[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Hey, Blaise," Draco Malfoy pursued, "are you really not coming?"

"No." Blaise politely declined, "I may have a cold, you guys have fun."

"Okay." Fortunately, Malfoy is not a thoughtful person, otherwise such a poor excuse would not have caught him.After dismissing the extra people, Blaise got up and locked the bedroom door, then crawled back to his bed and drew the curtains.With the two-way mirror in his hand, Blaise glanced at the watch beside the pillow, tried his best to suppress his excitement and uneasiness, and waited for his arrival.

What time is it in Canada now?It's almost ten o'clock.Blaise was slightly dazed.What kind of country is that?In his imagination, there should be a long winter, and there will always be heavy snow... Will they have a continuous rainy season?Will there be a skyline after dark clouds?there will be—

"Is that you, Blaise?"

He suddenly came back to his senses, almost trembling and raised the double-sided mirror: "Jacob?"

A face gradually appeared on the mirror, and the two boys looked at each other silently but with different thoughts.Jacob was three years older than Brace, and he also had slightly curly brown hair, and a restrained, not very bright smile - which made Brace feel a sense of intimacy, and they actually had quite a lot in common.

"Hello." Jacob broke the silence first, "Is it convenient for you to talk?"

"It's convenient. I'm in the dormitory." Blaise quickly explained, "Everyone else has gone to the party."

"Yeah... the school year is coming to an end." Jacob was also looking at him, "You're going to be in fourth grade soon, aren't you?"

"Right." Blaise asked back. "You're graduating in a year, aren't you?"

"Hmm." The two were silent for another moment, and then Jacob smiled, "Can I get straight to the point?"

"Please say."

Just as the lives of Edwinra and Uriah no longer overlap after the separation, Edwinra seems to be just an insignificant role in Jacob's story.

"...after they divorced, my mother left with my sister, and I stayed with my father. They wrote to me occasionally, but I never knew what happened to them."

"But... what does this story have to do with my mother?"

Jacob's eyes were sharp: "All the letters you and my parents wrote to each other were intercepted by my mother and destroyed before she left home. This is also an important reason why they lost contact."

"Why did your mother prevent them from continuing their correspondence?"

"On the surface, she seemed suspicious that my dad had something to do with your mom. She asked my dad more than once during arguments if he was still thinking about his 'fake sister'."

Blaise was dumbfounded: "But they are related by blood! Although they are not brothers and sisters."

"I know, that's why I said it's an 'ostensible' reason. But it may also be true, after all, women's jealousy is always terrible."

"I can understand that she intercepted my mother's letter, but how did she prevent your father from sending it?"

"She must have managed to get the letter back in the first place. I really don't know how. It's been years and I can't find anything. But then, for some reason, my dad suddenly Never mention your mother again."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that he chose not to contact her." Jacob said, "He never mentioned her name in these years, and I almost forgot that I have relatives in the UK."

"Did your mother say something to him?"

"I suspect she made him believe something. My dad has a very bad temper now, and considering his health, I can't keep pressing him." Jacob looked ashamed, "I'm sorry, I actually Don't know much."

"You are different from what I imagined." After a moment of silence, Blaise couldn't help but said, "I thought you would be a very lively person."

"really? Why?"

"intuition."

Maybe it's because Edwinra mentions Uriah occasionally?In her mouth, he is like a little sun shining light all the time, no amount of dark clouds can only make him depressed for a while, and the next second he will still suddenly appear full of vigor.But Jacob was much quieter.Of course, maybe he wasn't such a person in the first place, life forced him...

"But," said Jacob, "you're exactly what I imagined."

"Oh?"

"I guess your personality should be very similar to your mother, at least my father thinks so." Jacob smiled knowingly at the other end of the mirror, "After you were born, he was the first therapist besides St. Mungo someone who hugs you."

Blaise was taken aback: "Then have you seen my mother?"

"I even met you, Blaise, even though you were just a baby who ate and slept." Jacob's smile froze slightly, "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now."

"No, of course it will," Blaise said eagerly, trying to piece the pieces together. "Listen, I think I could try to do some research. But can you guys come to England?"

Jacob's eyebrows were deeply knit together: "My father doesn't want to go back to England."

"why?"

"I don't know. Have I said 'don't know' too many times? I wouldn't have even thought of contacting you guys if I hadn't found a little scrap of paper two years ago when my mother was burning letters." Looking at Blaise, "I offered to move back to the UK, but he threw a fit. I tried to find out what happened, but he never said anything."

Adults always feel that children do not understand what is bothering them.

"You will be free to move around after graduation next year?"

"Yes. But he won't allow me to go to England." Jacob paused for a moment, then added reluctantly, "It's impossible for me to leave him alone."

"I know..." Blaise pondered for a while, "Let's continue the investigation separately, and then decide what to do next?"

"Why do I feel like the two of us are like two detectives!"

"detective?"

Jacob raised his eyebrows: "A Muggle word."

"You know Muggles?"

"I study them." Jacob seemed to see through his surprise, "I will educate you more about Muggles when I have a chance in the future... All in all, let's talk about it after the dust settles."