good man story

Men seldom wear flamboyant clothes, in fact even witches seldom wear colorful robes.Wizards are very fond of pure colors, and they will more or less use bright colors to match solid-color robes, but they will never be colorful.In this way, compared with the ever-changing costumes of Muggles, the dress of wizards is a bit old-fashioned.If a few Muggles are lucky enough to see a wizard, everyone will probably whisper a crazy word.Retro clothing is troublesome and looks downright corny.But wizards like it, they just prefer this kind of monotonous, old-fashioned, and cumbersome robes, which is called traditional.

Tradition is bullshit.

At least that's what the man who was wearing a gown that looked like it just came out of the palette, jeans, and a cape that was more colorful than the gown thought so.Red, yellow, green, purple, blue, blue, and white, maybe more colors surround this man with an extremely cold face.But there is no black. If someone looks closely, they will see that the flowers are intertwined, and what they depict is just a huge rose pattern.The man has a very thin face, his black eyes are like his long black hair, black and shiny, exuding an involuntary desire to get close.If this man was dressed in black, he would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching presence in the crowd.

Of course he is equally compelling now, the only difference is the evaluation.

Think about it, how suitable a black man is in a black suit, no matter who it is, it will say something.

So charming.

It's a pity that his whole person seems to come out of the palette.

Neuropathy!

But he doesn't care if others say he's crazy or something else.

Irene wasn't quite sure who this person was, but she was a little sure.Because there will always be an inappropriate thing around a certain person, and that thing is also the same as this person, colorful, but the one in front of him is a human being.Shaking off the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, Irene shook her head and walked quickly.But before she stepped into the gate of the hospital, this colorful person or something said something that horrified Irene.

"Eileen, please stay."

Merlin's seventh beard!

It really is!

Her footsteps stopped abruptly like this, and she, who was supposed to check in at the moment, just sat with something unknown in a coffee shop downstairs.

Irene hesitated to speak, and said colorfully.

"I'm Ah She."

"..."

"Lius, please let me come to see you."

Xenophilius Lovegood, an existence against the sky.Irene didn't want to have too much contact with him, because under the other's eyes, she had no secrets at all.

"what's up?"

Ask knowingly.

Ah She nodded, he is different from humans after all, and he will never learn the twists and turns of humans.

"Is it true?"

"...Didn't he already see it?"

Ah She nodded again, "He saw it and wanted to confirm it again."

"It's not me." Not to excuse herself, but to state a fact, Irene was afraid and terrified, because she didn't know how to convince the people she cared about that she would not be so vicious.Ah She nodded, he believed it.

"he knows."

Then it was not to win sympathy, but that Irene really collapsed. Irene didn't dare to tell the secrets accumulated in her heart, let alone think about the consequences. All the potions that Sylvia drank passed through her hands. She never She hadn't done it, but she didn't know when she was plotted against, let alone by whom, she was helpless.

"...I have no choice, no hope, I don't know what to do, it's even more impossible, I can't do it..." The venting of a helpless woman can't be said to be prickly, but it is very pitiful.If a normal person would say something warmly here, it's okay, let's find a way together.

But he is Ah She.

"Liu Si said, it can't be stopped."

Tremendous panic struck, Irene suppressed her sobs, and also froze.The result...

how is it?

"He, he, can't he help?"

Ah She shook his head, "He said, karma reincarnation, he can help people, but can't stop people's lives."

"What now?"

"I don't know."

"Then does he know who it is?"

"Voldemort."

Voldemort, Tom Riddle.The second generation of the Dark Lord.Panic struck again. At this moment, Irene understood that people's hearts are terrible. She suddenly remembered why Voldemort gave up everything at the last moment, why he had a haughty face when he was clearly going to die.

——Sylvia, I risked my life to accompany you in this last game, you are doomed!

So sure, so sure.At that time, Irene wanted to ask him, where did his confidence come from?And at this moment, all the mysteries were solved, and Irene was afraid. Against such a scheming person, how lucky were they to win by a narrow margin?Who escaped from the dead?

Dense cold sweat oozed out, and Irene didn't even realize that her hands were shaking.And Ah She looked calm.He asked for Xenophilius.

"What is the success rate?"

"Almost zero."

"Be more precise."

"Less than one percent." The desperate answer was cold.Irene swallowed the saliva that churned out of fear, her spine shivered, and she couldn't hold back her tears.Ah She didn't know that he needed to reach out to hold Irene's hand and bring her some comfort, and he didn't know that he could lend a shoulder to this sad woman to rely on. He just faithfully conveyed what he needed to convey .

"Lius said that he wanted to help, but he couldn't do anything. He didn't want to make more people sad, and he would rather watch it happen."

"...does he want to look at her...?"

"He doesn't want to, he has no other choice."

……

The weather in autumn is cold, but this is only for people.For mountains and ravines, for rivers, lakes and seas, and for flying beasts, the coldness of autumn is just a process.There is no sense of autumn on the edge of the cliff, and it is still green as far as the eye can see, with more or less yellow tints, but that is not much, almost negligible.A man stands here, on a cliff, and as long as he takes one step forward, he will be in an abyss.

Snow-white robes, snow-white hair, and snow-white pupils.

Everything about him is white. This whiteness does not give birth to a trace of morbidity, but it can make people feel that this man is so beautiful.

"Do you understand?"

Behind him appeared a woman, the extremely beautiful Diana.Then the person in front of him is Xenophilius.

"Understood, but I don't want to understand." I couldn't tell what the feelings were like, and I couldn't tell that Liusi was sad at the moment.But Diana fell silent for a long time because of her words.

"Thousands of years ago, you knew that Mr. Slytherin would never come back after leaving Hogwarts, why didn't you stop him?"

"I can't stop it."

"Is it hard to ask him to stay?"

"Then why can't you stop Sylvia?" asked lightly, followed by Xenophilius' speechlessness.After a long time, he turned his head, looked at Diana indifferently, and said softly.

"I am very depressed."

"You've seen it, haven't you?"

"Yes, I saw it, but I can't do anything about it." This was a very cold dialogue. Xenophilius lowered his head. He stood on the top of the cliff and looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him, speaking what was in his heart.

"Auntie, have you ever regretted these thousand years? Knowing that they can create a new world even without your help, have you ever regretted it? Just for the decades in advance?"

Diana shook her head, "I don't regret it, Salazar is my friend, and I am willing to help him."

"Even if you watched his descendants die with your own eyes, don't you regret it?"

Diana shook her head, "You and I can help people, but we can't stop people's lives. This is the rule. Reus, you can't stop them. After another Halloween, I will take Polki out of here. At that time, you will Instead of my existence, you have to remember that you and I are different from human beings after all."

"...but I'm sad..."