[HP] A Brief History of Time

It didn't matter if Virginia looked over, but Draco's gaze made Blaise clean up his smile immediately - he was still in the same dormitory with Draco during the long study time at Hogwarts, thinking of this The boy swung his wand so neatly, Bryce felt that his two kneecaps were hurting—if he couldn't fight, what else could he do but admit defeat?

He touched the tip of his nose, got up and took off the lunch with a preservation spell from the shelf, in order to divert the matter just now.

But before he could say a word, Virginia's eyes were drawn to the window.She frowned, looked at the spotted owl that kept flapping the car window, and asked uncertainly, "Do you want to put it in?"

"It's Holle!" Blaise stood up and pulled down the window hard.Seeing the opportunity, the not-so-small owl rushed into the box quickly, probably because it was too aggressive, or because it was dizzy by the train's airflow, it rushed directly to the door of the box and slapped again. slipped to the ground.

Blaise looked at Holle speechlessly, slammed on the ground twice, bent down and picked it up without mercy, unwrapped the package on its leg, put it on the empty space beside it, and unpacked it.

"It's my mother's letter," he said as he read it. "Ah, she said Pooh's mother came back, but missed our train... It's a Christmas present for Pooh." He dug out a gift box and handed it to Virginia.

Virginia fiddled with the tie flower on the gift box twice in her hand, raised her head and looked eagerly at Blaise, "Is there a letter from her?"

"No," Blaise searched in the package, and continued to look at Faith, "Because she was afraid that she would not be able to deliver this late Christmas gift, and if it was delivered earlier, her heart would be more at ease, so she directly enclosed it with this letter. Come on—what the hell is this? Pooh, open it and see."

Virginia hated him for reading a letter back and forth. She snatched the parchment out of his hand and threw the gift box to him, "You unwrap it for me."

Blaise, who was given a big job, was excited and gearing up, "Then I'll tear it down."

Virginia hummed perfunctorily.She unfolded the letter and re-read it from the beginning.The handwriting of Mrs. Zabini's letter reveals a sense of calmness, so Virginia is dubious about the words in the letter. Please ask Mrs. Zabini to write a letter to explain, why can't she write one herself? Where's the note?It seemed that ever since she had spoken about Blaise in her letter, there had been a sense of alienation between her and her mother—a feeling that was made all the more apparent by this late Christmas present.

In the letter, Mrs. Zabini also had some remarks on Mrs. Conway's whereabouts on Christmas: she went to the old house in Crackenthorpe, Genoa, to pick up this Christmas gift for Virginia-this is the daily gift. A treasure every girl in Crackenthorpe could have, to lock away her beloved for eternity.

Virginia couldn't hide the surprise in her heart, and hurriedly scanned the last two lines of the letter, "...wait!" She raised her eyes, rubbed the letter paper helplessly, and handed it to Blaise with some embarrassment, motioning him to read it. Last paragraph.

Blaise has already opened the gift box.

An extremely delicate bracelet was lying quietly on the bright yellow silk.The silver-white bracelet was as wide as a fingertip, and Virginia had no time to carefully observe the exquisite reliefs on the inside of the bracelet. Her eyes fell on the blue amber beads set in the center of the bracelet—this is what Mrs. Zabini mentioned. Crackenthorpe gem.

"It's really nothing," Blaise said dryly after thinking for a while after reading the letter, "Mom wants you to open it when there is no one else, just because you are afraid that others will covet it. Draco is not someone else, although blue amber is precious. , but Malfoy may not take it seriously." He looked at Virginia flatteringly, "May I bring it for you? Isn't it said that only blood relatives can cast spells?"

Before he finished speaking, Ruby, who was originally in Draco's arms, meowed and rushed towards him—to the empty seat beside him.Poor Holle, who had just recovered, didn't come up in one breath, and was crushed by a cat and passed out again.

Blaise was taken aback too.When he took Ruby, who was playing with Holle's head with her paws like a ball, to the side, Draco was already holding the blue amber bracelet and looking at it carefully.Mrs. Zabini's letter was set aside, apparently already read by him.

His movements were too fast, and the brother and sister looked at each other, embarrassed, but did not notice the horror and panic on Draco's face when he saw the bracelet.

Everyone remembers this bracelet clearly. He once took it to Bojinbok, asked him to buy a piece of mithril, and asked him to find someone to make the mithril into a ring setting, so that it would match This piece of blue amber has been around for thousands of years.

He excitedly took the newly forged ring and prepared to propose to Virginia, but before he could speak, she died.Later, he too died.

He put the blue amber ring, stained by the blood he had vomited in agony, on Virginia's bloody finger.The original clear blue and pure surface could not be wiped clean no matter how much it was wiped.When he watched it buried with Virginia with his own eyes in regret and despair, he couldn't help the pain in his heart and insisted on thinking about it.He took off the blue amber ring again—it was with Virginia's blood on it, and he spent the last month of Draco's life with Draco. Swallowed into the stomach.

Things that were once familiar came back before him, and they still carried the greatest pain in Draco's life before he died. The memory was stung, how could he keep calm all of a sudden?Fortunately, Ruby's scene awakened his memory in time.

It's just that he didn't expect that the blue amber bracelet he found from Malfoy's vault in Gringotts should belong to Virginia.

The words and instructions in Mrs. Zabini's letter also made Draco suspicious.She asked Blaise to wear this bracelet for Virginia when no one was around, and to read a spell on the blue amber with her left hand. The content of the spell was engraved on the tapestry of the Clackenthorpe family In a word.

Draco didn't have the slightest sense of being an outsider. He took Virginia's left hand and carefully buckled the bracelet on her wrist, which was a little too big.Draco didn't take his hand away, he caressed the surface of the bracelet, his mind full of thoughts, but he raised his head and asked Blaise, "Where's the spell?"

Bray paused for a moment, but finally his trust in Draco prevailed. He didn't know the intention behind Mrs. Zabini's instructions. He took out his wand, muttered to himself, and then read out to Blue Amber. A long incantation.

Draco didn't understand the strange pronunciation. He noticed that there was a repeated pronunciation in this passage. He didn't know what was driving it. Almost as soon as Bryce finished speaking, a blue-purple light came out from the tip of the wand, and at the same time, Draco Coe softly repeated the last words of the incantation.

The blue amber glowed brilliantly, and in the light blue dazzling halo, no one noticed that there was a thin red thread swimming on the smooth spherical surface. Following Draco's voice, it quickly got into Draco's body. The palm connected to Virginia disappeared immediately.

Blaise, who put away his wand, made a meaningful strange look. He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to suppress the smile that was about to burst out of his mouth, "Do you know what you mean by that sentence, Draco?" ?”

Draco looked up at him.

"Affection never dies," he replied, coughing a few times, "the tribal language of Marathia Mada - engraved on the tapestry of Crackenthorpe for hundreds of years."

"What a coincidence," Draco replied without blushing, "I've always wanted to say that."

Virginia blushed, but pulled her hand back in bewilderment.

The original lock on the blue amber bracelet disappeared, and the size became very suitable for Virginia's wrist.The only bad thing is that Virginia can't take it off anymore.

Virginia twirled the unusually exquisite bracelet and asked curiously, "The treasures that every girl in Crackenthorpe has, do Aunt Hermione and my mother have them? What are theirs?"

"I think the jewelry that my mother never leaves is a ring, which she wears on the index finger of her left hand," Blaise thought carefully, "it's blood amber."

Draco mused, "It's all amber?"

"...Not necessarily." Virginia carefully recalled Mrs. Conway, but found that she never seemed to have jewelry that never left her body, and there was no such jewelry as amber in her makeup box. "I don't know. Family legend It’s always a bit ridiculous.” Virginia didn’t take it seriously, she laughed, “I have a good friend Serena, she always said that she had a female ancestor who was a princess who fled from the East—in fact Well, their family is of English descent for generations. At that time, she was obsessed with Indian shawls and Chinese satins, and she wished to give the fabric of each skirt in her family a name from the East."

Brace nodded in agreement on the surface, but when he met Draco's eyes, he knew that his shrewd friend had learned another secret of Crackenthorpe—a family legend that seemed ridiculous in the wizarding world There will be a real historical source.

Blaise tried to remember what was locked in her mother's blood amber—two golden threads?

The blue amber bracelet was so precious that Virginia couldn't help but believe that Mrs. Conway must have really struggled to find this gift, perhaps she was too tired to write.

With this beautiful thought, Virginia lay on the train table and wrote a long letter to Mrs. Conway.

When Huo Le, who woke up slowly, opened his eyes and saw the task waiting in front of him, he rolled his round eyes, folded his wings and was about to pretend to be dizzy, when Ruby, who was staring at him, had already shown his claws.

Virginia laughed happily, stuffed a dozen of Holle's favorite pure chocolate beans into Holle's personal cloth bag, and he reluctantly picked up the envelope, spread his wings and flew out of the window.

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew, and it began to slow down unsteadily.

School is here.