[HP] A Brief History of Time

"It wasn't your fault, Draco."

"I know," he looked at Virginia, "but it's different now. I can't be indifferent to your danger. I can't bear this loss."

Anyone with a discerning eye could understand the eagerness in his eyes. Ever since he knew that Virginia had those extra memories, he had expressed his intentions all the time. As long as Virginia gave him a little response, everyone would be happy in the end.

But Virginia didn't want to take advantage of Draco from the bottom of her heart.She suspected that it was because she didn't study too much in her previous life that she was touched by him - obviously he had so many flaws that could not be ignored, and even she herself died of an inexplicable jealousy.Even though his eyes and smile moved her now, she still didn't have the heart to let Virginia say goodbye to him without any grievances.

"As long as my surname is Crackenthorpe, My-Know-Who won't notice me," Virginia said, lowering her head to avoid his gaze. The family tree kicked her name out, but, anyway, we're better prepared than ignorant. I'll have a chat with her, about the amber and the black jar in the Zabini estate ——To be clear, it shouldn't be difficult, I don't want to continue to be kept in the dark, ignorant and useless."

"That's why you're mad, isn't it, Will? So, you don't respond to the double-sided mirror?"

"God, Draco," Virginia smiled softly, "if you only find out this reason, we can end the topic of forgiveness and unforgiveness, because there is no need."

Draco had a bitter look on his face. Of course he understood where the problem was, and he couldn’t get over this part even by making jokes—this is the double-sidedness of Virginia’s recovery of memory, and some things don’t need to be said It is very clear, but some things are even worse when they are clear.

"Drink the compound potion now." Virginia glanced at the hall, "Dorphin is facing this direction, don't let him see you."

Draco took out the potion bottle, uncorked it, walked to the shadow of the terrace, glanced at her, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

A smile appeared on Virginia's face, her eyebrows raised high, and she looked in that direction.Not long after, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling, and Virginia stood up from her seat and walked into the shadow.

"Oh, poor baby." Virginia bent down and picked up the little baby in the middle of a pile of clothes. She seemed to have been prepared, and took out a thick baby cloak from the handbag that had cast the space extension spell Wrap up this naked baby.She tidied up the pile of clothes that Draco had left on the floor, and pinched the baby's face with thick fetal hair that Draco had turned into with great interest.

How could Draco still not understand that this was also one of Virginia's revenge?He was held in Virginia's arms with soft hands and feet with complicated emotions, and he was about to open his mouth to say something, but thinking that it had become the sound that a baby's short vocal cords could make at this time, Draco closed his mouth tightly again .

Virginia was in a good mood and held him with one hand, and used her magic wand to turn the slide near the terrace into a staircase that only allowed one foot to stand. She kicked off the high heels on her feet and threw them into her bag. Stepping down the stairs with bare feet and leaning sideways.

She wandered around in a deserted place in the garden for a quarter of an hour, and when the effect of the aging agent passed, she returned to the inn.

Blaise opened the door almost as soon as she got there.

"I was just going out to find you—what's this!" Blaise yelled, pointing to her arms.

Virginia pulled him out of the door, and put the baby Draco, who was struggling in her hands, into Blaise's arms, "Hold him, go back to your room, then pack your luggage, see you in one hour." She ignored Blaise, dumbfounded, closed the door.

In fact, in less than an hour, Blaise knocked on Virginia's door with a sad face, and behind him, Draco, who had recovered, wore Zabini's baggy shirt, as if everything As if nothing happened, with a smile on his face.

Dobby had already helped Virginia pack and salute. She took out the port key without any nonsense, "Let's go back first. Maybe we can catch up with the holiday in England."

Blaise couldn't understand why she was in such a hurry, but didn't object.

Virginia's door key was set at the house in Little Venice, and the three of them just landed on the sofa in the living room.Dobby was perfect for the ten Galleons. He came back one step earlier and had already cleaned up the house, and the table in the dining room was also set for Christmas dinner.

The three looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief in the familiar atmosphere.

***

Mrs. Zabini and Alona came back a day later through Ministry of Magic officials.Both men clearly gained a lot.When they entered the house, Virginia was the only one waiting for them, and Draco couldn't resist the banquet that followed the holidays, whether as Malfoy or as Fryat, as his partner. People, Blaise also has no way to get rid of the torture of various transformation potions.

"Late Christmas present, dear." Alona gave her a book tied with satin flowers.

"A Brief Discussion on Alchemy Symbols" was exactly the one Virginia was looking at in the library in Alexandria.Ouroboros is one such alchemical symbol.

Virginia's heart moved, she picked up the book and flipped through it, "Joseph's notebook mentioned alchemy, and it is said that it was used when changing the magical surname contract - but I am curious, is it true? Because what went wrong in it, I don't have the last name Herbers?"

Mrs. Zabini glanced at her with a half-smile and understood what she meant, "Of course not, it's all about your other half's blood. You know, you asked your mother about the family history—she didn't know anything about it." Yes, otherwise she wouldn't feel at ease leading you to live in the Muggle world for 11 years."

"Aunt Hermione, you must know it very well?" Virginia asked sweetly, "You are smart, proficient in everything, and have seen a wide range of worlds, so you must know a lot of secrets? I remember you once wrote When the letter sent me this bracelet, it also told me that it is the treasure of every girl in Calakenthorpe, do you have any explanation?"

Mrs. Zabini looked at her, stretched out a finger lazily, and put a blood-red amber ring polished into beads, "Of course."

Alona smiled and sat down beside Virginia without making a sound, listening to her together.

Mrs. Zabini will naturally not forget about the history of the old ancestors of Crackenthorpe being a saint in Albania, but compared with what Blaise learned, she is more aware of the reason why the saint's face is not old. In her case, Virginia heard a more complete history.

"It's time container magic. A woman's body itself is a time container, but the container is only sealed when she is a virgin. Albania's primitive magic is vicious and cruel. When the saint endured this magic, her vitality was close to At the end, what she stored was the vitality that she could no longer use." Mrs. Zabini turned the ring on her hand and said lightly, "The girl born to the last saint of Clackenthorpe and that Italian wizard is Clara. The first real wizard of the Kenthorpe family, but men are unreliable, especially Italian men..." Alona coughed twice, but Mrs. Zabini didn't lift her eyelids, "Don't be too rigid , Alona," she paused, then continued, "Women from places like Albania will naturally not be bullied by others. She killed her husband and the third woman, who was only 20 years old. The former is already forty. The lesson this marriage brings to the Clackenthorpe woman is that she has created a new time magic—compared with the barbarism of Albania, she has found a new time container, which is amber. Naturally, the older the journey, the stronger the magic—this is the biggest secret of the Clackenthorpe family."

"That part of Blaise's spell?"

"Yes," she nodded, "it seems that you already understand this."

Virginia is okay, Alona has been bored by the recent series of weird magic family incidents, she said unceremoniously, "I think it's better to have nothing, it is precisely because of this that your attitude towards marriage is so good." It would be so indignant to take a divorce seriously. I can't imagine..."

"Are you still living in the past?" Madame Zabini interrupted her rudely.

"I'm just afraid you're setting a bad example for Blaise and Virginia."

Virginia on the side tried her best to shift her attention to "A Brief Discussion on Alchemy Symbols" embarrassingly, but she didn't understand her kindness in not wanting to embarrass Mrs. Zabini at all.

"Hey, honey, don't worry. No girl in Crackenthorpe has ever worried about it. If you fancy someone, let him hold your hand and cast a spell over the amber--amber stores All your precious things, including men's love. This is probably why most of Clackenthorpe don't believe in love." Mrs. Zabini pinched Virginia's face, "But there are exceptions. Except your mother, I have never heard of a girl who is not happy to have an extra layer of protection for herself, and she gave her own amber to others. A famous woman."

"Who is it?" Virginia asked Alona curiously.

Alona was stunned for a moment, she glanced at Mrs. Zabini, and said slowly, "The 'beloved' of Monte Carlo is already lying in the cemetery of Princess Grace along with the love of the Grand Duke of Monaco."

"She was only 9 years old that year. When she met Princess Grace in France, she gave her the piece of golden amber she owned." Mrs. Zabini said regretfully, "The piece of golden amber was found by my mother with great difficulty. Come. But the amber sent out no longer belongs to Krakenthorpe, and there will be no connection between it and you."

Virginia's face looked confused, "What kind of connection does this connection refer to? A magical connection, or will I never see it again?"

"Both." Mrs. Zabini emphasized emphatically, "No matter how wishful you try to get it back, you will never see it again. The relationship between it and Crackenthorpe has been completely broken. .”

Alona knew very well that she was pointing at herself. On that rainy night in Monte Carlo, Alona used almost one-third of her blood, but she didn't even arouse Jin Amber.If Mrs. Zabini hadn't appeared, she might really have to break through layers of guards and protections to search the cemetery carefully.

Neither of them noticed that Virginia stared at the blue amber bracelet on her hand, and her face became very strange.