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1995 years.

It was the summer vacation, Diagon Alley was crowded with people, the streets were full of shops, and the magic shops sold all kinds of interesting things that would never be found in the Muggle world.

Not much has changed here over the years.Ollivander's Wand Shop, Lihen Bookstore... They are still there, and it seems that they will continue to exist in another 100 years.

The world of muggles is changing with each passing day, but the world of wizards is like an old photo that has been frozen forever in an ancient and beautiful era.

It is still very lively here, although there is an ominous atmosphere under the excitement.

Thanks to the obsession of the Ministry of Magic, unbeknownst to most, a nightmare is upon us once again.His arrival will turn all the good things here into ruins.

The appearance of Nora has attracted the attention of many people-in the crowd of wizard robes, jeans and shirts are indeed eye-catching.

Fortunately, the just-resurrected Dark Lord hadn't gathered all his followers yet, otherwise, this attire alone would have been enough for her to be attacked by Death Eaters and die on the streets of Diagon Alley.

So she chose Mrs. Mojin's robe shop as her first stop.

It was a good thing, Nora thought, that she had kept her purse in the pocket of her wizard robe that day, otherwise she would have turned up on the streets of London as a penniless, homeless bum.

The shop owner was a slightly fat but enthusiastic woman. She asked, "I've never seen you before. Did you come back from abroad?"

Nora stood on the high stool, and the ruler automatically gestured on her.She replied casually: "It's sort of..."

If London more than 50 years ago is considered a foreign country.

"You should be more careful," Madam Malkin said. "There have been some bad rumors here recently...Of course, the newspapers say it's safe here, but you're a lonely girl..."

Nora listened quietly to her.

Another customer came to the store.It was a boy with a pale complexion and a pointed chin.

A Malfoy.Ruola made a definition in her heart.This platinum blonde hair is too conspicuous.

He glanced contemptuously at Rola, who was still wearing Muggle clothes, and his arrogant attitude further confirmed his surname.

He said, "I think Mudbloods don't deserve to be wizards at all. They should get out of the wizarding world long ago."

After so many years, the vocabulary of swearing has not improved a bit.And the Malfoy in front of him was far less refined than the Abraxas Malfoy back then. The latter felt it was a shame to talk to dirty mudbloods, so he was more used to expressing his contempt with practical actions.

Nora didn't want to get to know him, she couldn't tell him that your grandfather and I were classmates, I even beat your grandfather, what kind of onion are you?

Speaking of Abraxas Malfoy, he's probably dead, right?Even his grandson is already that old.

"Draco." Another woman with blond hair walked in, "Are you alright?"

"In a moment, ma'am," said Mrs. Malkin.

Draco Malfoy.Nora mentally completed his name.Draco is more like the name of the Black family. The family that also supports the pure blood theory is always named after the constellation.

Wait... The Malfoy family, loyal servants of the Dark Lord...

If she were Tang... Voldemort, where would she choose to hide?Little Hangleton's old house was obviously not a good choice, a Muggle house without strong magical protection, and Dumbledore knew it was there.

The Dark Lord needed a safe hideout, with good magical defenses, enough space for his servants, and one that would be safe from the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix.

There are not many places like this, but not nonexistent.

Like... Malfoy Manor.

This family has always been a fanatical supporter of pure blood and the backbone of the Death Eaters.

Nora hurriedly changed her clothes, dropped the money and rushed out.She got out in time enough that the three of the Malfoys were still in Diagon Alley.

Nora's footsteps paused, but she finally stepped forward.

It was a wise choice for the Sorting Hat to sort her into Gryffindor.She is a reckless Gryffindor at heart, going ahead regardless of the consequences.

She herself and other Gryffindors prefer to call this quality: courage.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," she said abruptly, rushing up to them.

Lucius Malfoy looked gloomy and looked suspiciously at the strange witch in front of him.

From this face, Nora saw Abraxas Malfoy 20 years later.

"I just wanted to send you a message for a... er... 'honorable' guest who lives in your house. Please don't make that face, I mean absolutely no harm. I don't think you want to openly Use a jinx," said Rola.

Lucius and Narcissa didn't let go of their wands, and the two wands were facing her face.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Lucius said slowly.

"Then I'll be straight - I want you to send a message to a certain scorpion, oh no... a great wizard." Nora lowered her voice, and changed her name to a more euphemistic one to express her respect. Good intentions, but when she heard "snake face", she still saw Lucius' face change instantly, as if he was about to give her an Avada Kedavra in the next second.

You know, this is still a street full of people coming and going.

"Please tell him that you don't need to go to the Ministry of Magic to grab any prophecy balls, I know the complete prophecy." Nora said, "My name is Nora Gray, don't worry about the name, I am nobody. "

"What's your purpose?" Lucius' blue eyes flashed with uncertainty, "Who are you from? Who told you the news?"

"I don't need anyone to tell me. I'm a prophet, and I can see the future. As for the purpose, I just want to see him." Nora shrugged, "I've admired him for a long time."

This was so false that she didn't believe it herself.A Muggle-born wizard who worships Voldemort is probably a masochist, and Nora considers herself healthy in body and mind.

But she couldn't tell him the truth, or even if she told him the truth, he would never believe it.

Because she herself finds it ridiculous.

"Remember to bring the message here, it's definitely for your own good, or rather, for your family's good." Admonish him sincerely, "Contact me with an owl." Then turn around and Apparate.

It is indeed beneficial for her to learn this spell in advance.

After a whirlwind, she appeared in an attic in a remote part of London.

Nora Gray, 17, former Hogwarts student, now works as a waitress in the restaurant downstairs.

After spanning more than 50 years, the primary problem Nora faces is not how to avoid Avada Kedavra, but how to solve basic necessities.

In the end she chose to stay in Muggle society.Because the wizarding territory was so small, an extra witch would be noticeable wherever she was, and she didn't want to have to deal with questioning from the Ministry of Magic.

But staying in the Muggle world wasn't easy either.Now the streets are full of fast cars, and everyone carries a communication tool called a mobile phone, which can be contacted at any time.And the wide variety of appliances that Nora took a long time to research, such as microwave ovens, electric water heaters, and air conditioners.Among them, her favorite is the TV set, but it took her a lot of effort to restrain herself from dismantling the TV set in the restaurant for research. If she did, she would be kicked out by the proprietress that day. street.

The proprietress here is a good person. After hearing Nora's fabricated story about a little girl from the countryside who eloped with her boyfriend and then was abandoned and dared not go home, she asked her to stay with a dubious attitude.

She works six days a week, eight hours a day, includes three meals (although it is leftovers) and accommodation (although it is an attic), but the salary is acceptable, and Nora is satisfied with it.

She lived a Muggle life, received Muggle guests every day, talked about life with her Muggle boss, and felt that she was a Muggle too.

She was an ordinary person before she received the admission notice written in green ink at the age of 11.

But some things can't be avoided, right?Escape was not an option for Gryffindor.Otherwise she wouldn't have appeared in Diagon Alley, in front of Malfoy.

Nora took off her wizard robe and stowed it discreetly at the bottom of the wardrobe.She changed into her overalls and went down to help.

Today is not a day off, and there are only a few customers who visit this remote tavern.

The proprietress was sitting on the side playing cards with a few bald middle-aged men.Holding the cards in one hand, she leaned lazily on the sofa with an absent-minded expression.Seeing Ruola, he threw down the card and called her: "Bring me some wine."

Nora understood, and immediately brought the most expensive wine in the store.

The proprietress is a French woman, with the lazy self-confidence of a French woman, a hoarse voice and a French accent in English.

The location of this tavern is remote, and the proprietress's craftsmanship is also very bad. Most of the guests who come to patronize it are because of the proprietress's beauty.

The woman's age is a secret, but the proprietress doesn't look young anymore.She upholds the belief of French women: age has nothing to do with beauty.Even with the wrinkles and freckles around her eyes, she was still beautiful.

Because there were too few customers, the proprietress simply closed the door early.Ruola tidied up the kitchen and was dragged over by her to drink.

The light at the bar was dim, and the red wine bottle reflected the light. Two women, one a milf, was full of stories, and the other was a young man who met a scumbag. It was very suitable for talking about women's topics.

The proprietress's early life was as colorful as her former beauty.

"Once, once, I did think about getting married," she said. "He looked so ordinary, but he was actually very strange, wearing some inexplicable clothes, and he believed in some mysterious religious order, and kept dried lizards in the house. And wolf skulls, and swore to me that they were werewolf bones."

"But then I loved him so much that I thought it would be nice to marry him. So I said to him, how about we get married tomorrow? Guess what he said."

"He broke up with you."

"It's worse than that." The proprietress shook her finger, "He actually told me that he is actually a wizard, and he comes from some kind of pure-blood family, so he can't marry ordinary people like us. If I really want to marry him, then I have to elope to Northern Europe, as far away as possible. This is the worst lie I have ever heard in my life. A wizard, who actually pays attention to blood, do you think a wizard is a Labrador?"

No, he should be telling the truth.

The real wizard Nora Gray lowered her head and drank silently, still hiding this sentence in her heart.A Dark Lord whose name cannot be named was also shot while lying down.

"I was also absolutely sure that my idea of ​​marrying him was just a whim. I broke up with him the next day and immediately found a new boyfriend, and I haven't seen him since."

"But now that I think about it." The proprietress put down the glass, "It might be good to elope to Northern Europe at that time. The caviar there is delicious."

"Yes." Nora agreed softly.

Just never got the chance again.

You can't read the file and you can't start it again. If you miss it once, you will miss it for a lifetime.

Even if you still love him.