[HP] If youth has an ageless face

A month and a half after Joaquin's funeral, Ethan made a request for a door-to-door visit.Edwin did not refuse, but changed the location to a place he did not expect——

Matthew Wilson's grave.

"He promised me an incredible future when he proposed to me." When he arrived, it started to rain, and Edwina stood in front of the tomb with a black umbrella, as if she had sensed his approach, and she began to feel uneasy. Recalling the past in a slow, flat voice and without emotion, "But he broke his word. He was jealous of Darren, suspicious of all the men I had been with - he was a Quidditch player, which meant he often had to shut down. The training, the lack of communication between us - one night, when I came home from a dinner, he was waiting for me in the living room..."

Ethan listened to her story without saying a word.He was still at Hogwarts when she married Matthew, and he just read their wedding announcement and Matthew's obituary in the newspaper.Their marriage lasted only three months, and later he also asked others about the details of their lives, but few people knew.

"...then he hit me, pinned me on the bed, and raped me." Edwina sneered and looked down at the inscription on the tombstone, "As you can see, he died shortly after that An accident. And I've been alive and well until now."

"What are you trying to tell me by telling me this?"

She raised her umbrella slightly, revealing her face: "How long do you think you can live?"

"Have you ever asked anyone else this question?"

"Chatillon."

"How did he answer?"

"'If you die under the peony flowers, it's fun to be a ghost'." She said in a joking tone, "Now he really is a ghost."

"Have you decided to agree to my request?" Ethan asked back, avoiding her question.

"That's right." Edwin smiled slightly, "Could it be that you are more dangerous than Chatillon? He wants to kill me."

Ethan remained silent, he couldn't help but feel suspicious of the situation in front of him: It's that simple?

"But I have something to tell you." Edwinla asked in a deliberative tone, "Are you really planning to let your distant relatives inherit your property?"

"Of course not." Ethan glanced at her, "I will have my own children."

"Maybe."

He frowned: "What do you mean?"

"If that's the case, you can only pray that I die sooner, or start looking for suitable mistresses outside now so that they can bear children for you." Edwina suggested very "considerately", and she once again Turning his face the other way, Ethan suspected that she didn't want him to see her expression, "After my second miscarriage, the therapist said it was impossible for me to have another child."

The rain continued, and Edwina watched as drops of water fell from the edge of the umbrella to the ground.

"It doesn't matter." Ethan quickly replied, "I know what you want--all the properties of the Zabini family will eventually belong to Blaise, is this okay?"

Edwina was making tea when he went downstairs, and when she heard his footsteps, she didn't even raise her head, and just uttered one word:

"sit."

Blaise sat down nervously on the sofa.Edwin didn't seem to feel his panic, she put the teapot back on the coffee table, and slowly removed the strainer, picked up a cube of sugar and put it in the cup.After gently stirring several times, she leaned the tea spoon against the wall of the cup to let the contaminated tea slide down naturally.Then she added two slices of lemon to the glass.

Blaise watched her movements with rapt attention, unconsciously forgetting his nervousness.In the rest of his life, he dated many girls, some of whom were beautiful.But whenever he drank tea with them, Blaise couldn't help thinking of this evening many years ago, and secretly comparing them with his mother.

Blaise didn't understand until he was a little older.For his mother, beauty was a weapon, but not the only one.

"Do you have something to say?" Edwin took a sip of tea and looked at his slightly distracted son.Blaise was shocked, and only then remembered his purpose for coming to her:

"Yes……"

Edwina saw through what he wanted to say at a glance: "Have you made a decision?"

"I don't want to go to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang," he blurted out, his pre-rehearsed speech largely forgotten, "I want to go to Hogwarts."

"why?"

He gapes - don't want to be too far from home?This excuse can't be said in any way.He could even foresee the fake but concealed contemptuous smile that Edwina used to wear. Whenever she despised someone or something in her heart, her face would take on that kind of lukewarm, A half-true smile.

"If you want to go to Hogwarts," fortunately she didn't expect him to give any reason, "then go."

"You think so?" he asked tentatively.

"This is your business, your decision, what does it have to do with me?"

Blaise is speechless.The feeling of anger and grievance came back, he blinked and quickly suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

"Okay." He said firmly.

"There is one more thing I need to inform you." She turned a deaf ear to the resentment in his tone, "I'm getting married."

again?Blaise stopped his mouth in time, and changed the unfinished words to: "With whom?"

"You know him." She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly. Blaise was at a loss at first, and then the alarm sounded. Before he had a chance to think about it, Edwina had clearly pronounced the name, "Ethan."

"impossible!"

"Why not?"

Blaise's heart was pounding, he felt dizzy and his mouth was parched: "He's my uncle!"

"Yes." She looked at him calmly, "so what?"

"You, you—" Blaise wanted to scream, to get angry, to tell her loudly that he hated her, "how could you!"

"Is there anything wrong?" Edwin looked at him coldly on the verge of rage, "I will always get married anyway, and it is better to find someone you are familiar with than to let you adapt to a stranger?"

"How can you say that." Blaise's voice finally began to tremble, and he started to cry, "You are not thinking about me at all, you are thinking about yourself!"

She laughed softly: "Yes, I'm so selfish. It's really wronged you to make you my son. "

The author has something to say:

In the original book, Mrs. Zabini had already killed seven husbands when Libres and the others were in fifth grade, but I don't think it is possible for her to remain unmarried since then.

So there will be a total of eight people in this article (five are currently dead).

The other important male characters are Comrade Blaise, and Uriah who will appear again later.