[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Why did you come back one day late?" His girlfriend complained about his lateness. Christian ignored her resentful expression, and his eyes fell on the rose on the table:

"Stop decorating your house with roses."

"I like roses." She knew nothing about Christian's experience in the past few days, "Didn't you also say—"

"It turned out to be the original, and now is the present." Christian interrupted her rarely. He glanced at her, took out a stack of checks from his coat pocket, tore off one and filled in all kinds of information about him in the wizard bank. "I think that's the end of our relationship."

His girlfriend—ex-girlfriend now—opened her eyes wide in surprise and rage as he shoved the check into her hand, and she shut her mouth sanely when she saw the numbers written on it.

Christian Byrne was a vagabond, and all Denmark knew about it.If he wrote down the list of his ex-girlfriends one by one, he could travel around Copenhagen, not to mention those endless affairs.Smart people don't struggle with money, and she's no fool.

Blaise read Edwin La's letter over and over twice, and was surprised to find that the original content of the letter was shortened to a few sentences in this letter. This letter is more like a message than a letter from home. .

really weird.

Before he took two steps, Daphne came to meet him.Usually, she would warmly come forward to have a word with Blaise, but today, she only took a quick glance at him, and with a wronged expression, she quickened her pace and passed him by.

Blaise was in a daze, unable to understand what was going on.

But the matter didn't end here, when he was about to send the written reply, Blaise bumped into Pansy outside the owl shack—she ran down the stairs without looking up at him with tears on her face up.

But she also held a piece of parchment in her hand, which was crumpled.Blaise's mood was strangely better: it seemed that he wasn't the only one whose family life was not going his way, at least he didn't get to the point where he started crying every time he read a letter from home.

Edwin pulled his eyes away from the bible-like diagnosis certificate: "How much time does he have?"

"It's hard to say." The therapist said tactfully, "It can be more than a year, or a few days, it's all possible."

Ethan had indeed contracted the blight, and an experienced healer said it might be a mutated version of the "Aztec virus," a dangerous disease once spread by the native Muggles of North America.St. Mungo's therapist tried his best to treat him but could only delay him for some time. Edwin La once planned to try to sneak into the Muggle hospital for treatment, but the St. Mungo's people told her that even Muggles could suffer from this disease. helpless.

"Is there no other way?" she asked with the last ray of hope.

"The Egyptian Ministry of Magic has sent people to research a cure for this disease," the healer told her businesslike, "unless they make some progress, otherwise..."

Edwin lowered his eyes: "I see. Thank you."

Sylvia walked into Sean's study with a paper agreement: "Sign it."

"Why?" Sean asked instinctively.But he is just a lagging dog to Sylvia now, he can only bark, but he is not afraid.Ignoring his questioning, she picked up the quill on the table and stuffed it into his hand.

Under her unusually strong action, Sean swallowed his breath and glanced at the agreement.However, to his surprise, in this agreement, Silvia actually asked him to distribute the inheritance equally to his two daughters.

"Yo," he couldn't help sarcastically, "have you changed your mind?"

"I met Mrs. Crabbe two days ago," Sylvia said without changing her face. "She told me about your ex-wife's life after the divorce."

Displeasure and embarrassment flashed across Sean's face.

"She's dead." Sylvia said every single word, her prickly gaze fixed on Sean's face. "Five years ago, in St. Mungo..."

"Shut up!" Sean stood up abruptly, "I don't want to know!"

"Don't you feel guilty when you dream back in the middle of the night? Don't you dream of her ghost?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes, "She just loves you so deeply that she is completely defenseless, so that she is caught by you You can't even find a way to make a living after being kicked out of your home."

"What are you afraid of?" Sean sneered, "You're not like her, you've left enough room for yourself!"

"It was because of her lessons learned that I came to my senses, otherwise I might be living and sleeping under a certain bridge now." Sylvia didn't flinch, "Sign, you don't have the right to bargain with me now."

Sean choked, and the friendship between the former lovers seemed to have completely dissipated.He grabbed the quill resentfully, and with all his strength, signed his name on the end of the parchment.Sylvia watched him vent his anger with cold eyes, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "In the future, you'd better stop those demonic thoughts, so that I can continue to act in front of people with you, otherwise don't blame me for taking your All those ugly things are shaken out one by one."

Sean's eyes froze.

"It is said that Mr. Crabbe has heard about the affair between his wife and Nott, and I don't know when he is going to explode." Sylvia threatened, "If you don't want your pornographic news to spread everywhere, you'd better Also be honest."