[HP] turns in your hand

"Professor Snape:

Merry Chrismas.

I am Chiara Lowe and I send you my best wishes this year too.

It's a pity that I couldn't spend this Christmas at school this year. I have some business to deal with in the Muggle world, so I have to use the holiday to go back.Thankfully things went well and I was able to go back to school on time at the end of the holidays.

You should have attended the Christmas party today too, right?Every time I have eaten at the Christmas dinner in the past two years, I must have a good Christmas dinner this year. I miss the Christmas pudding from the kitchen a little bit.It's a pity that I have been taking the train these days, and I haven't eaten much decent food.

I am now in a small village, and today the village is full of Christmas atmosphere. Every house has been decorated with red, green and silver Christmas colors in front of the house. There is even a Christmas tree made of a real pine tree at the entrance of the tavern in the village.When I passed by, I saw the boss sweeping snow at the door, but the snow on the tree fell directly into his collar, and he shook on the spot for a long time.

Have you ever seen the English countryside after it snows?I hadn't seen it before, and train travel was new to me these days.I can't say that I'm interested in scenery and travel. In fact, I like to be alone in a warm, comfortable and familiar small space, but I don't resist seeing new scenery.The more people understand new things, the clearer they will have a clearer understanding of the limits of the world, and they will also be able to introspect themselves, keeping sobriety and humility at all times.

This kind of statement sounds a little Ravenclaw, but I think this is the simplest truth that everyone should know, so that the world can lose at least 80% of the idiots.

The snow-covered British villages look like what I saw on the pictures when I was a child. Hearing is believing once, and I finally know that the sparse villages like gingerbread houses in the pictures are not imagined by the painter.However, the village is beautiful because it is beautiful, and it is difficult to walk on the snow-covered roads that no one has cleaned.I had no choice but to temporarily buy a pair of snow boots and wrap myself tightly before going on the road.Even so, it took longer than I expected to get there.

I lit a fire in the house at my destination, and I am writing this letter to you while warming up.The cellar is also very cold in winter, but it will be much better in a place with a fireplace. I hope you can remember to often move in a room with a fireplace, which is good for protecting your joints.

As I write this, I find many snakes around me drawn out by the fire I have raised.They seem to be fooled by the temperature, thinking that it is now spring.I watched them swim towards me, dumbfounded, completely unaware that in front of them I was just another animal frozen stiff by winter.Spring has not come, nor will their spring, and there is only death in the firelight.

It was getting dark, and I bought a ticket for tonight, and after I had dried my shoes, I set out for the train station.This is the end of this letter, and the pine branch of Little Hangleton is attached to the letter, hoping that it can bring you a good mood with its own fragrance.

Merry Christmas to you again.

— Yours faithfully, Chiara Lowe"

Chiara folded the letter and carefully put it into the envelope she bought in advance.Behind her, the raging flames burned the Gaunt's old house into black smoke, and the only remaining load-bearing wall was crumbling.

The smell of gunpowder smoke persisted, staining the letter paper with a slight smell of gunpowder.Ciara didn't look at the group of snakes slowly crawling towards the fire, she held her chin, quietly watching the gradually darkening sky, waiting for the flames to go out.

A few minutes later, the last wall also came crashing down.Chiara stood up, she shook her baked snow boots, put them on each side one by one, and then walked slowly towards the fire site where the temperature was still so high that it could burn people.

A transparent protective film enveloped her body as she silently chanted the mantra, and Ziara looked calm, letting the flames lick her slender body and scorch her face.The steaming heat distorted her figure. She walked in the hellish fire field, looking around for every incongruous floor, like a saint who calmly accepted her fate to be engulfed in the flames, and she seemed to have nothing superfluous. Emotional, red-eyed demon associated with volcanic magma.

In the end, Chiara found a strangely intact floor in a corner of the ruins that had been bombed so that no trace of life could be seen.

"Found you." She whispered.

Billowing black smoke rose up in front of Ziara, and the grotesque grotesque with fuzzy features twisted and twisted into a head that was at eye level with her.Ziara looked at it, and it hissed and asked, "Why did Dumbledore send you, a little girl?"

Chiara said lightly: "Because I am enough."

The black smoke laughed sharply, it was blown bigger and bigger by the wind in mid-air, the black smoke was lingering, and it seemed to envelop Chiara's whole body with its fangs and claws.

"What can you do, a little girl with no hair at all?"

Ziara shook her head at the Horcrux.

"Remember to be humble and prudent, I thought you would learn that in a long life, but it doesn't look like it does."

She exposed the tip of her wand from her sleeve. The wand she got newly from Knockturn Alley was not easy to handle. Every time she released the spell, she used too much force, but it was enough for this time.

Facing the black smoke with a grin and contempt, Chiara raised her hand, and drew a long fire mark in the air from top to bottom.

"It was very easy to get an autograph from Lockhart in the restricted area when I was in the second grade. I saved a lot, and one of them is just for you to use. But it is not easy to find a book that remembers how to use this magic. It was even harder to learn. I'm ashamed to say it, but I have to admit it took me a long time to learn it, and set several of my clothes on fire in the process."

Chiara sighed, but she had a rare, genuine smile on her face.Obviously, although there are not many things that make her happy in this world, "learning something difficult and successfully applying it" is a satisfaction that all human beings can empathize with.

Even if she learned black magic, it is classified as extremely evil black magic.

Fiend!

"If I did something wrong, please correct me, after all, you are the master in this area." Chiara said softly, "But if you die in the end, it means that I have mastered this magic well." Good enough."

The scarlet fiery snake showed its horrific fangs to the black smoke. Standing under Fierce Flame, Ziara was smiling, as if she was just an ordinary student seeking instruction.

Before being swallowed into ashes, the Horcrux struggled and asked sharply, "Who are you?!"

Ziara tilted her head, looking even innocent.

"I'm just a psychopath who will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals."

"You're a lunatic!"

Chiara laughed: "Yes, of course you can say that."

On December 12, a fire broke out somewhere in Little Hangleton, the cause of which was unknown, but fortunately no one was injured.

The villagers drank wine all night to celebrate Christmas, and they found the wasteland still smoking on the morning of the 26th.On this wasteland burned by the fire, there is only a hut left by an old homeless man decades ago. In addition to the charred ground that is dazzling in the white snow, there are many dead snakes that woke up abnormally from hibernation.

The villagers buried the dead snake, and none of them cared about the ruined hut.In the coming spring, new shoots will grow here, and all traces of human activities will be erased naturally.

New things happen every day in this world. The Christmas fire in Little Hangleton didn't attract any attention. The only clue left in the whole thing was that Chiara's hair was inevitably set on fire. a handful.This little baldness problem was easily fixed though, as Chiara quickly cut off a lock of her hair before the flames spread, which resulted in her hair looking thinner than it should have been—however, For the British, it is understandable how thin the hair volume is.

In order not to make it look like she was staying up late studying every day during the holidays and caused a lot of hair loss, Chiara went to the school infirmary after the Christmas break.Madam Pomfrey was quite familiar with students asking for hair growth potions—in fact, some professors asked for it, but she didn't say which one.

Madam Pomfrey gave Chiara a bottle of potion, and originally told her to drink a few drops at a time, but Chiara drank the whole potion in one gulp in front of her——and she instantly seemed like Like the Coke with Mentos added, it started to grow wildly.

This speed made Chiara, who has always been calm, panic. She held her ankle-length hair and asked Madam Pomfrey if she could give her some more hair-reducing potion, which made Pomfrey amused. Madame giggled.

"You can get a haircut and cut off the extra hair, my dear," said Madam Pomfrey. "There is a barber shop in Hogsmeade, many students and professors like to go there, I can recommend for you."

Chiara smiled awkwardly: "I...I can't go to Hogsmeade without my guardian's signed permission."

"What a pity." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "Then we have to think of another way..."

After a while of silence, she said, "How about I cut it for you?"

Chiara: ?

When Snape came to deliver new potions to the infirmary in the afternoon, what he saw was Madam Pomfrey covering a girl with long hair mopping the floor who was sitting with her back to him, with a large green sterile cloth for surgery, and then began She rummaged through her instrument tray until she finally found a pair of large scissors.

"What, what is this...?" The girl asked in a trembling voice.

It took a long time for Snape to realize that it was Chiara's voice.

Madam Pomfrey used the pair of scissors to gesture above Ziara's head, and said softly, "These are the scissors used to cut the intestines, they are very sharp, and they will be cut for you soon, my dear."

Chiara: ...?

Why scissors for cutting intestines? !

Are there any other normal scissors in the infirmary? The ones for cutting gauze are also good!

Snape saw Chiara clutching the hem of her own school gown, her whole body tensed up, as if Madam Pomfrey was cutting not her hair but her arteries.

"Oh, I didn't notice you coming in just now." Of course Madam Pomfrey also heard the movement at the door, she turned her head and greeted Snape, "You brought the blood-activating potion, Severus Si? Thank you, just put it in the old place."

When she heard Snape's name, Ziara felt the blood rushing to her head for an instant, and her cheeks became hot immediately, and she didn't even dare to turn her head.

Snape put a few glass bottles on the medicine cabinet by the door, and said by the way, "May I ask one more question, what are you doing?"

"I'm cutting Miss Luo's hair. She drank too much hair growth potion in one breath just now." Madam Pomfrey gathered all of Chiara's hair in her hands, and tried to use the large scissors to place them under the blades. "Relax, it'll be over in no time—you see, it only takes a moment!"

With the knife in hand, her long black hair fell to the ground in an instant, and Chiara's hair returned to its original ear-length length, revealing her red ears and neck.

"Is this length okay, dear?"

Madam Pomfrey handed Chiara a small mirror, and she saw her face blushing like Fiendfire in the small mirror, and the one who gave her a brief glance at the door before finally pushing the door to leave snape.

"Okay... I think it's fine." She whispered.

It looked like nothing had changed, everything was still on track, as if the fire at Christmas had never happened.Only the scorched and twisted ring in the far corner of Chiara's suitcase, which she packed in a small metal box, knows what kind of snowstorm this Christmas has witnessed.

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi: Qualified curly kings must have short hair, which can save time for washing hair and leave more time for learning (black magic)

BGM: Burning, singer Maria Arredondo, is a very old song

In the next chapter, time flies again!Fasten your seat belts, everyone!