[HP] A Brief History of Time

In Draco's memory, Blaise had never had such an innocent moment.In their previous lives, they stopped developing close friendships after the first grade.When he was a student, Draco led Goyle and Crabbe, arrogantly causing trouble around the school, unaware that he was made a clown by the stupidity of the two big guys and Pansy's flattery.

Although Draco can accept his own criticism and introspection, he can't bear others' ridicule of him.He squinted his eyes and looked at Blaise at this time: the collection of books in the room alone was countless; he analyzed the origin of his mother's surname clearly and logically; the runes, which were only initially mastered by senior students, were already capable of ordinary reading—he I don't think I don't know him at all.In fact, Draco at his age in his previous life really didn't know anything.Draco suddenly felt that Blaise's previous life had suddenly become indifferent to him, probably because he felt that this Malfoy was not as smart and capable as expected.

Blaise felt a chill down his spine, and the heat that had arisen from describing how the sacrificial magic disappeared suddenly receded.He raised his head and said hesitantly, "You should understand, right?"

Thinking of the playboy Blaise he met in the bar, Draco secretly sneered, determined to play dumb, "What do you mean?"

Blaise bowed his head and said it again.

Draco was about to play dumb.He frowned, looking puzzled, and asked, "Did her lover find a way to solve the sacrificial magic? Is there any record of how to solve it?"

Blaise looked at him in disbelief, "You really don't know? You can say so boldly that Virginia must be named Malfoy without even knowing this! My God, I actually believe you!" He said from the floor Jumping up, "Void! This agreement is void! You are so naive, maybe you are making fun of Virginia!"

Draco moved quickly, his wand aimed at his jumping feet, and with a Leg-locking Charm, Blaise fell on the wool blanket and gnawed mud.

Bryce was furious, but when he saw Draco's sneering face, he suddenly realized, "You are too cunning, you can lie to me too!"

Draco was determined to show his 'ability' in front of him, and looked at him with disdain from the corner of his eyes, "The saints of the tribe are generally the wives of the tribe gods in name, so naturally if they are virgins." He asked suddenly Got to the point, "Isn't the saint's lover a native of Albania?"

"Of course not." Blaise quickly answered with red ears, and added, "He is an Italian wizard. The history described in the pamphlet ends here. Krakenthorpe angered the local aborigines, and with the help of that man , and fled to Trieste via Montenegro." He leaned over and took the parchment map, and pointed it out to Draco, "Crackenthorpe then spent hundreds of years in Italy, until recently It didn't arrive in England until 200."

Blaise sighed deeply, "That's all I know. Have you heard anything worthwhile that can resolve your doubts?"

No idea at all.

"As far as you know, how many secret arts did your mother learn from Albania?"

Blaise looked at him innocently, "You think I can know?" He turned and touched his cheek, "However, I think with her personality, the saint's youthful appearance should be her forte."

Permanent youth?Thinking of You-Know-Who's flat, snake-like face, Draco couldn't help shivering.With that person's ambition, I'm afraid it's not here.This is certainly not the eye-catching secret in Virginia.

Blaise buried his head and turned the pages with his fingers, quickly browsing through the records about Albania, "There are so many weird secret arts mentioned above, but the process is not very detailed and useless... As for letting the blood Not at all turned into a cure for dark magic damage." He mused, "My mother never showed it either. If it's a family gift, I guess, we'll have to learn from Virginie. Ya’s father.” He spread his hands, expressing his powerlessness, “I don’t know anything about this.”

Draco came back to his senses, his voice was weak and erratic, "Well, I don't know either."

The two were relatively silent for a while, and could only warn each other to keep Virginia's secret, and brought this topic to an end.

The Christmas holidays fly by quickly.The day before school started, Virginia was watching Draco and Blaise play wizard chess with her chin resting on her chin. Mrs. Zabini suddenly appeared in the living room in a state of embarrassment, which shocked everyone.

At first, everyone didn't recognize her, until Blaise called her mother, and everyone was surprised to find that the woman with messy and damp hair and muddy water dripping from the hem of the black coat was Mrs. Zabini.

Virginia glanced out of the window. Although the sun was a little thin, it was also a rare good weather recently. She stared at the wet black felt hat that was crumpled up and thrown at the foot of the sofa, with a suspicious expression on her face.

Blaise frowned and got up from the carpet, "You didn't bring your wand?"

Mrs. Zabini glanced at him, and slowly pulled out the wand from the bun behind her head and cast a quick-drying spell on herself, "The wand is not omnipotent."

She didn't even change her shoes. She staggered upstairs on her pointed heels, leaving footprints on the pale yellow carpet.

Mickey appeared in a hurry to clean up the mess in the living room, and then disappeared in a hurry.

No one in the living room was interested in playing.Virginia moved nervously on the sofa, and finally grabbed Blaise's clothes, "That thing, that jar. When will I go and explain to Mrs. Zabini?" This matter weighed heavily on her mind. It's vacation.

Blaise froze for a moment before he realized, "Don't be nervous, let me help you, it's not a big deal," he tried to comfort, "Didn't you see it? I have a lot of things like this in my house."

Virginia didn't think it was a thing to compare.She sighed melancholy and leaned back on the sofa.If her description wasn't so small, the beauty's melancholy would make others frown.

But Draco frowned.After a few seconds, he felt that he was being unkind, so he got up and sat next to Virginia, took her hand, led her out of the seat, and whispered, "Brace must have a lot to say to Zabini. Madam said, let's pack our luggage first."

However, things were beyond everyone's expectations. Half an hour later, Blaise knocked on Virginia's door with a full face, "We will leave in an hour, go to Diagon Alley, and not come back tonight. Take the earliest train tomorrow morning."

Draco frowned and said nothing, and after Blaise gave him a look that didn't mean anything, he said, "Just in time, I need to go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping." He glanced at Virginia's bed. A lot of laundry, "Let Mickey clean it up for you."

Virginia saw the expressions of the two of them, and instinctively felt what had happened.But since they don't tell, she won't ask either.She was appalled at how commonplace Slytherins were to the Dark Arts.

Mrs. Zabini seemed eager to send them off.She saw them off standing by the marble fireplace in the hall, fully dressed.

Draco was the first to slip into the fireplace, disappearing into the green glow.

Next up is Virginia.

"Farewell, Aunt Hermione."

Mrs. Zabini's hand paused, but finally reached out, and patted Virginia's face lightly, "Goodbye, Virginia."

Virginia intuitively felt that Mrs. Zabini was different. The light and water in her eyes seemed to have dried up, but they were not as indifferent as when they first saw her.Virginia always felt that if she had enough time, she would have something to say to herself.

However, before she could think about it, Mrs. Zabini's red lips had already spit out the destination for her.

The last thing Virginia saw was a blank-faced Mrs. Zabini.

"I'm leaving, Mom." Blaise lifted the box at his feet, "Are you really okay?"

"Of course not," said Mrs. Zabini with a look that did not seem to be fake.This time there was a smile in her eyes, she lowered her head slightly and kissed Blaise's forehead, then patted the back of his head, "Let's go, son. When you come back next time, you will be taller than mom , I'm getting old too!"

Blaise stepped into the fireplace and half turned around to look at her, "Everyone can hear the complacency in your words. Wait until you get your first wrinkle, and then lament sincerely!" He hesitated for a while, then continued in a softer voice than just now, "Your guest is not a man, is it?" As soon as he finished speaking, he blushed and murmured to himself, otherwise why would he be so urgent to send the three of himself together? drive away.

Even the green firelight couldn't cover up the red light of embarrassment on Blaise's face.What does Mrs. Zabini, who understands her son's unfinished business, not understand?She angrily threw a handful of Floo powder on his head and kicked him out of the house.

She put the unused Floo powder on the edge of the fireplace, and just finished her expression when the door of the hall made a loud "bang".

"I thought you didn't use the wand very much, but you're actually not very used to it!" Mrs. Zabini turned around in a leisurely manner, with red lips drawing a sarcastic smile at the person, "See? I'm afraid you won't be able to get in, I deliberately closed most of the magic circles in the manor." She said softly, "You are very welcome, my dear sister."

Where did the woman who broke the door still have the elegance and dignity of a few months ago in Wedgwood?Most of her bun had been undone, her crumpled overcoat was open, the stockings on one leg were scratched, and a pitiful sobbing Mickey was still hanging on the other leg.With a pale face and empty eyes, she stared closely at Mrs. Zabini, pointed the wand at Mrs. Zabini's nose with a wand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me back the things."

"Alonna," Mrs. Zabini didn't pay attention to her wand, she almost kept her eyes on the person who came, and naturally she didn't miss the sudden constriction of her eye sockets.Mrs. Zabini almost sighed, "Alona, ​​Alona, ​​you made your choice 11 years ago, why did you change your original intention?"

Mrs. Conway resisted her gaze and said unwillingly, "I don't know what you mean. Why do you interfere with my actions? I didn't seek your treasure, why did you take mine?"

Mrs. Zabini was unmoved, and her eyes did not leave Mrs. Conway's face for a moment, until her pale face became extremely red, and finally she slowly lowered her wand and looked away.

"Mickey." Mrs. Zabini motioned for the house-elf to back out of the hall.

"Virginia just left just a few minutes ago." As soon as Mickey disappeared into the hall, Mrs. Zabini continued to examine her with her eyes. "I don't think you would like to meet her now."

With a pale face, Mrs. Conway tried to ask in an indifferent tone, "When did you start to suspect—"

"That's right," Mrs. Zabini interrupted her, with a mocking smile on her face, "I stopped contacting you more than ten years ago because you couldn't understand what I was doing—I didn't understand My first husband. So, I'm very surprised Mrs. Gibbs' visit, very, very strange, in my impression, she is not that kind of person - someone will accidentally overhear the conversation, almost like it is on purpose Tell me. Of course, she'll be there waiting for me as soon as I leave the estate."

Mrs. Conway said nothing, but her face became even uglier.

"I saved your life, Alona, ​​you have to be obedient. The 'beloved' of Monte Carlo no longer belongs to Krakenthorpe. No matter how much blood you use, even if you die, you won't be awakened." return it."

"Why on earth—" Mrs. Conway raised her head, her gray eyes instantly became thick black, in stark contrast to her pale face that lost all color, it was terrifying, and the roar that came out of her throat was like a sawmill. "You have no reason to question me again. After more than ten years of indifference, when did the consciousness of the Clackenthorpe parents return to you? Why do you think——Why should I still Will you listen to me like before?"

Mrs. Zabini began to get a little impatient, "Don't forget Clackenthorpe's control over blood, unless you change your wand again, Alona, ​​don't let innocent people be implicated-of course, it's based on me. The name Kenthorpe still has a little affection. If you still want to see Virginia, the daughter of George Herbers; if you still want her to continue calling you mother. You should do what you should do. thing."