[HP] A Brief History of Time

As a result, before their eyes, the three of them were afraid of the black jar on the coffee table.

Virginia was the hardest hit.She grew up in a simple town like Wedgwood, and the worst thing she ever heard was "Jennifer looks like a smug hen in that dress." So she's just learning black and white Among them, taking out a black magic item that symbolizes evil from her own home is nothing more than a bolt from the blue to her.Shock and guilt almost swallowed her.

"What should we do?" Virginia couldn't care less about the pain in her fingertips, she asked rather worriedly, "Should I hand it over to the teacher or the Ministry of Magic?" Her voice was low, as if a little ashamed, " Can you please stop telling them they found it from my house?"

Blaise couldn't keep his mouth shut, such a stupid, silly, innocent girl.At this moment, he glanced at Draco who was still calm after hearing this, and was extremely worried about Virginia's future.

"We won't give it to anyone, Will," Draco explained to Virginia in a normal tone, "whether it's good or bad, it's the property of Jasmine Manor."

What comforted Blaise was that the stupid and silly Virginia was fortunately not too stubborn. She looked at the black jar and was silent for a while, "Why don't we put it back , it is too dangerous, maybe only that secret room is the place where it should stay."

"It's not necessarily..." Blaise touched the tip of his nose, glanced at her, and said hesitantly, "Zabini Manor has a special place for hiding dark magic items."

Virginia had been frightened enough, she gave Blaise an almost expressionless look, then nodded slowly, "... I see, thank you." She looked at Blaise with two weird Carefully touching the jar with his big gloves, he hurriedly said, "Let me hold it."

She looked really pathetic in her limp look, and Draco reached out and stroked her hair soothingly.His eyes fell on her bandaged wound, he couldn't help touching the lips that hadn't been wiped clean, and his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

He thought again of the dream in the hospital wing.The scene of Malfoy's underground secret room was so realistic in the dream, only he knew that it was real.That was the memory he tried to snatch from the mind of a Death Eater in St. Mungo's, Dolphin Rohr, who had been living in St. Mungo's after the Great War because of his memory disorder.

At that time, he was eager to know Virginia.But his invincible playboy methods all failed in front of her.She revived all his enthusiasm for life, but she herself had no interest in the surroundings.She has a beautiful face, but she is alone.She didn't care about anything, and she never complained about her fate.She only does what she should do every day, except for the meal time every day, she will go to the special ward on the top floor of St. Mungo with food-the ward where Dolphin Rohr is locked up.No one would have extra sympathy to pay attention to this blond young man who had been a Death Eater, even though he didn't have many lives under his command.So Virginia took the initiative to take care of his diet.It was only later that Draco found out that Virginia was like this just to repay that Dolphin secretly poured blood tonic into the meals he brought her every day during the days in the dungeon.

The secret of Virginia's blood is the sword of Damos, not only hanging above Virginia's head, but also in front of Draco.In Dolphin's disorganized memory about Virginia, apart from that horrible scene, there is only sour and bitter admiration that makes Draco laugh.He knew nothing of the secret of blood: not what it was for, not where it went.

Draco watched thoughtfully as Virginia picked up the black jar and followed Blaise to the secret room of Zabini Manor.Even though she was depressed, the rosy color of her cheeks remained the same, and the magic on the black jar had no effect on her at all.Draco knew very well that the black magic damage on his body disappeared so quickly, it was the effect of Virginia's blood, but it was definitely not because of blood protection.

If the magic of bloodline protection was so simple, then the magic world would have been in chaos long ago.Everyone in the family knows this, and Blaise is no exception.

Therefore, Blaise was not surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw Draco standing by the bedside to visit.

Feeling helpless, he raised his head and found a comfortable position on the pillow, "I fell asleep after waiting for you, I thought you would come sooner."

Draco sat down on the edge of his bed, his expression unreadable in the darkness, "She just fell asleep and I had to make her drink some cocktails."

Blaise rubbed his face vigorously with his palm, "She's underage..."

"Old customs sometimes don't make any sense in emergencies." Draco's wand drew a faint blue flame, and he turned his face to look at Blaise, "Where did Mrs. Zabini go?"

Blaise stared at him silently.

"It's either Monte Carlo or Italy, I guess. You know the secrets of the Clackenthorpes better than I do."

Blaise gave a wry smile, and sat up from the bed, "To be honest, I don't think I can tell - I don't know much, probably history or something. The Clackenthorpe family only respects the status of a girl, and there is no secret at all. You won't find me." He rolled over and got out of bed, "Turn on the lamp."

Draco swung the flame from the tip of his wand to the chandelier by the door, and in an instant, all the lights in the room were automatically lit.

Blaise slid his shoes on, walked to the bookshelf, looked at it for a while with his neck raised, and then took out a copy of "The Origin of Wizard Bloodlines" from it.

Draco raised his eyebrows as he turned to the prologue and found the page that said "Crackenthorpe".

"I can't believe you'd think me so stupid. If I really believed the nonsense in this book at all, then the ancestors of the Malfoy family would jump out of their graves and blame me for forgetting my ancestors."

Blaise raised his eyelids and gave him an impatient look, pointing to the description of the Clackenthorpe family in the book, "Of course I know. I can only tell you something based on these descriptions." He Yawning, he continued, "Crackenthorpe didn't originate in northern Europe at all." He found a piece of parchment that was curled up in the book, and carefully unfolded it.Holding it in his hands, he sat down beside Draco, and showed him the strangely distorted words and routes on the paper, "This is probably the migration route of Krakenthorpe."

Blaise took a deep breath, "I found this in my mother's dowry, in a very old notebook. She doesn't care about these things at all, it's too old," he pretended not to care He lowered his head and stared at the piece of paper, "Her property is increasing, and it has long been difficult to tell which things belong to her."

Draco was careful not to talk about the subject.

After a while, Blaise continued to point at the paper, "You should be able to tell that this is a part of a map of Europe. Some of the drawing and names are different from the current ones. According to the time and pointing order marked on these arrows, Clackenthorpe's The history should be traced back to the classical period of Greece, and the earliest range of activities was in Etruria."

Draco squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly the writing on the ancient map that was the size of a grain of rice.

Blaise hit him mercilessly, "Don't read it, you can't understand it anyway." He pointed to the arrow that split in two and continued, "But as far as I guess, not all Krakenthorpe They are all wizards. Here, the time point should be that the Roman army is preparing to end the Etruscan era, and one of the ancestors of Crackenthorpe fled to Genoa, while the other fled to Albania." His finger slipped , pointing at the little pitiful circle, "Albania, here is the watershed."

Draco watched hard, listened hard, and when Blaise got up to look for evidence to support his thesis, he quickly picked up the parchment and reviewed it carefully.

Blaise dragged out a large box from the bottom of the bookcase. He sat directly on the floor, looking for it and said, "Women from Crackenthorpe once served as saints in Albania. That period of history is very interesting... Ah, found it !" He took out a book with a yellow cover in surprise, flipped through it, and then showed a look of disgust, and only pinched the spine of the book with two fingers and handed it to Draco, "Read it yourself. You should be able to read it Understood, it is recorded in runes."

Draco took it over, and felt that the cover of this thin booklet was too delicate to the touch. He stroked it carefully, and suddenly felt like it was breathing, which made people shudder.

Blaise laughed sinisterly, "Human skin book."

Draco felt nauseous, and threw the booklet back in Blaise's face.

Blaise let out a ghostly cry and immediately dodged.He picked up the book again and complained, "Do you know how precious this notebook is? Can you just throw it away?"

Draco was unmoved, he lowered his head, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, "I listen, you say."

Blaise also knew that the joke was over, he put the human skin book on the big box, sat cross-legged in front of it, and flipped through it with one finger, "It's too long, I'll only talk about this part about history. There are many mysterious forces in the mountains and forests of Albania, among which is the origin of magic. This branch of Crackenthorpe fled to the mountains of Marathia. The beautiful unmarried girl was invited to be a saint by the local tribe, and in exchange, they would teach the witchcraft." Blaise shrugged, "It's so sad, from here on, the Clackenthorpe family has honored girls. "

Blaise quickly flipped through a few pages, "One of the witchcraft learned by the Holy Maiden is youthfulness." He commented, "Perhaps the talent mentioned in "The Origin of the Witcher's Bloodline" is beauty comes from this."

Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "It's just that you don't look old, does it mean immortality?"

Blaise looked up at him and shook his head, "Saints have a very short lifespan." He glanced at the human skin book, "Because she sacrificed her life to the gods of the tribe. Several members of the Clackenthorpe family Girls are suffering from it, they have been trying to get rid of this sacrificial magic in Albania. Then a girl... I don't know the name, I don't remember it, she spent the night before she became a saint with her lover , the magic of sacrifice automatically disappeared on her body."

Draco stared at him, seeing that Blaise's honey-colored skin couldn't stop the blush that rose up, he couldn't help coughing twice to hide his smile.