[HP] If youth has an ageless face

[Dear Blaise Zabini:

My name is Jacob Davis.You may not have heard my name, but if I'm not mistaken, I should be your cousin.We have never met before, and I dare to write this letter to you to prove some things.It's about you, it's about me.

To be precise, this series of things should be closely connected with you and my parents.But I am worried that if this letter is sent to your mother, it will be intercepted by someone with a heart, so I have no choice but to contact you first, at least the school is always a relatively safe place...]

The owl, exhausted from the long journey, flew away to rest. The students around were all reading their letters, unpacking packages or flipping through newspapers, but no one noticed his movements.Blaise's heart was pounding, and he quickly folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket: "Uh... I seem to have forgotten to bring something for the divination class."

Regardless of the surprised eyes of his friends, he left his unfinished breakfast and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium.Lisa Dupin stopped him halfway: "Brace, don't forget that we are going to Hogsmeade together this weekend."

"Okay, I see." Blaise wanted to read the letter in a deserted place, but Lisa kept pestering him:

"May we go to Madame Puddife's Tea House?"

"I listen to you."

"Or the Shrieking Shack? You pick one..."

"Lisa, I'm really busy right now. Let's talk about it later." Blaise interrupted the girl rudely, ignoring the expression on Lisa's face as if he had been greatly wronged, and rushed towards the Slytherin dormitory go.

He slammed the door shut and carefully locked it.Then he walked to his bed and sat down, unfolding the letter.

As the reading progressed, his eyebrows gradually knit together.When he put down the letter, Blaise's mood was no longer the initial excitement.

He did have an uncle named Uriah who left England many years ago and lost contact with Edwinra soon after.Blaise knew that Uriah had led the Irish national team to win the World Cup, and Hogwarts also had his glorious record as the captain of Hufflepuff.But after leaving England, his name seemed to have disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people, and was never mentioned again...

So, how much of this letter is real and how much is fake?He's not sure.He needs to know more details.

Lisa chattered about all kinds of gossip about Ravenclaw House, and Blaise listened patiently.He didn't interrupt her until the tea in front of him ran out, "Can you do me a favor, Lisa?"

"S-of course!" Meeting Blaise's eyes, she blushed and stammered like every other easily swooning girl.

"I want to buy my mom a present... so, do you know where I can find a two-way mirror?"

"Double-sided mirror?" Lisa pondered for a moment, "We can try our luck at the Devis and Bans stores. I heard that they sometimes sell some rare magic tools."

"Going right now?"

Nobody can say no to Blaise Zabini.Lisa obediently followed him out of Madame Puddife's teahouse.The two walked toward the store side by side, Lisa thinking about how to liven up the atmosphere.She managed to spark a few conversations, and Blaise responded.But for some reason, Lisa always felt that there was something missing between them.

"Pansy?"

Instead, she sensitively heard Blaise call another girl's name.

Pansy Parkinson was talking to the boss. Seeing them coming, she nodded briefly, then walked around the two of them empty-handed.

"Did she come alone?" Lisa couldn't help asking curiously, "I thought she was dating Goldstein before..."

"I don't know." Blaise turned to the owner, "Do you sell double-sided mirrors here?"

Fortunately, there is.

"Just this one pair. I don't know when I will have a double-sided mirror next time. The lady just wanted to find another kind of mirror, but she was disappointed." The boss muttered to himself, "Mirror... The most mysterious magic tool... Do you want to take it as a gift? A very personal choice."

"Would your mother like double-sided mirrors?" Lisa asked with a smile. "I thought she would be more into jewelry or something."

His eyebrows moved slightly, Blaise hid the fleeting displeasure just now: "She has no shortage of people who give her jewelry."

Lisa looked at him eagerly: "Then what gift will you give your girlfriend in the future?"

"See if she likes it." As if he didn't understand her hint, Blaise suggested with a smile, "How about a cup of butter beer? It's really cold outside."

As a result, he found a reason to leave before the butter beer was finished.Lisa sighed and watched his figure disappear at the end of the crowd in disappointment.Then she turned around, shrugged and grimaced at her friends who were sneaking around and peeping not far away.

Looks like she's not the lucky girl who can handle Blaise Zabini.Lisa now knew what was missing between them: a spark.

Typically, Blaise would not end a date so hastily.But today, he has something important to do.

Blaise hurried into the post office, put one side of the double-sided mirror into a paper bag with the already written reply, and then wrote another note:

[Jacob, if you would like to talk to me face to face, please use the mirror that comes with this letter. 】

"Sent to Canada." He said the address, then handed the item to the post office staff, watched as they routinely inspected it, sealed the paper bag, and affixed a label.

How much can he ask?Blaise was anxious.Some mysterious premonition told him that he would learn more than he expected.

The author has something to say:

This chapter takes place near the end of Brace's third year.

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The glamorous young woman lost her husband repeatedly, and the former married couple turned against each other. Is this the loss of morality, or the annihilation of human nature?

Why do strange things happen frequently in the centuries-old castle? Is it a serial murder, or a love-hate dilemma?

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Who is behind the scenes, who will be whitewashed, and who will be blackened?

Everything is in the BBC's annual blockbuster "Detective Brace"!

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Basically, everyone with a head, a face, a name and a surname will be dragged out and slipped away