[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Blaise did not attend Ethan's funeral.To be precise, he went, but did not appear in front of others.

He walked alone along the path in the cemetery, stopping every now and then to read the inscriptions on the tombstones.Among the dead, some are old and some are young; among the tombstones, some are clean and some are dusty.The cemetery is a place surrounded by horror stories, but also full of sorrow.Blaise found a bench and sat down. Not far away, there was the faint sound of someone reading a eulogy, accompanied by a few weeping.He knew that the tears at the funeral were not completely believable, and some people attended with other purposes, so the tears shed were naturally completely insincere... For example, the distant cousin, after learning that Ethan's inheritance would be entirely owned by Blaise After inheriting, she was furious, but she couldn't change the established fact.God knows if she will make a fuss today by taking advantage of the problem.

That's another reason Blaise doesn't want to show up -- he doesn't want to continue playing an awkward role, especially after his mother seems to have accepted the rose guy's marriage proposal.

Yes, she seems to accept it.Blaise was slightly dazed.They talked for a long time that day, and he didn't know the content of the conversation, but the man was obviously very happy when he left.Even though he didn't see her wearing an engagement ring, that didn't mean she rejected him.

Blaise thought of his previous stepfathers again—he still had a hazy impression of Haydn; he didn't remember Chatillon clearly, but he had a deep impression of Boulogne Castle.Joaquin was without a doubt his favorite stepdad, and they were pretty much best friends...but he broke Joaquin's heart, and even though he never accused him, Blaise felt sorry for what he did I know it well.

He didn't mean it, but the mistake was made.

Blaise raised his hand to wipe his eyes, at this moment a chuckle suddenly came——

"Why do you want to hide here and cry alone?"

"Pansy!" Blaise was taken aback, but it was indeed Pansy who came, and she raised a finger to signal him to silence:

"I sneaked out. If you let me be found, I will not spare you."

"How will you be here?"

"My parents came to his funeral and brought me with them." Pansy stared at him with interest. "Why are you crying?"

"Did everything go well at the funeral?" Blaise evaded.

"It's okay." Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, she threw out a big news, "Your mother cried several times."

Blaise turned his head abruptly—Adwina would cry?She didn't shed a single tear at Joaquin's funeral, but now Pansy says she cried very sadly at Ethan's funeral?

"It's unbelievable," he heard himself murmur.

"Maybe she's sad." Pansy glanced at him, "You don't understand women's minds."

"Say it as if you understand..." Blaise didn't believe that Edwin loved Ethan. Love was too vague for her. It is not necessary to go far to Egypt.Some say she married Ethan out of true love, others because he resembles Darren.She had been married so many times that Blaise wasn't even sure which one was due to interest and which one was voluntary. The truth probably only Edwin Rah himself knew.

"I understand how you feel." Pan Xi said from the side, "Don't look at yourself, you are not the only one who has had a miserable life."

There was obvious sarcasm in her tone, and Blaise blinked: "Why did you cry when you got the letter from home?"

Pansy was stunned for a moment. Blaise once thought she would become angry with embarrassment, but she just smiled and did not deny it: "Now is not the time to tell stories."

"Being idle now is also idle."

"We don't know each other that well, Blaise." She stood up, her brows frowned slightly, "I'm going back, see you at school."

She's weird sometimes.Blaise watched her leave: "Goodbye."

After the funeral, he found Edwina. As Pansy said, her face was wet from tears, and the corners of her eyes and nose were red.But her expression was impeccable, and it seemed that all the sad emotions had been blown away with the dirge.

Blaise didn't press.A few nights later, he went downstairs for a drink and was surprised to find Edwina sitting alone at the table.The candlelight was warm, but it made her look extremely solemn.

"We need to talk, Blaise," she said, her eyes fixed on the bottle of roses.

This scene instantly stung Blaise's sensitive nerves: "What are you talking about?"

Edwina seemed to have finally sensed his anger from his words, she turned her head and glanced at him, her tone was weak: "You don't seem to want to talk to me?"

"No." Blaise categorically denied, wondering whether her tears at the funeral were genuine or fake. "What do you have to say?"

She stared at him: "you hate me."

Blaise hated the way she saw it all—she couldn't!She can deceive those stupid men and use her beauty and charm to play around with them, but she can't see through her son's worries and troubles, nor can she understand his suffering and embarrassment.

"I just have nothing to say."

"Brace, we need to talk," she said softly, folding her hands. "Your father—"

"I'm sorry." Blaise interrupted her irritably, his patience was exhausted, "Which one are you referring to? Ethan? Jacques? Chatillon? Haydn? Matthew? Or..."

Darren?

Under Blaise's gaze, Edwin's face turned pale from his harsh words.A trace of pleasure mixed with regret flashed across his heart, like revenge that finally succeeded after going through hardships.The blow was not fatal, but it hurt deeply.

did you love himMaybe there is.Maybe you were once in love, but that was only once. 12 years have passed in a flash, how much is left of the original love?

"Are you going to get married again?"

Edwina's face was still embarrassed, but her eyes became sharper: "That's right."

"Okay. I see." Blaise nodded, "As long as you're happy...but don't mention my father again, okay?"

Edwina didn't say a word, probably out of anger.Blaise finished his cup of hot chocolate and said good night to her with feigned composure.

It doesn't matter.He comforted himself with self-deception.Anyway, she is not a good mother, so he does not have to be a good son.

Edwin lowered his eyes, remembering what Antonio said a few days ago——

"Have you heard the rumors about the Dark Lord? Some people say that he was not defeated, but hibernated, waiting for a chance to make a comeback."

"I've heard of it." She was recovering from a serious illness and was in a bad mood, so she just glanced lazily at the suitor, "Do you also believe these rumors?"

"Why don't I believe it?" Antonio moved closer, and she frowned and tried to avoid it, but he threw out a sentence that made people dare not think too much, "Didn't anything strange happen in Hogwarts?"

Strange thing?Of course there are.Although Blaise never said it in the letter, she learned from Sylvia that a troll had sneaked into the castle on Halloween, and that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor suddenly disappeared at the end of the term, and Harry Potter was unconscious in the infirmary for several days.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship at Hogwarts was cursed by the Dark Lord, wasn't it?"

"good."

"Then, if the Dark Lord has really disappeared, why does the curse still exist?" Seeming to see her panic, Antonio smiled deeper, "The only possibility is that he is not dead at all, but is lurking."

As if he was sure that she would agree, he took her hand and put a small box into her palm: "Supposing the Dark Lord returns, his primary purpose must be to dominate Britain and eliminate dissidents. At that time, I can protect You still have your son, the only condition is that you are my wife."

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This volume is the transitional part of Blaise's perspective [not referring to the strange mother-son game 233], the next chapter will jump to two years later