[HP] The Tweed River flows

When I went downstairs for breakfast the next day, the brunette girl offered to apologize.

"Y- sorry!

"I didn't mean to inquire about your family's private affairs. I just admire Professor Ravenclaw." She ran towards me in a hurry, with a sincere apology written on her face, and said, "What happened yesterday... If I offended you ,I'm very sorry."

In fact, the moment I left the auditorium yesterday, I realized that I had overreacted.Those who do not know are not guilty.From anyone's point of view, it would be an honor to have any relationship with my mother, but who would know the truth?

"It's okay...I'm just...just...in a bad mood," I roll my eyes guiltily.

"That's good, I thought I really made you angry." The girl looked relieved, smiled heartily, and stretched out her right hand to me, "Sylvia Smith, can I make a friend?"

I was a little surprised, hesitated for a second, and held the hand that was still slightly damp, "Of course, I'm Helena——Ravenclaw."

Only then did I seriously look at the girl in front of me.I've seen her many times before, but never paid attention.Compared with Alexandra's beauty, maybe she is really ugly.Tousled flaxen curly hair, pale freckles on the tip of the nose and cheekbones, plump face, tall stature.But only the eyes are different. They don't have beautiful shapes or thick eyelashes, but they are full of vigor and brilliance. They seem to be full of enthusiasm and curiosity about everything in the world, unlike Alexandra. Apathy and burnout.

"I'm going to attend the sorting school soon, and I hope to be sorted into Professor Ravenclaw's college, wish me luck!" Sylvia said cheerfully.

"Good luck!" I said, but she was already gone.

You guessed it right, she did end up in Ravenclaw and 'miraculously' in the same dormitory as me.It made us both very happy, as if we were meant to be close friends, and that didn't change even when I was at Sylvia's wedding.Although I have wondered countless times how she entered Ravenclaw, which is known for its wisdom, I have never doubted the reason behind it.When I thought about it, I had no chance to ask my mother.It can be said that although I have lost the opportunity to enjoy family affection since I was very young, and I have lost my head sadly on the issue of love when I was young, at least I have grasped this precious friendship (although I have also Almost broke from gripping too tightly).If life is compared to a dim black curtain, then friendship is a gem on the dark curtain for me, shining brightly against the dark background, and as one of the few good memories, I can immerse myself in it , so as to spend the long time in the future.

"how did you do it?"

There was no class on the first morning of school, and after Sylvia stared at my hand for half an hour, she finally couldn't help asking.

I stopped what I was doing and looked up, seeing Sylvia's expression of surprise and envy.

"what happened?"

"That's it, how did you do it, let the flower bud bloom, retreat, open again, retreat again..."

I looked down at my hands and didn't feel like I had done anything remarkable.

"Is this... I just want the flower to bloom, and then it blooms, I don't know..."

"You can manipulate it freely?" The surprise on Sylvia's face became more obvious, and she continued: "I have a little sister, and she can also make flowers bloom, but that's just when a child's magic power has just been revealed. performance, she will forget it when she is a little older. But you can still do it now, and you can retract it freely?"

"Is that amazing?" I was a little confused.To me, these are all unconscious, little tricks that exist to pass the time, and there is nothing special about them.

"Of course! Didn't you notice? You are amazing!" Sylvia admired sincerely.

"Really?" I smiled and said, "It's the first time someone says that about me."

"Has no one ever told you before?" Sylvia looked a little in disbelief.

I smiled wryly: "They will only tell me that Rowena can do better when she is a few years old."

Sylvia's eyes dimmed, and she seemed to sympathize with what happened to me, "Indeed...everyone would pale in comparison to her. But after all, there is only one Rowena Ravenclaw in the world, how can they expect everyone to Are they all like her?" In addition to emotion, there is also a sense of injustice.

"They really do think so."

She looked at me for a few seconds, finally couldn't bear it, and asked cautiously, "Is your family very strict with you?"

I snorted coldly and blurted out: "They don't care about me at all."

"What do you mean?"

Looking at Sylvia's confused eyes, I hurriedly changed my words: "I mean, they don't teach me magic often."

"That can only show that you are really talented," she said with a soft sigh, "You are a real Ravenclaw."

My hand trembled, luckily Sylvia didn't notice it.Although I have been able to hide my frustration and sadness well, and I no longer feel nervous and panic because of secrets, I still haven't gotten used to this identity, and maybe I will never be able to.Even more annoying, at school you seem to have a hard time getting people to forget you're Ravenclaw's 'niece', and they bring it up from time to time as if it's a great compliment.And Sylvia happened to be one of my mother's admirers.Although after the unhappy scene at the school opening banquet, she seemed to think that the relationship between me and my 'aunt' was not harmonious, so she tried not to mention my mother or my family's affairs as much as possible.But when I mentioned it by chance, the faint emotion in her tone and the inadvertent envy in her eyes still made me feel extremely sad, and I could only smile wryly from the bottom of my heart.

"Thank you."

But Sylvia was right about one thing.I am indeed a 'talented' person.This was quickly proven in the following days.

In the herbal medicine class on Monday afternoon, Professor Hufflepuff took two whole classes to explain the three-page classification list of commonly used herbs, and I even memorized it before the get out of class ended.Professor Hufflepuff was so surprised that he couldn't help but add 30 points to Ravenclaw House immediately.On Wednesday, I was able to easily turn a toothpick into a needle in less than 10 minutes in front of Professor Gryffindor.This burly old gentleman with graying hair laughed loudly in front of the whole class, saying that he had never seen a student as talented as me.Even though I later learned that every year he finds a "never-before-seen" gifted student among the incoming freshman class, I was genuinely happy with his warm compliments, perhaps the happiest ever—that was This is the first time someone compliments me in an open space.

Since then, I have completed magic that is countless times more complicated than this, and I have heard many times higher evaluations than this, but I have never had the same excitement and joy as before.I have become accustomed to and even dismiss the praiseworthy words that linger around me all the time. No matter how high the evaluation is, I just laugh it off.It's not that the wind is calm, I have never learned to be indifferent to fame and fortune like my mother in my life, my indifference is actually a kind of stupid pride, and it is a supercilious indifference.However, that was all later.

Although a series of successes made me in a dream, floating in the clouds, and even had the illusion that life can be so beautiful, I still blushed and stammered my excuses in the first grade, while reading books conscientiously and earnestly. Really practice.

After all, at that time, I was still very young.