[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

-1979-

"Don't touch her!"

Rozier shook off Edmund's hand, and recited the spell in a low voice.Following her movements, the sealed stone slab cracked, revealing the moldy and moss-covered coffin underneath.

"Why stop me?" Rozier knelt down and used his wand to illuminate the words on the tombstone, "Do you think my actions insulted her?"

"She's your mother, Cornelia Rozier!"

Cornelia got up, looked at Edmund carefully for a while, and then suddenly laughed: "That's it? I thought you could give a stronger reason." She sighed and shook her head, "Mom? Not my mother, I don't have a mother. I just borrowed part of her blood—thunderbolt!"

The coffin was blown open, and Rozier cleared the scene with a wave of his wand.Edmund's eyes drifted unconsciously to the skeleton sleeping in it—the beauty of the past had already rotted away, and it was no longer possible to amaze anyone.Even the fabric on her body was crumbling into strands of gray, suggesting a hasty burial.

"Hey, I'm really sorry to disturb your long sleep." Cornelia laughed unscrupulously, "But, you don't mind doing your little bit for your daughter's great cause, right?" A wand, a leg bone floated from the grave, she put it into the box she had prepared, and closed it with a "click".

"Can we go?" Edmund only felt that there was a gloomy wind here.

"Wait a minute." Rozier put away the box, then took off the frangipani flowers pinned to the collar and threw them into the coffin, "He didn't come today, and he didn't know I was coming. If you let him know that I dug your grave, He will probably be furious. But he said he loves you, and he doesn't seem to have visited you these years... But don't worry, you will be together forever soon." Her voice gradually deepened, "This I’ve been watching a good show with ghosts and ghosts for almost 20 years, and it’s time to end.”

The deep meaning in her words made Edmund's face slightly pale.

"Thank you for bringing me here." Cornelia changed the topic, and suddenly turned her head and smiled at him, "Greenwich District, Catherine Grove Road, on the second floor facing the street, the one with a pot of cactus on the window sill That's it. Also, Blake usually leaves by eight o'clock in the morning."

-Now-

"Mom." Wesson handed her a rose, "You are late."

"I can't help it." Cornelia wasn't there, but she left a Death Eater listening in on their conversation.This made her very unhappy.

"Who did you go to see?" Weisen stared at her intently.

"Your father," she said clearly, speaking to Wesson as well as the Death Eater, "he said he would come to take us home."

"Really?" Weisen responded lightly, "Considering that he hasn't come for so many years, it's better not to have too much expectation."

"I've never told you before: you have a sister."

There was a gleam in Weisen's eyes that should be due to his age: "Really?"

"Of course. You'll see her."

"Yes, a squib." The guard laughed, "Boy, do you know what a squib is?"

"Shut up." She reprimanded, and Wei Sen frowned.

"Who are you telling to shut up?" The guard gloated, "Be careful, your little trash will be sent to the first floor to make fun of you in the future."

"You tell me again?" Wei Sen stood up suddenly, his tone was sharp and his voice was immature.

"Yo, the little bastard is angry." The guard was completely unaware of the approaching danger, "What do you want? Come and bite me?"

When the words fell to the ground, he suddenly screamed—a strange flame sprang up from the bottom of his feet, engulfing him in an instant.The guard froze and couldn't move, his voice was full of fear: "Help! Kill! Kill!"

She was stunned for a long time, until the pungent smell of burnt flesh came to her and she suddenly came back to her senses: "What are you doing? Weisen! Stop!"

"He humiliated you. That's the price." Wesson's gray eyes were burning, and he watched the flames engulf his mother's offender without a wave on his face.

"I don't want you to kill people!" She clasped her son's shoulders firmly, "Look at me, Wesson—stop!"

"You want me to stop?" Wesen asked back, "Even if he humiliated you and my sister like that, you still want me to save him?"

"He doesn't deserve to die!"

"He dares to insult you today, but tomorrow he may dare to go further." Wei Sen quietly dismissed her words, "In his view, your patience is encouragement in disguise."

She froze.The flames had been extinguished slowly, and the people who fell on the ground could only breathe out but not breathe in, but they were still alive.

"Go away." Wesen said coldly, "If it wasn't for my mother's sake, you wouldn't be able to survive today!"

"You are very similar to your father." She blurted out, and she saw the shadow of Sirius in Wesson in the staggered time and space, "He also told me not to back down...Of course, he himself is not a person who will suffer. But now he has changed too."

"How has it become?"

"More-mature." She felt a little sad in her heart, "willing to compromise, less edges and corners."

"He is an old member of the Order of the Phoenix, such a change is not surprising." Wesson nodded thoughtfully, "Especially...he also shoulders the important task of raising Harry Potter."

She didn't expect Wesson to know the relationship between Harry and Sirius. Thinking of what he did a few minutes ago, she couldn't help being a little scared: "Wesson?"

"I'm curious if he deserves the title 'Son of Prophecy', even though I personally don't believe in prophecy." Wesson said, "Anyone may defeat the Dark Lord, but he can only be defeated by himself. "

She knew that Wesson had always been precocious, but she didn't know that he could say such words: "What did Cornelia tell you again?"

"I didn't say anything, this is my own idea. Similarly, Rozier will inevitably fall into her own hands. This is the mistake that all famous people will make-conceit." Weisen smiled at her, " You may think that I am too imprudent in what I say and do, but this is exactly what I need. For example, when Rozier heard about what happened to that person today, she would only think that I was impulsive and reckless, thinking that I had exposed my greatest weakness. But she doesn't know, I've already calculated it... Overestimating myself and underestimating my opponent is the most deadly thing."

"I don't like to hear you say this." She frowned deeply, "I know you are deeply influenced by Rozier, but I don't want you to..."

"Mom, I know what I'm doing. In my opinion, magic is neither good nor bad. It's the people who use it that determine how they are defined." Wesson paused for a moment and said slowly, "I won't be a Dark wizard, I will become a master of the dark arts."

Under his calm gaze, she was speechless instead, feeling that all her words had become nothingness.

"By the way, during your absence, Rozier had a special visitor." Wesson changed the topic on his own, "It's a woman, I don't know the content of their conversation. But not long after that, I saw little Crouch very aggressive left White Castle without hesitation."

visitor?

In all these years, apart from Rozier's so-called VIPs, there was only one person who visited White Castle as far as she knew.