[HP] The Tweed River flows

Life at Hogwarts was surprisingly smooth sailing.I still clearly remember the price I paid for coming here, but compared with the gains now, those unpleasant past moments seem extremely small.

But things always pass, don't they?

As a child, I was like being imprisoned in a golden cage.Ravenclaw Mansion is my whole world, and most people in this world don't like me, so that I live in fear all the time.My mother is my only god, but she cannot save me.My yearning for school was purely to escape prison.But the beauty of Hogwarts is far beyond my imagination.Not everyone hates me, and I don't have to grovel to please.After being surprised and pleasantly surprised, I finally realized that maybe this is what life is like.In just half a semester, I fell in love with this place deeply.So, when all the freshmen were looking forward to their first Christmas, I was frowning.Because they all had homes to miss and family to hug, and I didn't.

Can you understand the mentality of a little girl who obviously doesn't want to do something, but makes Nini embarrassed to say it?He obviously didn't want to go home for Christmas from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't talk to his mother no matter what.So you can imagine how depressed I was when I had to make the journey home.

I returned to the Tweed Valley with all my glory, but the moment I opened the gate, the gloomy past was like ink in my mind.I tried to stand up straight, trying to get rid of the humble posture, but I had no choice but to find myself becoming nervous and cautious again.

"I'm back," he said to the people in the living room, finding the courage to meet their eyes.

"Yo, Helena's back too, I thought you'd be staying for Christmas," said Uncle Rex.I always felt that there was something in his words.

"Christmas should be spent with family, why stay in school?" Alger said dissatisfied behind me.

"Of course," said Uncle Harris in a calm tone, looking away, "with the family."

family?I almost snorted, the word coming out of their mouths made me feel ridiculous, is there a more ridiculous joke in the world?

"Leave them alone, go up," Alger urged.

I nodded, picked up the suitcase and walked towards my room without looking back.

"I said, I haven't seen each other for half a year, can't you be friendly?"

"Alger, I think it's not my brother's turn to teach me a lesson." Rex's lazy voice sounded behind him.

"I thought we'd become much friendlier?" Harris said disapprovingly.

I slam the door shut to block out all sound.

"How was your first term at school?" my grandfather asked gruffly at the supper table.

"Very good, the school is very good, and the classmates are also very good," I replied bluntly.

"Can you keep up with your homework?"

Can you keep up?In their eyes, is this my level?

"The homework was easy, and there was little effort," I muttered.

"That's normal. The first grade itself learns some simple things. When your mother was young, these things were almost self-taught."

Can't you just say something else?

"Helena has learned all the courses very well, even Professor Slytherin's evaluation is very high, I've heard it all," Alger tried to liven up the atmosphere.He's also at Hogwarts, but is about to graduate.

"Every course?" Grandfather frowned, "I heard that your Charms seem to be a bit difficult."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!If it wasn't for my mother who taught Charms herself, I'm afraid it wouldn't be like this. Why did Professor Ravenclaw never give me high marks?And, even so, is my Charms "difficult"?I was a little chest tight with anger.

"Actually...it's okay," I said through gritted teeth.

"Have you heard? There was another Muggle attack on a wizard in Little Hangleton, but fortunately, no one was hurt." The mother changed the subject.

"Really? Which one is it? Do we know each other?"

"Yes……"

I finally breathed a sigh of relief and thank goodness they stopped discussing my studies.I remained silent until dinner was over.

Dealing with family is such a headache, I thought gloomily as I lay in bed.They always look down on me, thinking that I can't do anything, can't do anything, and can't compare to my radiant mother.Even if I do something, it's just heredity.With such a mother, is it a halo or a shadow?Is it a blessing or a curse to be born in a Ravenclaw family?I thought about this, but couldn't get an answer.The only conclusion is that I have to do something to prove myself, not only to be like my mother, but to surpass her, to be more outstanding and famous than all the Ravenclaws.

When I look back at my childhood with the eyes of an adult, I suddenly realize that maybe these are his ways of expressing his care for the younger generation, maybe he has kindly reminded me not to be too arrogant.It's just that my grandfather is really not good at doing such things, so that all words of concern come out of his mouth with a tone of reproach.

No one did anything wrong, it's just that we all speculated on each other's intentions in the wrong way back then.

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Snowflakes flew past the window.The winding Tweed has solidified into a glacier, covered under thick snow, and blended with the vast land.

People all over the world use rivers as a metaphor for time, but I think this metaphor is ridiculous.Rivers can freeze, but time never stops.How can running water be used as a metaphor for time?

I like to think wildly when I'm sitting by the window by myself, because I really have nothing else to do when I'm at home.The snowy Christmas should be so atmospheric, but I only feel the pervasive loneliness, because there is really nothing worthy of my nostalgia in this home.

Really not at all?I shuddered, as if a snowflake had fallen into my neck.

I quickly opened the box, took out the thick scarf and gloves that hadn't been used for a long time, and ran down the stairs.He put on his coat and cloak indiscriminately, and rushed out of the house against the heavy snow, ignoring the surprised eyes of Uncle Rex in the living room.

I trudged through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, eager to find that place, but I didn't even know what I was anxious about.Is there any difference between earlier and later?

The trees were the same trees, nothing had changed.The branches are densely intertwined, forming a hidden natural barrier.Even after a different season, I can still recognize that this is the "secret base" that I was proud of at the time.My joys and sorrows are hidden in this place and shared with only one person.

I stood on the blank snow, panting heavily.There is only one set of footprints on the clean snow, which is where I came from.In other words, this winter, no one else has been here except me.Even though I knew the ending a long time ago, I still inevitably felt a moment of loss.I remember I told him that I have holidays, I have Christmas, and I will come back, but he didn't wait for me.

Snowflakes fell on me, and the white air I exhaled quickly dissipated in the wind.I walked around slowly, stroking those dry and cold tree trunks.Remembering the days when we picked berries and collected feathers together.I miss him, but he may have forgotten me.I suddenly realized that I knew very, very little about that Muggle boy.All I know is that he's a nice guy, that his family lives downriver in a Muggle village, and that his mother loves those golden wildflowers.I don't even know his name because we just met by chance in the middle of summer.

The wind in winter is very cold.I tied my scarf and went home silently.Alger worriedly asked me what I was doing out, I shrugged and didn't speak.

I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my scarf and gloves, which were already a little damp.In the mirror, my face was red from the cold, and there were still snowflakes on the top of my head that had not melted.He might just be home for Christmas, who would come out in the snow?I tried to raise my spirits and told myself not to give up.But the fact is that I waited in the snow again and again, and even ventured to sneak to the downstream villages without finding him.That winter, and even many springs, summers, and autumns after that... I didn't see that unknown boy.