[HP] The Tweed River flows

Alger got married in the last three months before I graduated.

By the time I got back to the Tweed Valley he was gone.At this time, I was honeymooning with my newly married wife on an unknown island abroad.Alger always liked to leave the door open, but since he moved away, the door has been closed.Every time I passed the empty room, I would feel an inexplicable loss, as if I had lost something important, and stared at the closed door in a daze.This sense of loss puzzled me for a long time.I don't know why I am like this.Perhaps subconsciously, I have regarded him as the closest person, and even once forgot that he will leave here one day to start his own family.Sometimes, this dependence makes me feel a faint sense of guilt.He's just my uncle, and I shouldn't be used to living with him.However, similar news does not end there.A few days ago, Seale also wrote to tell me that she was getting engaged.The betrothed was the dumb Hufflepuff boy.In just a few lines of letters, the lines are full of happiness, which makes people feel both funny and envious.

I leaned against the window frame and looked at the green trees outside the window.The scenery outside the window was the same as before, and it even gave me an illusion: it seemed that I had never left in seven years.Everyone has made great strides forward, but I am going round and round and back to square one.Aside from getting older, nothing really seems to have changed.

Probably because there has been too much good news recently, some people have also started asking Uncle Rex about my marriage, and he seems to be happy to pass this information on to my mother.But almost all of them were firmly rejected by me.Don't get me wrong, I really want to leave, but love is too precious to me, and any profanity and waste is absolutely not allowed.I've been arranged for too long, and I never want the marriage to end in such a mechanical way.I have to wait until there is someone who can make my heart beat.

Rex was very dissatisfied with this, but my mother supported me, and he had no choice but to shut himself in the study with a gloomy face, reducing the number of times he saw me.To be honest, it's really hard to say who is more unpleasant.

After graduation, leisure time becomes endless.In the beginning I spent all my time rearranging things from my childhood, and gradually I like to stay outdoors with a book.Seven years of school life, although I lived at home more or less every year, but every time I was in a hurry, as long as I had a place to go, I would not stay for a moment.As if I was a passerby who came to shelter from the rain by chance, I would feel awkward if I stayed for a while.

So this afternoon, I was lying alone on the grass among the dense forests, staring at the blue sky and white clouds among the leaves in a daze.At this time, the black shadow flickered, and a person jumped out of the bushes next to me and landed in front of me.

It's those nasty boys again.I sat up, ready to shoo him away.

"Hi, is that you?" He smiled brightly and looked up.

The cool breeze in late summer passes through the treetops, shaking the sun into fine spots.

The depths of memory surged.I can't remember his name, but there is something inexplicably kind on his face.

"You are..." I said uncertainly, staring at his face.

"Don't you remember me?" He seemed a little distressed, scratched his hair, then bent down and picked two golden wild flowers from the grass and handed them to me, saying: "Do you still remember this? I still remember you What! A Ravenclaw girl who lives up the river."

A flash of lightning flashed across my mind, and in a trance, a boy's round face overlapped with his.

"It's you...?" I said in surprise, and even smiled involuntarily.

"It's me," he grinned, and said, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

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"You've changed a lot."

"You too."

White clouds flowed from the sky overhead, the sun shone through the gaps in the dense forest, and we lay side by side on the grass, and everything was the same as before.After the simple greeting, there was a brief moment of silence in the air for a second or two, after all we hadn't seen each other for too long.The simple and pure friendship when we were young has become a memory, and all we are familiar with are each other in childhood.

"What have you been doing all these years?"

He raised the question first.

"School," I said, hesitating.

"What is that place called Hogwarts?"

"Ah."

"Where exactly?" he asked, frowning. "My uncle is a merchant, and he's traveled almost all over Britain. I asked him, but he said he'd never heard of—"

"It's just a not-so-famous private school with very few students," I interrupted him guiltily, and changed the subject, "Then where have you been for so long? I come back every summer, but why can't I always see you?" To you? It's as if you've disappeared."

"I went on a study trip," he shrugged and did not continue to ask. "My father thinks that boys should be well-informed, so I went to many places with my uncle. I will come back every once in a while, but every time It's not long, so we probably miss each other. In fact, I looked for you when I came back, but I couldn't find you. You just disappeared. You can find out where I went by just asking around in the village , but I don't even know where you live!"

He seemed a little annoyed, and I even felt a little guilty.At first I was a little bit blaming him, but that's gone now.I don't know anyone in the village and don't know how to ask.How can I expect him to find me when I haven't told him anything?

"My fault," I murmured, with a warm feeling in my heart, "I left in a hurry, and...the place where I went to school was too remote."

He didn't seem to care much, instead he looked around and said, "I remember that we were here when we first met, but I didn't expect it to be here today. Destiny is really an interesting thing."

I smiled and looked around. This scene is indeed very familiar.

"Every time I see you, I lie here alone? Have you encountered any unhappy things today? You were still crying when I saw you here last time."

It always makes people feel a little embarrassed to be brought up suddenly like this, and I feel a slight fever on my face. "It's nothing, it's just that I'm bored at home and just go out for a walk. There's nothing to do after graduation."

"It's true, I always felt that ladies' entertainment was nothing more than afternoon tea and dances. When I was at home, I could also help out on my father's ranch and go hunting with friends. Compared with the lives of ladies It's really monotonous."

Muggle life is indeed a bit monotonous.I thought so, but didn't say it.Because I have many more important things that I can't wait to ask him.How has he been all these years?Are there any interesting places abroad?Are the people there different from us?What exactly can one learn in a Muggle school?Countless questions gushed out like a spring, as if trying to make up for all the words that hadn't been said for so many years.All in all, we had a very happy chat that afternoon, and I don't even think we have had such a happy chat in many years.There is no past, and there is no need to think about the future. All I have and grasp is the present, a simple and happy present.

He told me a lot of novel foods abroad, unique foods, all kinds of people, strangely pronounced languages; and Muggle schools, their science, poetry and beliefs... An afternoon passed quickly, and I never Hated the setting sun so much.If I'm out by myself for too long, they'll get suspicious.With great reluctance, I said goodbye to him and started walking in the direction of home.

"Wait, I suddenly remembered an important thing..." I suddenly stopped and turned around. I was a little embarrassed to say it, but the fact is-"Can you tell me your name again? Actually, I I never knew your name..."

"Oh my God, Helena, you haven't known my name for all these years!" he said a little angrily. "No wonder you call me 'hey' or 'hi' every time."

"I always forgot to ask you..." I defended in a low voice.But this excuse is so flimsy that I blush myself.

"Okay, okay," he surrendered helplessly, "Paris, just call me Paris."

I nodded but didn't move, hesitated for a moment, and continued to ask: "Then...Paris, will you still go?"

"No, not anymore," he said with a slight smile, "I'm back and I'm never going away."

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When I got home, I quickly got into the room and closed the door, then opened the box and found a picture book that had just been sorted into the bottom of the box not long ago.The colorful pages of the book rattled, and suddenly stopped at a certain page-a few dried flowers were still well preserved here.The petals have long since dried up and shrunk a lot, but the color is still as bright as before, as bright as rounds of golden suns.

"Thanks, Merlin," I breathed a sigh of relief, closing the book and pressing it to my chest, "So it's still here."

After an absence of seven years, those precious memories are still here.