[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Her marriage to Darren made her a surprise in the British social circle; her marriage to Matthew gave her a mysterious and dangerous nickname.But, as all biographers and fans admit, Edwin Rah's beauty would not have reached the height of fame without Haydn.

The decade from 1982 to 1992 is known as the "Era of Mrs. Zabini". Before Harry Potter entered Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic did not publicly acknowledge the return of the Dark Lord, Edwin La was well-deserved in the wizarding world. star.Her reputation has already spread to Europe, the United States, East Asia and even Australia.People imitate her clothes, makeup, every move, fans frantically search her whereabouts hoping to run into her at a resort somewhere, and writers use their imagination to write article after article, true or false, to pull magazines Sales—no matter what it is, as long as it can be directly related to her, it can become hot immediately.

This crazy pursuit originated from an art exhibition held in Paris, France in 1982.

There is only one protagonist in those paintings: Madame Edwina Zabini.

Initially, the French showed no obvious interest in the exhibition.As the birthplace of the Rococo style, the portraits collected in France mostly reflect the extravagant court style. The French think that they have seen all the colorful clothes and beauties in the world, so they don’t think that this British painter can give them Bring surprises.

But they really haven't seen a woman who can outshine the stars.

Yep, she's not traditionally blonde.But just as the Muggles claimed that the Mona Lisa was magical, everyone who went to the exhibition felt that the woman in the painting was also magical.They just took a few more glances, and they had the urge to meet her, to read all the information about her, to keep the portrait for themselves, and even had the illusion of falling in love at first sight.

"Who is she?" On the last day of the exhibition, all visitors were declined, and it was only open to VIPs.

"You mean—"

"She's not English, is she?"

"Yes. It is said that she is from Brazil and was adopted by the Davis family." The manager of the art exhibition observed her words, "Do you like these paintings?"

"Schwartz is nearly forty years old, and has two shady marriages. It's a waste of money—how did her first two husbands die?"

"It's all accidental."

"It's a pity. Having such a beautiful wife is not a blessing... Do you think Schwartz will also die unexpectedly?"

The manager laughed twice, but didn't answer.

"How much do these paintings cost?"

"They are for exhibition only, not for sale. Sorry, Monsieur Chatillon."

"I can pay a high price."

"I'm really sorry, but we've made a promise..."

"Is this what the painter meant, or what Schwartz meant?"

"It's Mrs. Zabini herself." The manager quickly explained, "She doesn't want her portrait to be bought by others."

"Really?" Chatillon said to himself, "That's right, if it were me, I would also feel very disturbed when I think of someone putting my portrait at home to watch day and night."

He seemed to give up the idea of ​​buying paintings, and the manager breathed a sigh of relief.Both parties were people he could not afford to offend, and it was a good thing for him that Chatillon could give up by himself.

"I remember this is a traveling art exhibition? Where is your next stop?"

"Belgium," said the manager, "and then Germany, Denmark, Sweden, Poland, the Czech Republic, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, Hungary, Bulgaria...the last stop is the United States."

"A grand parade." Chatillon commented, "Schwartz seems eager to show off his wife? This is very interesting. If it were me, I would definitely guard against her beauty to prevent others from seeing her beauty. After saying these unclear words, he bowed deeply to Edwin on the canvas, then turned and left.

The manager respectfully sent him away, and couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead in relief.

Who knew that holding an art exhibition could attract such a plague god?

Edwin pulled three cards on the table, raised his eyes and looked at the man sitting opposite her: "Will the goddess of luck favor you this time?"

"Madame Zabini, you are a very charming lady, but I tell you cruelly: Lady Luck is always on my side."

"What a big tone!" She tapped on the table lightly, "Let's draw the cards."

"Lady first."

Edwina glanced at him, and exchanged glances with those who watched the game around the table: "Very good, it seems that you are confident to win more money from me." She flipped her wrist, three The cards are lined up, which is a very good hand.Edwin pulled a smug smile: "It's your turn."

The opponent also turned the cards face up: "Sorry."

She lost again.Edwin pulled the cards in front of him carelessly, and patted the table lightly: "Wonderful, sir, you really don't have a gentleman's demeanor!"

"There is no gentlemanly manner at the poker table, Mrs. Zabini." The man said, "Of course, if you feel distressed, I can also return your chips to you."

"I can't believe you are so kind."

"I can't bear to see you sad." The other party stared at him affectionately.

"Oh, save it, sir." Edwina turned a deaf ear to his flirting, raised her glass and clinked glasses with everyone around her, and finally smiled back, "I'm already married."

"Yes, you are married." Someone put an arm around her waist.

"Ah, dear, you're here." Following Haydn's appearance, the restless male guests stopped immediately, and Edwin kissed his lips, "Now I'm penniless."

"You've never been a lucky gambler, sweetheart." Haydn motioned to the croupier at the side, "My wife needs more chips."

"No, I don't need it today. Obviously, Merlin is not going to let me win." Edwin looked at her lost chips regretfully, and took Haydn's arm.

The two left the casino and came to the slightly cleaner lobby outside. Haydn handed her an opened letter: "This is the latest art exhibition review, do you want to read it?"

"I can't see it." Edwin slumped into the armchair and yawned. "Tell me, are they good or bad?"

"Most of them are compliments. Of course, the compliments for you mainly focus on-"

"—on my pretty face. What's with that little bit of criticism?"

Haydn held up the parchment: "They think those paintings have nothing but a beauty."

"Nonsense. I am the soul of those paintings."

"I think so too." Haydn threw the parchment into the fireplace beside him. "Besides, there is another piece of news related to Ethan Zabini."

"Oh?" Edwin became interested, "What is it?"

"He's engaged."

She raised her eyebrows: "with whom?"

"That Mrs. Lopez."