[hp] stay out of it

Leaving the principal's office, there are still a few hours before the appointment to see Jessica.I patted the gargoyle on the head and decided to go straight in and ask Malfoy what he meant by those few words he said to Bruce.

Bruce warned Malfoy not to mention Helen again, but Malfoy sarcastically said indifferently: "If you have the guts to do it yourself, don't be afraid of being mentioned..." It didn't sound like it was referring to what Bruce was messing around with now, but it seemed to be related to Helen.

When in doubt, ask for proof.

So I went to guard the door of the Slytherin lounge again.After waiting for about 10 minutes, a young Slytherin of the lower grade pushed away from the stone wall and walked out. I reached out to block him and asked him if he knew Malfoy.

"Of course I know," the little boy said proudly. From his expression, Malfoy seemed to be a famous figure in Slytherin - but yes, he was really pushy...

"Is he in there now?" I pointed to the inside of the Slytherin lounge.

"You belong to Ravenclaw," the little boy gave me a wary look, "what do you want him for?"

"As you can see, I'm Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor, so I'm not here to ask for trouble. Stop talking nonsense, go and help me get him out." I was surprised that this guy recognized him I, then grabbed the kid by the shoulders and pushed him back to their lounge.

After about half a minute, the stone wall was pushed away again, and Malfoy came out first, followed by his respectful juniors.

"You're looking for me? What are you doing?" Malfoy crossed his arms and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"I'm here for trouble," I said.

"Huh?" Malfoy frowned, "I don't have time to play games with you. I have things to do." He turned around and prepared to go back to his lounge.

"Busy about your little plots with Bruce?" I said.Then Malfoy paused, turned around and said slowly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, of course, of course you don't know what I'm talking about. That incident has absolutely nothing to do with you, and you won't be responsible for that incident." I pretended to quote the two sentences he yelled at Bruce, and then stiffened. Face asked him, "—oh, what do you think we're talking about?"

Malfoy glared at the stunned little boy next to him, said fiercely, "Go and do your own thing." Then he said to me sullenly, "Come with me." We walked into the nearest The classroom of the Potions classroom.

Malfoy spoke first, and asked warily, "What do you want to know."

"I'm not interested in your sneaky little plot with Bruce," I curled my lips. "Tell me, what do you mean by those words that made Bruce mad?"

Malfoy froze for a moment, as if he had completely misunderstood the question I was about to ask him.

Seeing him like this, I was a little skeptical: "By the way, what the hell are you and Bruce doing? I heard from Dench that you didn't even spend Christmas at school?" The reason why Dench mentioned Malfoy casually Didn't go to the Yule Ball, mainly complaining about Miss Parkinson, who seemed more aggressive because of the temporary disappearance of her dance partner.

"You just said a second ago that you weren't interested. Then don't ask too much." Malfoy said angrily, "As for that idiot Boyle, ask him yourself. See if the informer is How did you push the mother of both of you to a dead end." After speaking, Malfoy opened the door and hurried away, as if a dementor was chasing him.

I'm really too lazy to ask him about his hidden things, and I still need to digest the information he threw at me - Bruce has something to do with Helen's death?

The Bruce before I sincerely told my nostalgia and longing for my mother Helen on the Astronomy Tower?

I scratched my head.Malfoy didn't seem to be lying to me, but it sure sounded pretty outrageous.I remembered the donkey skin bag that Bruce ran to Boyle's house to retrieve, and most of the memories contained in it had obviously been taken away-does it have something to do with this incident?Could it be that Helen left some message for the real Vincent, which was taken away by Bruce? ——Then why did he give me back the rest after taking away the memory?Apparently, it would have been wiser for him to pretend he hadn't taken anything, and not even have left evidence that he had been at Boyle's house on the day of the murder.

I found that I really don't understand this guy.Everything he does seems to contradict itself.

What happened next needs little description.

We had a pretty hilarious ninth birthday for Jessica.A five-year-old who didn't understand anything last month, a little girl who just had her seventh birthday last month, knows a bit of common sense, studies hard to keep up with her own growth, and now celebrates her nine-year-old birthday ——For us, her birthday is really more like a ceremony to commemorate the time-completely unaware that normal people usually only grow one year old every year.For Merlin's sake, she thinks we're mostly the same because we're too old to grow, so nothing noticeable has changed.

Jessica shook Harry's hand solemnly after blowing out the candles, and seriously wanted to discuss with Harry her experience in dealing with her sworn enemy.We were all taken aback, thinking that she didn't care about anything, but it turns out that she has been holding back revenge in her heart?

"I'm going to be 11 soon. I can't be too lazy on the goal of revenge, can I?"

Everyone didn't know what to say for a while. We tried to persuade her not to put all her mind and life on revenge, but she kept Mr. Aaron's words in mind: "Follow in the footsteps of mothers and aunts... Injustice, of course the enemy must pay in blood."

Her life was so hasty that she didn't come to feel the good things in it at all, but she was only thinking about the blood debt.As she grew older, her abilities also increased rapidly, and this idea was strengthened exponentially.

On March 24, Jessica readily entered the school.We made up an identity for her: Jessica Kerton, the youngest daughter of a family about to move to the UK, with several sisters on top of her, who is lingering in Finland and may soon be able to start school too .

So one morning at the end of March, there was a little girl at the Gryffindor table, and Professor McGonagall led her to introduce to other Gryffindors.Seeing her shyly blending in with her new classmates, I turned my gaze away and landed on this issue of the newspaper.

The Daily Prophet devoted a small space to the obituary.Alan Jefferson Baker of the Ministry of Magic died in an accident while on duty.Frowning at this familiar name, I finished my breakfast absent-mindedly, and didn't remember who this person was until the class bell rang.

Messy hair, dark circles under the eyes, poor Muggle disguise.The first living wizard I met in this world four years ago.He was investigating Helen's case at the time, and Professor McGonagall seconded him to help me deal with my admission.He dutifully helped me with a lot of things that I needed to take care of before school, and even sent me to the Hogwarts Express after work.According to the obituary, he came back after working overtime in the early morning, hit a Muggle wearing a "hang glider (a tool for Muggles trying to fly short distances)", caused an accident, fell from his broom, and died unfortunately.

If this hadn't happened to someone I knew, I would have definitely laughed it off as a joke for a while.

I observed a moment's silence for Mr. Baker, but I didn't expect his death to cause me so much trouble.The cause was still the Daily Prophet. I feel honored that Sketa, who has always only focused on famous people to criticize and slander, somehow noticed me, so I became the headline of this newspaper the next day.

"The Muggle Ms. White died mysteriously, and the son of Sirius was once the prime suspect."

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