[hp] stay out of it

I looked at him and noticed what looked like blood on the hem of the stranger's shirt.There are deep bags under the eyes on the face, and the clothes are not neat, with a dusty look.

He looked at me twice, then waved his wand threateningly, and shouted, "Call Helen out, or I'll kill those two kidnapped children. They're with my partner now, if you're going to make them die ugly ..."

We were stunned for a moment, and Professor Dumbledore had been putting his left hand by his ear just now, as if he was listening to something. At this moment, he showed a little astonishment on his face, then smiled and put down his hand by his ear, and he said to Sirius: " He kept asking for this, threatening the missing student—I couldn't do it, so I brought him to Vincent..." He said, shaking his hand, and handed over the man's wand beautifully.

The other party was startled, and immediately said fiercely: "You will regret it, my companion will..."

"Your companion, do you mean Mrs. Rosmerta from the Three Broomsticks?" Dumbledore suddenly put on a gentle smile: "Sir, you are really not suitable to be a robber—I just got the news: the truth Come on, there is no kidnapping at all, right? You gave the children two bags of Galleons, and then you got rid of them and sat in the Three Broomsticks bar for a night without going back to school? Such a method is inevitable..." The principal coughed , the word he pressed under his tongue seemed to be "cute", but in order to avoid angering the wizard who was on the verge of collapse, he didn't say the word.

"So," I turned my head to look at the others, and realized that this question should be asked by me: "You are trying so hard to come to me? What's going on?"

The guy we labeled as "making a fuss" had red eyes, he ignored Dumbledore, and said through gritted teeth, "Anyway, I'm already in... Take the wand. I just need to find Heqiwhite, that Madwoman."

I unconsciously touched the little angel's head and said, "She's dead. So, if you want to take revenge or something..."

"Don't lie! Little guy, weigh what you want to say before you speak!" The anonymous man interrupted me, obviously not believing a word I said, and then he raised his voice and shouted into the house: "Helen? Helen! You lunatic, I know you're inside, get out!"

"You filthy bastards... Get out! My house!" Mrs. Black was startled again, and her screams were instantly responded by Anonymous. Lupine had to distract himself and knocked Mrs. Black unconscious.

"I kid you not. She died four and a half years ago, I saw it with my own eyes. She was under the Imperius Curse of the Boyles." I had to convince the guy of Helen's death.Announcing a death is never a good job.

"She did lose the news at that time..." The nameless person's eyes were slackened for a moment, and then he was obviously mobilizing all his rationality to deal with the news. "Is she really dead?"

I nodded.

Anonymous suddenly rushed up, as if he wanted to grab me by the collar and question me a dozen times, but he was grabbed by Sirius and pushed away.He stood there, his eyes swept over the several people present one by one, searching for signs of lying on our faces, and after seeing Dumbledore shook his head slightly in regret, he let out a whine.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh my god my my god..." Wuming held his head, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away, he swayed, and then slid on the ground against the wall. "We never knew..."

This response was a bit unexpected.Everyone thought that this guy was Helen's enemy or something, and tried their best to "kidnap" two students, insisting on seeing Helen, but they didn't expect that he would react like this after hearing the news of his death.

"You guys are lying...how could a lunatic like Helen die...she is so powerful..." Wuming suddenly choked up, and the four of us looked at each other.

It didn't seem good to leave a broken wizard whining in the hall, so after 3 minutes, I brought a cup of hot tea to the unknown person at the table: "Don't be too sad, drink something, that..."

"Aaron," he said.

"Okay, Mr. Aaron. As you may know, what she did in the past...was too dangerous, even if she missed her life..." I sat by the side, trying to comfort this sad messed up guy.

"All gone...all gone. I'm the only one left..." He drank the cup of hot tea sadly.

So after another 5 minutes, we sort of figured out what was going on.

"My wife, Debbie, and my sister have never given up supporting Helen." He tried to calm down, and then began to tell 17 years ago. "For so many years, Boyle's evil deeds are not her fault at all, she is the biggest victim-but since Smith stayed in the Arctic Circle and never came back, her so-called friends have dealt with them one by one. She drew a line..."

"But our family never gave up. We knew who she was. Warm, strong, and crazy—the kind of crazy that makes people feel hopeful. Debbie and my sister Susan also taught that unruly lunatic how to raise a baby - you have to be thankful for that, or she'll drown you in the tub from day one." Aaron showed a look like Crying smiley face.

"You are that Aaron! Jem Aaron? Are you Susan Aaron's younger brother? You look different from the original." I suddenly remembered that Helen did have such a behind-the-scenes team to help her do some spying. important work.Vincent has always known such people, and Susan Aaron is more familiar with them.But even if he only met this Aaron a few times, he still doesn't know what he looks like.

Aaron peeled off the skin from his face once, crumpled it up, and stuffed it back into his pocket. At this time, he showed the familiar face that Vincent remembered: "I have to do some camouflage...or I won't be able to reach U.K."

I haven't seen him for so many years, and Aaron is not much different from his memory. The biggest difference is that he is listless and his eyes are red.

"So, are you ready to tell us what happened? Let you chase Helen to England in a rage to avenge Helen - it sounds like you are quite good friends." Dumbledore asked.

Aaron took a deep breath and was silent for a long time, then squeezed the cup tightly in his hand and said, "They are all dead...my family, Debbie, Susan, and my five-year-old daughter Jessica."

Vincent remembered the friendly Aunt Debbie, the weird Aunt Susan, and the little sister Jessica who had only met once—she was still bubbling when Vincent saw her—these The memory was flipped out, clear and intense, for a moment I almost thought I was clumsily hugging that soft little Jessica myself.

"Debbie's apple pie is delicious." I said this suddenly, because my taste buds received the sweet taste just now.

As a result of saying something sensational that shouldn't be said, Mr. Allen whimpered, then shivered into a ball, unable to say a word for a while.

After he calmed down for a while, I said, "You came to us because the secret of what you have been doing for Helen has been exposed?"

"It's not that simple!" Jem Aaron slapped the table hard and overturned the black tea cups: "We have this kind of consciousness a long time ago, the consciousness of sacrificing for our friends-if it's just revealing our identities, I don't know much about it." Say a word, because this is loyalty!"

"Sorry," I said.

"It's nothing," Aaron suddenly calmed down again. He silently lifted the cup, and then held the porcelain teacup tightly with a force that was bound to crush it.

"November 23rd," he said quickly, as if those few words would burn him, "November 23rd, the Boyles raided our house. I'm not there until I get back , that area is already on fire... nothing remains of my house, except ash and shriveled corpses."

We looked at the radio, and invariably remembered the news just now: On November 23, someone invaded the Boyle house and stole the mirror and a package containing the crystal box Helen left for me.

——Why didn’t the intruders lose their lives in that heavily guarded mansion? The radio didn’t say it, but it’s clear now that someone used a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain and let the Boyles target Aaron’s house. , so that the pressure to act again will be much reduced.

I can think of more. On the night of November 23, Dan Qi and Benelli saw that Bruce seemed to be seriously injured, and he was helped back to the carriage by Elaine. Elaine also hinted that Bruce was indeed It was back to the Boyles' house.

Was Boyle the one who committed these crimes?

I frowned, because I didn't see Bruce as such a ruthless wizard from that week's contact.

"What was their attack? Did the Boyles explain it?" Lupine asked.

"Collaboration with the enemy, information trafficking, and crimes against humanity." Aaron said bitterly: "They know that Susan and Debbie are vampires. If they don't say anything else, even if they only have this status, people won't care about our family. How was it destroyed?"

Lupine's eyes darkened slightly.

Aaron continued: "These secrets... these things that can send our family to hell, have never been known by only Helen and you..."

"I never said anything," I said.

Aaron didn't speak, he added black tea to his cup depressed.

Sirius said, "Wait a minute, are you suspecting that it was Vincent who broke into Boyle's house last month?"

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if you still remember the foreshadowing I left, um, it was the eve of Chapter 41—if anyone wants to go back and read it...

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As for the way Vincent and his father get along, well, I don’t think Sirius will take care of his son like the decadent middle-aged man in the family ethics drama... First of all, he will definitely There is no need to question the responsibility of the father to the son.But more, emotional problems need to get along with and cultivate, and they won't be so acquainted right away, and they won't show too much emotion—after all, they are all men, so why talk so much, why should they care silently? is normal mode. .I think so XD