[HP] Lover

Yidi closed the door carefully, told the elf to remember to call him when he had something to do, and then hurriedly walked towards the study on the third floor.

"Grandfather." The blond boy stood in front of a picture frame that was bigger than him, bent down and called respectfully. Following his words, a serious middle-aged man appeared on the originally empty canvas. The man looked very Handsome, with blond hair, he was the grandfather of Ivan and Idiel, who was the head of the Wilson family.

"What's the matter? Idiel." Bruce Wilson's stern face showed no extra expression, and his all-black eyes looked at the nervous little grandson without blinking.

Yidi pursed his lips, looked anxiously at the man in the canvas who seemed to be unbearably trustworthy, and replied: "Brother...it seems that he hasn't gotten rid of the influence of opening his eyes, he..." Yidi quickly Ivan told Bruce about the night as daytime, and asked worriedly: "What should I do, grandfather? Brother, this is..."

Bruce immediately knew the reason. After all, he had experienced it before. The always serious man looked at Yidi's anxious footsteps, and said with rare comfort: "This is not a hallucination. What Ivan saw was his prophecy. There is no way to control the scene that will appear in that person's future life, and it will be fine after a while, so you don't have to worry."

"The prophecy..." Idiil said to himself, "What is the prophecy..."

"Only the person who made the prophecy will know this," Bruce pondered for a while, and said to Idir: "Don't let Ivan go out, I will explain the school to the elf... Take good care of him during this time, Also, no matter what Ai Wen said, don't refute him, he still can't control his eyes, and often reproduces some memories that are not his own, once he knows it will be easier..."

"What?" Idiel asked suspiciously, unable to hear the last few words clearly.

"...The top row of the fifth bookshelf in the library behind the study has an introduction about Ertong. You should read it as soon as possible."

"I will." Idir nodded. My brother became like this because of him, and he broke his oath to his father. He is not the kind of person who has black eyes, but his own brother.

He can do anything for his brother.

Bruce looked at this junior with soft eyes. No matter how capable he was, he is just a portrait now, and Yidi is the only master of the Wilson family in the future.

In the following month, Aiwen still fell into a deep sleep from time to time. Idiel panicked from the beginning, but later calmed down. He went to the library when Aiwen was resting and moved all the books related to Ertong to himself. I just read the pages of the bedroom with the little magic lamp, and I usually push Aiwen to the garden to bask in the sun when he is in good spirits.

"When did the golden roses grow in the manor?" Aiwen tilted his head and asked suspiciously. He was surprised to see the large rose bushes in the garden, and the little flower fairies flying up and down among the flowers, flapping their wings. Beautiful gold dust fell in the air, when did the Wilson family grow such expensive flowers.

Yidi laughed twice, complaining in his heart, his brother couldn't distinguish his own memory from other people's memory again, he knew it was the same thing, but he didn't dare to say it directly, he had read a lot of stories about the Wilson family in the past few days In the books and records of Etong, ten generations ago, an ancestor accidentally got lost in the mixed memories before he controlled his eyes, and never woke up again.

Yidi whispered a few vague words, and changed the subject without a trace. Fortunately, Ivan was in a bad mood, and he lazily leaned on the wicker chair covered with a soft blanket, without asking any more questions.

Ivan slept in the sun for a while, then pulled his brother's hand again, raised his beautiful eyes, and asked softly: "Did the manor receive any letters for me these days?"

Yidi smiled and said, "There are a few letters. I looked at them, and they are all condolence letters from your classmates in Hufflepuff. You always slept a few days ago, so I put them away."

Ivan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Only... Hufflepuff?"

Yidi nodded, staring blankly at his brother who suddenly lowered his head and kept silent, thinking strangely in his heart, isn't my brother only friends with Hufflepuff?

No, Idiel thought about it carefully. Aiwen often unconsciously hummed a name when he was in a coma. He closed his eyes, and he knew who Ivan was waiting for.

"...Brother, the school has written back and forth. The principal means that there is no need to suspend school, and I will postpone the exam for you first." Edith paused, and seeing Ai Wen raised his head, he continued: "Wait until next semester. When I go back, I still study with the original class, I just need to go to the corresponding professor of the course to make up the exam, brother, what do you think?"

Alvin nodded, "Yeah."

"I think it's pretty good," Idiel playfully fingered the blooming zinnias beside the wicker chair, put his other hand on the back of the wicker chair, and talked endlessly to himself: "Hogwarts There aren't many lessons here, and they're pretty simple. I remember you were ten—er, no, you'd finished fourth grade when you were nine. Grandpa said you couldn't go out until Christmas, so I just came back from school , let's go together..."

"At school, pay attention to yourself, no matter what others say," Ai Wen looked at his younger brother firmly, and said very seriously: "You are no different from others. If you insist on If anything, you are the heir of a family, born to be different."

Yidi nodded, lowered his head and said honestly: "Brother, I know."

Ivan stayed outside for a long time, and his spirit was a little weak. After thinking for a while, he added: "Try to... less contact with the Slytherin group."

"Then what if I'm assigned to Slytherin? Brother." Yidi tilted his head curiously and looked almost exactly like Ivan. The two of them looked very similar in appearance, but their personalities were completely different.

In a sense, Idir is more suitable to be the head of the family than the overly emotional Aiwen. Of course Aiwen is very smart, but he is very easy to be entangled in emotions. He would rather carry many things by himself than tell another person. Take it, unlike Idiel, he has his own calmness at all times.

"...If you are assigned to Slytherin, they will do everything they can to help you." Ivan chuckled, and his slender fingers lightly stroked the crimson petals, making his arms thinner and paler, "Our 'sister' is not Also in Slytherin, she'll be nothing when you get into Hogwarts."

Yidi looked at Aiwen in a daze, and clenched his hands tightly. It seemed that his veins were strained, but in fact he was still some distance away from the flower. The crimson petals danced unsteadily in the breeze. , carefree.

Afraid that Aiwen would hurt his hands, Yidi immediately said: "Brother, if you like this flower, tomorrow I will cut a few and put them in the glass bottle in your house, and put them on the terrace, okay?"

Ai Wen withdrew his hand, smiled, and said: "No, no, this is good. It's a little late, let's go back first, and don't forget to let the elf water it."

"Well, good." Idiel replied while helping Aiwen to walk back. It is not so easy to recover the magic power that has been completely drained. Aiwen will have a long period of weakness, and the two are about to go back to the room. , Ivan stopped suddenly, his black eyes looked at the door of the manor.

"What's the matter, brother?" Idiel asked suspiciously when Ivan stopped.

"A guest is here..." Ai Wen looked indifferent, as if he was not surprised by the arrival of the guest at all, the sun gently shone on the thin boy, his brilliant blond hair, and the moonlight flower necklace shining with silver light around his neck .

At the gate of Wilson Manor, a tall, long-legged and handsome man knocked on the gate of the manor. He was dressed in a simple but elegant wizard robe, which couldn't hide the extravagance on his body. There was a just right smile on the corner of his mouth, and the platinum gold hair hanging down to his waist His long hair was tied together with a pale headband.

The old elf of the Wilson family stood behind the gate, bowed his waist, and asked in a hoarse voice like a broken gong: "Dear guest, please state your identity."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at this quaint manor with a strange atmosphere everywhere, even the eerie manor at the gate, and this little elf with a stiff face but a polite smile, and said with a smile: "The Malfoy family, Lu Xiu Malfoy."

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The previous chapter has been revised. Brother Yidi did not receive the letter, and Lucius' father came to visit unexpectedly.

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