[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Since you are here, I entrust you with a small favor." Edwin pulled two things to Sylvia, "You try to give them to Blaise, and do it in a subtle way, so that he won't find out I asked you to give it."

"what is this?"

"Darren's diary," Edwin said. "And his notebook."

"Why are you doing this? What can't you say to Blaise? He is your son after all!" Sylvia couldn't help shaking her head and sighing again. She weighed the things in her hand, "Ethan has always kept these ?”

"It's not like he reserved it." Edwina's attitude towards her sixth marriage was very indifferent, or negative. "He has his own study. Darren's former room has always been cleaned by house elves."

"Are you unhappy?" Sylvia asked sharply.

She shrugged and admitted.

"Then why did you marry him? If it's just for the property of the Zabini family, it's not worth it."

"I'm going to get married again anyway, Ethan is a good choice, that's all."

Sylvia sat down next to her: "But he says he loves you now, what will happen in the future?"

"I'll talk about it later. I told him before we got married that I could accept him having other women, but he refused."

As an outsider, Sylvia felt that it would be useless to say more at the moment: "You can decide for yourself...I'll go find Blaise."

Blaise resisted contact with Edwin La and Ethan, but when he saw Sylvia, his eyes lit up.

"Do you miss me, handsome boy?" Sylvia hugged him, and naturally changed the subject, "I'll show you something, okay?"

Of course Sylvia didn't take Blaise to Darren's study - there were too many important things there - she led him into Darren and Edwin's bedroom, which was still cleaned every day, although No one has stayed in for a long time, and no one will stay in the future.

"Do you know where this is?"

Blaise was silent, which meant he had already guessed the answer.

"Before your mother moved here, she wanted to take these two things away." Sylvia said as she opened the drawer of the bedside table, "but other people didn't allow it, so she hid the things here...you Look, it's still here."

She feigned surprise and took out Darren's belongings, Blaise looked at her quietly, she was not sure if he saw through her poor acting skills: "What is that?"

"Your father's stuff." She patted the seat beside her and motioned Blaise to sit down. "I know this. He has been using this to take notes since he was a student at Hogwarts."

The notebook was quite spectacular, as thick as a copy of "Hogwarts: A School History".

"Oh..." Blaise was really stunned, "He is really a..."

"Bookworm. We all think so." Sylvia handed him the diary again, "This one seems to be more personal, please keep it and read it slowly, I won't open it."

"Aunt Sylvia," Blaise stroked the peeling paint cover of the notebook, "what kind of person is he?"

"Darren?" Sylvia recalled it seriously, and she found it difficult to describe Darren's image accurately, "Probably a nerd, he doesn't usually wear glasses, but I know he is reading and writing You need a pair of extra-thick glasses... you don't really look like him, Blaise."

"I have his eyes."

"Yes, that's true." Sylvia smiled. "Your father's eyes are really beautiful, like sapphires."

"Do you have a picture of him?"

Sylvia shook her head: "No. I don't know him very well." She tentatively suggested, "I think your mother should have some, why don't you ask her for it?"

Blaise didn't answer.

Sylvia took the opportunity to ask: "Did you argue with her?"

Blaise nodded and shook his head. "Why would she make me suffer the consequences of her affairs?"

"Because you're her son, Brace, it's unavoidable." Sylvia sighed. "We've all had tough times, and at your age all I could think about was how to fish." Gold turtle son-in-law—hey, don't tell others what I said!"

Blaise was startled, and immediately looked at Sylvia dumbfounded. She chuckled and didn't care:

"I didn't expect it?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?" Sylvia asked back, "Brace, Brace, you are still young, and when you grow up, you will gradually understand her."

Blaise was silent for a while, and finally he shook his head: "Aunt Sylvia, you don't understand."

However, Blaise's mood suddenly improved from that day on.Darren's notebook and diary calmed his restless heart like a cup of warm butterbeer. Ethan and Edwin didn't care about him, so he had a lot of time to hide in his room and read Dad Relics of the past—even though they never met, even though Darren never even knew he existed—from those old texts, Blaise could conjure up a figure of his father.

For him, Darren was finally real, no longer the pale image portrayed in a few fragmented words spoken by others.He used to move his hands on these papers, writing down the inspirations that flashed in his mind and the details worth recording in his daily life, not only related to herbal medicine, but also more detailed, warmer and more Homely things... such as his married life with Edwin Rah.For the first time, Blaise knew that they hadn't even held a formal wedding, which was so strange!Blaise couldn't imagine his mom forgoing a big wedding and exchanging explanations only in front of the family.Moreover, his uncle was quite critical of this, and it was still difficult to let go of their hasty marriage—he still had an uncle?Blaise stopped reading in surprise. His uncle was a Quidditch player named Uriah.

But he had no impression of him at all.Did Edwin Lat mention it?Maybe.But he couldn't remember, there wasn't much in a child's head.Like Darren, Uriah disappeared into his vast memory, leaving no shadow behind.

Brace hungrily continued to read, surprise after surprise—their wedding night was spent on a mountain named "Brace", where is his name?His dad would bring his mom gifts whenever he went to a new place, sometimes a small plant, sometimes a local spice; After learning the new recipe, Blaise tried hard to understand those cumbersome steps. Maybe he won't be a herbalist, but he might be a good cook!

He also noticed that Darren's handwriting was very similar to his, in neat italics.And the Edwina recorded by Darren in the diary is also slightly different from the mother in his eyes. He condemned her messy NEWTs herbal study results, and said that he couldn't figure out why a person who didn't get the NEWTs herbal study certificate could Accurately distinguishing each ingredient in the perfume... Of course, this is not the most surprising thing. It is Darren's imagination of his future children that makes Blaise's emotions rise and fall.He said that on their wedding night, he dreamed of their child, a boy who looked a lot like Edwin La, but inherited his eyes.

That's me!Blaise almost passed out with happiness.He read Darren's description carefully again, and once again confirmed that he was [-]% similar to the boy in Darren's dream.

It turned out that he had already met his father somewhere.That night, Blaise slept soundly with Darren's diary in his arms.He wants to enter Ravenclaw, study herbal medicine well, and go to Wales to see the mountain with the same name as him...

Her idea worked.Edwin Lam closed the door silently, Brace, who had already fallen asleep, was naturally ignorant of her peeping.

"Why don't you take the opportunity to break the ice with him?" She was not the only one outside the door, and Ethan leaned against the wall with no expression of joy or anger.

"It wasn't necessary," she said. "I never expected a mother-child relationship like a friend."

"I don't think it's good to be stiff like this." Ethan glanced at the closed door. In all fairness, he had very complicated feelings for Blaise. Always reminded him of Darren.

"He has to learn to be independent," Edwinra replied, "Isn't that how we all came here?"

An unmistakable answer, but he wasn't in the least pleased with the growing estrangement between their mother and son.Ethan looked at her back.To him, she will always be sand that cannot be grasped and light that cannot be grasped. Even if she sleeps next to him every night, he always feels panic for no reason, thinking that she will pull away and leave in the next moment.

The distance between them is close at hand, but far away.