[HP] love

Hill felt as if he had been put into boiling water, or simply lava under a volcano, and the skin all over his body was scalded and painful.But he was weak all over, but he had no chance to break free from the predicament, so he could only let the temperature of his body get higher and higher.Dazed as if he heard someone talking beside him, Hill tried hard to open his eyes, but found that this behavior was futile after all.

The people around him seemed to be very nervous, they kept walking around beside him, and shouted at him loudly. Hill tried hard to hear what the other person was saying, but exhausted all his strength I could only faintly hear phrases such as "...concentrate,...relax...".Hill simply relaxed his consciousness and gave up his control over the magic power, letting the flames sweep everything away.

His mind can no longer act according to his will, and Hill feels that he is slowly falling to the ground, fluttering and sinking like a feather.His memory also seemed to be completely confused, as if someone took a magic wand and stirred it around in the crucible of memory, and many forgotten things floated up one by one, with amazing clarity.He saw his serious illness when he was eight years old, saw Mr. Stoke's ferocious face, saw Lucius leaning down and kissed his lips, saw a person's face emerging from the evil notebook, and finally , he saw Professor Quirrell...

The strange thing is that Hill's state of mind is quite peaceful no matter what he sees he likes or hates.Like an outsider, he watched the beginning and end of one story after another, even though they were all related to him.

Sinking in the vortex of memory, I don't know how long it took for Hill to slowly regain control of his body and magic power. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had just experienced a whole century.It seems that consciousness has not recovered immediately, he listened to the whisper of the person next to his ear, but he still couldn't hear clearly.

After a while, Hill could roll his eyes.He recognized the environment around him, but found that this was a place he had never seen before.There was no light in the darkness, but Hill, who had kept his eyes closed, had adapted to the black world, carefully observing this place with doubts and dullness.

This seemed to be a cold cave, but it was different from the cave in his dream. It was surrounded by thick ice, and there was only a large pool of water flowing under him, as if it had just melted.In the entire cave, only the place where he was lying was raised, like a big natural bed. Hill felt that he could move, and slowly sat up while maintaining the balance of his body.

"Master Hill." A familiar voice sounded beside him.

Hill looked in the direction of the voice, but was surprised to find that the other party was someone he was extremely familiar with, "Stuart? Why are you here? What's wrong with me?" He asked the old butler of the Stoke family in surprise.

"Yes, master, I've been here." Stuart's voice was very calm, just like when we met every day.

"Where is my father?" Hill frowned. His first thought was that this must be his father's conspiracy to imprison himself here so that the squib could take his place and gain the entire Stoke manor.

Stuart replied without any surprise: "This is the forbidden area of ​​the Stoke family, and Bailey Stoke doesn't know about it."

"Huh?" Hill got off the stone bed in surprise, only to find that his hair had been dragged to the floor. He picked up a lock of his red hair and blurted out in surprise, "What's wrong? What happened to me? "

Stuart replied respectfully with a low profile: "This is your original hair color."

Hill can no longer describe his inner feelings in words. He feels that the whole incident is like a ridiculous joke, and even this should only be in a dream. Otherwise, how could there be so many strange things that make him feel Out of mind?

He conjured up a mirror in front of him, and when he saw his whole body, Hill was stunned.

The long crimson hair spread down to his feet, and the blue eyes stretched a little longer, and turned into silver, shining with a little light.There was no major change in appearance, but Hill felt that the person in the mirror no longer looked like himself.He couldn't help but took two steps back, and asked with some horror: "This is me?"

"Yes, Master Hill." There was a smile on the corner of Stuart's mouth.

"What's going on?" Hill asked inexplicably, he looked at himself carefully, "I have the blood of magical creatures?" This was the only explanation he could think of.

"No," Stuart bowed, and the smiles in the corners of his eyes began to show. He said in a tone of awe that he had never had before: "Please come with me, and I will tell you everything."

Hill glanced at him suspiciously. Seeing that he didn't respond, he gritted his teeth secretly and followed Stuart's pace.

The old butler led the way ahead with unhurried steps, while Hill followed behind, but with a heavy heart.He felt as if he was about to face some unbearable facts, but he needed someone to tell him all of this.

They soon came to the end of the cave. Stuart did not know what kind of spell he chanted. A huge door appeared on the wall of the cave that was empty. The red totem was painted on the entire door, but it could still be seen clearly. You can see the traces of time left on it.Stuart stretched out his hand and pushed open the mottled door. The dazzling light shone in. Hill quickly closed his eyes, and it took a long time for his eyesight to gradually recover.

Stepping into this unknown door, Hill looked around this place he had never seen before cautiously, with suspicion still in his eyes.He still doesn't trust the person in front of him until now. Although he has taken care of himself since he was a child, he has never given him any different care than others.What's more, he is the housekeeper of his father, Bailey Stoker. In this family, if he is the only person who makes Hill feel uneasy, he is the only one.As Bailey's butler said, Hill naturally couldn't believe it.

This is an extremely luxurious room, the furnishings are almost similar to those of the Malfoy family, but it seems to be more low-key.There wasn't so much dark green, but a little more gray and black. He even saw traces of dark red on a few wall bricks.The combination of so many colors doesn't make people feel confused. On the contrary, Hill feels that this is a decoration that a well-established and cultivated family should have!

Stuart respectfully stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down, and Hill followed his arm to a sofa, stared suspiciously into the eyes of the old housekeeper, and sat down slowly. "Tell me, what is going on?"

Stuart's expression suddenly became a lot more excited. He bent down and bowed deeply to Hill's seat. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already in tears. "Master Hill, I have finally waited for this day to come!"

Hill looked at this scene that he had never thought of in amazement, and was speechless in surprise.

The old butler didn't wait for him to respond, and continued on his own, "I have served the Stoke family for more than 40 years. Since your grandfather, you have used me as the butler of the Stoke family. But there are still I have followed Master Frida for the longest time."

"Master Frieda?" Hill had never heard of this name, and he looked at Stuart suspiciously.

"Yes, Master Frida." Stuart's eyes were full of nostalgia, "He is the second son of Master Joyce, and he is also the most beloved young master in the family. Although he was born as the second son, but Master Joyce handed over the right of inheritance to him. Who could not love him? Master Frieda is so gifted and talented, at the age of 30, he was even a quasi-alchemist!"

"So, this Master Frida should be my uncle? But why have I never met him?" Hill had the mentality of writing a story, "Also, since he got the right of inheritance, why is he My father ended up inheriting the Stoke family?"

"He's not your uncle," Stuart looked very sad at this moment, "he's your father."

"Impossible!" Hill stared wide-eyed, stood up from the sofa, and walked up to the old butler a few steps, "My father is Bailey Stoker, I have never heard of Frida this person!"

"Bailey is not your father, Master Hill," Stuart said in a much lower voice, looking at the boy in front of him with helplessness and guilt in his eyes, "You are the only son of Master Frieda, and the only son of the Stoke family. The heir. Master Bailey is your uncle, he broke into the manor when you were eight years old and robbed everything that belongs to you."

"So, the illness when I was eight years old..." Hill stared blankly at the old butler, and said in confusion.

"Yes," Stuart nodded, "It wasn't an illness, but your uncle cast a large-scale amnesia spell on you, tampering with your memory."

Hearing this, Hill took two steps back in horror, and suddenly fell down on the sofa.He had already begun to believe what the old butler said in his heart, but he still asked persistently: "Then where is that Frida? Since he is my father, why did he hand over the Stoke family so easily, and why Abandon me in Bailey's hands like this?"

Stuart's face suddenly became extremely pale, he turned his face away, and said in a mournful voice after a while: "Master Frida... died when you were four years old."

Hill gasped, unable to speak for a moment.

"When you were four years old, Master Frieda was brutally killed by Death Eaters who broke into the manor because he disapproved of the Dark Lord's actions." Stuart looked at the carpet, and his shoulders were also put down, as if pressing What can't bear the weight.

Hill seemed to be strangled by someone, and he couldn't even breathe for a while.