[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The next few days were calm and the expected storm did not come.

On Christmas night, the Muggles in the city held a fireworks show according to their customs.At the invitation of Chatillon, Edwin also followed him to the viewing platform on the top floor of the castle to watch the fireworks.

There was less and less communication between them, an invisible string was tensing, and Edwinra knew it was a bad omen.When the string is broken is the moment of life and death, but she is not ready to fight.

"Do Muggles know all the things that happened in this castle?" Edwina asked quietly when the fireworks went up.

"They only know that this is a castle surrounded by weird legends, that's all." In the square in the distance, the Muggles were immersed in the gorgeous fireworks show, Chatillon glanced at Edwin La, "You How much do you know?"

"It's just the most classic legend." Edwin stretched her hands and wrapped her cloak tightly. She beckoned to Irene to bring Blaise, and then she led him to a corner far away from Chatillon, "You like fireworks ?"

"Like it." Blaise's eyes chased the falling sparks. "Merry Christmas, Mom."

"Don't be obsessed with ephemeral and beautiful things..." Edwina's words were interrupted by a scream—I didn't know when Irene ran to the edge of the terrace, and she stood on the low wall waving her arms, precariously.At this time, a golden-red firework exploded in the sky, illuminating her face.Irene had a smile on her face, and her gaze fell into the void: "The devil!"

"Stop her!" Edwin yelled, covering Blaise's eyes with his hands.Irene calmly took a step towards the sky, and fell to the ground, her clothes spread like black bat wings in the middle of the night.

Everyone was shocked, the fireworks continued, but a flood of murmurs and screams spread over the terrace of the Boulogne castle.

Blaise was shaking, he was crying.Edwin stretched his arms around him, and the demon was smiling a few feet away.

Before the festival in Boulogne was over, Sylvia paid a surprise visit.

Edwina knew nothing of her arrival, and even Chatillon looked surprised when he saw Sylvia enter the door after the butler.

"About Irene..."

"I'm here to remind you not to go back to England." Sylvia said impatiently after waving the servants away, "At least not now."

"what happened?"

"I didn't want to let you know when the matter was unfinished, but the gaffe is getting out of control..." Sylvia pulled out two neatly folded copies of the "Daily Prophet", "Skeeter put you in her article Described as an unscrupulous and deranged scheming woman, in order to consolidate her position in the Davis family, she did not hesitate to design a separation between the Davis couple and Constance, and even chased her to Romania many years later to force her to shut up...During this time, people There is a lot of talk about you, and Skeeter has told a lot of anecdotes that make people think, and the city is full of trouble!"

"This is the 'middle' and 'bottom' of her report, right?"

Sylvia nodded, and then sighed: "Matthew's mother jumped out again and called you a flirtatious, double-faced woman. She said that you had secretly communicated with Haydn many years ago, and that the two marriages were nothing but I'm just afraid that Uriah will have an opinion—yes, she also dragged the Zabini family into trouble—she said that Matthew's death was an accident, but it was caused by your personal affair with Haydn. Abnormal performance on the court. Edwin La, this is an unusual accusation!"

"I understand." Edwina could already guess the current situation without asking for more details.

"The reporter named Pennington has been trying to defend you, but indirectly. He has written several articles reminding people of Skeeter's style of lying and Matthew's mother's inconsistency. But Little effect. You know, in this situation people prefer to watch the show or add insult to injury."

"normal."

"There must be someone behind Skeeter - could it be Lopez?"

"I suspected it too, but it wasn't her."

Sylvia looked back at Edwina, walked over and sat down beside her: "That's Chatillon."

She was quite surprised: "How did you guess it all at once?"

"I also know that none of the letters I've received in recent months were written by you." Sylvia's face was calm, "How could you say 'Say hello to Sean for me' at the end of the letter? I I knew something was wrong at first glance, but I didn't dare to rush to France before I found a suitable excuse. But after hearing the news of Irene's death, I realized that the matter was more serious than I thought. Therefore, Chatillon wanted to do What?"

"He wants to kill me. Yes, the legend of Bluebeard is true, for some reason he has already become a wife killer." Edwin pulled the devil's eye from his collar, "see this Is it? He used it to control my every move, making it impossible for me to escape from here."

"He—" Sylvia gasped, grabbed Edwin's wrist tightly, her eyelashes trembling violently, "This must be some kind of black magic."

"It's too late to say these things now. I shouldn't have taken the legend of Bluebeard as a joke. Closer to home, the person behind Skeeter should be him. If I am notorious in England, then when the news of my death comes back from France People in the future should applaud, and naturally no one will come to find out the real cause of my death. This is just my guess, but the result he wants should be pretty much the same."

"Follow me back to England." Sylvia said without thinking, "Leave here anyway!"

"You can't save me, or you alone are useless." She told the other party calmly, "I don't have a magic wand, and I can't resist Chatillon. The forces behind him are all those who have the same dirty habits as him The wizarding nobles, their power cannot be underestimated, so don’t expect the French Ministry of Magic to do anything. This place is much more dangerous than you think, I can’t go into details now... Would you like to do me a favor?”

"Of course, just say it."

"Try to contact Uriah first, and then - I know it's not convenient for you to deal with the Ministry of Magic - I'll write a letter explaining the situation, can you pass it on to that Mr Pennington?"

"Edwina, he's just a reporter." Sylvia reminded, "Even though he's quite famous, but..."

"What I want is a reporter, and public opinion is always the best weapon." Her eyes fell on her dressing box, "If Pennington agrees to my request, you will return here in a week and temporarily stay in the city Find a hotel to stay in. Within two days, if a red flag is raised in the castle, you will come immediately. If there is no flag...you must leave as soon as possible."

"what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

"What about Blaise? Is it safer for me to find an excuse to take him back to England?"

"Chatillon will not allow you to take him away, and once you make this request, he will probably guess that I have told you a lot, and we will all be in danger by then..." Edwin la sighed In a calm tone, he finally revealed the secret that had been buried in his heart for several days, "He may be a ****."

Sylvia jumped up in surprise: "Then he married you for—"

"I'm afraid that's the case." In fact, things have already begun. Chatillon is a bit too kind to Blaise, and it is not like the relationship between stepfather and stepson. "So if things fail, I must not let Blaise fall into in his hand."

"Edwina," Sylvia said in a rage, "in case Chatillon sees through your trick, your next step is not to prepare... to kill your son, right?"

"Could it be that he has been reduced to a perverted slave since he was a child? Sylvia, this castle is too dirty." Edwina played with the devil's eye, even the priceless black diamond could not hide it The unbearable secret behind this, "Don't worry, I have my own plan."