[hp] stay out of it

The last memory in the bottle was about four years ago, Helen and Debbie were sitting face to face in a Muggle bar, discussing something very close together.Now, Helen is no longer as youthful as she was a long time ago. Even if she is in a relaxed state, there is an unconcealable and palpitating evil spirit leaking out from between her brows and eyes.

Debbie played with the wine glass on the table lightly, her joints tensed tightly, but her tone became softer: "So, you asked me to come out just to tell me——you don't want to do it anymore?"

"I'm tired, Di," said Helen.

Debbie snorted.

Helen emphasized: "I'm tired, Di. No kidding—you have your brother Jem, you have Susan, and now you have Jessica, who is so cute as hell..."

"Oh, so Vincent isn't cute? Poor Vincent, trying so hard to make you happy." Debbie said coldly.

"No, I didn't say that Vincent can't support me—but maybe the problem lies with Vincent." Helen smoothed her hair while trying to clear her mind: "Vincent is going to be 11 soon. , but he has always been out of touch with the whole society. Think about it, who are the people he knows? Me, you, Susan, Jem who has been too busy to go home in recent years, okay, Maybe including his overly stupid female teacher, and our malicious neighbor Lecter and his family... that's eight, Di! Children can't live like this, things will go wrong. "

"Stop trying to blame Vincent for the source of your problems." Debbie didn't quite believe it.

"I'm serious, Debbie," Helen's face darkened, and her gloomy expression just scared away a man who wanted to strike up a conversation: "He doesn't like school, it doesn't matter, anyway, we were just pretending, but that day I went to pick him up, and saw those Muggle kids chasing him and calling him a freak, but he didn't care at all, looking at those kids as if he was looking at a dead mouse. So I thought, am I Something went wrong raising him..."

Debbie swung her glass: "You should have realized this a long time ago—didn't you notice that your neighbor Lecter's family always had problems? You told me last month that George's kid had a broken nose, And with a moderate concussion—not a very good disease; his father, Joshua Lecter, has had an arm and a leg since three years ago. The irony is that the damage to their family is exactly It is based on the progress of the damage magic we taught Vincent...I reminded you as early as when you took the little bean Vincent to kill everywhere..."

"I don't care what Vincent's methods are, Debbie, I've told you many times, I have no problem with him cursing the Lecters - either weak and accept the unsatisfactory things in life, or resist. If you start When they took Dave and threatened me to marry Douglas, I was able to use some rough tactics, and now the three of us must be living happily on some small island on the equator: you and Dave, Jem and Susan, And me and Vincent."

"Another as-is." Debbie winked at the Hispanic bartender, and she managed to fill the line and get the next drink before anyone else was waiting for a drink.

"Don't pretend you don't see what I'm talking about, Debbie. I thought you understood me. I don't care if Vincent is a little rough on people he hates, but I do care if he has more friends he can get along with. , especially kids his own age who he doesn't have much contact with. Poor Vincent, he probably thinks kids his own age are brainless idiots."

"Objectively speaking, he's right to think so. I've never seen a child so smart and capable of learning—he has learned all the magic of porcelain stones, and we can't believe it now! And as far as we know, porcelain stones As far as most people know, if Boyles who are not over 20 years old and have strong magic and spirit to a certain extent, if they try to use the magic in Porcelain Science in advance, they will be turned into lunatics by its magic - it can be seen Ghost, this little guy who didn't even meet the age qualifications to enter the magic school, he has learned everything!" Debbie complained, but a proud parental expression appeared on her face: "It's really a little freak, Wen Center."

"That's right, I can't let such an excellent kid be kept at home by me. He has to go to school, Di, or someday we'll get rid of all the scumbags on the list - if we live to that time - Doesn't he find himself with nothing else to do? No social connections, no friends, no lover, nothing. He's too good to be doing and I'm going to destroy him."

"He can go to his school, and there is no contradiction with your abandoning our actions." Debbie said.

"If I don't stop doing this, he won't go to school in peace."

Debbie sneered: "Excuses."

"And I'm tired too, Dai." Helen ignored Debbie's ridicule, her whole body was full of tiredness, combined with her hostility from the inside out, it was easy to remind people of the late female cheetah: "I recently Wondering more and more what it would be like to just run a small pub and wait behind the bar every day to owl my school kids - that kind of life...”

Debbie listened quietly, so Helen continued.

"Maybe I could just set up shop in Hogsmeade and see the spire of Hogwarts on a nice day, Debbie. Don't have to think about how to break into the next person's house once in a while, knowing that tomorrow night won't have to be done again." To be pierced by the screams of those impotent sheep... just think, Debbie!"

Debbie was unmoved by Helen's beautiful imagination: "If you veto this plan when Dave dies, I have no problem. But now you want to quit, don't want to do it, Helen? Don't be kidding, we all know What are we doing - fighting, war, Helen! Even if you have the upper hand now and turn them around, as long as you don't kill them all and live, when they recover, you will die even more Miserable. Win or die, that's the iron law."

Helen pursed her lips: "Then I will be the one who breaks this law, Debbie. When I want to jump up and fight, I fight with all my strength. When I want to lie down and rest, I can relax. In the end, do what you want. It is the goal I pursue, but everything that prevents me from getting what I want is a shackle."

"Hey, I'm not as philosophical as you, Helen. I just seek revenge for the sake of revenge. Unlike you, I still remember Dave, and several other companions who died in the past ten years."

The two stalemate for a while, and then Helen took the initiative to break the silence.

"Before I open the bar, I have one more thing I plan to do, I think I should inform you," Helen took out a newspaper, and the report on it was the photos of several directors visiting Azkaban. Points to a scruffy prisoner behind a cage in the background: "Look at this."

Debbie glanced out of the corner of her eye, and immediately recognized that it was Blake who had a one-night affair with Helen. Ben didn't want to talk to Helen for the time being, so he immediately broke up: "Don't tell me you want to go to prison! How dare you go crazy again Is it a little?"

"Who told you I was going to jailbreak?" Helen rolled her eyes, "I even read his name from the newspaper, if he wasn't Vincent's father, I wouldn't have paid attention to him at all. "

"Then what do you mean?"

"He looks more and more like that English gentleman now, doesn't he? Think carefully." Helen said.

Debbie was attracted by her attention, so she didn't get angry with Helen for the time being: "Mr. England, I will never forget the one who took your heart with ordinary heather without bewildering magic. This mysterious Huo Mr. Gewartz and Blake do look alike, but why are you bringing this up now? After you had Vincent, we speculated about the relationship between Mr. England and Blake—maybe they were distant uncles or something. There is no such thing as a similarity."

"I now have a second explanation, Dai," Helen put the newspaper away again: "Mr. England is Black. He is the future Black, who went back in time to give me information and hints."

"Oh, forget it, Helen, are you starting to believe this kind of soap opera plot now?" Debbie seemed even more unacceptable than after hearing the news that Helen was going to quit.

"Then do you think the speculation of the distant uncle and nephew is very reliable?"

"You can find a second explanation for me." Seeing that Helen was about to take out the newspaper with Sirius just now, Debbie quickly added: "—it's not that mysterious. Listen, whether it's a time-turner or a Everything else, only sells one-way tickets, and you expect Black to go back a long time ago to meet you, and then walk through this long time again? Come on, for the sake of British Merlin, he is a lifetime□□ , even if he is hotheaded and wants to go back in time, he has no place to get a time converter."

"Don't tell me that there is no doubt about his case. As long as there is an officer with a clear mind, it is easier for Blake to be retried and acquitted than to smash a porcelain stone—and, you forgot this." Helen took out another A crystal box.

"Oh, get that out of the way, it's a pub and a bunch of drunk Muggles, I don't want to have anything to do with anyone here." Debbie moved back.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen - you will never guess what I found from the ancient Thrace literature: this thing can do much more than just become a quick-acting aphrodisiac/emotion/drug, to be precise, a reminder/ Love may be a means, not an end; it is a box in which love is stored, Dai."

"What?" Debbie obviously didn't understand.

Helen stroked the crystal box and said: "Store love, Dai, or looking for the destined person, the document is too old, and it was turned into ashes because of my mistake before I studied it carefully, but it roughly means that. And the most important thing What’s more, it is said that if two people can get it and read the spell accurately, it can bring the destined two people together—regardless of the distance in space, or even... the distance in time.”

"I don't believe this at all," Debbie said, holding up the box carefully and looking it over carefully: "But... I still want to ask, do you think Dave has ever recited the above spell? Are dead people useful?"

"You can try it. I tried it, it didn't work, maybe it only gives everyone a chance." Helen shrugged.

Debbie held up the little box and recited the ancient words on it almost reverently—but nothing happened.

The two were silent for a while, and then Helen said cautiously: "Maybe, try again? Probably your pronunciation is not standard—"

"I won't be stupid again, like a fool." Debbie threw the crystal box back to the bar, took a sip of wine in disguise, and blinked her reddish eyes.

"I believe it worked because it allowed me and Blake to have Vincent." Helen checked the box for damage and put it away carefully: "So 34-year-old Blake is the mysterious Mr. England, it makes sense, he used this box to go back to that time-now it seems that there is only one purpose for him to be there, doesn't it, and that is to prevent me from killing Bruce."

"You're crazy," said Debbie, looking like she wanted to get out of this pointless conversation: "You don't love Mr. England at all, he's just the only nice guy you've ever met in your poor life , and then it becomes your only hope. It’s all far-fetched and illogical, a self-consoling fairy tale woven up by your imaginative brain.”

"It's true that I only spent less than six hours with Blake, who is 34 years old, but it was enough to make me understand that we are the same kind of people-we are all alone, we yearn for freedom, and even we were almost ruined by rotten families. I lost my whole life, and I believe we understand the passion and joy buried deep in each other's soul. Debbie, it's not that you haven't been in love, you know that love doesn't depend on the length of being together."

"Pathetic," Debbie spat, "look at yourself, like a little girl who's been dazzled by love, and Blake and that sneaky guy in England who won't be named have only a good skin, and they have confused you into This way. I shouldn’t be greedy for wine that morning, I should have just sent him away, and I never thought that he has the ability to linger without leaving his name, and now he is fascinated by you Fascinated..."

"I'm not swooning."

"Oh, you didn't, that's convincing."

"I just wanted to prove one thing—"

"Then you should hurry up and say it."

"Bruce, I'm going to say Bruce - he deserves our trust."

"What?" Debbie was taken aback by the sudden change of subject: "When you released that Boyle a few years ago, you promised that you would never feel sorry for him again!"

"—Since Sirius went back to the past and saved Bruce's life, it means that he will be important in the future." Helen continued to try to express her point clearly.

"You've changed to calling him by his Christian name, huh? I don't know if he'll let the dementors let him go for a while in order to have one more admirer in Azkaban." Debbie said bitterly.

"I need to connect with Bruce, that's all I'm going to say, after I've settled Vincent off to school, I'm going to find him. Since ch, well, since Blake thinks Bruce is worth his time and space to save If so, then there must be something special about Bruce. I think it's time to meet him."

Debbie restrained herself from laughing mockingly. "Then what are you going to do? Take care of your two good boys waiting to welcome Blake out of prison? Then regenerate a cork so that the newborn baby can be in your cellar." 'To Mommy' written all over it?"

"That's not necessary, Vincent has already done this." Helen said calmly, snapped her fingers, and a cork appeared in her hand, with "For Mom" ​​written on it.

Debbie was slightly taken aback, then immediately recovered and opened Helen's hand: "It's just a cork, who can tell if it's true or not? If you're drunk all day and tell Vincent about that Mr. , that kid will definitely concoct it for you to make you happy."

Helen said to herself: "I'm sorry that I don't have your support, but it can't stop me. When Jessica grows up, you will understand that Vincent and I need a more stable life." She Lifting the bag, pulling out the cloak inside and draping it over his arm, he was about to leave the Muggle pub.

Debbie stopped her and said in an imperceptible pleading tone, "Are you really giving up our fight?"

Helen pursed her lips and pushed Debbie's arm away: "I need to look forward, Dai. Although I wake up a bit late, I need a new life."

"If you insist on looking for that boy Bruce, don't contact us again!" Debbie shouted from behind: "The Boyle family will not have a good thing, let me tell you, that kid has already learned Boyle The hypocrisy of the Er family, he will kill everyone!"

Helen deftly darted away from the crowd on the dance floor and gave Debbie one last hasty laugh.

"I/he/mother will never contact you again! Fleeing guy! Even if you are going to be killed by Bruce, no one will care about you!"

Helen disappeared among the shadows, Debbie smashed her glass and Apparated away from the crowd in the bar.

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, once I left the love part, it became much smoother. I'm so happy ╮(╯▽╰)╭