[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The name Constance Davis was not on the exit record.

Either she hasn't left Romania, or she's using a false name.

Meanwhile, Edwinla's search in Brasov is still going nowhere.She simply took the time to go to Bucharest herself, where she distributed her missing person notice and offered a price of one thousand Galleons to collect any valid clues.

After a few days, someone really came to the door.

"Mrs. Zabini," said the person who was waiting for her in the lower ground, speaking English with a strong Romanian accent, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Why did you come here?" She intuitively felt that the other party's purpose was not to provide clues.

"I'm the Romanian Wizarding Dispatch—"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to accept any interviews right now." Edwina lowered his face unceremoniously, and walked around the other party to the stairs.

"Please wait a moment, Mrs. Zabini." The reporter hurriedly caught up with her and stopped her. "We are the most influential publication in Romania."

"So what? I said I don't want to be interviewed right now."

"Your art exhibition has caused an extraordinary sensation in Romania and even the whole of Europe, and now people are still talking about you—whether it's about your beauty or gossip." The reporter raised his voice and said, "If you are willing to cooperate with us, you We can use our strength to spread the missing person notices to a wider range, which is much more efficient than running around to inquire."

His words hit home.Edwin was stunned for a moment, she really didn't expect to use her fame to find Constance.

Seeing that she seemed tempted, the reporter quickly added: "We only need 15 minutes."

"Fifteen minutes? What do you want to know?" she asked cautiously.

"We don't want to interview you, ma'am." The reporter smiled, "We hope to take a group of photos for you."

She raised her eyebrows: "What kind of photo?"

"Everyday." The reporter said, "Now people see only the image of you on the canvas in Chinese clothes, not the real you. We hope to take five to seven photos of you about your daily life, That's all."

"really?"

The reporter hurriedly took out some documents: "We are a completely legal and compliant publishing house, and I am also a senior photojournalist. Just in case, I even brought the contract for taking pictures with me. Don't worry, we Absolutely keep your word—"

"Sounds like a good condition." Edwin never procrastinated, "Now, immediately, immediately, how about it? Just shoot in my room."

"She's in Romania?"

"Confirmed, yes."

Chatillon took a puff on his cigar. The butler delivered today's letter, but he did not touch it.The newspapers on the table were spread out, and the "Romanian Witcher News" provided Edwina with an entire page, with six photos of her in a circle, and a missing person notice in the middle: "Schwartz...is really in the wild Was it attacked by a poisonous snake and died during the investigation?"

"This is the statement of the British Ministry of Magic, which has been approved by Germany. It is not clear whether it is true or not." The assistant told him, "Are you going to Romania?"

"Let me think about it." Chatillon flicked off the cigarette ash slowly, "I have to think of an excuse. Doesn't it seem that I am utilitarian in approaching so hastily. By the way, does she have any new potential partners recently?"

"Not yet." The assistant and the housekeeper looked at each other, both a little surprised, "Schwartz passed away less than a month ago, and she remarried twice before, both after the other's death."

"Maybe I can break the tradition." Chatillon looked at his residence, "The decoration style here may not meet her taste, please invite a designer over as soon as possible. I want this place to look simple, gorgeous and elegant." Not tacky."

This is really difficult.

The assistant quietly glanced at the resplendent and magnificent decoration, and cursed.

"Continue to keep an eye on the UK, and send someone to Romania, and let me know as soon as there is any news." Chatillon thought for a while, "Also... see if there is any way to catch up with Uriah Davis, they Brother and sister are very close, aren't they?"

"Yes. But this time Schwartz had an accident, and Davis did not return to the UK." The assistant told him immediately, "It is said that he is undergoing closed training, and perhaps the news has not reached his ears yet."

"It's also possible that I can't get away. All in all, I hope to get close to him as soon as possible." Chatillon simply crushed the ashes, "By the way, try to understand her preferences. If there is a new hostess here soon , there are many places that have to change.”

The influence of the "Romanian Wizard Express" should not be inferior to that of the "Daily Prophet" in the UK.After Edwina returned to Brasov in an early morning in a low-key manner, Mihai sighed in amazement at her return: "So you are that Mrs. Zabini!"

"Is there a second Madame Zabini in the world?"

No, it does exist now.Edwin's smile faded a bit, but Mihai couldn't help shaking his head: "I should have thought of it on the first day you came."

"I didn't expect that I was so famous in Romania."

"Everyone knows about your exhibition, Mrs. Zabini! At that time, the newspapers were full of news about you, all kinds, whether true or false."

"So you also went to see my art exhibition?"

"No." Mikhail smiled sheepishly, "I only saw the photos of the exhibition in the newspaper."

"It's wise not to look. After all, I'm basically no different from anyone else, Mihai," she begged. "Don't tell anyone about my living here, will you?"

"I understand!" Mikhail grinned, "I won't let others bother you, madam. Oh, by the way, here are some letters for you. I will accept them when you are away."

It's only been three or four days since she accepted the filming, how did the news spread so quickly?Once again, Edwin Rah was amazed by the love of gossip.

"You can just call me Edwin." She was very happy that Mihai didn't chase after her to ask questions. The letters in hand didn't have any meaningful content, and only the last one caught her attention, "This person Claiming that there is a woman who looks like the portrait in the wizarding village where he lives...Oort, what is this place?"

"To the south." Mihai replied, "not far from here."

"Do you have a pen?" She couldn't let go of any possible clues, and Edwina immediately wrote a reply letter to the other party.Mihai saw her expression:

"Do you think this news is reliable?"

"I don't know. We have to wait for his reply before we can make further judgments."

"What are you going to do if you find your sister?" Mihai asked.

"Of course I took her home!" Edwin said without hesitation, "Speaking of which, I don't know if she's doing well... You see, people here are unfamiliar, and she didn't know how to say Romanian."

"However, it's also possible that she's doing well." Mihai only knew about Constance's general situation. "Perhaps she had already started a family and started a business and lived a good life."

"That's an extremely rare ideal situation." Edwin smiled wryly.What will happen to a young girl with amnesia in a foreign land?She doesn't want to think too badly about people, but she has to think about the worst.

"Assuming she's doing well, will you still insist on bringing her back to England?"

That's a good question.Edwina thought for a while: "I will restore her memory first, and then let her make a choice."

"That would be very unfair to her family."

"I am also her family, Mihai." Edwina told him, "The purpose of my traveling all the way here is to reunite with my sister and hear her call my name."

Mikhail opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak, maybe he wanted to refute.Edwin lowered his head and pretended to be sorting the letters.But if things don't happen to me, how can I know what kind of pain it is?