[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Tracey—Tracy—"

The mother chased after him from a distance, but was stopped by the father.She struggled to get close to her mother, but the captain mercilessly carried her onto the strange ship.

"mom--"

"Tracey! My daughter!"

She cried and screamed and struggled, but she could only watch helplessly as the crew raised their sails and watched the pier recede.

……

Edwina sat up abruptly from the bed, gasping for breath, and there was pain deep in her throat, as if she was really calling out to someone hoarsely just now.

Her father stood on the pier in his hometown, and in his arms was her mother who cried until she fainted.Their figures are getting smaller and smaller, almost invisible.But she saw his lips opening and closing, he was saying: I'm sorry.

The image boomed in her mind, making her heart pound.

Edwina pulled back the sweat-soaked silk sheets that wrapped her body before remembering where she was.

She opened her eyes wide and looked around the darkened room.After being dazed for a while, he jumped out of bed, grabbed the dressing gown at the end of the bed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

It was just a nightmare.

She poured herself a glass of water, drank it all, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Edwin was staring at the peaceful night outside the window, when someone walked into the kitchen.

"It's you." Constance breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her, "I thought it was Uriah who came to steal snacks again."

"I'll have a glass of water."

"What's wrong with your throat? Have a cold?" Seeing that she didn't refute, Constance stood on tiptoe and rummaged in the upper cabinet for a while, then handed her a bottle of potion, "Isn't it a nightmare? ?” She scrutinized her expression carefully and said half-jokingly.

"Indeed." Edwina unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the cold potion, "Why are you still awake so late?"

"I am reading."

Edwin pulled a smile of "as expected".Constance turned and leaned against the stove and asked, "Don't laugh at me. What about you? Which college do you want to be sorted into?"

"Hufflepuff, of course," she replied crisply. "I don't want to be a bookworm."

"Tch!" Constance sneered, crossing her arms. "You'll soon learn that Hufflepuffs aren't as easy as you think."

"Uriah—"

"Don't listen to his bragging," Constance sneered at her brother. "He's been flying since he got on the Quidditch team, and he never tells you how hard the lessons and homework are, does he?"

Edwin La shrugged his shoulders: "It's great to be in the team."

"Well, say what you want," Constance said without arguing with her. "We'll know the answer in a month's time."

But no one expected that she would be sorted into Slytherin.

Edwina returned the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall with a face full of astonishment.Constance didn't seem too surprised, while Uriah, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, looked like her jaw would drop in shock.

She sat down at the long Slytherin table helplessly, unable to figure out why.

"Would you like some goulash?" asked the boy who sat next to her when the party began.

"No, thank you." Edwina stared sullenly at the empty plate in front of him, so he inadvertently ignored the gazes around him.

The boy came home in a hurry, and the people around him were silent for a while, only the slight sound of tableware clashing.

There were very few girls who were sorted into Slytherin this year, except for Edwin La, there was only one girl named Sylvia, and they became roommates without any suspense.

"Do you like it here?" Sylvia asked impatiently as soon as the female prefect left their dormitory.

"pretty good."

"I wish I could hurry up and get to know more people." She asked persistently as if she didn't notice Edwin's perfunctory, "But none of your brothers and sisters belong to Slytherin?"

Edwin didn't know how she knew she had older brothers and sisters, but this kind of thing was not a secret at all: "Yeah."

Sylvia rolled her eyes: "Look, there are only two girls in Slytherin, you and me. In that case, are we considered friends?"

"what?"

"Isn't it?" Sylvia asked confidently.

"Uh..." Edwina looked at her blankly, and replied vaguely, "Probably."

She raised her eyebrows: "Probably? It's okay, we'll get to know each other soon. By the way, you're really pretty."

Edwina had no choice but to respond with an embarrassed smile, while turning around to pack his luggage.

"What I said is true. Didn't you see the way the boys at the table looked at you today?" Sylvia babbled, "Oh, you probably didn't realize that one of them still wanted to strike up a conversation with you Are you coming?"

"Hit?" Edwina immediately recalled the boy who asked her if she wanted beef stew. She laughed dumbfounded. "We are only 11 years old. It may be too early to say this."

"What's the difference between being 11 years old? Don't so many people get married as soon as they graduate?" Sylvia said disdainfully, "As beautiful as you are, you should take good care of it and choose the best one among them."

I don't know if it's because of her tone or because of this topic, but Sylvia's words made Edwina feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm going to take a shower first." She pretended not to hear her, picked up her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

After the sound of rushing water sounded in the bathroom, Sylvia made a face at the door of the bathroom: "Pretentious!"

"You were sorted into Slytherin for a reason." The next day Constance found Edwina in between classes and led her to the library, "Look, at least half of our ancestors were It's from Slytherin. The Sorting Hat must have sensed your bloodline." She certainly came to a conclusion.

Uriah stood beside her with a hesitant expression on her face, and Constance naturally noticed, "What's your opinion?"

"No, no." Ulea quickly denied, "Did you enjoy the first day of school?"

"It's not bad." Edwin thought for a while, "I made a... friend."

"friend?"

"It's my roommate. There are only two girls in Slytherin this year." Edwina said hesitantly, "She seems to be pretty good, but... a bit talkative."

More than a little too much.Sylvia didn't miss any chance to strike up a conversation with other people. Edwina stayed by her side all morning, and was already a little dizzy from her noise.

"Don't worry. If you feel that you can't go on talking with her, you can find someone else to play with." Constance didn't take it seriously. "Our family is a neutral family, and no one will bully you because of that."

"I'm not worrying about that."

"Then don't think too much about it." Uriah suggested, "Our academy will have Quidditch training the afternoon after tomorrow, do you want to come and see it?"

"Of course!" Constance said firmly. She turned around and told Edwina, "Their captain and I are in the same class, and they will graduate next summer. Now Ulea is eyeing the vacated captain position. Woolen cloth."

"Hush!" Uriah turned pale in shock, "You promised to keep it a secret for me!"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't Edwina the only one here?"

"You're not afraid that your classmates will hear it, are you?" Edwina guessed shrewdly, but Uriah really blushed:

"I'm not planning to kill them by surprise."