[HP] A Brief History of Time

Blaise failed to provoke, so he had to drag out of Virginia's room aggrievedly under the eyes of Virginia's accusation.

Draco on the other side of the mirror listened quietly to Virginia muttering to herself after Blaise left, pattering around the room, humming her own song , and then he heard the slam of the door and the faint sound of water.Draco knew she was going to take a shower.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he closed the double-sided mirror again and put it in the skirt of his clothes.He glanced at his watch, the pointer pointed to eight o'clock, he sat up from the bed, walked slowly to the black dog lying in the corner, poked its stomach lightly with his toes, the black dog half-raised its eyelids and looked glanced at him.

"I know you are not interested in confessing the truth, and to be honest, I don't care how your life is going. But after so many days, I have analyzed the pros and cons of this matter enough-although letting a Malfoy take the initiative to replace it A Gryffindor solving trouble sounds funny, but for the common good, even if you and I get different benefits from it-you for your godson, I for the reputation of the Black family, my kindness can be described as frank .”

There was no one in the dormitory at this time, so Draco could speak to Black so blatantly. His unusual attitude towards the big black dog had already made Goyle and Crabbe, who were full of desserts, look sideways.

"I've never overestimated Malfoy's attitude towards interests." A somewhat hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the big black dog, rather weakly, "I just feel strange, why are you so sure that I am? Is it Sne Pu told you? No, if it was him, I'm afraid I'd have returned to Azkaban... Tell me, how do you know?"

"That's why you've been a dog for so many days without saying a word. Do you think no one knows your Animagus secret?" Draco sneered, "I thought it was because of your poor brain power. Exhaustion—of course, if you have wisdom in your body."

Black's Animagus form was held in place by Draco's collar around his dog's neck, and he could swear that this blunt kid did it on purpose—yes, he really couldn't undo it He was restrained by a collar, he couldn't change back into human form, and he didn't have a wand.

"In exchange—"

"It seems that although we have made some progress in our conversation today, we can stop here." Draco shrugged indifferently, and turned to leave.

"You brat—" Black stood up from the ground excitedly, his voice was so atmospheric that it was infinitely close to a dog barking.

Draco turned around and looked at him coldly, "Think about the situation where you and I parted—my uncle, if you still can't tell the priority of things, I suspect that my cooperation with you is just a A wrong decision. Think about it, you have worked so hard from Azkaban to come to Hogwarts, isn’t your matter at the point of imminent danger?” Seeing him struggling, Draco picked Raising an eyebrow, he returned to the bed.

At nine o'clock Goyle and Crabbe tiptoed back with a large pile of pastries for supper.They whispered Draco's name twice outside the bed curtain.

"He's asleep." It was Gregory's voice.

Draco heard Vincent move to the corner, probably doing something provocative, and Black let out a few low growls from his throat.

"Why doesn't this dog go out for a walk?" Vincent's voice was puzzled.

"I guess it's Draco's little problem in the first grade again - he must be leading someone else's dog and dare not take it outside..."

Draco turned over loudly in the bed netting, and Goyle and Crabbe fell silent immediately.

When the sky was about to dawn, Draco vaguely dreamed about his past life.He was pushed out of the emergency room, and the sound of Narcissa's crying had just faded away. Although he was conscious, he could only lie motionless on St. Mungo's hospital bed with his eyes closed.After an unknown amount of time, soft footsteps entered the ward.He could feel a soft hand lift his eyelids, and then the soft warmth of healing spells engulfed his whole body.When he finally opened his eyes, he saw a girl with typical Scandinavian beauty sitting on the edge of the bed. If what she read didn't make him disgusted, he would be amazed. Immerse in it for a little longer.

"...my godfather is a slandered hero. His most admired quality is his loyalty to his friends. Although he sacrificed his youth for this, the 12 years of imprisonment in Azkaban still cannot wash away The iron bones on his body..."

"Once Upon a Time at Hogwarts", the author, the savior, Draco swears, Mrs. Hermione Weasley, as the planner, must have polished a lot of it.

"It seems that you also contributed a few Galleons to the income of the poor Weasley's family," Draco said, "Your professionalism needs to be improved, Miss Nurse, don't you know my last name? This damn The hero was brought down by my aunt's wand, that's fine!"

The girl who was reading to him with a soft and low voice raised her head - Draco found that looking at her more beautiful this way, even though she was too thin and worn out the height that her appearance should have achieved, it also made people feel a kind of chill cold.

She put down the book without saying a word, and checked his physical condition with her wand.

Next, Draco discovered how stubborn this girl was. Every afternoon at three o'clock, she read in the ward on time with the memoir that gave him a toothache—until she read the whole book three times, The first thing Draco did when he was able to sit up and get out of bed was to throw her book in the trash.

"You are recovering well, but your brain is not clear!" This was the first sentence Virginia said to him, and the cold anger in her eyes abruptly woke Draco from his sleep.

Meanwhile, Egypt at five o'clock.

Virginia, who was huddled in the back seat of the car wrapped in a thick windbreaker, did not notice the blue amber bracelet on her wrist hidden under the windbreaker slipped a faint light.

Since Tim Wright was a Muggle through and through, the other four poor wizards couldn't take any shortcuts to Luxor, so they dutifully hired a car and drove through the desert for three hours.It was already past eight o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Luxor, the oasis city in the desert.The sun began to radiate heat in the cloudless sky over Luxor.

There were not many tourists at this time, and the group of them did not go to the Valley of the Kings, but went around the foot of the cliff, taking advantage of the lack of people, and climbing all the way.

As he went up, a very strange expression began to appear on Tim's face. He didn't talk much all the way, and even thoughtfully wanted to take the backpack on Alonna's body. Even if he was rejected, he just shrugged indifferently. But Virginia could feel him staring at Alona's back all the way.

When Virginia suspected that she was going to be roasted by the sun, Alona finally stopped beside a boulder on the top of the cliff.She took a few steps in place, silently took out a box from her bag, and took out a gold dagger inlaid with sapphire on the handle and a roll of papyrus that looked very old.

"Please, Tim." Alona handed him the papyrus.

"I'm glad I finally came in handy. To be honest, I've been wondering why you don't go to the scenic spots. The pillars of the temple are full of words. I thought I would be a guide." He threw it away as if relieved With the schoolbag on his shoulders, he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a pen and paper from his trouser pocket, and began to write and draw. However, he was not very focused, and his eyes glanced at the golden dagger in Alona's hand from time to time, "I said, this dagger looks very old." He looked at Alona's indifferent expression, so he had to retract his gaze again, "It's interesting, of course, and this roll of paper, ah! Lost craftsmanship, Is this real? How could it be so well preserved?" Tim exclaimed happily, "What is recorded on this paper, is it the production method?" He was completely immersed in excitement.

Alona and Mrs. Zabini looked at each other.Virginia and Blaise sat down on a nearby rock, both too tired to talk.

"Dear Ville, this is the inheritance of your father's family." Alona glanced at Tim who was buried in the translation of the papyrus. "Your father's surname is Herbers."

Virginia looked at her blankly.

"Jasmine Manor is your father's inheritance. During the period of the first Dark Lord, your grandfather modified the memories of the whole village and lifted the Muggle Repelling Curse of Jasmine Manor. He took your grandmother and pretended to be a Muggle to live in it." Wechwood Village, to avoid the Dark Lord's solicitation. Eleven years ago, your father brought you and me to live in Jasmine Manor for the same reason."

"Did someone kill my father? You mean the mysterious man? Why?"

Seeing Virginia's excited look, Alona thought of Virginia's real mother, her twin sister, and she was about to tell the truth, but Mrs. Zabini was staring at her.

"It's because of our purpose of standing here now." Alona's expression was serious, "This is a temptation that no one can resist."

"Molly—" Tim interrupted enthusiastically, ""

Alona stopped talking and turned to look at him.

There was a trace of unease on Tim's face, but the incident was very short, he handed the paper in his hand to Alona, ​​"It's just a few short lines, very strange content, I don't understand what it means, but I translated it."

"Thank you, Tim, that's enough for us." Alona took a closer look and smiled, "You heard our conversation just now, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Tim laughed. "You know that when I work, I always concentrate on it and don't hear the outside world."

Alona smiled, "It's okay, you'll hear it later." She looked at the translated text that Tim handed over, and handed it to Mrs. Zabini.

Madame Zabini hesitated, then nodded.

"Dear Will, do as I say." Alona handed the dagger to Virginia, "It will hurt, the process will be painful, but don't be afraid."

Virginia looked at her and knelt beside the boulder like her, "What should I do?"

Mrs. Zabini walked around the boulder with a notebook in one hand and a magic wand in the other, drawing a circle in the sand, "It's right here."

"Cut off your fingers," Alona's voice trembled, and she glanced at the translated text again, "Drip the blood into the blood groove of the golden dagger, from the beginning to the end, wipe the magic lines on it..."

The golden dagger in Virginia's hand, when a drop of Virginia's blood slipped from the tip of the dagger into the dust, reflected a line of golden magic patterns.

"Now, insert it into the soil!"

"It's all stone—" Virginia's words got stuck in the middle, and the process of Alonna holding her hand and inserting the golden dagger into the ground was unexpectedly smooth, as if cutting a wave of water, from Aaron The spell that came out of Na's mouth was strange and ancient.

The golden dagger suddenly burrowed into the ground as if it had life, and a huge elastic force bounced off the hands held by Virginia and Alona, ​​and the two of them took a few steps back.

A few seconds later, the boulder around them shook violently twice, fell between them, and split in two. A golden box full of precious stones fell out of it, and a golden dagger lay quietly on top of the box. in the groove.

Mrs. Zabini's wand quickly turned to Tim, who was carrying his bag and preparing to retreat.

Tim cracked a somewhat ugly smile, he raised his hands, and glanced at Alona, ​​"I said, old friend, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge so quickly."

"Of course I won't take your life, but for the sake of safety, I must do something sorry for you." Alona smiled at him apologetically, "We have to make you forget about it."

"I'm so happy!" Tim said with great relief. "I was pretending to be brave just now-but in fact, I was really petrified. Great, life is safe." He straightened his chest and made a gesture. With a heroic look, "Come on, I already know that you are witches, don't worry, I am not an orthodox sect..."

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Zabini had already said, "Forget it all!" Tim Wright fell back straight while maintaining his chest up.

With a plop, a large cloud of dust was raised, and Blaise shook his eyebrows, feeling a little hurt for him.

Mrs. Zabini glanced at Alona, ​​"We are waiting for you in the valley where we came in." She threw a beautiful brooch to Alona, ​​"I am worried about your apparition, use the Portkey Bar."