[HP] The Tweed River flows

My mother wasn't home when I came back.The house-elf said she was off to an important gathering in some faraway place again.But I had a vague feeling that she was avoiding me, for whatever reason.

Back in the Tweed Valley, one by one, the things that had disturbed me returned.Temporary escape does not solve the problem, on the contrary, it makes it worse.

After talking to Seale, I was even more at a loss as to how to face Paris.What if I really fell in love with him?And that mysterious portrait necklace, is it really related to my father?

The mind is mixed, and the emotions become repetitive.Even when I was with Paris, my mind was constantly wandering, in a trance.

"What's wrong with you?" Finally one day, Paris couldn't help asking when he saw me being stabbed by a thorny berry for the third time.

"My good friend got married," I prevaricated.

"But you don't look happy."

"Well... I just think it might be difficult for us to see each other often."

"But didn't she live in the far north?" He showed a confused expression, and the frown was exactly the same as when he was a child.

How should I tell him?What should I tell him?Start by saying I'm a witch, or start by saying I like him?

"Paris, can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

"What would you do if you found out that someone close to you was hiding something from you?"

He became embarrassed, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"answer me."

"It still depends," he said, avoiding my eyes.

"What's the situation?"

"I don't know, let's talk about it when we meet." He talked about him from left to right.

"Let's put it this way, would you be angry if you were kept in the dark?"

"Maybe...Helena, did something happen to you?" He looked at me anxiously, as if he was a little worried.

I coughed, and took the time to clear my throat to concoct an excuse: "Well...it's my mother...I think she seems to be hiding something from me."

Worry disappeared from his eyes.

"I think you should go to her and find out," he said firmly, as if the problem had been solved.

"But if it were you, would you be angry? What if it's something important?"

"It will definitely be at the beginning, but if my parents don't let me know something, there must be a reason. But anyway, it's better to be honest, we are all a family, what kind of secret do we need?"

As I carefully understood this sentence, a corner of my heart that had long been forgotten suddenly tugged.

"Paris?"

"Ok?"

"If I told you something about me... something not so good, would you hate me?"

"What happened to you today?"

"Answer me first!"

"Okay okay, no. I never change my mind about something external, you know."

"Can you guarantee it?"

"Oh God, Helena, can you stop torturing my curiosity? What the hell are you trying to say?" he asked dumbfounded.

I stared closely at his eyes, my nerves stretched like a string about to break, and I whispered a few words:

"Actually, I'm a witch."

He stared at me in astonishment, petrified for a few seconds, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Helena," he laughed so hard that he almost shed tears, "I almost got tricked by you... I've known you for ten years, and you actually told me you were a witch."

"I mean it!" I said angrily, reaching into my pocket to draw my wand.

"I didn't mean to," he took my arm, mistaking me for leaving, "don't be mad, Helena."

"I'll prove it to you!"

"How to prove it? Turn me into a toad?" He seemed unable to bear it again.

"If you want, I can do it right now," I said bitterly.

"I was wrong, the powerful fairy Helena."

"Don't use that word, fairies are little goblins who can only giggle."

"I thought they were prettier than witches."

"You still think I'm joking!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore," he looked at me fixedly, his expression finally became serious, "I thought you had something important to tell me."

I raised my head distractedly, and was just about to say "what's more important than this", but when I met his gaze, the words on the verge of my mouth suddenly retracted.

The light in the forest is very soft, soaked in a comfortable green grass smell.Overhead is the sky covered by vines and vines, so quiet that only one or two distant birdsong can be heard.I suddenly realized we were standing so close, close enough to feel his body heat.

"Well, Helena? Why aren't you talking?"

He looked down at me with clear, focused eyes.

A faint warmth ran up my cheeks.Such a close distance made me flustered and my breathing trembled.

"We've known Mingming for almost ten years, but I still feel like I don't know you. I tell you everything, but you always hold back. I still don't understand why." He whispered in my ear , held my hand, "Maybe you are really a witch, only witchcraft can make me miss a person who I don't understand after ten years. What about you?"

I tried to say something, but the moment he kissed me, everything disappeared.My reason and calmness, my thoughts and will, my worries and troubles all collapsed in an instant, escaping like gas, leaving only an empty brain.

Love, a sacred and wonderful word.What is love?I have spent my entire life failing to comprehend its connotation.Maybe I'm too shallow to distinguish the difference between admiration, infatuation and deep love; maybe I'm too ignorant to draw the boundaries of dependence, ambiguity and liking.But the only thing I can be sure of is: this mysterious and subtle feeling is really a fatal danger, once you indulge in it, you will be willing to give up everything for it.

Just as we were hugging and kissing, a stone was thrown from the dense forest and hit the ground at my feet heavily.I took two steps back and almost tripped, and Paris jumped to part the bushes to check, but the stone-thrower was already gone.