[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Edwin pulls through Haydn's manuscript on the return train.In her opinion, this is the most valuable part of his relics. Although Haydn never mentioned his plan to publish a book to her, it seems that he has been planning this book for a long time.

The train stops in Paris, just one of many stops on this long-distance train.

A man sat down opposite her.Edwina didn't pay attention, but just stretched out his hand and calmly arranged the manuscript paper on the table, so as to prevent the other party from seeing the content on it.

"Mrs. Zabini," the other party called out her name after the train started slowly, "I have admired you for a long time, and today I can finally see you in person."

Edwin La finally raised his head—a strange French man in his early thirties, well-dressed and with a charming smile.

But she didn't know him.

"This is not a chance encounter." She didn't even show a polite smile, "How do you know I'm on this train?"

"The portrait only faithfully records your beauty, but it is less than one ten-thousandth of your own." Chatillon seemed to have not heard her question, and he came up with a series of words of praise, passionate but also extremely cheap, "Zabini Madame, you are hard to find, I have been thinking about you for a long time—”

"You sent someone to follow me, didn't you?" Edwina interrupted him, "My suitors are always increasing, and you are the only one who has the courage to follow me all the way and pretend to be a chance encounter."

"Then will I have a chance to kiss Fangze?" Chatillon asked brazenly.

Edwin stared at him for a few seconds, then curled the corners of his mouth with a trace of contempt: "You have to learn how to show love correctly first, sir."

"My sincerity can be proved by Merlin."

"Merlin is very busy, please don't bother him all the time."

Chatillon's smile became more dazzling: "You are much more interesting than I imagined."

The last time I saw this kind of straightforward but embarrassing strike-up was at Hogwarts.Edwin Lasso simply ignored it.She quickly put away Haydn's manuscript, then took out today's newspaper, opened it, and held it up, completely covering her face and the other party's gaze.

However, the person on the other side obviously doesn't know what it means to decline politely, nor what it means to accept as soon as you see it.

"Can I call you by your first name, Edwina? I heard that the British like France very much. Why would you rather pass by without getting out of the car to take a look? Romania and Germany are boring places..."

"Shut up!" She slapped the newspaper on the table without grace, alarming several nearby passengers, "If you don't want to be arrested by the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic when you get off the bus, you'd better be good before I run out of patience." Leave at the next stop."

Chatillon seemed taken aback for a moment, but he soon showed the smile that made people want to curse him: "I am a person who becomes more and more courageous, Edwin, if you do that, maybe I will choose Settled down in England and visited the house with roses every day."

"You can leave the roses outside the gate of my house and put them with other people's. Anyway, there is no more bouquet, no more bouquet, no less."

"Why are you so cruel to me, Edwina?"

"What makes you think I'm warm to you?" She couldn't help sneering, "Obviously you misunderstood me."

"Compared with your previous husbands, my wealth is only a lot more. My surname is Chatillon, and this family is very prominent. I am rich in France, and I am making money every day. And I have a long-established castle in my name. The castle is in need of a mistress—"

"Money? It seems that you have to update the news at hand. I am not a person who only cares about money in the past and now, and money is not so important to me now."

"Besides the money, I'm a wonderful person, Edwina."

"You have eighteen NEWTs certificates?"

"I didn't, but—"

"Have you ever won the Quidditch World Cup?"

"No, but—"

"Can you do all the housework, from making coffee to babysitting?"

"Look, Edwina, at least I'm a handsome..."

"Do you dare to praise your appearance in front of me?" Edwin smiled slightly, "Ignoring the gender difference, the last human being who was said to be second in appearance after me was Sirius Black, do you want to look in the mirror before going? Compete with him?"

"I heard that Blake is in prison, so he can't continue to occupy a position on the list." Chatillon argued, "You can't be single all the time, Edwin La. I'm not far from 'perfect' though It's far away, but I think I'm qualified to be your next husband..."

"No matter how bad my second husband was, at least he was self-aware. It's a pity that you are not as good as him. Who gave you the courage to come to me and recommend yourself?" Edwin laughed angrily, "Don't worry, my next husband It will never be you, and it will not be you next time."

"If this is a test, I must say: I will not give up."

"How old are you this year?"

"32, our age is quite appropriate, isn't it?"

"So you want your age to end at 32?"

"The curse of the black widow?" Chatillon didn't even blink his eyes. "It's also romantic to die under the peony flower, and I don't mind at all."

She has never seen such a wonderful person in her life!Fortunately, the train slowed down and pulled into the station in time. Edwin didn't care where it was, and directly picked up his bag: "It's time to wake up from the dream, goodbye!"

"We'll see you again, Edwina."

"You're back!" Sylvia was amazed when she saw her, "I finally understand what the three most terrifying things in the world are--a child's cry, a child's laughter, and a child's cry." Voice."

"Is Blaise okay?"

"He is very well-behaved, but...cough, your son must be someone in the future." Sylvia reported to her mysteriously, "Daphne and Astoria had a fight because of him."

"Two hairy kids who add up to only five years old fought over my son?"

"Believe it or not, but it's true." Sylvia said enthusiastically, "It was Astoria who was playing with Blaise, and Daphne walked over and sat down among them and took Leah Squeeze away, and then they fight."

"Who won in the end?"

"Of course it's Leah!" Sylvia said convincingly, "How could I not help my biological daughter? Hey, by the way, why did you come back a day late?"

"There was an accident on the road, and I encountered a psychopath." Edwin said, "You are well-informed, please help me find out about a Frenchman."

"French?" Sylvia smelled the gossip, "Let me guess—could you be late because of a certain French man?"

"It is true, but it is not romantic at all." Edwin pulls a brief account of the incident, and finally tells Sylvia the surname of Chatillon, "That guy seems to be out of his mind, I am afraid he is really to England."

"I'll go back and ask around. But you can definitely take him into consideration, it sounds quite interesting." Sylvia urged, "I'll go and take Blaise down."

"I'm going to see him, I hope he hasn't forgotten me after not seeing him for more than three months." The two briefly exchanged their current situation.Sylvia and Sean have gotten back together and are currently on their honeymoon.After listening to her talk about Constance, Sylvia advised her to put the matter aside while sighing:

"Anyway, it's her choice, let her go. Don't meddle too much in the end, it's not going to please you in the end."

"That's what I mean." Edwin pushed open the nursery door. Blaise was sitting on the carpet with a jigsaw puzzle. She walked over and knelt down beside him. "What are you doing?"

"Mom!" Blaise exclaimed joyfully, holding up a puzzle piece. "Where does this piece go?"

"His language skills are very strong. According to my observation, he is much better than Daphne." Sylvia said from the side, "It will definitely be no problem to lie to little girls in the future."

"Let me take a look...here." Edwina helped him find the location of the most difficult piece, and when Blaise was in a hurry to put the rest back one by one, she asked, "When I'm not around Did you listen to Sylvia?"

"I'm very good." Blaise replied childishly, his sapphire-like eyes were pitiful, which immediately made Edwina unable to bear to criticize him for his "blue face and trouble water" behavior:

"If Astoria and Daphne fight or quarrel next time, you must invite them to play with you. A gentleman will not allow ladies to fight for him."

Blaise nodded again and again, and Sylvia also thought about it: "Stabilize both sides at the same time? It's all a matter of experience, Edwina. Sure enough, education should start with children. By the way, Blaise, Didn't you draw a picture two days ago? Show it to your mother quickly. "

"painting?"

"I'll get it!"

After Blaise brought it, amidst Sylvia's unbridled laughter, Edwin looked at the person in the painting dumbfounded: "This is...me?"

This may be the most abstract portrait of her life.

"Mom, do you like it?"

What else could she say, of course she accepted it happily: "Of course, the painting is really good, Blaise."

"Do you have any plans for the future?" Sylvia asked before leaving.

"Not yet." Edwinra replied, "Does it count to take care of the children at home?"