[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Mirror Palace..." Chatillon carefully looked at the blueprints on the table, with a slight smile on his lips, "Is this her own design?"

"Yes." The spies he sent to England reported, "When the Zabini Manor hosted the first banquet seven years ago, all the guests present were moved by the magnificence of the Palace of Mirrors."

"It seems the English have not judged her very well. She's not a beautiful embroidered pillow, is she?" Chatillon signaled. "Go on—"

"She likes light and delicate styles, but still pursues luxurious visual effects. She never buys clothes directly from tailors, all the clothes are either sketched by her and custom-made, or made by a tailor according to her design. Opinions come and go, and she doesn't wear the same clothes twice in public."

"It's nothing, for a beauty like her, it's not a waste at all." Chatillon's tone showed a bit of sympathy, "I have to thank Schwartz, fortunately, he is a tasteful and generous Husband, otherwise how would I have heard of her name so quickly."

"We don't know much about her personal hobbies. She doesn't have many close friends, only Mrs. Greengrass. But she is a woman with a strict tongue, and she can change the subject every time with a laugh." The spies continued to report, "Her The son is now in the care of Mrs Greengrass."

"Well. Is there any news from her brother?"

"Not yet. I only found out that the Davis brothers and sisters have a very good relationship and they communicate very frequently. Uriah's promotion in the Three Lions team should have nothing to do with Zabini, but they seem to have a good personal relationship."

"How did Uriah rate her second husband?"

"At first he was very appreciative of their marriage, because he and Wilson were old friends, and he joined the Three Lions team because Wilson was a matchmaker. However, the marriage between Wilson and Mrs. Zabini seems to be not as beautiful as it seems to the outside world. They have a private relationship Some little-known discord. There was some controversy when Uriah blatantly belittled Wilson in an interview after his unexpected death."

"So... Has he said anything about Schwartz? After all, Schwartz is his cousin."

"I don't know." The spy showed embarrassment, "Please give us a little more time."

"Our people are lost." Before Chatillon could answer, his assistant walked in, and after getting approval, he reported, "When they arrived in Romania, she had already left the night before."

"Leaving? So suddenly? Continue to investigate to see what made her leave in a hurry." Chatillon asked, "Has she returned to England?"

"No." The assistant glanced at his expression, "She went to Germany."

Going to Germany was an impromptu decision.

According to his will, Haydn was buried in his hometown Frankfurt.It didn't take much for Edwina to find the wizard's cemetery. She didn't mourn at his tomb, but only glanced at the newly erected tomb from a distance.

Haydn's mother died young, and he had a mediocre relationship with his father and stepmother.Edwin La felt that there was no need to bother the Schwartz family, so she only stayed in Frankfurt for two days before leaving for Berlin.

The purpose of this trip to Berlin is very simple: she wants to see the information about Haydn kept by the German government. After all, he worked in the European Magic Sports Association for 20 years before his death, and he is considered a celebrity.

As for why she came to inquire about Haydn's experience, Edwinla didn't know either.She just wanted to come and see, the country he grew up in, the city he lived in.

"Mr. Schwartz is mainly engaged in public relations work. His research on Quidditch has just started and he has not had time to publish his works. Therefore, we have nothing to provide you except for the official information card and resume. Who knows that the person at the front desk of the Sports Association gave her an unexpected answer, "However, here are some things sorted out from Mr. Schwartz's office before his death."

"what?"

"It's just some books, documents, photos and so on." The staff at the front desk told her, "We notified Mr. Schwartz's family in Germany to pick them up, but there was no reply."

"Can I have a look at them?" Edwin was unsure if he would be carrying a few boxes back to England.

"Of course, please come with me."

She was taken to the reference room, and the staff signaled her to wait outside, and then went inside to communicate with the data keeper.After a while, he came out carrying two heavy boxes stacked on top of each other: "That's all."

"Can I look around at will?"

"Yes." He nodded, "If you want to take it away, just register with the administrator inside."

"What will happen to them if I don't take them? Destroy them?"

"Yes."

Edwin La said he understood.After she was alone in the room, she began to check what was in the box.

Whether it was Haydn's life or death, she had never been able to figure out what he was doing.Now looking at the piles of papers, Edwina was even more dizzy.Most of them are materials of various Quidditch teams in Europe, as well as transcripts of correspondence, and the rest are related to "materials for making broomsticks"... In the flip, a thick The envelope fell out, Edwin pulled it up and opened it, and inside was a large stack of letters.The recipients were all Hayden Schwartz, but only the top few letters were opened, and the rest seemed to have never been opened.

what is this?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Edwin pulled out an opened letter.

When she saw the first line of words, she knew who wrote the letter——Haydn's second wife, the rich lady who was not loved by him and died in depression.

【Dear husband】

It was the beginning of all her letters, which she had maintained a regular habit of writing during their marriage.Edwina scribbled through it. As time went by, the content of her letter gradually changed from pleading to hesitation, then to questioning, and then to pleading. In the end, she chose to compromise or beg.

[I can divorce you and even leave Germany.I don't want to embarrass you anymore, if I let you go, that means I let myself go.Haydn, I'm sick, very sick... can you come back and take one last look at me? 】

These were the last words she wrote in her last letter.According to the date, she died shortly after that.Unfortunately, her husband has not read her letters since a long time ago.

Edwina sighed silently, trying not to think about how their marriage would have ended if Haydn hadn't been killed.She sympathized with this young lady very much, and understood her family's revenge against Haydn, but... Anyway, they are even now.

She put the letters aside for the time being, and continued to search.A moment later, she found a second object of interest: a manuscript.

Although he seemed half-understood, Edwinra soon realized that this was a guide book about the management of a Quidditch team that Haydn was trying to write.The target audience for the book was obviously the patrons and investors of those Quidditch teams, though she had never known that Haydn had done research in this area.Of course, that wasn't surprising, since he'd been doing smuggling deals with the Death Eaters for so long, he couldn't be a fool who didn't know anything about business.

After tidying up, she greeted the administrator and took Haydn's manuscript away.

As for the lady's bitter letter, let it, along with other sources, be lost forever with Haydn's death.