HP's Adagio Minor

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London, England

"...The drop in the exchange rate of the British pound has had a great impact on us...Yes, cross-border mergers and acquisitions alone will not work. As for the specific plan for the second half of the year, of course it will be arranged according to column C..."

Juno Grevin was talking to the other end of the phone. In his left hand was a large pile of financial meeting materials, and in his right hand was a heavy laptop bag. Hot coffee from a vendor.

"...I majored in computer programming, and I am an IT elite, but this does not include investment... You are like this, but you are squeezing labor. God knows how I would change my mind and take this job. I must be crazy ...No, I don't care for a raise, I'm going on strike...Come on, I'm on my way there, it's the earliest flight, buddy!"

Juno is aggrieved but helpless, he is so busy with himself, while his friend and partner is on vacation, this kind of thing is unreasonable - if I knew that I could play with Miss Vance, I would be late and leave early to miss work, who would be afraid of others!

He bitterly put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, then hurried through the crowd of people going to work, and turned onto another side road.While waiting for the traffic light, he anxiously raised his wrist to check the time—he was going to be late in 10 minutes!

At this time, there were few vehicles on the narrow road, and Juno crossed the roadblock without thinking too much—violating traffic rules is indeed not the behavior of a good citizen, but he had no choice but to save time in this way.

Just as he was running across the road, he suddenly felt something hit his back—accompanied by a strange dull pain, and half of his body was instantly paralyzed—he lost his strength and fell to the ground, dazed, The harsh sound of brakes hit him...

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Juno woke up dazed and found himself lying sprawled on a pure white hospital bed, his arms and legs immobilized with plaster and splints.

"you're awake."

"Hey Alan...man, it's good to meet you!"

"How do you feel?"

"Not bad, just a little nauseous."

"Amine neuroactive substances stimulate the vagus nerve... a typical aftereffect of a concussion." Allen flipped through the thick medical records, "You were hit by a car while crossing the road, and the police are chasing the escaping vehicle—how lucky is your luck?" Yes, multiple broken bones and soft tissue contusions, none of which are fatal... but you know, no one wants to see you take such a risk."

"I'm sorry, I don't know how it happened... There were no cars on the road, and I suddenly fell down..."

Juno shook his head, he still clearly remembered the scene - a double-decker bus twisted into a strange shape, rolling towards him between the narrow sidewalk and the roadway, braking hard and scraping the road surface deeply ground marks, black smoke from the deflated tires... Then, he was hit by an inexplicable impact and fell on the lamppost. It's a scene from a sci-fi movie, weird and absurd, and strange things always happen around him.

But when he described the scene in his mind, his friend shook his head.

"According to the police's judgment, the vehicle involved in the accident was not a sightseeing bus, and there were no brake marks left on the sidewalk."

"Could it be a dream?" Juno sighed, "I thought it was real, I even heard people saying 'here's a Muggle', and something like 'the paralyzing spell doesn't hit the head well'... it's so weird , How could I hear such words in my dream?!"

Seeing the other party's dazed look, Allen felt very uncomfortable-the British Ministry of Magic is short of manpower, and the new Aurors are obviously inexperienced. Simple pursuit of suspects can bring harm to innocent Muggles. For the sake of that Mr. Potter is still sincere, he will definitely not easily...

"Alan?" Juno looked at his friend carefully, "Your face—did you have plastic surgery? I remember you didn't look like this before."

"...What did I look like before?"

"That's right," Juno tried to turn his dull head, "You have to be more handsome, the kind that girls like." He pointed to the cheekbones and jaw, "Here, and here, are completely different from now... …But I don’t feel surprised no matter what you are, it’s like… I’m used to it.”

"Really?" Allen raised his eyebrows, "Besides that, what else do you remember?"

"A lot, it's like being knocked on the head, and some strange, unfamiliar memories surrounded me-I seem to have seen you point a small wooden stick at someone, and then the person fell to the ground, and occasionally towards me..."

As Juno was talking, he found his friend staring at him with piercing eyes.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing." Allen smiled, "It seems that you had a lot of strange dreams when you were asleep."

"No, it's not like a dream, I can even remember that strange dull pain... It's just a personal experience! Just like this time, the strangers I saw, they also waved around with sticks— Juno's eyes widened, "It's exactly the same as the one in your hand."

"..."

Allen's heart is a bit complicated. According to the "Muggle Confidentiality Agreement", he should not use magic in front of Juno, but right now, he has to consider the issue of the invalidation of the Forgetting Charm...or he should add another strengthening spell, to prevent such things from happening again?

"Hey, Alan, I know you're unusual... To be honest, I don't like it at all when you point that at me, I get inexplicably nervous, like being pointed at with a gun— I may not remember certain things from the past, but no matter who you are or what your identity is...cough cough cough!"

Juno suddenly coughed violently, took a few sips of water to slow down, and continued,

"I'll keep it a secret for you, buddy...ahem...everyone has their own secrets. Although I love to chat with people, I still know what to say and what not to say. We are friends, aren't we? What friends need is trust...Alan?"

Juno's eyes were completely honest, he moved his plastered right hand awkwardly - after a brief moment of tension and stalemate, he watched the other party slowly put down the wand in his hand, and stretched out his hand - the two were as usual fist bump.

"Hiss, quickly put away this little wooden stick!" Juno was agitated by this powerful 'friendship collision', his teeth cracked, he was greatly relieved, "Look at this, I know I have been tossed by you in the past .”

"I didn't expect you to remember."

"Neither did I, it's a wonderful world! But then, what are you, a wizard? Oh, yes, you're holding sticks... I'm kidding, I know it's a wand! I say that, Shouldn’t you be hit by something again?!”

"No, I can apply for a non-disclosure agreement to the Ministry of Magic for you."

"I will never yell nonsense, I'm afraid of going to a mental hospital!" Juno's face flushed red, as if he was a little over excited, "I knew, you've been mysterious since you moved here—I Best friend is a wizard - oh my gosh, that's a big surprise in itself, hey Ellen can you..."

"No."

"why?"

"I can't use magic in front of Muggles."

"Muggle? That doesn't sound like a good title." Juno shrugged. "After signing that agreement?"

"You can only reserve the right to know."

"But you... used some kind of curse on me before, right? Why didn't anyone take care of it?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, I didn't ask, the mysterious Mr. Allen—you can see that I'm bored, and I have to lie down for at least a while in this situation. If I can, I really hope to get better soon—seeing that I am For the sake of your hard work, can't you think of a way?"

"The strong bone growth agent is added to the water glass, and you have just drank it."

"Really?" Juno said in surprise, "I haven't even tasted the ingredients."

"You wouldn't want to know."

"Oh, here we go again." Juno couldn't help complaining, "You always make things mysterious and say it's for my own good, but even so... well, let's not talk about this, let's talk about something else Yes, for example, you sent me away and went on a date with Miss Vance alone... Did you put a curse on me?"

"I do not have."

"Oh, just admit it - don't think I don't know, I've never seen you be so attached to anyone, it's so unusual."

"But I won't curse you for it."

"So, I really volunteered to help?" Juno wailed exaggeratedly, "I'm such a warm-hearted 'good guy', I was 'lobbied' by you so easily... Then, Miss Vance knows Are you a wizard?"

"She'll know."

"Whoa, I gotta warn you, man, not everyone has a heart like mine - you don't want a woman to make a fuss unless she feels the same way you do..."

"Her... identity is also very special."

"Is she a wizard like you?! My God! I really don't see it at all. You can be actors." Juno felt that his collision was worth the ticket price, " But she doesn't seem to recognize you, is it because of your fake face?"

Allen had to admit that his Muggle friend was often confused, but occasionally hit the nail on the head.

"I had some misunderstandings with her... Sorry, she is very important to me, so I can't give her up to anyone."

"Hmmm, I guess it's got to be about the relationship, hey, don't look at me like that, I've had far more girlfriends than you - you old man - I thought we were going to fight over women , in that case, I can only stop with regret... When are you going to confess to her?"

"Wait until the right time."

"Well, then you'd better do it sooner rather than later, man! The worst thing girls can't stand is..."

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"...The above is what Mr. Laertes asked me to convey. If you have nothing to do, I will take my leave first."

After Butler Hill left, Lola sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing that Juno Grevin had been in a car accident, Mr. Laertes hurried to London—it was gratifying that Juno was only affected by Some minor injuries that weren't serious.

("Is there any mistake, this is considered a minor injury?!" - Juno? Depressed face VS Alan? Paralyzed face - [defeated])

Originally, she also wanted to go to visit with her, but because she suddenly felt unwell (you know), she stayed in the castle to rest.Although she is quite free compared to the previous days, she can also find things busy - owls come to the door one after another to deliver letters and packages. Fortunately, the bird protection work in the Black Forest area is in place, and several owls are on the window sill The scene of standing in rows is not too surprising.

Without the ability to use an automatic writing pen, Lola's letters were time-consuming to write back—weeks of no contact with family and friends, many things unfolding beyond her belief, and the deadline for the column was approaching.In short, she wrote from morning to noon, and almost recovered the "beautiful" experience of writing a thesis while studying in Durmstrang.

After finally sending the letter and manuscript, Lola ate some food, and then planned to walk around - sitting for a long time tends to accumulate food, and keeping fit is the lifelong goal of every woman.Before going out of the room, she took the compass with her. After the sunshine once, Lola found that she couldn't shrink it anymore—she was sure that this magic weapon from the ancient East had mysterious and unknown powers Power, but sadly no way of knowing more at this stage.

Along the stairs, spiraling up layer by layer, the creaking sound of the wooden floor carries the precipitation of ancient times.

In the past few days, Lola has traveled to almost every corner of the castle, and the compass trembles in her hands from time to time.The amplitude of this vibration is so small that it is difficult to determine which orientation caused it to resonate, but strangely, when Lola is close to the Muggle equipment, the compass will stop vibrating-perhaps because these are The products of modern civilization are manufactured by cold machinery, so they cannot attach and absorb energy and beliefs.

Of course, during the whole process, Lola behaved naturally and appropriately, and although the maids were curious, they did not ask too much, and naturally they would not interfere with her whereabouts. In short, it seemed that no one Take note of her 'Project Exploration'.

The corridor on the fourth floor can lead to the bell tower on the other side. When she passed the master bedroom, she accidentally discovered that the door that should have been closed was slightly open—a few petals and leaves fell from the door frame. The pattering water stains continued to the corner - perhaps the maid forgot to close the door when changing the flower arrangement in the room.

Lola stopped walking. She stared at the almost smoothed relief texture on the heavy wooden door. She felt familiar. She must have seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it. The family crests are all similar.

At this moment, a gust of wind from nowhere pushed open the door—as if it was a silent invitation—at the same time, the compass vibrated again, and a strong impulse drove Lola forward. After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the bedroom:

This is a bright and spacious suite, different from the traditional decorations in other rooms, the decoration style here is simple and modern, obviously, its owner is not a person who pays attention to luxury enjoyment.Just as she was looking around curiously, trying to analyze Ellen Laertes' preferences in detail, seeing the wall with murals attracted her attention—with her keen intuition and understanding of castle architecture With an understanding of the structure, Lola can almost judge that there must be a secret door behind it—building a dark room or secret passage in the hidden area of ​​the master bedroom is almost the consensus of ancient castle owners.

In the spirit of "exploration", Lola clicked the empty bricks, but did not want to touch the mechanism. A whole wall was turned backwards, revealing a narrow corridor - Lola stepped into it, and in the dark dark room, there were There was a whole row of bookshelves, with stacks of books almost reaching the top of the dark room, and some yellowed newspapers and magazines piled up under the bookshelves—although the arrangement was a little messy, the floor tiles were not dusty at all.

Lola was attracted by a familiar smell, she stepped forward and pushed aside the newspaper, and there was a mouthful—a cauldron?She squatted down and looked carefully, and she was sure that it was really a standard size No. 2 tin cauldron—there were even some dry brown water stains inside, exuding a faint smell of potion.

Looking around in the dim surroundings, familiar items come into sight, such as old flying broomsticks, black spell cloaks, faded models of solar system planets, brass scales with weights inverted on one side, and even the transfiguration theory with gold-plated covers Choose... There is no doubt that these things were once owned by wizards.

This cognition made Lola feel a bit overwhelmed. She stood up in a daze, and under the constant trembling and urging of the compass, she came to the deepest part of the dark room—a locker half the height of a person was placed in the corner. When Lola approached When it was time, the top glass cover shook suddenly, revealing the gap in the handle.

The magnetic needle of the compass is constantly vibrating, no longer spinning aimlessly, it precisely points to the first floor of the locker, as if that is what it has been looking for all along.Lola had a vague premonition that this would allow her to know the answers to certain things—although it was not a good behavior to explore other people's privacy in this way, but at this moment, she had no choice.

She opened the drawer, and at a glance, she saw the magic wand bundled in the dark-weave cloth cover, and there was a strangely shaped diamond-shaped sculpture beside it, and the surface of the warm texture faintly radiated with luster.Before Lola took a closer look, the compass broke free from her hand. It floated in the air, and the jade core was separated from the threaded disk surface, rotating at a high speed with centrifugal force, emitting a soft beam of light.

A dull disc slowly rises from the drawer, except that the jade in the center is the color of thick ink, it is almost exactly the same as a compass—they are close to each other, the discs are tightly fitted, and they vibrate at the same frequency , the white jade and the black jade merged into Hunyuan, and a golden light refracted from it, projecting the ancient oriental characters on the wall in the form of light and shadow...

After an unknown amount of time, the pair of compasses slowly fell back to the top of the locker, and Lola's eyes also returned to the drawer. She found that there was a small tin box on the innermost side with a line engraved on the lid. Inscription:

[...only open for worth it]

Lola felt inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen it at a certain moment in her memory, or maybe all of this was a reappearance in a dream.She stroked the sunken writing with her hand, twisted the lock with a soft 'click', and opened the tin box—there were only some old, inconspicuous small items in the box:

The school emblem of the double-headed eagle with the left wing broken off, the cracks were carefully trimmed and glued; the "lucky charm" made of dry oak branches, stained with golden powder like the carnival fireworks of the summer solstice "Jianni"; the neatly bundled silver satin ribbon, The victorious sweat of the Quidditch team once smeared on it; in the small rough handmade portrait frame, two figures can be vaguely seen shaking in the candlelight of the dance; Pass the message while class...

——All of these are neatly placed in the velvet lining, as if this is the most important memory that their owners cherish in their hearts.

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Lola had just walked out of the master bedroom when footsteps came from the stairs.

"Miss Vance, are you here?" The maid was a little surprised, and then she found the petals on the floor, "Oh, I was too negligent, did you wet your skirt?"

"it does not matter."

Lola waved her hand and stepped over the petals on the ground, not seeming to care about the water stains on the soles of her shoes.

"I'll clean it up right away...You don't look very well, do you need hot milk in the kitchen?"

"No, I'm just...a little tired."

Lola replied lightly, and she walked slowly to the end of the corridor, looking out on the suspension bridge leading to the clock tower.Her eyes skipped the clusters of well-trimmed shrubs, trickling fountains, green lawns, and large blooming flowers to the distance—the deep forest undulates with the mountains, hidden in it The lake is shimmering.

"This is incredible!"

After finishing her work, the maid sighed as she looked at the huge rainbow of seven colors that spanned the entire sky.

"Yes."

Lola raised the corners of her mouth, but her emerald eyes were surprisingly quiet, as if she was in deep thought, or attracted by the charming scenery in front of her.Seeing this, the maid backed away quietly, leaving the beautiful woman leaning against the railing alone - the breeze was blowing, the corners of her skirt were flying, and the surroundings were as quiet as if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say:

After completing a chapter, I feel that Xiaoyan's direction is crooked again~~