HP's Adagio Minor

Chapter 138 [138]

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The next day, Lola learned that Mr. Laertes and Mr. Grevin left Castle Black early in the morning to go to a nearby industrial park to handle business.

In the morning, under the hospitality of Mr. Steward and several attendants, Lola visited all areas of the entire castle. Although she observed in detail, she still didn't know where the strange magnetic field came from.

[Perhaps this used to belong to wizard's land? ]

She thought to herself, and asked the servants about the origin of the castle, but no one knew, not even the housekeeper knew what happened before being hired.Lola didn't get to the bottom of it any further, fearing that she would offend the owner of the castle if she probed like this.

When Lola curiously explored the mysteries of Castle Black, the attendants seemed to be very interested in her—probably because she was the first guest to be graciously invited by the master of the castle in recent years—and was crowned as 'no Mr. Laertes, who has the labels of "nearly human" and "weird and withdrawn", treats Miss Vance differently. Such intentions are enough for them to gossip in private.

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In the Black Forest in September, it was sunny and sometimes rainy. When Alan Laertes returned to Castle Black, it was already afternoon.He changed his wet coat and stepped into the study room—in the spacious and bright study room, a young woman was leaning on the sofa, accompanied by the sound of raindrops, she was immersed in the plot of the book attentively and gently.

There was a touch of tenderness in Mr. Laertes' eyes. He sat down on the seat beside him calmly, and took a book to read quietly.

It didn't know how long it took before Lola realized that there was someone more in the room.

"Mr. Laertes!" she exclaimed, "when did you come?"

"Am I bothering you?"

"No, of course not." Lola put down the book in her hand, "Where's Mr. Grevin?"

"He has some work and still needs to be busy for a while... How was your morning?"

"not bad."

"Please don't be too restrained." In Mr. Laertes' blue eyes, there seemed to be a fleeting affection. "You are my distinguished guest. If you have any needs, you can speak to me directly."

"Thank you for your kindness. In fact, I had a very fulfilling morning - if I could, maybe I should pay you for the room to stay longer and freshen up those sudden, incredible creative inspirations."

"You can stay as long as you want." Mr. Laertes smiled, "Anything here can help your next best-selling novel, or appear in your travel review, then It's my honor."

"You are so rude."

"You don't have to be modest, I noticed that you are reading a German book, which few people would choose to read."

The characters written in Old German and Middle Latin can be called obscure.

"Yes, I found it in a second-hand bookstore in Baden-Baden - hand-printed copies of this type of rubbing are rare - and for me, every language has its own charm, It's a joy to try to read them."

"You'll always have more unique proposals."

Such compliments were not tiresome, but Lola did not intend to continue. She already knew how to steer the conversation in the direction of interpersonal communication.Then, she cleverly asked the castle owner about the origin of Castle Black, but unfortunately, Mr. Laertes didn't know much about it, so he couldn't provide more clues.

Probably sensing Lola's disappointment, Mr. Laertes seemed a little uncomfortable, and the two of them were silent for a while.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Vance," he said. "I found this in the hallway, and I thought it might be yours?"

In the palm of Mr. Laertes lies a small, branch-shaped silver ring.

"Oh!" Lola took the ring and put it on the little finger of her left hand. "I thought I left it in the bathroom."

"Does this ring have any special meaning to you?" Mr. Laertes asked, "Maybe I'm presumptuous to ask, but how can such an outstanding woman like you wear it on..."

Wearing the ring on the little finger of the left hand represents celibacy.

Was she hurt in some way, or betrayed?

Alexey Romanov didn't treat her well?

Alan Laertes' thoughts were running fast. He didn't dare to think about the conflict between the two. He only knew that the other party was named as 'Zera Vance', not 'Mrs. So-and-so'. The name appeared in the Muggle world, is she really tired of love or marriage?

Perhaps it was the tangled expression on his face that he tried to hide, which moved Lola—in fact, she couldn't help laughing, "This is a gift, made by a friend of mine. As for why it is worn on the little finger... Obviously, because it's so small."

Nata has always been very talented in art. Some time ago, Emory set up a DIY jewelry experience area in "Iris Love", which greatly aroused the little girl's interest (of course, it is also because she has a rich and powerful Daxie’s father supports it)—she made a mithril tail ring herself and sent it with the letter (it also contained a blessed little magic circle).

However, Lola is right-handed, and when using a wand or writing, she occasionally feels bound by the tail ring, so she wears it on her relatively free left hand.

This explanation made Mr. Laertes heave a sigh of relief, he smiled in relief, and then the two changed the subject again.Before they knew it, they chatted all afternoon.After enjoying the afternoon tea together (orange fruit tea + German shortbread), the clouds and mist outside the window dispersed, and the sky finally began to clear up.

Sensing the tiredness in Miss Vance's eyes, Mr. Laertes proposed to take a break, but the other party wanted to move around. She had been sitting for a long time.

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"I didn't expect your riding skills to be so good."

"Aren't you the same... I don't know you well enough, why don't you tell me what you saw and heard when you were studying abroad in Asia when you were young?"

Young men and women each rode a vigorous tame horse, and stepped across the green grass in front of the castle. Not far away, the crescent-colored flowers stretched their branches and leaves in the breeze, and the moist and delicate petals bloomed, creating a refreshing atmosphere for the fresh air after the rain. Add a touch of elegant floral fragrance - if it weren't for the modern clothes the two of them were wearing, such a scene would make one feel like being in a medieval picture scroll, beautiful and full of ancient vitality.

After passing through a dense undergrowth, the vision opened up in vain:

In the western sky, the crimson sunset is slowly approaching the horizon, the dark blue night sky is smudged with layers of penetrating golden glow, the gorgeous sunset glow, the bright day stars, and the undulating dark forest.

"Beautiful things are always passing away slowly, and it is difficult to keep them."

Looking at the beautiful sunset in the mountains in front of her, Lola couldn't help but sigh. She wanted to take pictures of the scenery with a camera, but remembered that she forgot to bring her small bag.

"But they will exist in memory, and because of this, they will become more...precious and beautiful." Mr. Laertes tilted his head slightly, "Just like you, Miss Vance, you are also fascinatingly beautiful."

Lola just smiled when she heard the words, and she could feel that Mr. Laertes' eyes had been lingering on her face—this kind of focused and affectionate feeling made her dazed for a moment.

"... I heard that you are interested in the traditional carnival in this area, maybe you will agree to let me accompany you to visit and experience it."

"Will this be too much trouble? I know you are busy."

"—No, of course not." Mr. Laertes said quickly, with a little urgency in his words, and he seemed to be aware of this himself, so he paused before continuing, "In fact, recently It’s the holidays and I just need a good rest.”

"Oh, I'm in luck then - there's nothing better than having a 'native' as a guide."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time, an unspeakable emotion was slowly emerging from their deep eyes.

Quietly, the setting sun fell, burning the sky red like fire, the night breeze was gentle, accompanied by the snorting of the horses, everything around was so peaceful.

"Miss Vance."

"what?"

"……nothing."

The young man saw the maroon horse galloping in front of his eyes, and with that beautiful figure, he crossed the flat mountain fence, his flying golden hair, bathed in a soft yellow halo... everything seemed to have never happened before. Change.

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Who can say,

who can tell

where the road goes,

where does the road go

Where the day flows

where the years go

Onlytime...

only time

……

Who can say,

who can tell

why your hearts sighs,

why your heart sighs

Asyourloveflies

when love has flown away

Onlytime...

only time

……

when the roads meet

when the roads converge here

That love might be, In your heart.

love may have been born in your heart

when the day sleeps,

sleep in the daytime

Ifthenightkeepsallyourheart

Does the night occupy your whole soul

Who knows

who can understand

Onlytime...

only time

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(From Enya's "Onlytime")

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Laura was almost certain that Mr. Laertes had a soft spot for 'Miss Vance', and had been so since their first meeting.There is no doubt that this pursuit is gentlemanly, restrained, with a sense of seriousness unique to the Germans, as well as unassuming patience and connivance.

Compared with Juno Grevin of the same age, Alan Laertes has a completely different mature temperament—whether it is in speech, manner, or way of thinking—when he gets along with him (even if it is because of differences of opinion) Controversy), and there is always something similar to "soul-shocking communication", which is rare and wonderful, and what Muggles call "charisma" has nothing to do with appearance.

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Next, 'Miss Vance', accompanied by Mr. Laertes, toured the central and southern parts of the Black Forest—almost all the small towns were visited by them:

When participating in the beer carnival, the two raised their big mugs with a "boom bang bang" and boldly staged "a thousand glasses will not get drunk"; they danced with the townspeople at the bonfire in the grass, and went to the lost property the next day The search office retrieved the shoes that had been stepped on; the horse race casino won three rounds, and they invited each other to a hot dog meal as an incentive; explored the hot spring valley, picked wild berries and wild apples to make pies; visited the cuckoo clock factory, and met a group of people from Tourists from other countries chatted happily; strolled to the weekend market in big pom-pom hats and bought loads of loot...

For a whole week, every day was novel, which made Lola dizzy - she liked this kind of life full of enthusiasm and life, everything in the Black Forest was worth admiring, and at the same time, staying in this pure Muggle life After a long time, she also found that her magic perception became very unstable——after entering the,,, mountain range, this change began to slowly occur, until it lasted until it reached its peak around Castle Black.

This also made Lola more determined. Near Castle Black, there must be an ancient permanent magic magnetic field, which had a certain suppressive effect on the individual magic sources (wizards) within this range.

Perhaps because he noticed that 'Miss Vance' occasionally felt anxious (in fact, he felt at a loss because of unstable magic power), Mr. Laertes was always very considerate and careful about the itinerary arrangements.

The more Lola gets in touch with him, the more he feels that he is as deep and warm as this black forest—the other party's eyes always hide complex emotions, that kind of cherish, tenderness and care, almost putting herself in the forest. Pamper unconditionally.

This made her curious and involuntarily thoughtful.

In the rare tacit understanding between her and Mr. Laertes, she often has an illusion, as if she is facing a good friend who has been with him for many years - obviously the body shape, appearance and voice are all different. It is so strange, but there is always an inexplicable sense of familiarity-this feeling makes Lola unconsciously want to get closer.

Hit it off, that might be it.

Although Mr. Laertes' life experience is so simple and almost straightforward, she is nothing more than an ordinary young man who successfully started a business, but she can detect many unusual things from the tiny details - it comes from the influence of her childhood, not acquired It can be replaced by cultivating piles—thus, Lola guessed that the Laertes family might have been descendants of a certain nobleman in the Muggle world.

Perhaps, she should admit, she was a little attracted to Alan Laertes, but that didn't mean what would really happen - she was a witch, after all - if she really decided to marry a Muggle, What she will face is an insurmountable obstacle. She will break with her parents and the entire Barodis family, and even, she will no longer have much contact with her friends.

And all of this negates the blood talent of being a wizard, and all the pride—few people would choose to do this, for the sake of love, give up magic power, hide their identity, put their best wand partner on the shelf, and be willing to be a Muggle ever since— — At least for Lola, she is not yet able to make such a sacrifice.

Therefore, in the face of Mr. Laertes' increasingly enthusiastic pursuit, she prefers to keep the status quo as much as possible-although, she does enjoy this kind of pleasing, pure feeling of love, and is also willing to give emotionally sincere love. Give back - but she is not ready to really fall in love with anyone.

Love is always close at hand, yet out of reach.

So, all she could do was to put aside the so-called pressure - how about a relationship with a Muggle?Anyway, she is still young and has a lot of time to squander... As for what will happen in the future?Who knows!

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The reason why the hero is the hero is because he is the one chosen by the heroine?

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