[HP] If youth has an ageless face

When Edwina opened her eyes, she was stung by the sun. She closed them slightly, and it took a while to adapt to the light in the room.

She's at St. Mungo's.

Sylvia was dozing on the bedside, and there was a bottle of potion and half a glass of water on the bedside table.She didn't see Blaise, and she didn't see Haydn... Avada Kedavra... Edwin pulled the quilt tightly, feeling the pain that had gone away come back again.

"Are you awake?" Sylvia was awakened, and she handed her the potion and water, "The healer asked you to drink these."

"Where's Blaise?"

"My house." Sylvia replied, "It happened suddenly, so I can only put him there first."

"I'm so glad I'm still alive." She smiled, feeling that most of her life force had been lost with the fetus that died under the Cruciatus Curse. "What's the latest news?"

Sylvia's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"I saw that green light." Edwina was amazed at his coldness, "He fell beside me, I still held his hand before I passed out, but I know he won't give me any response gone."

"Okay! Stop—" Sylvia interrupted impulsively, taking a deep breath. "The Aurors didn't catch all the Death Eaters."

"Where's Nott?"

Sylvia looked at her sadly and shook her head: "You can't accuse someone who has been exonerated, Edwina, your testimony is not strong enough. Nott claimed that he was the victim of soul-death after the fall of the Dark Lord. Curse control, and Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and others for the same reason. You can't..."

"The Ministry of Magic really can't be trusted, I understand." Edwin nodded, "Have you sent a letter to Uriah?"

"Of course." Sylvia's voice gradually dropped, "He didn't reply."

"Did you tell him Haydn was murdered by Death Eaters?"

"Ah."

"Did you tell me about my miscarriage?"

Sylvia nodded.

"But he still hasn't heard back?" Edwina understood from Sylvia's slightly panicked expression, and she curled the corners of her mouth mockingly, "This is really a cruel world, isn't it?"

"Please don't be like this, Edwina." Sylvia pleaded, "Please, don't be so calm, please, even if you are crying? You scare me."

"So, how did Haydn handle the matter?"

"The Ministry of Magic of Britain and Germany cooperated to solve it. You were in a coma for more than a day, during which time they sent people to St. Mungo's, and I said that it should be handled according to the contents of Haydn's will." Sylvia replied, "He will transfer the property It's left to you and Blaise, who stated in their will that they wish to be buried back home..."

Edwina listened numbly, and there was another huge amount of wealth in her account, but she was not happy about it.

"……there's one more thing."

"what?"

Sylvia lowered her head: "The Ministry of Magic—the Ministry of Magic on the British side—want to discuss something with you. They hope that the cause of death on Haydn's obituary can be written as an accident, rather than being killed by a Death Eater."

It only took her a few seconds to grasp the intention behind it: "Oh? What are they afraid of? Afraid people will accuse them of being incompetent?"

"You can refuse," Sylvia said, "or ask them to provide some...extra compensation."

"No, I agree. And I don't want any compensation, what I want they can't give—can they wipe out the Death Eaters? Can they send Nott to Azkaban? They can't. They don't have anything can not do this."

"Edwin La—"

"Haydn is not a perfect husband. Sometimes he is cold-blooded, and sometimes I am disappointed by it. But you know," she wiped the tears from her eyes with a smile, "I really wanted to spend time with him. For the rest of my life."

After being discharged from the hospital, despite Silvia's dissuasion, Edwina left Blaise at her home and entrusted her to take care of him, and embarked on a journey to Romania alone.

"Honey," Sylvia advised, "Brace is so young, you should spend more time with him."

Edwina had paid a large sum of money in advance for Brace's living expenses. She did not say when she would return, but Sylvia was worried that she would be disheartened and never set foot on British soil again.

Edwin stretched his hand and touched Blaise's little face. Time went by so fast. He changed from a baby to a babbling toddler in a blink of an eye, and in two years he would become a mischievous ghost. Then it's school age.

"I'm not a qualified mother. I can't protect him, and I can't take care of him." Edwin La said, "The only thing he can rely on is himself."

Sylvia smiled wryly: "Don't say that. You see, I used to be an out-and-out fool, but after Astoria was born..."

"I admire you, but I can't do this." Edwin shook his head, "It's good if I can take care of myself. For Blaise, I can only provide material satisfaction, not spiritual satisfaction." Do you think I'm selfish? Maybe I was born that way."

"The curse of the black widow..." Mrs. Lopez closed the newspaper, threw it aside, and looked up at the little husband opposite, "Your ex-sister-in-law is really amazing."

Ethan ignored her.

"I'm very interested in her," she went on. "You don't mind if I have any further contact with her?"

"That's your business." Ethan glanced at a name in the "Daily Prophet", "This Joaquin Pennington seems to be very keen to speak well for her."

"Yes, wasn't that the case when her second husband died." Lopez smiled slightly. "Leaving this aside, he is a very good reporter. I heard that he has become a full-time employee."

"Oh?" Ethan carefully read the report written by Pennington, "He questioned that the Ministry of Magic concealed the real cause of Schwartz's death, and he cited evidence to prove that Schwartz was not in Germany at all when the incident happened... this kid It’s a bit of a skill.”

"He's about the same age as you, so don't call him 'this kid', okay? In the eyes of others, you are also a silly kid who can't figure it out." Meeting Ethan's puzzled eyes, she smiled, " Because you are marrying a woman of such disrepute as me, who is old and decrepit."

Ethan withdrew his gaze: "I've explained it many times: it's just a cooperation of interests."

"I'm not doubting the purpose of your marriage with me, after all, we have reached an agreement a long time ago." Lopez got up and walked in front of him, picking his chin with two fingers, "Do you have your own heart, but love Why not?"

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Didn’t you all dislike Haydn when he first appeared on the stage →_→

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