[HP] The Tweed River flows

A group of gypsies came to Hogsmeade.This made the girls in the school very excited.Because gypsies are very good at divination.

I have no particular fondness for divination or gypsies.A bunch of nomadic people who survived by divination and other tricks, not very reliable from any angle.Kessel doesn't think so.She was very fascinated by palmistry, dream interpretation, crystal ball, astrology and a series of fortune-telling methods, and she even pulled me to take a divination class with her.So there were gypsies in Hogsmeade, and she wanted to see them anyway.

We picked a sunny afternoon and went to Hogsmeade village with two other interested girls in the same dormitory.Residents in the village were curious about these fresh faces at first, but after a long time, they found that it was not a pleasant thing to live with a group of neighbors dancing every night.The Gypsies' garrison quickly moved to the end of the village to minimize disturbance to the life of the villagers.

The weather in April was unexpectedly warm. After walking for a while, I felt a thin layer of sweat on my forehead.I was about to ask Syl to stop and find a place to rest, when Syl suddenly grabbed my arm and exclaimed excitedly: "Look! Is it them!"

I looked along her arm, and there was an open-air carriage parked in the open space not far ahead, and several people in brightly colored and strange costumes were sitting scattered around an old tent. A bonfire with a cold pot on it.

"Are you sure—" I looked at the group suspiciously.Before I could finish my words, Syl couldn't wait to run towards the group of people.

By the time I caught up with her, she was already talking to the young girl who sat knitting by the tent.

"Divination? Of course," she said with a warm smile. "Wait a minute, I'll ask Yesenia. You'd better go find her, she's the best of us." She put down her work and picked up The curtain of the tent, asked a word in their language, then turned around and nodded to us, indicating that we can go in.

The tent was very low and dimly lit.I frowned, and it took a few seconds to get used to the dim environment, and then I saw a woman who was not young sitting cross-legged on the ground facing us.Brown skin, high cheekbones, a few deep wrinkles that seem to be the precipitation of years, a serious face, not as warm and easy-going as the girl at the door.

"Two silver pieces," she said casually, glancing at us.Silly put two Sickles reverently into the little basket in front of her, and waited for her to start.

She just gave us a strange look and said slowly, "Who will come first?"

A girl from the same dormitory sat down first, and the rest of us all retreated and waited outside the tent.According to the rotation, Seale was the last to go in.When she came out, she was very happy and said to me happily: "Helena, it's your turn."

"Wait—I didn't say it would count."

"I'm paying for four people, since we're here, let's do the math together," she couldn't help but push me in.

I reluctantly lifted the curtain and entered the somewhat depressing tent again.

"Sit down, please," she said slowly, with a strange accent.Her English is nowhere near as good as the girl at the door, but communication is no problem.

I picked a cleaner place and carefully sat down on a thick woven blanket.

"Cards, or a crystal ball?"

"Just look at the palmistry," I said, just to make things easier.

"As you wish," she said, with a puzzling smile, she brought my outstretched right hand to her eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, then raised her head and said, "So, child, what do you want to ask?"

I want to ask who my father is, do you know?I sneered disapprovingly.I have always disliked the mysterious style of fortune-tellers, even for divination professors, let alone an old gypsy woman who makes a living by fortune-telling.

"Just tell me, what's my future like?"

"It's foggy, and it's a blur."

Even though I didn't believe this, my heart sank. How can a fortune teller speak like this?

"Because that's what I see," the old woman said slowly, as if reading through my mind.

"But what grounds do you have?"

"Based?" She showed an intriguing smile, "It's all clearly written here, but most people can't understand it."

"Then tell me what you understand!" I said frankly, a little against these mystifying styles.

"Would you rather hear a hopeful lie or an unpleasant truth?"

I was shocked, her words were exactly the same as my mother's!Coincidence, this must be a coincidence, I comforted myself and immediately calmed down.

"Of course it's the truth. Who else tells fortunes to hear lies?"

"But most of them do," she laughed. "People spend money just to buy a reassuring excuse, as if the words that come out of our mouths promise them a bright future. They know it's fake. , but if it's a good thing, let's hope it's true. Since good lies can be entertaining, why not?"

"It's deception," I said coldly.

"I know you don't want to hear lies, so I tell you the truth directly, but you neither like to hear it nor believe it."

What she said left me dumbfounded and speechless.I stared blankly at the bottomless black eyes of the gypsy woman, and suddenly felt terrible.

"Do you believe in fate?" Seeing that I was silent, she continued to ask.

"No," I hesitated, and said.If it was before, I would have blurted it out without hesitation. I always thought that those so-called fates were self-deceiving nonsense of people who were unwilling to fight for them, but now I really have no confidence.Because her words are so accurate.

"But fate does exist and dominates all our actions. Otherwise, why would you be sitting here?"

"It was an accident," I said nervously, "I just came with friends—"

"—but she paid for you to let a man who doesn't believe in fate sit here and listen to a nagging old woman talk about fate?"

"It was an accident, she just didn't have any change and paid for another person—no, wait, it's all you, it's the two silver coins you asked for!" I suddenly remembered something, and pointed out sharply .

"Since then why are you still sitting here?" Her smile disappeared, her face became stern again, and she said, "If you don't believe in fate, why waste your friend's money? Take your silver coins and leave. We won't Taking money from people for no reason."

"No need," I said, standing up, "sorry for taking your time." Can't wait to get out of this weird place.

"Then we will meet again. Then I will tell your fortune again," she said unhurriedly, "whether you believe it or not."

I left without looking back.Inhale in big gulps as soon as you get out of the tent.It's nice to breathe the fresh and free air outside, unlike the dark and depressing inside.

Syl came over anxiously and asked, "Why is it taking so long? Your complexion is so bad, did she say anything bad to you?"

I shook my head and said, "Actually, she didn't say anything, just some mysterious things." When I calmed down, I then asked, "What did she tell you? You seem to be very happy."

Syl's face was flushed, and he said vaguely: "It's also some irrelevant things... It's nothing. Helena, you don't have to take it to heart. Just listen to these things, don't believe them all."

I vaguely feel that Syl's "nothing" is not that simple, but in any case, what she heard must be a good thing.I raised my head and saw that the other two companions not far away were also relaxed and chatting freely.A trace of doubt skipped in my heart, since what she said to everyone was pleasant, why did she have to tell me these things?

When I returned to the dormitory, I couldn't calm down for a long time.What's the trouble with an old witch's ramblings?I comforted myself like this, but found that everything was in vain.Every word she said was deeply engraved in my mind, like a lingering cloud.

For the first time, I listened carefully to Professor Wen Delin's divination class, trying to independently find clues about the future from the lines on my palm.But even so, I still can't see any clues.What the hell did she see?I thought about this problem day and night, and I couldn't sleep or eat.As the days passed, my heart became more and more anxious.Gypsies are a nomadic people who never stay in one place for long.I wanted to know the answer, but I couldn't find it myself.As much as I hate being at the mercy of others, I have to admit that if I really want to know the answer, I have to find her myself.

I chose one afternoon to leave the castle alone, and it was already evening when I arrived at the gypsy camp.The camp was very lively, the gypsies sat around the burning bonfire, and the young girls danced around the bonfire, as enthusiastic as a flame.

My eyes scanned the crowd, but I didn't find the figure of the fortune teller. Maybe she was long past the age of dancing around the campfire.I walked around to the old tent from behind.There was a glimmer of light in the tent.

Yesenia was still sitting there alone.

"I knew you would be back, but I didn't expect it to be so soon," she said, looking up, with a hint of pride in her black eyes, as if she had foreseen this day.

The curtain fell, and the tent immediately fell silent, even the sounds of singing and laughter in the camp became very distant.Without saying a word, I sat down in front of the blanket in front of her, and said as lowly as possible: "I want to finish listening to what I didn't hear last time."

Yesenia straightened her back with pride and asked, "Do you believe in fate now?"

I said the answer I had prepared before I came: "I want to keep my answer before everything starts."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at me, as if considering the weight of my words.Under the dim light, the tent does not seem to be as dilapidated as it looks in the daytime, and some weird but beautiful patterns can be vaguely discerned from the woven blankets hanging around, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

"Well, you can keep your answer," she finally relented, lowering her eyes, and said, "I just hope you don't regret it."

"Then can we continue now?" I was beginning to lose my patience.The tent gave off a strange smell, maybe some kind of spice, but it just made me dizzy after staying for a long time.

She gave me a strange look and said meaningfully: "There is only one chance for real divination. You can have a few minutes to think about whether to ask about the past or the future?"

past?Or the future?It was as if something hit me instantly, making my heart tremble.I clenched my fists, and my palms became cold.I didn't expect to have such a choice, whether to pursue the shadow of the past or glimpse the opportunity of the future.Without looking at me, Yesenia took out a stack of badly worn cards from under the blanket and spread them out one by one in front of me without haste.

I stared blankly at her face, and was a little lost in thought for a while.The dim oil lamp in the tent covered up the stains and wear marks inside the tent, but it made every wrinkle on her face more obvious, and the ravines were as deep as a knife.Wrinkles are the imprints left by the years on the faces of the elderly, and sometimes they are also the accumulation of wisdom-my mother often used such words to teach her students (including me), let us respect the elderly and learn from them.In the past, I have always doubted the correctness of this sentence, and now I have a little understanding of the meaning in her words.

"Tell me your choice." She finally stopped what she was doing and looked up into my eyes.

An answer struggled out of the subconscious mind:

"In the past. I choose the past."

She patiently counted the cards according to a certain pattern, resting her finger on top of a card, and said, "Mentally read your question, and open it."

Block 3.

"How?" I asked nervously.

"A lover's betrayal," she said succinctly.

My heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

She then flipped through the cards around her and said, "Mistakes are all mistakes of missed opportunities. Wrong encounters, wrong combinations, wrong separations, and wrong persistence are all intertwined. Looking for the lost past, pursuing what you can't get My child, your life seems to be full of misfortune. You are destined to be a lonely person. You have spent your whole life seeking, but no matter how hard you try, you are doomed to be separated from the closest people in your life .”

I listened to her narrative, silent.

"Every correction is a turning point, but each turning point actually creates more regrets. Your past and future overlap, and all the efforts you make to be uncomfortable with the status quo are actually approaching the abyss step by step Although you come from a humble background, as long as you wait patiently, your talents will be enough to make you famous; you should have a harmonious family and a poor childhood but would be happy, but some accidents broke your family and left you far away from your homeland."

I gradually frowned.

"The person you resent has always loved you, and the person you love has hurt you. You are born of love and you are destroyed by love. Every major event in life seems to be closely related to love. Cherish everyone around you, See their faces clearly. Love will save you, or it may destroy you. Don't miss the opportunity, let alone trust your heart. By the way, I remind you to be careful of the boys around you, otherwise your future will be even more difficult-"

"That's enough," I interrupted calmly, "that's just nonsense!"

The pretentiously mysterious smile instantly froze on her wrinkled face, and the lights that were about to go out jumped in her eyes, suddenly becoming a little scary.

"My child, you are too young, and I can forgive your rudeness. But you must respect divination, which is an ancient and sacred art—"

"Divination is just playing tricks," I said coldly, "I actually believed you at first! You just said something ambiguous based on everyone's expressions and psychology. Love—" I laughed, "Probably this It's what you tell every girl, no wonder Syl and the others are so happy when they come out. Who wouldn't make up this stuff?"

There seemed to be a hint of anger on Yesenia's face, but it disappeared in an instant, replaced by the original unfathomable expression: "Ignorant people, poor and sad, their hearts are blinded by their eyes. Fate has warned you, but you have turned a blind eye to it. Since you still choose not to believe, then persist in not believing. One day, those who ignore fate will pay the price."

"That must not be me," I said indifferently, brushed off the dust on my body, and left the tent without hesitation.

Ridiculous.Everything that happened tonight was absurd.Looking at the silhouette of Yesenia on the tent, I couldn't understand what I did today.What is wrong with me?How could you believe this set of things that I have always scoffed at?Shaking my head, I wrapped my cloak tightly and left the gypsy camp.

The next day, the group of gypsies left Hogsmeade and never appeared in my sight again.

The author has something to say: ①According to Baidu's information, the Gypsies left India in 1000 AD, and spread across Europe in the 16th century.From a geographical point of view, it is unlikely that there were gypsies in Britain when the founder lived (about 1000 years ago).The author is not good at textual research, and there may be some bugs that are inconsistent with history below.Please forgive me.