[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The new nanny is named Irene. She is in her 40s and seems to be a smart and capable person.According to Sylvia, she is very stable and reliable, and she does things swiftly but not rashly. What is even more commendable is that she is quite knowledgeable, and she can completely serve as a tutor.

"Has Sylvia told you the general situation?"

"Miss has already introduced me to the predicament you are facing." Irene is obviously not surprised by these "big family secrets", "I will take good care of Master Brace and make sure he accepts the preparations for entering Hogwarts." Basic education."

"Very good." Edwin smiled, "But I have to remind you that the people in this castle are not friendly to our mother and child."

"I am here to do things for you under the order of Miss Sylvia." Irene replied, "What other people think has nothing to do with me."

"If anyone of them makes things difficult for you, you come and tell me." She is very satisfied. "I have to eat with Blaise every morning and evening. The scope of your activities is his bedroom, my bedroom, the dining room and other public areas and downstairs. garden. Please do not enter or leave the other rooms of the castle at will."

"I understand." Irene nodded, "Is there anything else you want to order?"

"No, I think you know it in your heart." She held Irene's hand and put a beautiful brooch into her palm, "I will not treat those who do things for me badly."

At the ball, she saw the mysterious man again.

Edwina looked carefully—his mask was not black, nor was he wearing black clothes.In other words, he is different from the man in the legend of Boulogne Castle... On the contrary, her dress at the last masquerade ball is more in line with the image of the "devil" in the story.

In reality, the victim seems to be forcibly given the image of the murderer.

Mrs. C refused to reveal more details to her, and told her that it was up to her to figure it out.Edwin La did not want to risk his life to play this decryption game, but Mrs. C vowed that she could not help herself: those who entered Boulogne Castle should not want to go out easily.

is it?

After she made a circle with the music, she met his eyes again, and they looked at each other from afar across half of the dance floor.When Edwina looked at him, the mysterious man was also looking back at her.

After the song ended, the man quickly walked to a hidden corner, looking like he was waiting patiently.Edwina hesitated for a moment, she turned her head to look for Chatillon's figure in the crowd, but she didn't see it.On the contrary, the man's scorching gaze made her feel like a light on her back.

He is waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.

Edwin pulled a glass of wine to stabilize his mind before walking towards him.

"As expected, you are here, Mrs. Zabini." Before she could refuse, the strange man wanted to kiss her, but Edwin pulled away quickly, so the kiss that should have landed on the cheek brushed her ear ambiguously:

"I didn't come to flirt with you."

"Here, your words will be interpreted as playing hard to get." The man held her shoulders disapprovingly, "Why do you keep rejecting me over and over again?" He reached out and stroked her cheek, "Chatillon just It's just an unfaithful husband, and besides, you don't love him."

"This doesn't mean that I will sleep with others casually." Edwin grabbed his dishonest hand and found the eyes hidden behind the mask, "I have heard the rumors about the Castle of Boulogne. "

"Really?" The mysterious man smiled half-smile, and waved his hand at a waiter who was carrying a tray and wanted to ask, "That legend is just the tip of the iceberg."

"What's that?" Edwina frowned and looked at the small black particles in the tray.Although the mysterious man refused, the other guests happily took a piece each.

"Naked grass." He gently scratched her palm, like a different kind of tease, "You know what that is."

"It's very in line with your pursuit of luxury, life and dream."

"It's not just us, you are too." The man pressed close to her ear, "All the food and drinks here are mixed with hallucinogenic herbs... kapi, wormwood, datura, kava root, Paradise blues, you've been drinking them before you know it. Even though you think you're sober, you'll soon feel the music start to feel distant, the world turn colorful, the dance hall slowly spins, and you'll feel very Happiness, can't help but seek more happiness - do you know why the castle of Boulogne only holds masquerade balls? Because this thin mask will become a fig leaf for people to vent their indiscretions during the day. The desire to dare to exaggerate..."

"Slap!" Edwin Layan slapped him with his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm different from you."

"What's the difference?" The man touched his left cheek, showing no sign of anger at all, "Mrs. Zabini, you are very attractive, which means that there will be more people staring at you."

"Aren't you one of them?"

"Then do you think I'm better, or they are better?" He turned her head slightly and turned to the other direction, where a man with a cigar was smiling at them, "He likes sexual abuse." He He forced her to look at a few people not far away, "They like to play with a large group of people." And the woman closest to them, "It is said that she suffers from some invisible diseases..."

"Go away!" Edwin pulls away from the man's shackles in horror. It is not known whether she really drank the hallucinogenic drink or she was hallucinated by his words. Edwin feels that there is no one in this ballroom. People are safe.But the man continued to pester him:

"Your anger is useless, Madame Zabini. You are not the mistress of this castle."

She suddenly turned around: "What do you mean?"

"Look at your own portrait," he said softly, motioning her to see Chatillon's gigantic imitation portrait. "That's what he thinks you'll end up being."

Edwina narrowed her eyes, and she felt that she couldn't see things in the distance: "The Decameron... what book is it?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." The man hugged her waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "Essentially, you are just another beauty that Chatillon has worked so hard to find, you will Fall into hell and become an angel of evil..."

"let me go!"

"If I let you go, you will be taken away by anyone here - can you still walk back to your bedroom soberly, Mrs. Zabini?" The man presumptuously turned her head and kissed her lips, Edwin couldn't break free, so she bit her hard without politeness, the smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth, but the man didn't stop his movements, "Is your bedroom on the second floor?"

Edwinla knew that she had inadvertently drank a lot of drinks that she shouldn't have, which made her completely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.He shook his head under her angry stare and limp struggle.

"I'm just sending you back, Mrs. Zabini." The mysterious man smiled gentlemanly, he let her go, and licked the wound on his lips, "But you will be mine sooner or later."

Edwina woke up suddenly before dawn, the aftertaste of alcohol mixed with herbs was churning in her stomach, she rushed into the bathroom and retched for a long time, and then found in the mirror that she had changed into pajamas—but her body There was no strange feeling, as he said, the mysterious man didn't seem to have any deviant behavior.

She lay back on the bed with a heavy heart, and when she reached out to adjust the pillow, she touched something hard.Edwin pulled up the pillow and found it was a book.

"Ten Days Talk"

Her heart was pounding like she was doing something sneaky and evil.Edwina turned on the light without a sound and turned the first page.