[HP] If youth has an ageless face

There were many people in the living room, noisy, chattering, and faint sobbing.She didn't know who was crying and didn't care.She didn't know most of the people who came, except that the loudest of them was Darren's cousin, with whom the Zabini brothers had lived for the past few years.

She closed her eyes, and the fragmented noise outside came to her ears intermittently. It was only a few hours since she received the letter, but the world had changed.

Sylvia and Uriah accompanied her.Sylvia originally said that she should not stay as an outsider on such an occasion, but Edwin pulled her back.She felt like she needed to be surrounded by people to feel... safe.

Yulia looked at her worriedly, and stood up uncontrollably after a while: "I'll make them quiet—"

She waved her hand to tell him not to confront Darren's relatives, but the door was pushed open.Keira shook her head and raised her chin at Edwin: "They want to see you."

"I'm going to talk to them." Uriah forcefully stopped her from getting up, "You rest here."

"Let me go." She knew what they were going to talk about, she couldn't avoid it, she had to come forward in person.

"Then I will accompany you."

This time she didn't refuse.Edwin's mind was messed up, she couldn't think at all.Uriah could at least help her make up her mind and make her less alone.

"You're here." Darren's cousin looked at her proudly, and put a hand on Ethan's shoulder, "It's like this—although it's a bit urgent, but in order to avoid long nights and dreams, we have to put Darren's Arrange things later."

Yulea let out a dissatisfied hiss, and Edwin pulled his arm tightly to prevent him from conflicting with them: "You say."

"Maybe Darren didn't have time to explain to you, but according to the rules of the Zabini family, family property is only allowed to be inherited by members of the family." The other party's sharp tone was like a broken violin, "Therefore, Ethan is currently The manor, and the heir to all of Darren's property."

Ulea scratched her shoulder: "So, as his widow, my sister gets nothing?"

"Could it be that your sister married him for money?" The other party asked contemptuously, and continued in one breath, "Ethan can't delay too long, he has to go back to Hogwarts to go to school. So if you don't mind , please pack your luggage as soon as possible—”

"You're going to drive his wife out of their home before Darren's bones are cold?"

"It's not their home anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, our family has its own way of doing things." The cousin sneered, "After death, please be considerate."

She had 1 reasons to be angry, but at this moment she was distracted thinking: What would Darren say if he found out?

"I do have a new understanding of your family members now." Ulea did not expect the other party to have such an attitude at all.

"There's nothing you can do about it. Who made your sister and my nephew marry for four years without having a child?" She sighed regretfully, "It's fate, there's nothing you can do about it."

"Okay." Ulea sneered, "Then we have no choice but to be polite. I don't believe the Ministry of Magic will allow your inhuman..."

"Forget it." Edwina interrupted him, she couldn't see what this meaningless dispute could bring them, "I'm going to pack my luggage, you wait here for me—soon."

Ulea stopped her, with astonishment hidden in her eyes: "You can't..."

"I don't want his property." She wearily avoided her brother's eyes, turning the wedding ring on her finger again and again, "He's dead, that's all."

To die means to never come back.That being the case, what's the point of her wanting these things?

"Wait a minute, there is one more thing." The woman didn't intend to easily bypass her, "Darren needs to be buried in the Zabini family's ancestral grave, so please write to urge the Ministry of Magic to return his coffin as soon as possible. "

"Now you're treating her as Darren's wife again!"

"No." Edwinla flatly refused. She turned to look at Darren's cousin, "He would be willing to be buried in Norway."

Darren loves adventure, herbs and forests, what's the point of a cold cemetery?He neither advocates pure blood nor cares about the so-called family inheritance.Given Darren's choice, she's sure he'd like to stay in a place that smells of herbs.

"This is the rule—"

"Now I'm talking about the law with you." Edwin's eyes focused on her face, sharper than a dagger, "As Darren's legal wife, I decided to bury him in the area where he died. In the forest. I'll write to the Ministry shortly to inform the Ministry of my decision."

After saying that, she turned and went upstairs regardless of the surprised or angry eyes of all Zabini's relatives.

Upstairs was the same as when she got up, and when she opened her eyes and got up, Darren was still alive... She looked around the bedroom, and it took only two spells to pack her luggage.She didn't move other things, so as not to argue with her again from the mean and mean cousin.However, Edwinla still wanted to take away something that could commemorate Darren...

"Can I take this with me?" She came downstairs with a thick notebook in her hand that Darren had used since he was a student, in which he listed all his inspirations and thoughts about herbalism.

"No." His cousin said as expected, "Everything here belongs to Ethan."

"Then do you need to open the suitcase?" Ulea finally got angry. He couldn't bear it and took the suitcase from her hand and threw it on the ground. A loud noise seemed to calm everyone in the room. Take nothing away. Let Darren's spirit in heaven see how you treat Edwinla! You should keep all these things—keep the heart to commemorate the harsh and despicable villain under the skin of your great family! "

His voice even drew Sylvia and Kayla.

"You guys are really united." Sylvia laughed crisply in the silence, "Let's go."

Edwin pulled up to Ethan.He kept his head down to avoid looking at them just now, as if he didn't hear those words at all.Now he looked up at her, his eyes a little red.

"Keep it." She handed him the notebook, stroking Darren's name engraved on the cover with her fingers for the last time, "Your brother doesn't have any hobbies, he just likes these things."

She sighed.What's the use of saying this now?