[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"I need your advice." That morning, Darren asked his opinion on something rare, "Which robe do you think is better?"

Ethan's eyes moved from the robe to Darren's face, and he found that Darren seemed a little nervous.

"Which one?" He looked at him earnestly, which surprised Ethan even more. You must know that the styles of robes of wizards are all similar, and his own aesthetic ability is also extremely unstable, but Darren's Expression, as if Ethan's suggestion is very important to him.

"Uh..." He pointed casually, "The one on the left."

"Okay." Darren immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

That's not the only weird thing.The relationship between the Zabini brothers is not very deep due to the age gap and too little time together, but today, Darren not only solemnly invited him to watch the Three Lions training with him, but also asked him to help him choose what to wear robe.

Does he want to improve the brotherhood?

Ethan was completely bewildered, and Darren offered no explanation.It wasn't until the two of them walked into the Quidditch pitch with DuPont and saw the group of players standing and chatting together and the girls surrounded by them that Ethan somewhat forgot about the strange things in the morning.

He couldn't take his eyes off the girl.He had noticed her from the moment he walked onto the Quidditch pitch, before Dupont had even spoken to her.From then on, he could never take his eyes off her.He didn't notice that the players were up in the air for practice, or that she had taken a seat in the stands next to Darren.Even though she had noticed him staring at her, he still couldn't control his eyes.

She looked at him curiously, and glanced at Darren from time to time, a little hesitant to speak.She was a slender girl with long brown braids, brown eyes, and a face so beautiful that no words could describe her.She was wearing a simple robe, but she exuded a domineering temperament. Ethan always hated arrogant people, but for some reason, he didn't dislike her arrogance at all.

"Is this your nephew, Monsieur Zabini?"

"No," Darren said, "he's my brother."

Ethan was very happy that he finally had the chance to speak to her in a fair manner. He felt that he should politely say hello, but he just said, "Are you a Veela?"

Her eyes widened: "What?"

"No nonsense, Ethan." Darren coughed, "That's impolite."

Ethan's face became hot, and he realized what he had just said.But she wasn't angry, she smiled happily, which made him fall into a kind of bewilderment: "You are a funny kid."

At this time, Dupont got up and went to the bathroom, and there were only three of them left in the stands.

"Edwinla." After a long silence, Darren suddenly called out in a low voice.Ethan was startled, and blinked slowly, never expecting that they knew each other.

Her beautiful eyebrows were twisted together, revealing a bit of anger: "Do you know I'm here?"

Darren didn't speak yet, but looked at him with a smile.Maybe the players who were busy training couldn't see clearly, but Ethan, who was sitting by the side, clearly saw Darren grabbing her hand through the cover of the sleeve of his robe. She didn't struggle or resist, but raised her eyes in the same way. Looking back at him quietly, gradually, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

Unable to tell what it was like, Ethan looked away silently.Not knowing what Darren said, she chuckled lowly, and then he laughed too, and continued a few more words.

Ethan vaguely realizes that their relationship should be kept secret, because after DuPont went and returned, the two quickly returned to normal, as if they were just unfamiliar strangers.Ethan wasn't sure whether Dupont had seen through their performance, but as an insider, he suddenly felt that there were loopholes in their every move and smile.

They walked to the exit of the court together after practice. She stayed and waited for her brother. Darren called Ethan, "Let's go." Then he looked at her again. "See you later, then."

"Goodbye." She smiled softly at Darren, and her eyes fell on Ethan's face again, "Nice to meet you."

"I'm glad to see you too." Ethan said hastily, and after walking a few steps, he looked back, only to find that the door was empty.

"You will get to know each other formally soon." Darren was not the only one who was staring longingly at where she had just stood, with a rare pleasant smile, "Do you like her?"

Ethan's lips moved, and he looked up at Darren: "Your girlfriend?"

"It will be your sister-in-law soon." Darren grinned and rubbed his hair affectionately. "In a year or two... wait for her to graduate."

……

dark.

asphyxia.

soot.

He opened his eyes, letting in a sliver of pale moonlight as the curtains leaked a crack.Ethan coughed and struggled to sit up, but couldn't move because of a heavy exhaustion.

He turned his head to the other side, the door of the ward was closed, and there was a golden rattle on the bedside table.He reluctantly stretched out his hand to call someone, but accidentally knocked the rattle to the ground.

The loud noise was especially harsh in the dark night.Soon, the door opened and a therapist walked in.Ethan wanted to speak to him, but after opening his mouth, only a series of hoarse syllables came out of his throat.The therapist leaned over to stare at Ethan's face, raised his wand and muttered a spell in a low voice. After a series of examinations, he asked, "What do you think, Mr. Zabini?"

Ethan couldn't give any answer.

"If you think it's okay, turn your eyes to the left, otherwise, turn your eyes to the right." When he saw Ethan's eyes turn to the left, the therapist took a deep breath, without showing any abnormality on his face, and he took it from the pocket of his robe. He took out a bottle of potion, dropped a few drops into the water, and asked Ethan to drink it, "Please wait a moment."

He turned and left.Ethan slowly closed his eyes, it was strange, he dreamed about the first time he saw Edwinra... What does it mean, is death approaching?Is this the last tender memory?

"Ethan."

He thought he was dreaming.

"Ed..." Although his voice was still hoarse, with the help of the potion, he could speak temporarily, "Edwinla."

She walked to the bed and looked down at him without saying a word.

"Am I going to die?" he asked in a low voice.

"You shouldn't be going to Egypt."

He smiled slightly, without fear or panic: "It's too late to say these now."

"Is there anything else you want to do?" She stared at him, and Ethan tried to find a trace of sadness in her eyes, but there was nothing, "Or something to say?"

It didn't surprise him, she was used to death, especially from people close to her.Perhaps her tears had been exhausted many years ago, and besides, he was never her ideal husband.

"No." He shook his head, "At this point, I don't have any other ideas."

Edwin did not speak.The two looked at each other in silence.He didn't lie, he said what he should say a long time ago, and there is no need to mention the rest when he is dying.

"I don't regret marrying you." After thinking about it, Ethan looked at her and smiled slightly, but he still couldn't help himself. "But if I do it all over again, I will make a different choice."

She was still expressionless: "You still regret it."

"No." He corrected, "but you're right—some people, some things, can't be forced. To me, you are a moonlight that is out of reach. You can never get it, but you can't let it go. "

Her expression finally cracked a little.

At this time, Ethan suddenly arched his back, his chest shook violently, and then coughed violently.Edwin called out to the healer, stepping forward to support his back.After a while, he suddenly stopped coughing, and when he opened his hand, Edwina was horrified to find that his palm was stained with coughed up blood.

"Let's go." Ethan sighed, "After all, I have that kind of disease, and you will inevitably risk being infected if you come into contact with me."

When the words fell, his eyelashes trembled, and then he suddenly fell into a coma.

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