[HP] The Tweed River flows

Without realizing it myself, this was the beginning of the breakdown in our relationship.If I had been a little more mature at that time, I wouldn't have yelled such words, but it's a pity that there have never been ifs in the world.

Hogwarts didn't hold much interest for me since I knew I'd have to father my most hated uncle to go to Hogwarts.Instead, it became a symbol of trauma and resistance, because I really didn't know how to deal with my mother at school.However, time has never cared about people's sorrows and joys, time flew backwards like a bird, and my last unremarkable days in Ravenclaw mansion quickly blurred into a point.In a hurry, in a daze, as if in the blink of an eye, Hogwarts came to me.

Don't talk to me about the "Hogwarts Express" or even about "Floo powder", for me these are all new things hundreds of years later, not part of my memory.In our time, wizards still travel in a single way.Most of the parental magic is clumsy, just clumsily strapping heavy and huge boxes to broomsticks and bringing the children to starry nights.My mother, of course, was not one of them, and with just a flick of her wand, she sent my luggage to the school in the blink of an eye, and then apparated me to the castle.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll arrange some things and be back soon," said the mother.

I nodded silently as an answer.

The castle is spacious and huge, just as I imagined, but it still seems crowded and noisy at this moment.On the first day of school, the corridors were crowded with parents and freshmen walking back and forth, and all kinds of strange and unfamiliar accents filled my ears.I sat alone on a bench in the corridor of Hogwarts, but I didn’t feel the joy and excitement I imagined. On the contrary, I felt a sense of trance, and I couldn’t tell whether everything in front of me was a dream that had been repeated for many years or reality.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" A thin voice sounded.

I did not hear.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" The voice raised a little, it seemed a little more courageous, and there was a hint of displeasure.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted, I looked up and saw a girl with brown hair.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course," she showed a little surprised look, as if she had never seen someone as unresponsive as me, "So, can I sit here?"

"No, no problem," I said hurriedly, giving up more space, "I'm sorry."

She raised an eyebrow, her surprised expression became more intense, "Why did you say 'sorry'?" She turned and sat on the empty seat next to me.

"Because I didn't hear you just now," I said, also confused by her question.

"Well, that's okay," she mumbled, ending the rambling conversation.

My friend, when I said this word silently, a trace of annoyance flashed in my heart.This little conversation is undoubtedly a failure, how can I be so clumsy?Can't even maintain such a simple conversation?

"Are you also a freshman?"

"Huh?" I responded subconsciously, and then I remembered what she said, "Yes, are you too?"

"Yes," she replied casually, looking around, "Why haven't they come back yet? It's so slow."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"My parents," the girl looked back and landed on me, and the doubt that had just disappeared appeared again, "They are going through the procedures for new students. Aren't you too?"

"Uh... well, yes," I replied hastily.In fact, my mother didn't tell me what she was going to do.

"Helena?"

I turned around and saw my mother coming back through the crowd.

"It's time to go," she said to me, and then she looked at the brown-haired girl next to me, seeming to see that we were chatting, and smiled, "New friend?"

"Well... no, I just chatted a few words casually."

"Hi, madam," the brown-haired girl smiled and greeted politely.

"Hello," my mother nodded and smiled, and greeted this unknown girl in a friendly manner. She didn't seem to hear my explanation at all, and then she lowered her head and asked me, "Then can we go?"

I nodded, then stood up and left behind my mother.Before leaving, I saw my mother and the girl smiling and saying goodbye. I don't know why I felt a little uncomfortable.

"This is your temporary dormitory key, and the luggage has been sent up."

A key was handed to me.

"There will be a banquet for new students to enroll in the evening, remember to change into your school uniform and come down to attend."

I stared at the ground and nodded, I don't know why I didn't expect anything like a banquet, even though it was a banquet in my life.

"Tomorrow, the freshmen will be sorted, so you can just stay in the dormitory."

"Ah."

"At school, you had to call me 'Professor' just like any other student."

I don't know why my heart tingled, and I didn't answer.

"The last is..." The mother's voice hesitated and stopped.

I looked up and realized that we had already reached the door of the dormitory.

No one was around.She knelt down so that her eyes were at the same level as mine, and said, "Make a few new friends, get along well with your classmates, and if there is anything...come to me anytime."

This kind of mother's exhortation came from my mother's mouth, but I don't know why it made me feel very uncomfortable.Maybe we haven't talked like this for too long, and we are not used to this kind of intimacy.

"Got it," I avoided her sight, turned around and got into the dormitory.

Mother stood at the door for a while, and finally walked away.I hid behind the door and heard her footsteps go away before I opened the door and watched the familiar figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

At the dinner party, I met Alexandra, a tall girl with a cold and self-righteous look.There is no particular reason, I just think she is good-looking and single like me.Sitting next to her was a choice I later regretted for the rest of my life.I even thought, if I hadn't chosen to sit in the empty seat next to her at that time, would it not have happened those things that happened later.Yet I realized with frustration that fate might not be reversed by one or two simple coincidences.In the future, there will be countless chances to meet each other, and finally our fate will be entangled.Don't get me wrong, this isn't about her - this unlovable girl is far less important, she's at best a fuse to the bomb.

"Hello, my name is Helena, what's your name?" I sat in the empty seat next to her and said tentatively, trying to make friends for the first time in my life.

"Alexandra," she replied nonchalantly, glancing at me without seeming interested, "but I'm sorry, this place is already occupied."

"Really, I'm sorry," I was a little discouraged, and I was about to stand up carefully.At this time, another voice sounded behind him:

"Don't be so petty, Alexandra, it's a big place."

Why is this voice and tone so familiar?I turned my head almost subconsciously, and that person saw me too, and we were stunned at the same time.

"Did we meet somewhere?" He narrowed his eyes and recalled.

I prayed desperately in my heart, don’t think about it, don’t think about it!

At this time, Alexandra started to speak, "How could you have met? This is Helena, a first-year freshman like me."

"Oh—" the boy exclaimed suddenly, causing many people to turn their heads, "I remembered, Helena! Did we meet at Madam Ravenclaw's funeral?"

Alexandra had an even less likable brother named Patrick, and, by the way, a cousin named Barrow.

"Oh...well...it seems to be..." I replied falteringly, breaking out in cold sweat.

"You're coming to Hogwarts too," the boy said with a smile on his face, stretching out his right hand. "Let's meet formally, Patrick, Alexandra's older brother, a third year in Slytherin House."

Slytherin?My memory seems to be touched by something. I seem to have heard it somewhere, and it is related to Hogwarts, but I can't remember it. "Nice to meet you," I said stiffly, stretched out my hand and shook it loosely, and let it go quickly.

"I really hope that you can be assigned to our house, but since you belong to the Ravenclaw family, I think the possibility is very small. It's a pity... But it doesn't matter, there are other opportunities."

"It's so fast," Alexandra said, raising an eyebrow, seeming to resent Patrick's enthusiasm.

I wisely kept silent.It sounds ridiculous that I knew so little about the school my mother founded, but it was true.My mother seldom brought up school-related matters at home, and she didn't tell me the details after coming to school. She just said that the students would be sorted, and I didn't have to participate, and I didn't know anything about the rest.

"Hey--"

"Who?" Someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder from behind, which startled me.I turned around, and the brown-haired girl I met this afternoon reappeared in my sight.

"It really is you," the girl smiled, ignoring the expressions of Patrick and Alexandra, and sat next to me.

"Yes, what's the matter?" I couldn't react for a moment, why did so many people greet me like old acquaintances?It flatters me a little bit.

"Look there," she said with a smile, pointing to the teacher's desk.I looked along her arm, and my heart skipped a beat.My mother was sitting on the teacher's bench, chatting with another teacher while eating.

"That's Professor Ravenclaw, I didn't admit my mistake, right?" Her eyes were shining, and her whole face was slightly flushed with excitement, "She is the one who brought you to register today? What's the relationship between you two?" ah?"

I felt my own sweat break out, and before I could answer, I heard Patrick's voice.

"Well... she's—" he said slowly, showing off, and then stopped because he didn't know my details, "Helena, Professor Ravenclaw What is it with you?"

"Auntie," I licked my dry lips and managed to squeeze out two words.

"Wow——" the brown-haired girl looked in awe, "What does it feel like to be sent to school by Rowena Ravenclaw herself... How lucky to be her niece!"

"Yes," I said dryly, pursing my lips in an effort to appear calm.

"What's so surprising about that? There are very few blood-related pure-blood families, and Professor Slytherin himself married one of my cousins." He rolled his eyes and glanced contemptuously at the brown girl with hair.

"Your aunt sent you to school?" Alexandra frowned slightly, seeming a little puzzled, "Where are your parents?"

I didn't realize my fists were clenched, "They have something to do, so I came with her."

"Then usually you and—"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I couldn't stand it any longer, interrupted the girl's enthusiasm sharply, turned and left the auditorium.

The brown-haired girl stood there bewildered, not knowing what she had done wrong.

Everyone is proud to be related to my mother, but her only daughter has to rack her brains to hide her relationship.The illegitimate daughter, the illegitimate daughter, I began to think that this sad role is already the heaviest burden, as long as I erase this point, I can start a new life, but I didn’t think that denying this identity is more painful than carrying it, at least the latter I don't need to hide it because I have a guilty conscience.

This was the first challenge I faced after entering Hogwarts.Is it fortunate that my lies have not been exposed, or is it sad?