[hp] stay out of it

I knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, and an absent-minded answer came from inside: "Come in."

I pushed open the door, and Sirius was resting on his desk, and he was lazily writing circles on the parchment that probably contained lesson plans on his lap.Seeing that it was me coming in, he threw the quill and parchment on the table, put his feet down, and looked at me questioningly: "What's wrong?"

"I want to talk to you about Bruce," I said, "I've read what he returned to me, Helen's memory."

I left that summer at Boyle's, and then he got what was contained in that crystal case that he somehow got out of it.We have always wondered how Bruce got it, after all, according to the Boyle family's claim, the thing was taken by the gangster who broke into the Boyle house and killed the two Boyles.We don’t know if Bruce, who looks handsome, is related to those two lives, but he can’t question him because he can’t see anyone all day long, and I’ve been obsessed with the issue of order and I don’t want to go into it, so this question has been put on hold down.

After Bruce was taken away the day before yesterday, I went back to the castle and honestly told the members of the Order of the Phoenix about the cause of Helen's death. On the surface, it had absolutely nothing to do with me or Bruce, so he rashly took the blame (and also told some details) because of Let's get confused - I mean, he and I aren't that close to each other.

Before he was taken away, he said: "...the decision is left to you."

I finally finished reading the contents of that small bottle. I understood what he meant by "decision". Sirius here.

I held up the beautiful crystal box in my hand - all this time, I just used it as a container for storing porcelain stones, and maybe I suspected that it could aphrodisiac (judging based on the one-night passion between Helen and Sirius without warning) , this conjecture is also nothing after that.And after reading all of Helen's memories, I finally understand that what Helen wants to treasure in the compartment of that house is not only the porcelain stone, but also this beautiful box—perhaps, boldly conjectured, the right stone She said that the porcelain stone, which was useless to her, was just a cover-up to protect the box.

I told Sirius that the box had other uses besides storage.

"What?" Sirius didn't seem to expect much from this unreliable thing - although it looked powerful and ancient.

"Lead the destined people to meet," I said, "Helen has found records in the ancient Thrace literature."

I gently placed the clear box on the table: "17 years ago, when Helen was pregnant with Bruce, I met you."

"What?" Sirius was slightly taken aback, and after recalling it, he said decisively, "It's impossible, I went abroad once during that time, and that was the time I met her 15 years ago..."

"This box," I pointed at that thing, "'leads the destined people to meet'-it can bring people who are separated from two places together, and its jumping ability is not only reflected in space."

"Can it travel through time?" Sirius finally looked at the box carefully for the first time after I entered the office, expressing his doubts: "In the long history of magic, there are only a handful of magic items that can travel through time—this ability is not just casual. You can have anything."

"But judging from various evidences, this thing has the ability to transcend time," I shrugged, "otherwise you would not have appeared in Helen's memory 17 years ago, and you would be dressed exactly the same as now, at this very moment. .”

"Okay, let's accept this assumption for the time being - then, what did I appear in that time period for? You came to me because of my appearance in the past." Sirius said.

"You met Helen, Jessica's aunt Debbie, there, and you convinced Helen not to kill Bruce, who was only eight months old."

"Oh, wait. You mean she was going to murder her own son?" Sirius frowned.

"At that time, the news of the death of her friend and her best best friend's fiancé, Mr. Smith, just came back. He was sent to the North Pole by Bruce's biological father Douglas, and Helen has no evidence to prove all this." In short.

"So you came here because you want me to complete this matter - to prevent Helen from killing Bruce?"

I nod.The cost of the risk of defying time is too great. Although Bruce looks suspicious, I currently have no reason to spend an unknown large price to change history-the history of Sirius preventing Bruce from being killed.

"This thing is different from the Time Converter. It has a time limit of six hours. Once the time is up, the person taken away by it will be dragged back to the original place and the original time. There will be no life safety issues, I I practiced it in the dormitory..."

"Oh, and who is the 'destined man' you saw?" Sirius asked with interest.

"I'm still in school, surrounded by students, I can't confirm-but, the problem is not who I saw, Sirius, the plan to prevent Bruce from being killed at eight months, I have not decided Quan, the key person is you, so it's all up to you to decide."

"This sentence is a bit familiar. Boyle told you to let you decide. Have you given this power to me now?" Sirius was very sharp: "Why can't you make up your own mind?"

"Harry thought Peter should be given a chance, or rather, he didn't let Peter die that night," I cite a recent example, "and it didn't work out very well."

"You put Boyle and Peter on the same scale. Peter is a traitor, but Boyle is not—at least there is no evidence to show so far. And, does he really give you that bad impression?"

"It seems that there must be something wrong with Bruce on the one hand," I scratched my head a little distractedly: "The meeting between you now and Helen 17 years ago in memory is a key point, which indirectly or directly led to many later things. things."

"That's inevitable, isn't it?" Sirius said, "Events happening upstream in time determine everything downstream. Vincent, why are you bothered?" He picked up the box and tossed it lightly: "Okay, tell me how this thing works."

I stared at him for two seconds.

"You need to understand that there is a vampire there, I suggest you add a few more concealment spells, otherwise they will probably avoid you after they notice you; and this," I took out a bottle of wine from my bag: "Helen's favorite It can help you lower their vigilance against you—Mr. Smith hasn’t died long, and Helen and Debbie are just two cannons that explode at one point—a trigger-type Muggle potion.”

"I owe you this one," I finally said.

Sirius looked a bit dumbfounded: "There is no need to draw such a clear line between us, Vincent. For Merlin's sake, it is only natural that I do you a hundred favors."

I am noncommittal.I am not Vincent myself, and I will not owe the favor that should be paid.

"You just have to read the words on the box completely—the ones hidden in the pattern... Before that, do you need to read your past experience? I brought the memory."

"Forget it, it's easy to show flaws if you play against your memory." After weighing the bottle of wine, he straightened his collar casually and grinned: "I'll try my best to finish things—and from what you just said, I guess It's clearly done, isn't it?"

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17 years ago, Limousin, cabin.

Helen stared at the Englishman coldly, and asked, "That's not a Death Eater, Mr. England, you're not busy resisting the persecution of Death Eaters, what do you want to do in our backcountry?"

The visitor shrugged and quickly made up a nonsense: "I'm here to look for Ou Shinan, who has the ability to confuse. The variety here is the best, and you must know it."

Helen and Debbie's faces were still full of suspicion.

"I'm a teacher at Hogwarts - it's almost the most peaceful place in England, so I have some free time to do some peaceful tasks: for example, find some magical plants instead of fighting with Death Eaters Something." The Englishman lit up his wand, and the two young ladies on the opposite side finally saw his pretty face—good-looking people can always give people a slight illusion: he doesn't look like a bad person .

Helen and Debbie looked dubious, but still didn't intend to contact this guy who appeared suddenly, Debbie habitually licked her fangs and said: "Well, whatever you say. And there is no conflict between us Necessary, now, Mr. England, if you leave the house at once, we shall both have a peaceful and quiet morning."

The author has something to say:

1. In the previous setting, the magic item that can make people generate love/meaning and impure thoughts is Cupid’s bow, but after serious thinking, the gods and legends that appear in HP are all created internally, and nothing is taken from ancient times. Ou Shinhwa, so in order not to look obtrusive, I changed Cupid's bow into a crystal box, and the effect is still the same.In this way, things that are obviously inconsistent with the style of Cupid's Arrow do not need to appear.

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2. [The big change mentioned before has not started yet, and I don’t know when it will be completed, but it is certain that it will not affect the reading of children’s shoes who have already seen here. I will also make notes where necessary, so No need to turn forward for now]