[hp] stay out of it

France, Limousin.The plateau is almost completely bare/exposed, and there are some wind-bent trees scattered here and there in the dry area. This is a vast field of heather, gorse, and dyewood, and there is not a single house for a few miles. .Now, there is an ordinary local house not far from the national highway, and small flocks of brisk, soft-looking little sheep are scattered in the bushy wasteland near it.

The homeowner didn't pay much attention to the lambs that had changed hands. They seemed to have experienced some terrible disaster. The elderly couple straightened their hunched backs and looked back at the house for the last half a minute.Their daughters who were already married waited quietly by the side, quietly wiping away tears when their parents were not paying attention.

This is a Muggle family who have just gone through the pain of losing a loved one.

Someone stood not far away and quietly watched the movement here. She had curly hair, was tall, was seven or eight months pregnant, and had vicissitudes on her face that didn't match her age. She couldn't tell that she was a mother-to-be. expectations and happiness.And the Smith family, as if they hadn't seen the woman with the big belly at all, patted each other, walked past the tall curly-haired woman one by one, and got into the carriage wearily, the son-in-law of the old Smith couple flicked the whip, and the piebald shook its head , pulled the car smoothly and left.

After the Smiths had left, the woman in the long cloak turned, cast several Muggle-repelling spells on the area, and walked slowly into the abandoned cottage.The family didn't seem to plan to return, and didn't want to stay long before they moved out, taking only the small essentials they could, leaving behind the rough and vernacular vases, the cypress-carved cabinets, and everything else. Bulky furniture, not even the bed curtains.

Above the fireplace is an ornament that is too exquisite compared to the local craftsmanship - a crystal box with crystal clear and exquisite workmanship.The woman with a big belly walked over and gently removed the exquisite decoration. She saw the inscription in Latin on the ruby ​​lock on the top of the box, Potissimavirtus (potissimavirtus).

The most powerful force.

She recalled something and murmured those two words.Then he put the box back to its original place and hung it on the wall, without looking at it again, he went upstairs instead.

She stood in the doorway of one of the bedrooms, leaning on the doorframe, mourning the unaltered room.Outside the window was a dull, misty sky, a branch or two.In the house, there are second-hand phonographs that have been polished repeatedly, boxes for discs, Dumas's old books, neatly stacked coats, and carefully hidden magic items.These things are well in place.

A pale arm stretched out from behind her, hooked her shoulders, and tightly grabbed her neck: "You are here."

"Debbie." She was strangled, and hoarsely read the name of the woman with red eyes behind her.

The pale woman named Debbie bared her fangs and seemed ready to suck the blood dry of the person in front of her at any moment. "You're here," Debbie repeated, but let go of the woman just before she was about to choke to death—perhaps because she'd been disappointed by the way she'd given up struggling altogether. "Helen Boyle, the most welcome guest in this house." Debbie walked around in front of Helen, staring straight at Helen's face with her scarlet red eyes like a beast, her bloodless lips trembling slightly, said named the curly-haired woman.

Sadness, sorrow, or all other emotions were completely hidden in Helen's eyes, as if this was just an ordinary, numb friend visit: "Debbie Smith."

Hearing this name, for a moment, Debbie seemed to want to get angry, but she seemed to realize that sarcasm is a better weapon: "It's no longer Smith, there is no chance of being Smith." She raised her left hand to Helen. , where there is a shallow imprint on the ring finger, where there used to be a beautiful engagement ring.

"Yes, you don't have a chance to take that surname. I did it." Helen said in a flat tone, sounding so insincere: "Somedays are gone, Debbie Aaron."

Debbie froze for half a second, then dropped her slightly aggressive hand, her fangs retracted into her gums. "I know what you mean." Debbie smiled suddenly, the evil red light in her eyes seemed to be able to bleed: "You are irritating me."

Helen didn't speak.

Debbie reached out and touched Helen's belly, feeling the little life inside. "Yo, it's kicking me." She pretended to be pleasantly surprised.

Helen also looked down, with uncontrollable disgust and hatred in her eyes.

Debbie's hand didn't stay for a few seconds. In fact, after seeing Helen's disgusting attitude towards her unborn child, she immediately withdrew her hand, ending the temptation.She took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingertips: "I am the person who understands you best in this world, Helen, I have always been. Your courageous madness, your incomparable compassion... and your present , that self-deceiving little idea—you think that as long as I retaliate, I can be forgiven."

"You can always understand what I mean. I'm so glad to have you as a friend." Helen smiled sincerely—but this smile was extremely inappropriate in this atmosphere. Take the handkerchief and give her his wand.

Debbie's eyes narrowed, covering the blood-red pupils: "Helen, why haven't you grown. If you think... who's there!" Debbie pushed the wand back into Helen's hand, and grabbed the front to ask for it. To attack the hidden person, Helen quickly raised her wand, and instantly cast a detection spell and two stun spells in the gap between Debbie's advance, not as agile as a pregnant woman.

The opponent cast a powerful armor spell, blocking Helen's attack spell and Debbie a few steps in front of him, but the detection spell still had an effect, marking his position with a light ball.

"I have completed all the hidden magic against vampires." This is a mature young man speaking with a British accent. He glanced at the vampire lady at the other end of the magic barrier with admiration: "But I was still discovered. You are very sharp."

"That's why you weak wizards have been trying to kill us all." Debbie took a step back bitterly, making way for Helen to find a way to break the armor curse.

When the visitor saw Helen's magic shot, he was slightly taken aback, then remembered something, and heaved a sigh of relief to himself: "Oh, you haven't..." After that, he seemed a little confident in his spell, Standing there relaxed, but the eyes that looked at these two young wizards were still a bit complicated.Debbie was calling him "British coup butcher", and he gritted his teeth in disgust. "Ah, I'm not a Death Eater—if that's what you mean..."

Seeing that she couldn't get rid of this invisible armor for a while, Helen simply put down her wand and asked coldly: "That's not a Death Eater, Mr. England, you are not busy resisting the persecution of Death Eaters, what do you want to do in our backcountry here?" ?”

The author has something to say:

This is the memory that Bruce hid. A long time ago, when Helen was still pregnant [when he didn’t break the pile of porcelain stones], he went back to the old house of Smith’s [the buddy who stayed at the North Pole and didn’t come back], and met Aaron Sir's older sister, Debbie Aaron, is also a vampire.This paragraph should have been a long paragraph, but I can’t finish writing OTZ today,,, so I will explain it clearly here