[hp] stay out of it

In the end, I managed to control the rampage of the curse, and I didn't fail at last.

As for the specific process of how to adjust the use of magic, I won't go into details, anyway, you Muggles can't figure it out anyway.

cough.

In the last few seconds, the brilliance dimmed, and the look in Jem Aaron's eyes gradually faded. He pushed back Jessica's bangs, kissed her forehead, and smiled softly. He said, "Oh, my Little girl...my Jessica...remember to follow in your mother's footsteps, your aunts' footsteps, remember to walk...don't think too much about me, I'm too, weak..."

Aaron fell into a cloud of dust in the living room, reflecting the flying dust, I seemed to see another happy, hopeful and transparent Aaron leaving with a smile.

I lost strength the moment the magic was removed, Sirius helped me up and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

It was only then that I noticed that my head was sweating, and I said "it's okay" while struggling to stand up straight, and met Aaron's eyes that had lost their luster.

I went forward and helped this guy close his eyes, knowing that there was one less person who knew Vincent so far.

Because the spell was not considered a success, most of the healing effect fell into the void. Jessica was just rescued from the hands of death, but her health was not fully brought back, but she was still sick Weary, but fortunately her breathing was relatively steady, which made us feel at ease.

"How?" Dumbledore asked, taking back his wand.

I brushed all my wet hair back from my head and said, "Something went wrong."

"What's the consequence?" Dumbledore sighed, "Although it's not exactly bringing the dead back to life, you saved a child who lost life...if..." If he didn't say anything later, it was probably because he remembered his personal affairs up.

Lupine carried Jessica into the nearest guest room, changed the quilt for her, and stepped back to listen to us.

Combining Vincent's memory and my own research experience, I gave an approximate situation: "The spell is not completely successful, and her life will be accelerated. Fortunately, the slow growth of vampires has buffered her, and her changes will not be slow. would be too obvious..."

I looked out from one side of the window and saw the setting sun on the horizon, and a half moon had already appeared on the other side of the sky, the first quarter moon.

"Life acceleration is not without precedent," said Dumbledore. "There are creatures that are very slow like vampires and elves, and there are also relative extremes... Maybe we can find a medicine to help fight the loss of life."

"I hope so," said Lupine.

"Okay, now that the matter has come to an end, I should go back to school," Dumbledore gently closed the door of Jessica's room, and said, "We have to look forward. At least on this Christmas Eve, Please make sure that you can have a better time."

Sirius shrugged and glanced at a slightly moved Lupine.Half-human beings who are rejected will always have recognition and sorrow for each other. I don't know how the experience of little Jessica will affect him.

Before leaving, Dumbledore suggested that if Jessica recovers well, she can come to Hogwarts to study in the future: "...In short, there will be no shortage of people to take care of her. Others in the Order of the Phoenix will also take care of her, I promise. So Vincent, you don't have to look worried."

The reason for this sentence comes from Jem Allen's serious request when he took Jessica to the living room.

He made me promise to take care of Jessica, "You can even take care of that crazy Helen - my little Jessica is very good, I know you can do it".His words may sound reasonable, but in fact, it is difficult to take care of a little life that has gone through tragedy. You have to consider her psychology, her nightmares, her fragility... There are people in this house who know how to take care of children ?Has anyone studied child psychology or something?And PTSD or whatever...

"Also, in theory—since what is lost is life, her mind will also grow correspondingly. Perhaps after so many things have happened, being able to spend her childhood quickly is also a good thing."

Dumbledore opened the front door, looked back at the somewhat silent atmosphere in the hall, and added: "Hey, these distressing things can't go away after a week. Back to the state before I brought Aaron here Well, that's it, Merry Christmas Eve, and Merry Christmas."

The door was closed, we glanced at each other, Sirius changed the topic: "Speaking of the state before the principal came... Where is Kricht? Why hasn't that uncontrolled elf come back?"

"Well, we forgot to tell the headmaster about Kerry leaving the house." Lupine bared his teeth.

I was reminded of the countless potential secrets that Klicher might have revealed.

Then he remembered the locket that should have stayed in the cabinet honestly.

It seems that this night we really have to put aside the annoying things for a while, and spend a peaceful Christmas Eve as if nothing had happened.

Back upstairs, we found Jessica's bedroom had been pushed back a little, and the little girl was watching us from behind.I didn't know how to explain to her the upheaval in her life after her own death, so I picked up the little angel that had just dropped on the floor and asked her, "Hey Jessica, shall we decorate the Christmas tree together?"

So we continued to decorate in what could be regarded as a half-ruined living room, hanging mistletoe on the broken beams, putting little balls around the crooked window frames, elk standing among the messy bricks, and the Christmas tree From the big hole in the ceiling all the way to the third floor, Jessica volunteered to run upstairs to install the little angel.As a result, Christmas here has a different kind of decadent and messy style-well, wizards don't care much about Christmas details anyway (or do they believe in God?).

The Christmas music in the NO.11 house next door is so loud that we can hear it here—it may also be because the living room lacks half of the outer wall, so in the praise songs of the Muggles, the four pairs of each other Most of the guys who were still strangers wished each other their blessings, and unfortunately saw the first-quarter moon through the snow-free sky, and started a little careful contact and understanding with each other.

It's different from the warm scene I imagined, but even though it's a bit weird and there are a lot of troubles waiting not far away, I'm still moved.I understand better, as Dumbledore told me, people have to accept the world, accept love and care, and then send love and care.

Everyone except little Jessica was a little drunk (of course I'm not allowed to drink, but I can always figure it out, can't I?), Lupine raised his wand, said a series of spells, and within sight (through half-face Wall, we have an excellent view of the scenery outside), Grimmauld Place is decorated with heavy snow, which is very suitable for the occasion.

"Not bad, Remus!" Sirius happily patted Lupine on the shoulder, and said, "I know you always do this—cover that ugly moon with rain and snow or something." .”

Jessica wanted to build a snowman, but Sirius generously released the spell on the other side of the broken wall. Heavy snow and air-conditioning suddenly poured in. It only took half a minute for the Christmas tree in the house to be covered with soft white snow. Perfect can be used as an example of a Christmas tree.

While everyone's attention was attracted by Jessica, I sat in the back and gulped a lot of whiskey.I poured a little into the snow and bricks on the floor.

Merry Christmas.

To all brave fighters.

(Not at all as warm as everyone hoped. The end of the Merry Christmas chapter)

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Jessica

Jessica has a family similar to others, not very big, but lively.

Her family includes: Dad Jem, Mom Susan, Aunt Debbie, and Jessica herself.The family's last name is Aaron, of course.

She sometimes feels that she is different from other children, for example, her mother does not allow her to go out after putting on makeup - usually her face will become less white and transparent after this step, and she wants to say that she likes her original skin color , Sometimes she would lie on her pink bed and study the tiny blood vessels in her arms, which were clearly visible because of the little covering skin.She studies the vessels and enjoys the satisfaction of seeing through herself.

For example, my aunt is always worried that she is thirsty, so she carries an opaque bottle with a fishy-sweet drink with her. Sometimes even if Jessica is not thirsty at all, her aunt will force her to drink a little, and then Jessica will fall into deep water. The feeling of satiety, to be honest, she does not reject this feeling.But when she drank too much, she always felt that she would be much more sluggish. She could no longer clearly hear the throbbing of the blood vessels of passers-by passing by outside the house, and she couldn't identify which of the neighbors around her smelled sweeter—of course, Even if she can't smell it, she still remembers it firmly. She has wanted to smell the elder sister Ruina of the house on the east side of the house for a long time. In her occasional thoughts, maybe she wants to kiss the big one that seems delicious. What about my sister?

For example, Dad always likes to use magic to darken the room, as if he is afraid of blinding Jessica's eyes.But as Jessica herself said—"It's just a bit harsh, the sun is attractive"—Dad always repelled Jessica's approach to the sun, as if it was some terrible monster.Sometimes my mother and aunt would laugh at my father's fuss, saying that Jessica is not a snow doll, and it's okay to get some sun, but my father still can't change his worry. "I like to keep it secret myself," he insisted. "It's okay with Jessica."

When she was a child, Jessica was not able to distinguish between the general seriousness of the adults, or the seriousness of facing an enemy; whether they came back from a normal job, or from an unknown battle; but even if she couldn't tell the difference , the difference still exists.The biggest difference is that the former usually does not bring disaster.

Before Jessica had time to experience her own childhood, catastrophe struck.One peaceful morning, Mom and Aunt suddenly yelled and ordered Jessica to go down to the cellar and leave by the passage under the special jar.

Jessica just drank a large glass of her favorite drink, but even though her senses were dull, she could still feel the fresh blood around the house, the beating heart, and the owner of these things, in full condition wizard.

She didn't have time to crawl into the cellar.She was hit by a spell flying in from the window as she was passing the corridor, and it wasn't long before she felt her heart /// go into the stake.It felt so painful, her excellent mechanism could feel every tiny burr on the tip of the stake, and then clearly feel the process of every cell screaming and being burned to death.

She didn't understand the situation before she died.Not knowing what was going on, not knowing that I was going to die, not knowing that my childhood - short but seemingly slower than the rest of my life - was coming to an end, at least happy and carefree That part is over.

The next second she found herself lying in the ruins, Dad Jem kissed her on the forehead, just like he used to do every day: a good morning kiss, a good afternoon kiss, a good night kiss, and Dad Seeing that Jessica would give her a sip when she suddenly became happy, she would usually unconsciously look at the side of Dad's neck, where the blood vessels always throbbed so powerfully.

Jessica's eyes fell on Jem's carotid artery habitually, and found that the beating there was weak this time, and it was still weakening with an obvious trend.

"...you have to follow in your mother's footsteps, aunts' footsteps, go on...don't think about me, I'm too weak..."

He is indeed weak.

Jessica didn't know what to do when faced with her father who was suddenly no longer strong. The only thing she could do was to remember every word said by the weak father.

Later she understood that weak can not only describe health, but also describe will and personality.But she firmly believes that her dad doesn't need to use weak to describe it anyway—well, maybe he was indeed losing health on Christmas Eve, but Dad's will, dad's character, Jessica will always be weak. Give the most beautiful and powerful adjectives, like mother, like aunt, and Aunt Heiqi who is always mentioned by the family (Jessica didn't know that aunt's real name was Helen at the time).

Dad disappeared after Jessica woke up again, but Jessica got a new brother.Vincent, he has wise and calm eyes, and Jessica thinks he is very safe and reliable.

New brother Vincent evades all of Jessica's questions.

"You will understand soon." Vincent said seriously.

"You always say that! Why don't you answer my question well?" Like all children, Jessica felt a sense of anger after being slighted.

Vincent put his hand on Jessica's shoulder and said, "I'm not kidding you. You'll get it really soon." Somehow, he seemed convincing, even if his answer would have been unbelievable in an ordinary family. It is the most insincere perfunctory.But Jessica, like all children, gave her trust easily, believing that she would soon understand all these problems.

The difference is that Jessica really understood it very quickly, unlike other children who spent a long and silly childhood ignorantly.

Jessica felt that she could understand a lot of things every day, and she had an enlightenment every day in Maosai.On January 24 of the following year, in the living room of NO.12 Grimmauld Place (they insisted not to celebrate Jessica's birthday at the dining table), Vincent, Uncle Lupine, Aunt Tonks, and Uncle Blake Jessica had her seventh birthday.They told Jessica that she wasn't fully human, and told her what a vampire was like, a creature her parents never mentioned.

"I don't think seven is old enough to accept that. She'll be scared to death of herself," Lupine whispered exasperatedly.

"She has a right to know that. And if you want to pile up all the truth and throw it at her when it's acceptable, that's what drives people crazy." Blake had the upper hand.

On February 24th, still in the living room in Grimmauld Place, Jessica squatted on a large rock that fell from the wall (it used to be a bust, and it is said that Vincent used a landscape ball to confuse the living room. like this) blew out her ninth birthday candles.On this day, she knew that she was carrying the deep hatred of the whole family, and what the riot on that bright morning represented.Knowing that his family was ruined, he blamed Boyle for revenge, the burglar who broke into Boyle's house-he used his house as a plot to turn the tiger away from the mountain, and blamed the other wizards who watched their house razed to the ground with indifference. ——Because my family members are not pure-bred humans.

On March 24th, Sirius finally failed to resist the complaints of other members of the Order of the Phoenix, repaired his living room, and removed the bust that fell to the ground that Jessica used as a special seat.On this day, Jessica turned 11 years old.She received an invitation from Dumbledore, hoping that she could come to Hogwarts to experience the school before the summer vacation started.Then she knew that she had died once, and that her father Jem used ancient magic to save her life, and he himself rushed to the underworld to reunite with his family.

On April 24, Jessica spent her thirteenth birthday in an empty classroom at Hogwarts, accompanied by Vincent and her new friends.The birthday this time was a bit rough, because a very bad event happened a few days ago, everyone was in a very low mood, and the atmosphere of this birthday was almost like a funeral.After the others had left—Vincent stayed, once a month—for Jessica, every two years—it was customary to tell her what she needed to know.Jessica, who had become equal and understanding friends with Vincent, made an exaggerated gesture and said, "Throw me the bad news. See how long it takes me to cry." Vincent There is no way to give Jessica a hug or a kiss as comfort as three months ago, but his calm eyes can still give people the greatest courage. "Maybe you realize you're different from everyone else - you go out on the night of the 13th and wake up to find yourself a size bigger..."

"Number two," Jessica said.

"You know that's just a metaphor," Vincent said. "The problem is, not everyone is like that. People don't grow big overnight. Normal growth takes a long time."

Jessica whistled, and then found her voice trembling: "No wonder I don't think you and Sirius are getting old..."

On May 24, Jessica and Vincent, who pretended to be their sisters and spent another month in Gryffindor, celebrated their 15th birthday at the Astronomy Tower.Vincent waited for Jessica to wake up after she fainted, and watched Jessica jump a few inches, and she was no longer a dry and thin little girl.

Jessica, 15, looked even more charming.

"Hey, I'm older than you." Jessica blinked and gave Vincent a harmless wink: "Little brother?"

"You have to control yourself, you're going to charm the boys from the three schools." Vincent sighed helplessly, and to Jessica's slight disappointment, he didn't seem to feel that Jessica was better than himself at all. Maturity with a one-year gap.

"Come on, even if Fu Rong has an ambiguous behavior with Dan Qi, there are several times more people who have a crush on her than me... I thought you always used strictness as the criterion for speaking." Jessica flicked her capable short hair, others The evaluation said that this sexy and Furong's fluttering long hair are the two extremes of beauty.She paused, poured herself a little red wine, waved it to the moon, and said in a flattering tone, "I find it incredible. I always keep up with new lessons—I mean , if you leave out the two-year gap in middle age. Other students would be pissed off if they knew I could learn this stuff in less than four months."

After chatting for half the night, both parties were a little drunk, and the atmosphere implied that it was time to reveal the secret of this month.Looking at the moon in the sky, Vincent spoke slowly, without preparation, and said bluntly: "You can only live to be 36 years old. Jem's last age...Sorry, Jessie, I don't know how to speak."

Jessica was silent for a long time, then she spoke, sounding nonchalant, as if she was just discussing a mandatory homework assignment: "I have ten months until I turn 36. Enough time for me to finish what I was meant to do gone."

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Friendly reminder: Jessica Xiaofanwai runs faster and ends on May 24.Then the plot of the next chapter returns to Vincent's normal timeline, starting from the end of the Christmas holiday (mid-January).

Original Timeline:

the year 1995.The first half of the year Harry was in fourth grade.

The second item of the competition on February 24

April [-] Easter.Another [-]-day holiday.

The third project of the June 24 competition

summer vacation at the end of june

September [-]st Harry fifth grade