddenly eased, and her eyes drifted away. She looked around strangely and called out softly, "Vincent? Vincent, where are you going?"

Vincent, who was floating in the room, felt himself in the closet regain consciousness and began to move, but it wasn't him... His heart was filled with overwhelming panic and disbelief... What happened to him... His body was moving?Can not go back?

Helen grabbed the wand and walked away. Vincent followed subconsciously across the floor, and arrived at the hall with Helen. Helen, who was under the Imperius Curse, called George Lecter "Vincent" , George froze for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Mrs. White, I..." Helen ordered George Lecter to kill herself with magic, and then cast a killing curse on him.Both fell down.

While dying, Helen saw the mournful Vincent in mid-air, and smiled with the last bit of strength.

That's fine... Vincent thought, watching the benevolent, pearly white Helen who was no longer full of resentment float up... There is nothing to miss.

Just ...

never seen dad...

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I opened my eyes to find tears streaming down my face.

Wiping my eyes, I recalled all the magic spells that Vincent knew, on porcelain stones, ancient books, attacking, healing...

So the next time Douglas came in here, because he was unaware of me, and he was accustomed to approaching me and started punching and kicking, instead of casting magic from a distance, I had a chance to snatch his wand.

The Boyles' house has strong defensive spells that would most likely keep wizards out of it, and I didn't dare use any of the milder, possibly banned diversion spells.

The opportunity is only for a moment, and the most suitable magic will automatically pop up in my mind.I chanted the spell with all my strength, and finally left the cellar that had trapped me for half a month, and Douglas's wand burst because it couldn't withstand the overbearing magic—no wand in the record could withstand that powerful magic.

As I expected, I was a little disappointed to let the wand self-destruct, regained my mood, and decided when I was going to set up a decent tombstone for the White mother and son, and I looked back and saw the road sign.

This is a street in Marseille.

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The memory chapter is temporarily over, next time I can go back to Hogwarts XD