[HP] The Tweed River flows

If I could refrain from being curious about my parentage, or at least convince myself to remain friends with Paris, I might have a relatively peaceful rest of my life.It's a pity that I am not destined to be a person who is content with the status quo, and always likes to find ways to solve all problems.Such an act is brave, but also extremely stupid.

After what happened in the woods, I retired to the house in despair, and dared not see Paris for several days.The feeling of him hugging me makes my heart beat faster every time I think about it.But when he saw the stone on the ground, his expression became very ugly.Looking at each other without words, we parted in such an embarrassing way.

I like him, I can't deny it.But does he like me?I couldn't be more sure.Who was behind us in the dark, throwing that damned stone?I gritted my teeth and thought, such a perfect moment was destroyed by a stone.I wrote Searle a long letter, telling everything.She is the only person I can trust.

Paris's accidental remark that day awakened my curiosity that had been dormant for a long time.There shouldn't be any secrets between family members, should they?I have always had a strange intuition that my mother's secrets buried for many years are locked in that inconspicuous little box, and everything can be unlocked by opening it.While I also know how immoral it is to look at a mother's personal belongings behind her back, no one can resist the temptation when the answer you've been searching for for years is right under your nose.How can a mother hide the identity of her father from her daughter, so that she does not know her real surname until she is an adult?

While my mother was not at home, I decided to sneak into her room to find out.

At night, everyone fell into a deep sleep, I quietly put on my dressing gown and slipped out of the room.

The night was dark and quiet.I groped my way along the wall, lest I wake the house-elf.The distance from my mother's room to my room is actually not that far away, but every step is trembling. It seems that it took a century to walk this short distance.I turned the doorknob, and the door was locked without incident.

It doesn't bother me.I looked around worriedly, then unlocked the door with a simple little spell, dodged into the room, and quickly locked the door.Fortunately, she doesn't have the habit of using magic to lock the door, I thought to myself, leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh of relief, if she really used magic to lock the door, it would be really difficult for me to completely erase the traces of my magic.

Moonlight slanted in from the window, making the whole room look very clear.I sorted out my mood, walked quickly to her dressing table, bent down to open the cabinet door, and lit the wand.A faint light illuminated the dark interior of the cabinet, and an assortment of boxes filled my sight.

A very old jewelry box, no more than two inches in size, with faded and loose brass clasps, containing a silver necklace

I recalled the shape of the box, turned on the magic light and searched carefully.A few minutes later, a cold sweat crept up my back: the box was gone.

I set my wand aside for the light, and rummaged through it, frowning.Soon, I took out jewelry boxes, large and small, and placed them all over the floor.In a panic, I knelt on the ground and stretched my arms in, groping for all the corners, and then angrily opened all the boxes one by one, but still found nothing.

Apparently, she took the box away.

How stupid of me, if that was really the key lead, how could mother have left it where it was?But it was precisely because she took the box away that it proved my guess in turn.This isn't the first time she's deliberately kept something from me, but this time, I'm closer than ever.But now, whatever the truth is, I can't find it.I sat slumped on the ground, a burst of anger surged, and I squeezed out the remaining bit of guilt from my heart.

Returning for nothing is not my style.

I shook my wand irritably, lifting the boxes on the floor and returning them to the cabinet in the original order, then I stretched my body and stood up, pacing slowly in my mother's room.She took the box away, where will she put it?Do you take it with you or store it somewhere else?If you save it in another place, where will it be?

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, I raised my wand with the last hope, and said in a low voice, "The necklace is coming."

There was a faint, jerky quivering sound from above, like a hummingbird in a cage.

I raised my head suddenly, followed the sound and looked above the wardrobe: there was nothing there, only the wooden box containing the crown.

If someone looks in through the window at this time, they will see a very strange picture: in the dead of night, a young girl with disheveled hair stands alone in a room without wax, directing a dark wooden box to slow down. Lifted off, then fell soundlessly.She had a beautiful face, but there was an almost fanatical excitement on her face, and she could suppress the shouting in her throat by biting her lips tightly.

I was a little crazy back then.

I wiped off the thin dust on the lid with trembling fingers, took a deep breath, and opened the wooden box that I had been dreaming about——

The crown lay quietly on the black cushion, and the silver portrait chain was coiled in the center of the crown.

Holding my breath, I carefully picked up the thin metal chain, put the portrait in the palm of my hand, and looked at it carefully under the moonlight.It was an ornament so crudely crafted that it could not even be called jewelry; nor was it made of silver, but some kind of metal with a lot of impurities.Both the color and the workmanship are in stark contrast to the crown on the upholstery.

It was like Muggle stuff, and my mood plummeted.

The painting can be pulled out from the side, but even out of the frame, the two-person portrait is only a tiny bit bigger than a thumb.I leaned closer to the light source and carefully identified the faces of the characters, but I was still disappointed to find that the man and woman in the painting did not match anyone I had ever seen.There are also two letters etched into the side of the bezel, G and L, but otherwise, nothing else.

who are they?Why does the mother keep Muggle stuff?Why can this necklace be put together with the crown?Distraught, I dropped it back in the box.Countless question marks flooded into my mind.Mother has many secrets, and I just discovered one more by accident.The necklace didn't bring me any answers, but more questions.I originally thought that something that made my mother value so much must be a gift from my father, but now it seems that this is just my wishful thinking.

It's ridiculous.

I stared at the open wooden box with my head down, not knowing what I was thinking for a long time.The jewels on the crown shone charmingly under the faint moonlight. I unconsciously stroked the bright metal with my thumb, and the cold touch made my heart chill.

The memory moved uncomfortably, and a feeling of deja vu emerged spontaneously.

I suddenly remembered that one afternoon a long time ago, I sneaked into her room like this, and stacked up the chairs to reach the top of the cabinet that was so high;

I suddenly remembered a sunny afternoon, when my mother appeared wearing a crown on her head, and I leaned humblely on the railing on the second floor to watch her carriage go far away;

I suddenly remembered countless fragmented fragments, the eyes of irrelevant people shot eager light after hearing my surname, and in this tide of reverence, I smiled and listened to them praise my "aunt" while bleeding in the heart.

Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings, and a line of small characters shines on the inside of the crown.

How sacred, how perfect, the treasure that so many people have admired for a lifetime but have never had the chance to see, is right at my fingertips right now.

The portrait necklace I forgot on the cushion.I held up the crown and walked to the mirror obsessively, wondering if I would look like a high queen after wearing it.

A muffled thunder rolled from afar.This dull and long autumn seems to be ending in a heavy rain.

In a strange country far from the Tweed, Rowena woke up from a sleep that was not deep—someone broke into her room and broke the spell on the wooden box—she felt it.