[HP Doujin] 1943

Years later, Hogwarts' History of Magic textbook referred to August 1955, 8 as the "August Siege".

Most OWLs students know the definition of this history item by heart before the exam:

"The Siege of August Bernard, referred to as the August Siege, refers to a fierce battle that broke out in the Bernard Valley, a famous wizard villa area in Monte Carlo, France on August 1955, 8. More than a hundred members of the British and French Ministry of Magic Aurors fought desperately with the group of dark wizards who crossed the border from England to France, and finally succeeded in besieging Mr. Tom Riddle, the leader of the dark wizards (later known as Voldemort), in the valley. The two sides stalemate for a week, 24 In the middle of the night of March 8th, the British and French Ministry of Magic, which had obvious advantages at that time, suddenly surrendered unconditionally, and Mr. Tom Riddle and his followers left Monte Carlo."

"The British and French governments have never given any official answer as to the reasons for their surrender. To this day, the 'August Siege' has puzzled military researchers and historians from all over the world. It is one of the most shocking events in the history of wizarding warfare One of the clueless events. By the end of the twentieth century, people began to widely use 'August Siege' to refer to various historical mysteries. After more than half a century of evolution, the newly revised "Contemporary British Wizarding Dictionary" in 2012 will 'August Siege' is officially included as a common phrase used to refer to unsolved mysteries in history and confusing phenomena in daily life."

Let us follow the history and go back to August 1955.

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The days at the end of August were calm and beautiful, Monte Carlo was still full of tourists, and not many people cared about the motion about cooperating in the extradition and apprehension of dark wizards just passed by the Ministry of Magic.The raid by a group of Aurors on the Côte d'Azur turned out to be nothing, and was dubbed sarcastically by Le Soir de France as the "First Prize for Ministry of Magic Folly of the Year", saying it was The surprise inspection might be a conspiracy initiated by Tony Randall to make money, because the wizards who came on vacation in August felt that the "Cote d'Azur" was not safe, and almost all flocked to Randall's hotel.

Other than that, nothing has changed for the azure bays and white sandy beaches.The weather was sunny and hot, and laughter was everywhere.Elizabeth lived a comfortable life in the villa in the Bernard Valley. She read the newspaper every day and went for a walk, her face became much rosier.

On the evening of August 8, the sky just darkened, and the golden red sunset shrouded the entire bay, gradually becoming gloomy. The salty sea breeze and the temperature of the day blew across the Randall’s villa. The leaves of the Medici-style black wrought iron gate at the door fell one after another and fell on the windshield of the Bentley.

Elizabeth was sitting on the porch at the back of the house reading a book, when suddenly there was the smell of cigars, Francis wrapped her arms around her and said in a gentle voice, "Miss me?"

Elizabeth turned her head and looked at him. These days, he seemed to be thinner, because he was busy with work all the year round. Although he was only 36 years old, he already had a few gray hairs on his forehead.She smiled, held his hand, and said, "I've been married for so long, why are you still saying such nasty things?"

His palms are very broad and warm.He held her cold hand, walked to sit next to her, and calmly asked her some details of life's trivial matters.

Elizabeth told him in a long-winded manner that she had a migraine attack for a while after breakfast this morning, but it was all right after nine o'clock.Estella kept crying and didn't fall asleep until after lunch.This reminded her of Charles. Charles was so obedient when he was a child, he seldom cried, except for eating and sleeping, so he didn't have to worry about it at all...

At this point in the ramblings, she couldn't help laughing, and soft light shone in her dark eyes, like the brightest morning star on the Scottish hills in winter.

"Looking at Claudia and Estella these days, I always feel sad from time to time," she said. .You said I was never a good mother and I missed his upbringing. If I could have a kid, I would definitely be at home with him every day, watching him smile for the first time, wow for the first time Crying, calling mom and dad for the first time...but I can't have another baby."

The soft evening breeze blew the fluffy chestnut hair on her forehead, Francis reached out and hugged her, let her sit on his lap, hugged her, and said gently: "Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life The thing, you marrying me is the happiest thing in my life. I am already content. For the rest of this life, our family will spend every day well, so this life will not be in vain. "

Elizabeth stared at him blankly, tears welling in her eyes.Francis helped her wipe away her tears. She sniffled and said, "Why are you telling me these big things again? For you, wouldn't it be worthwhile to promote cooperation in the international magic community?"

"That's just work." Francis said, reaching out to brush her forehead hair behind her ears, gently stroking her earlobe, and looking at her seriously, "Your face looks much better than it was a month ago .”

Elizabeth smiled: "You should also come to live for a month. You have lost a lot of weight recently."

Francis leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "We'll go home tomorrow. The kids miss you."

Elizabeth's fingers played with his tie, while she raised her head in his arms, with a mischievous smile on her lips, and two deep dimples on her cheeks: "The children don't want me to go back, to be honest."

"Well, I missed you." Francis pinched her face and said with a smile, "Dear Mrs. Stuart."

That night was extraordinarily warm and intoxicating, and even the hot evening wind had a wonderful and incredible taste.Francis lived in the Bernard Valley.The next morning, Elizabeth woke up in Francis' arms, raised her head, and said to him sleepily, "Francis, I had a dream last night."

"Well, what?"

"I dreamed that when I was a child of six or seven years old, I was reading a book with you in a big park. I slept in your arms for such a long afternoon," she said, with an inexplicable expression on her face. A look of distress, "You are so strange in the dream, you are so kind to me, not as hateful as after marriage, you always lose your temper at me at every turn. You also told me that you would send I am a camellia that never fades, so I will never leave you."

A hint of imperceptible shock and surprise flashed across Francis' face.He had once heard an old wizard say that there was an ancient and unfathomable magic in emotion itself, which could outperform the most complex and wicked spells.He looked at her dazed face and thought, did he finally wait until this day?She finally had feelings for him again in her heart. It was this feeling that subconsciously awakened the memory that was forcibly sealed by Victoria many years ago in the dream?

Elizabeth looked at him for a long time. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Oh, I'm just dreaming. Recently, I always have all kinds of weird dreams. I know you must be laughing at me right now." .”

He smiled too, took her head to his chest, and kissed the shaggy chestnut hair on top of her head.Already 29 years old, Lizzie still has that childish air that will never go away.That's what he liked best about her.She will always be the one and only person in his heart.

After breakfast, Francis went to work at the Ministry of Magic, and Elizabeth stayed to pack her luggage. "I'll be home before nine o'clock," she said as she tiptoed to kiss him goodbye. "I'll be home for dinner tonight."

"Okay." Francis hugged her, kissed her again, and then turned and walked into the fireplace.Seeing his figure disappear into the flames, Elizabeth turned around and went upstairs to pack the boxes. She suddenly looked extremely pale and absent-minded.

On the day of August 8th, before 24 o'clock in the morning, it became extremely hot. The sun shone on the leaves and reflected the dazzling light. All the curtains at home were drawn down, but they still couldn't block the scorching heat.By the time Tony and Claudia went downstairs for breakfast, Elizabeth had already finished her coffee, returned to her room, and locked herself in the room.

She walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a piece of letter paper from a thick book of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet". On the letter paper was Ada Yuanyuan's handwriting——

"Dear Lizzie, before you leave Bernard's Vale, would you please come to Violet Vale and see me? We may not see each other again for a long time after you return to England.

good luck,

Ada. "

She had already replied to her with the date of her departure, but for some reason, she always felt extremely uneasy and flustered about this meeting, and her eyelids kept twitching.She closed her eyes, collected herself, picked up the parasol, opened the door, and slipped out the back door when Beka was not paying attention.

She knew that it was not Ida who was looking for her, but Sylvia.She walked briskly past the peonies and citrus bushes of the garden, through the arch of shade, through the hedge, around the lake, and beyond the boundaries of Randall's garden.She trudged through a fir grove of bracken and starflowers to the road, and down to the low-lying valley of Violet Creek.

She felt that she had a bit of heatstroke, her chest was stuffy, and she always had a nauseous feeling of wanting to vomit.She knew that she was doing this because of nervousness. She used to feel this way every time she took an exam in school, dizziness, chest tightness and shortness of breath.The weather was so hot that her head was covered with sweat, and the silk shirt she was wearing was sticky to her skin, and her low bun hung down on the back of her neck. It was itchy and sticky, making her uncomfortable. Extremely.

She went into the shade under a beech tree, spread her coat on a stone and sat down, holding a parasol, fanning her cheeks with her handkerchief, and waiting for Sylvia to appear.

Sylvia was late for more than half an hour.Under such a scorching sun, she was still wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled low.She Apparated to the edge of the stream, walked over to Elizabeth, and sat down beside her.

Elizabeth looked at her, but said nothing.

Sylvia put down her hood, her long black hair was tied into a tight bun behind her head, and her delicate profile looked alert and serious.She turned her head, fixed her cold black eyes on her face, and said, "I don't have much time, and I came to you without telling him."

Elizabeth said: "Didn't we hide it from him last time we met on the Côte d'Azur?"

Sylvia smiled and shook her head: "It was he who wanted to see you last time. When we were talking, he kept watching from behind the curtain."

Elizabeth bit her bloodless lips and said nothing.She knew he didn't want to see her, she knew it.She didn't know if she wanted to see him or not.If she really saw him again, she really didn't know what to say to him.

The last time they met was in the cold winter at the end of December 1949. She was still pregnant with his child, but he killed his own child with a cruel Cruciatus Curse, and also killed all the love she had for him. hopes and dreams.Maybe that's what he wanted, he didn't want her to have hope in him.He hoped that she would be with Francis and live a good life.

"Listen, Lizzie, do you know why Tony deliberately leaked to you the news that the Ministry of Magic is looking for me?" Sylvia said, her face slightly raised, the beech shadow swaying on her delicate face , "That's because he and Francis both know that you will contact me as soon as you hear the news. If Tom knows that you contacted me, he can't resist the temptation to meet you."

Sylvia smiled softly and said, "It's ridiculous, isn't it? After all these years, you are still his only weakness. After you left the Cote d'Azur, Tom found out that we were being followed." She paused After a pause, he turned his head to look into Elizabeth's eyes, and said mercilessly, "Don't you understand, Tony and Francis let you live here, just using you as bait to lure snakes out of their holes. They are using you."

Although the heat was steaming, Elizabeth's face was as pale as parchment.

When Sylvia continued to speak, her voice trembled inexplicably: "Before seeing you on the Côte d'Azur, we had already planned to retreat to the north, but after Tom saw you, he changed his mind and decided to stay and fight with Magic A fight to the death. I kept telling him that he was not Francis's opponent yet, and that he should retreat to the north to recharge his batteries, but he couldn't listen to a word. You can't imagine how worried I was, I was terrified .”

Speaking of this, the cold sharpness in Sylvia's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by sparkling tears.Elizabeth knew that she didn't want to cry in front of her, so she deliberately turned her face away, and waited for Sylvia to wipe away her tears and regained her composure before turning her face again.

Elizabeth said softly: "He didn't know that you came to me and told me this?"

Sylvia shook her head, her thin lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood: "I know, your life now is completely different from ours. Tom and I are homeless with nothing but ambition, and you still have your own family, children and status. I also know that it is impossible to say that you have no feelings for Francis. After all, I understand how he has treated you for so many years. I know I should not come to you, I don't know what you can do for Tom, but I'm at the end of my rope. I'm afraid that after today, Tom will be in prison, forever. If that day comes, I will die with him."

Elizabeth turned her head, lowered her eyelids, and thought for a while. The summer insects were croaking non-stop in the lush canopy above her head. The leaves were almost still, the sun was dazzling and dazzling, and her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat. , the still profile looks like an angel in Bocelli's oil painting.

After a while, Elizabeth raised her head and said suddenly, "What is your patron saint?"

Sylvia froze for a moment, never expecting her to ask this.She drew out her wand, pointed to the grass in front of the beeches, and whispered, "Call God to protect you."

Silvery substance emerged from the tip of the wand, condensed into a beautiful arctic fox, leaped deftly over the stream that seemed to be steaming under the hot sun, and disappeared into the Violet Valley on the other side of the stream.

Elizabeth let out a pleasant laugh. Two deep dimples appeared on her cheeks. Her hearty smile was like the brightest autumn sun in the August sky. Her dark eyes were like crescent moons, full of a warm smile.

"Call God to protect!" She drew out her wand and shouted.

A snow-white arctic fox full of cunning aura jumped out from the tip of the wand, jumped around the two of them, and ran towards the valley under the sun.

Elizabeth smiled and put away her wand.Although she was still smiling, tears rolled down her cheeks: "You, me, and Tom, the patron saint of the three of us will always be the same. It has never changed over the years, and it will never be the same again." will change."