[HP] If youth has an ageless face

When Uriah handed Edwin's hand to Darren, she warned solemnly: "If you let me know that you treat her badly, I will definitely beat you with bare hands without a wand so that you don't know your name."

"I'm not going to let you have that chance," Darren responded with equal seriousness.

"Don't treat your brother-in-law like this?" Edwina looked at Uriah reproachfully, "Please, I'm just going to get married, not being taken away by him."

"Don't fall on his side in such a hurry, okay?"

After hearing these words, Darren showed a smug smile, which was exchanged for a glare from Uriah.

"It's such a strange feeling, you're actually married." Ulea murmured softly.Edwin pulled a smile, stretched out his hand to signal him to come over, and the brother and sister simply hugged each other.

"Take it easy, too." She jokingly said, "Most of your fans are girls, right?"

"Take her away, Darren, so she doesn't have to judge me here." Uriah waved her hand angrily, "Have fun!"

Darren leaned over and picked up Edwin's suitcase, and she took his arm.Uriah stood in front of the door and watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm into the bright July sunshine. He still remembered Edwina's appearance when she was a child, and she had become someone else's wife in a blink of an eye.

Ulea has never been a sensational person, but at this time he is a little sad.

"Look," he looked back at the photo of the Davises on the wall, "I've kind of sent this little nuisance away."

Darren and Uriah had already planned a grand wedding in private, but it was rejected by Edwin before the decision was made.

"I don't want a wedding."

"Why?" Yulia asked inexplicably, "It's only once in a lifetime, don't girls really want a dreamy memory?"

It was true that Edwina had always liked extravagance, but this time she was suddenly less enthusiastic.

"So I don't want to strain myself to perform for others." Finally, she explained to Uriah, "I just want a private memory of mine."

Uriah relayed her words back to Darren.Darren almost never took issue with what she said, so things settled down pretty smoothly: they picked a nice day to register with the Ministry of Magic, took a few pictures, had a meal at Davies' house, The only people present were Uriah and Silvia, and the wedding was considered to be over.

"This is good, simple but warm." Sylvia was a little surprised by her decision, but she quickly expressed her understanding, "You are so lucky. I can see that he likes you very much."

"Really?" They were together in Edwinra's room packing things for their honeymoon.

"He's all drunk." Sylvia curled her lips, "Zabini was actually drunk, would you believe such a thing?"

of course not.

"By the way, I'm leaving for France in a few days." Sylvia told her when she was about to leave, "So we won't see each other for a few months."

Edwin did not ask why Silvia left.If she had to say that the time spent hanging out with Signus brought her something, it would be calmness.At least now Sylvia looks like a clear-headed person who can make up her mind, instead of the muddle-headed fool who just wanted to attract others.

After sending Sylvia away, Edwina went to chat with the slightly drunk Ulea for a while.She didn't go to sleep in her room until midnight.

The stuff in the house hasn't diminished a lot.She only took the clothes she would wear during the honeymoon, and the rest are still here.Ulea said that she is welcome to come back anytime, and Darren has added a lot of things to her one after another in the past month.The two of them were busy making arrangements for matters big and small, but in the end she became the one who had the most leisure.

Even earlier, when she had signed at the Ministry of Magic, she hadn't been able to shake off the feeling of unreality.

I'm leaving here tomorrow.

Edwin stretched out her hand to look at the wedding ring on her left hand, and couldn't help but recall her first night at Davis Manor.

Time is the most mysterious thing, you can't keep it, and you can't drive it away.

"Where are we going?" Edwinra couldn't help asking after Darren mysteriously dragged her onto a Muggle train, and she looked at everything around her—people and things—with curiosity —She had never been in contact with Muggles before, and now she seemed to have come to the second world.

She thought of the pile of Muggle clothing stuffed in the trunk, and the faces of others when they boarded the train in their robes.

"A forest in the north of Wales." After closing the door of the box, Darren spread out the map and pointed it out to her. "I visited there once last year. The scenery is beautiful, and you will like it."

"Will we stay in Muggle hotels too?" She watched the people coming and going on the platform carefully through the car window.

"We will stay on the mountain tonight so that we can see the sunrise tomorrow. But we will indeed stay in a Muggle hotel after we go down the mountain and during the subsequent journey. I guess you will like this way of traveling."

"Yes."

"We'll have to change into Muggle clothes before we get out of the car, or it'll be too noticeable."

Edwina thought of the Muggle costumes that were stuffed in the suitcase, and couldn't help but feel excited: "I seem to like Muggles." She noticed that many people looked at her from the window.What is this doing?

Darren raised his hand and pulled down the curtain with a "swipe", which scared people inside and outside the car at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Edwin frowned displeased.

"They're all looking at you." Darren stared intently at the beautiful woman sitting across from him, and it was still hard for him to believe that she had really become his wife. "Sometimes I feel conflicted."

Edwin raised his eyebrows.

"I want people to know that I have such a beautiful wife, but at the same time I don't like them staring at you all the time." Darren said in an academic tone, "What do you think I should do?"

She sank into the back of the back lazily, and arrogantly put her feet on his knees: "Just get used to it, Mr. Zabini." She commanded arrogantly, "Massage my legs, after walking so far The road is exhausting me."

The robe slipped a little because of her actions, and Darren looked down at the high heels and slender ankles, and above that, the faintly visible legs under the cover of dark green satin.

Is this a temptation?

"Do you know what this behavior of yours is called, Mrs. Zabini?" he reminded.