[HP] If youth has an ageless face

A brief encounter at the Ministry in the summer of [-] had torn away the veil that Fudge had so hard to wear.

Voldemort is resurrected.

Standing in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic with a gray face, he admitted this fact to reporters and cameras.Behind him, countless paper airplanes used to convey messages within the Ministry of Magic flew back and forth, with the impeachment of the minister written all over them.

The day after Fudge's public speech, Edwinra went to the Ministry of Magic in person to request an extension of Antonio's sentence—this time she brought ample evidence that the former Bulgarian ambassador had had an affair with the Death Eaters. Visible light deals.

"Schwartz is not a good person either!" Fudge, who had been on the brink of collapse for several days, finally couldn't bear it any longer. "If Stoyanlov is tried again, Schwartz's reputation will also be discredited. Is this what you want?"

"The man is gone, even if Antonio is sentenced to kiss the dementor, it's useless. I just feel wronged for Haydn. So many people have contacts with Death Eaters, but he took his life because of it. Do you think it's a coincidence? Coincidence?" Edwin raised his eyes to look at Fudge, he trembled unconsciously, "In fact, there is a truth you should also understand: everything happens for a reason, and no one can escape Merlin's ruling."

Edwina made no secret of her going to the Ministry of Magic.The speaker has no intention of the listener, Blaise hesitated for a few days, and finally made up his mind——

"Bail?" Scrimgeour stared at him as if he had heard a fantasy, "You want Byrne to be released on bail?"

"Is it not possible?" Blaise asked, "I remember that the trial result did not say that he could not be released on bail?"

"Not really, but bailing a man is no joke, lad."

Blaise's expression remained unchanged: "Money is not a problem."

"Is this Mrs. Zabini's meaning, or yours?" Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully.The wealth held by the Zabini mother and son is a mystery.Scrimgeour didn't care how much money the mother and child had, he only knew that the boy in front of him made a very difficult request——

As a guardian, Edwin La has the right to manage and dispose of all property under the name of Blaise.However, as the owner of these properties, Blaise can also decide where they go.In such a contradictory situation, Blaise actually proposed to release a father-killer on bail. Scrimgeour felt a headache and began to wonder if Blaise's brain was wrong.

"It's both," Blaise replied. "I'm doing for her something that she thought about but didn't do."

"You are not yet of age." Scrimgeour said in the tone of talking to a child, "You'd better not make a decision on this matter in private, otherwise you and I will not be able to afford the consequences. Although the bail money is not sky-high, but... ..."

"I'm not confused, Mr. Scrimgeour. I know my mother won't object to my decision." Blaise was not prepared to fail, "I'm not a child, I know what I'm doing."

"This is not a child's problem..." Scrimgeour frowned impatiently and was about to find an excuse to send him away. Seeing this, Blaise shook his head:

"Mr. Fudge will step down soon, right?" He looked at Scrimgeour. "I don't know who the next minister will be. With such a turbulent situation, I'm really worried whether he can hold an important position." Convince the public."

Scrimgeour was at a loss for words.

"Gringotts will transfer the bail money to the Ministry of Magic." Seeing that the goal was achieved, Blaise smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Scrimgeour."

Two days later, a person came to Azkaban by boat and walked to Antonio's cell under the guidance of the jailer.

The man tore off his hood, and it turned out to be Meyer who was quite emaciated.If you only look at the appearance, her situation does not seem to be much better than Antonio.

The two looked at each other across the fence, speechless for a moment.

After a while, Meyer spoke with difficulty: "They are going to interrogate you again."

Antonio may not have heard the news, but his judgment is still there.From these few words of Meyer, he seemed to understand something.He lowered his eyes in silence, somewhat resigned to his fate: "Let them go."

"I could try—"

"No need, it's no good to make a fuss until the end. Let's stop here. Anyone who is too close to Mrs. Zabini will end well. It's an odd number for me to survive." Antonio thought for a moment and interrupted her , he looked up at her, and couldn't help sighing, "I won't confess to you."

Meyer's tears slowly stopped when he mentioned Adwinla, and now she raised her hand to wipe the water marks on her face, and sneered: "Do you believe in the curse of that black widow?"

"I believe in fate."

The two were speechless again.Meyer seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally slowly stretched his left hand, which had been tucked into his sleeve, into the fence: "Then... this may be what you want."

Antonio took it. It was a small glass bottle filled with a transparent liquid. There were still a little sweat stains on the bottle and the temperature of Meyer's palm.

Meyer dared not look directly at him, staring at the gray wall.Antonio felt that this was extremely ironic, he slowly clenched the bottle in his hand, and suddenly wanted to laugh again.

"Okay," he said, "I see what you mean."

What happened later was read by Edwin La in the newspaper the next day: Antonio committed suicide in prison.

What's wrong here?

Before she could think about it, Blaise had already called downstairs, "I've brought you a guest."

guest?Edwina was deeply confused, and her first reaction was Sylvia, and then she laughed at herself. After the unhappy conversation a year ago, they never contacted each other again.

Could it be Jacob?He came to England?She hurried downstairs, but stopped when she saw someone coming: "Is it you?"

"I bailed him out of Azkaban." Blaise explained from the side, "It cost you a lot of money, sorry."

No one was listening to him—Christian stared at Edwina raptly. It had only been a few months since she had seen her, and she had a sense of fading away for no reason.At first he didn't understand where her change was, but later he found that it was due to her gentler demeanor and temperament.

"Talk slowly." Blaise thought he had an excuse and wanted to leave, "I'll go first—"

"Aren't you here to entertain the guests?" Edwina called him unexpectedly, and she smiled apologetically at Christian, "This child is not sensible, so I made you laugh."

Since Christian was at a loss for such a strange tone, it also made Blaise wonder if he had done something wrong.He invited the somewhat dazed Christian into the reception room, brought him tea, and then went to Edwina.

"Since you are a guest, you should treat him well."

"I thought... I thought..." After all, Blaise was a boy who was about to grow up, and he didn't know how to talk to his mother about it for a while.As if aware of his embarrassment, Edwin raised his head and glanced at him:

"It's just a matter of love, just acting on the spot."

"You...won't you see him?"

He waited for a long time without waiting for an answer.

Blaise had nothing to say, he bit the bullet and went back to Christian, making up an excuse to try to get away.But Christian made a request: "Can I see her?"

"Okay," Blaise said, "but she might not want to..."

"It's ok."

Blaise couldn't say no.He led Christian to the door of Edwina, then left the conversation space for the two, and walked to the terrace at the end of the corridor to watch the scenery.

"Edwina." He didn't expect any reaction from her, "I don't know why you don't want to see me, but..." He was at a loss for words, and after a long pause, he reluctantly said, "Thank you."

There was silence.Christian smiled helplessly, turned and walked towards the terrace.

Blaise, who was overlooking the garden, seemed surprised to see him come so soon.

"Where did the unicorn go?"

"Given to Unicorn Conservation," Blaise replied. "It shouldn't be kept in a garden."

Now the garden of the Zabini Manor is very delicately cared for, and it can be seen that someone has taken care of it.

"My mother is learning gardening recently. She has gradually faded out of the social circle in the past few months, because of the Dark Lord...some people have already started to stand in line." Seeing that he was also looking at the garden, Blaise explained, "Don't worry , she didn't mean to target you."

"I understand." Christian felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, "Then I will take my leave first. I will give you the bail money as soon as possible, but I have to wait until I return to Denmark—"

"Don't be so anxious." Blaise said to stay, "You might as well stay overnight, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow." He said the reason openly, "After all, Azkaban is too unfriendly. Take a good rest."