HP - the time the ring is still

And an inexplicable touch, but this feeling passed quickly.She didn't understand why her Majesty would introduce a little girl with a Muggle surname to her. Maybe she has something special, which is really worth thinking about.She slowly stretched out her hand, and pulled the corner of her mouth stiffly, "Nice meeting, hello, Miss Coburg!"

Getler Greenwald saw that their hands quickly touched and then separated. After nothing happened, he lowered his eyes and motioned for the two to sit down, watching Kleist lost in thought.And Susil Medalum felt a little unnatural. She didn't know if it was her own illusion. She felt that her hands were a little numb.

Seeing his doubts, Kleist slowly put on his gloves and said with a smile, "Just treat it as a new habit I've developed recently."

"My heart is full of doubts and unease. This is not like you."

"Only the soul does not deceive people."

Getler Greenwald gave up discussing this topic with Kleist. Although he didn't know what happened to Kleist, he saw that it had a great impact on her. She became too vigilant, and even didn't care if she would Inflicting harm on others feels more self-inflicted.

"Well, Susil, this Miss Coburg is a very special witch," Getler Greenwald glanced at the smiling and silent Kleist and continued, "She needs our help with something. .”

Susil Medalum looked serious, obviously she knew Kleist's temptation to her from the conversation between the two, which made her very unhappy, anyone who was peeped inadvertently would feel angry, but because of With Getler Greenwald's acquiescence, she had no choice but to suppress her emotions, and replied coldly: "Please tell me."

"Go and call Cruda and the others!"

Susil Medalum was obviously surprised, and she wanted to confirm with some doubts: "My lord?"

Getler Greenwald waved his hands impatiently, "Go!"

Kleist noticed that Susil Medalum was a little excited. She looked at Getler Greenwald with burning eyes, stood up and saluted, and walked away with brisk steps with her proud head raised, not at all like a centenarian elder.

Kleist laughed: "It seems that I let you make a huge decision!"

"This is just the beginning."

"Should I also find my companions, or I can't deal with so many old men and old ladies by myself."

Hearing being called an old man and an old lady, Getler Greenwald said angrily, "It's up to you!"

Kleist chuckled, and then notified the little wizard to come to Nurmengard through the communicator. She looked at Getler Greenwald sitting behind the desk with closed eyes and meditated, and said softly, "Sir, are you playing chess?" Although it was a question, she had already set the game and looked at Getler Greenwald with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Alright!"

The old and the young will come and go quietly on the chessboard. The way a person plays chess reflects his thinking and psychological ability.This time on the chessboard, Getler Greenwald really felt the change of Kleist. In the past, Kleist didn't like to use his brain, but she was very smart. She always moved the pieces aimlessly. Occasionally, when the interest comes, I will take the initiative to attack.But now it's different, Getler Greenwald can't figure out her chess moves at all, it seems unintentional but not so simple, Getler Greenwald looked up at Kleist who was thinking with his head down, his eyes flickered .

"Doesn't she know that we are leaving Hogwarts tomorrow?" Matthew McConaughey and his companions walked on the only way to Nurmengard, because tomorrow they will leave for the summer vacation, and he is packing Things, I didn't expect that Kleist would suddenly call them to Nurmengard. The plan was disrupted, and it was inevitable that there would be some thoughts.

"Perhaps there is something wrong with her!"

As soon as James Potter heard Lily Evans speak, he immediately echoed, "Yes, we haven't seen her for a while!" After speaking, he smirked at Lily Evans flatteringly.

"Hmph! I'll tell Kleist you miss her!"

"Hooked nose, don't distort the facts." James Potter glared. She has never been too hard in front of Kleist. She has done too many things and was cut too much by Kleist. She was still a little scared, mainly because Kleist was really ruthless when he attacked.

"Everyone is a witness!"

"Hey....."

Ranrisa Bulstrode interrupted their quarrel impatiently, "Don't be so childish, lads!"

Everyone was talking and laughing as they walked, they were always relaxed in Nurmengadry.In the corridor near the study room, suddenly, the keen little wizards stopped immediately.

Severus Snape: "Someone is coming."

Sirius Black: "Not one person, but a group of people."

Frank Barton: "Get ready!"

Without Frank Barton's order, the little wizards all put on their hoods and took out their wands and weapons.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

return

After Kleist left, the woodland kingdom seemed to have suddenly entered winter.Even after seven years, the Woodland Kingdom is still as undisturbed as a pool of stagnant water.

After Kleist left with a serious injury that day, the Elven King held a meeting of all the elves. He didn't explain too much, but told his tribe that Sauron appeared in the form of an elf in Irejan, fearing that Sauron would notice him. The port is not closed, but they are slowly gathering their manpower and financial resources unobtrusively, because they know that sooner or later there will be a big battle between the elves and Sauron.But now, it was time for them to preserve their strength, their new little kingdom couldn't stand Sauron's blow.

As for Thranduil, after Kleist left, he became completely depressed. What he did the most was to sit in the small flower hall downstairs of Kleist, watching those who were preserved by Kleist with magic. Are the flowers still there.Kleist's bloody appearance gave him too much impact. For a long time after Kleist left, he was a little dazed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Kleis who was seriously injured and kneeling on the ground appeared in his mind. special.He didn't even dare to close his eyes, just sitting idly in the small flower hall, fumbling with the map and looking at the potted plants to pass the time.

Everyone, including the Elf King and his wife, waited and watched Thranduil, and they had no intention of persuading him, which in itself was something that people couldn't let go of.Do elves love Kleist?Love, love Kleist as much as anyone else, even if she's just human.They were silently thinking about Kleist, and prayed that she would come back soon without incident. In the past, Kleist was away for a few months at most, and she spent most of her time surrounded by elves.But Kleist has indeed been away for a long time this time.

The elf queen Wen Ruier came to the small flower hall again, and sat beside her silent son. Looking at the bright flowers, she didn't know what to say. She reached out and stroked her son's cold face, "If she comes back, see You won't be happy like this!"

"Mother, do you know when she will be back?"

Wen Ruier shook his head, "I don't know."

"I wished countless times that she would never leave again, but this is impossible, maybe one day she will leave me forever."

Wen Ruier held Thranduil's hands, "Don't be so pessimistic, she will come back."

"When you come back, leave again?" Thranduil looked at his mother, his emerald green eyes filled with unspeakable sadness.

"No, don't think so, she won't leave you, and she won't leave us."

Thranduil's eyes shifted to other places, not words.

Wen Ruier went on to say: "Remember how Kleist drank the magic potion? She will be fine, this may just be a tempering."

"If her growth has to go through hardships, then I hope she never grows up!" My little girl, she shouldn't suffer too much.

Wen Ruier looked at his child gently, and said softly: "Thranduil, she is different."

Thranduil shook his head, "No, she is a human being, someone who gets sick, bleeds, and sad, she is no different." After a moment of silence, Thranduil suddenly asked his mother, "Mother, you never Asked what we experienced outside when we were young, and why?"

With deep eyes, Wen Ruier said in a low voice: "Because you are back, there is no need to know those things."

"But I still remember it, and maybe I will never forget it in this lifetime."

Wen Ruier looked up into the distance, and said faintly: "It's getting dark, you should rest!"

At night, O'Feril looked at his wife with a lonely expression, walked over and asked softly, "Is Thranduil better?"

Wen Ruier shook his head, looked at her husband and asked, "Do you remember what happened when they were young?"

Orifel's face became gloomy, "Remember, what's wrong?"

"We all remember it, but no one ever mentions it, but they are my children, and I know all their little habits and hobbies. For example, when they come back, they hate spiders."

Orifel Muran raised his head and asked with a hint of uncertainty: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

Orifel sighed, and put his arms around his wife. They stood on the terrace, looking at the distant starry sky calmly.

During the time when Kleist had not returned, the days of the elves were still so silent.Until one day, when the Elven King's family was having a quiet breakfast, Thranduil suddenly put down the tableware, and took out the map made by Kleist with his trembling hands.

Wen Ruier was pleasantly surprised: "She's back?"

Thranduil, who hadn't had time to answer, hastily opened the map, and his smile stopped before it spread.