[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Too late.St. Mungo's therapists say so.If it had been delivered earlier, there might be hope of rescue, but now... magic is not omnipotent, sorry, Mrs. Zabini, there is nothing we can do.

They sighed and shook their heads, watching her with sympathetic eyes.

At first, the deadly sword did not fully reveal its danger.It only fractured one of his ribs, and that rib pierced Joaquin's lungs and part of his heart, and that was the critical part - Edwinra didn't understand the medical terms, she only knew one thing: If the duel was suspended immediately after Jacques was injured, then his life was not in danger.

Edwin fell silent.She looked at Jacques lying on the hospital bed through the glass.The therapists would not allow her to visit him, even forbid her to say her final goodbyes—the slightest touch would hasten his death, even though his time was running out, even though he wouldn't even wake up again.

"Are you okay?" The person who had been following her all this time finally made up her mind and walked over quickly. The moment she saw him, her expression suddenly turned cold.Seeing the undisguised hostility in her eyes, Ethan was slightly taken aback, and stopped wisely, only to apologize again softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that sword to have such serious consequences."

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Her voice was a little hoarse, "Don't pretend to apologize, Ethan, I know your true heart."

"Yes." He simply admitted, "I was a little lucky when I learned that he was going to die."

"Everyone knows it was a duel accident, an accident," she said coldly, "but as soon as you're involved, I can't help but suspect it's a conspiracy!"

"Don't do this, Edwina." There was a trace of weakness in his eyes, "Since I proposed a duel, it means that I will not use any dirty tricks to achieve my goal."

She watched him silently, wondering how much of a show there was in it.This made her calm down even more.

"I murdered Lopez. As for the reason, it's not exactly what you think. She is useless to me. It's better to get rid of an ally who will only hinder you." He smiled wryly, but his tone was Quiet and sharp, "She helped me get rid of my cousin's control, and now I have finally got rid of her--Advanla, it took me several years to be free. Before that, I certainly hurt you, but that I am under the yoke of power!"

"Well, I understand." She said so, but there was a sneer on her face, "I can't help myself, I have no choice... I have heard many such excuses."

"As you know, I'm not a kind person." Ignoring the sarcasm in her words and the conflict in her eyes, he tried to put his hands on her long hair and whispered, "But, Edwina, you are The first ray of sunshine that appeared in my life, I love you."

The word "love" came out of his mouth, without any tenderness or lingering tenderness, only endless doubts.

Edwinra didn't try to avoid his touch, she looked at him scrutinizingly, thinking about their past.Indeed, during the many days and nights when Darren was away from home to investigate, she and Ethan were the only ones at home with each other.Later, when he went to Hogwarts to study, she was also the one who corresponded with him, reminding him to add clothes and send sweets and snacks... Although she had only graduated at that time, she instinctively put herself in the position of "elder" , looking at Ethan is like looking at a furry child who can't grow up.

But she forgot one thing: children will grow up, let alone a child seven years younger than her.

"Oh, so this is love, Ethan." She couldn't help but said in a mocking tone, "I'm afraid I can't understand your love, and I can't stand it!"

"I can't get out, Edwina!" He held her shoulders tightly, staring at her, "I've always wanted you in my dreams, and it's been like this for many years—"

"Go on, Ethan." She was indifferent, "What else can you say?"

"I also murdered the Davis family." His eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was begging for approval. "They made you lose face. Even if they leave the UK temporarily, they will inevitably have endless troubles."

She was slightly taken aback, but this guarded look seemed to further encourage him to reveal his feelings:

"Yes, that's what I am. You said I disgusted you, so now I scare you, Edwina?"

Edwina didn't speak, and it took a long time before he smiled lightly: "That's not true."

She was so close to him, but Ethan still felt that she was the ray of light that he couldn't grasp.The snow-white lights in St. Mungo's corridor shone on her pale face, glowing with a biting beauty, like the edge of a sword.

"I should thank you for removing a trouble for me." She maintained that fake smile, "After all, I'm not very good at killing people."

Ethan suddenly couldn't continue to look directly into her eyes, he subconsciously avoided his gaze.It turns out that she is not the same anymore - after experiencing several love-hate separations, she gradually develops thorns, and will not give others the opportunity to hurt her easily.

"Things have come to this, it is even more impossible for me to say that I have given up." He looked at the hospital bed, where her fifth husband was lying there, dying, "I will not allow another person to take away the person I have dreamed of for many years."

"Actually, I don't mind marrying you." She said with a smile, and when he was shocked and looked over in disbelief, she slowly spit out the following cold words, "Anyway, I can treat you as Darren's substitute."

He silently clenched his hands, trying not to shake himself.Her blow was deadly, hitting exactly what he dreaded in his heart - Darren, Darren, the name was like a spell - his long-dead brother was the one he was chasing her The biggest obstacle on the road.Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, his feelings were forced to grow quietly in Darren's shadow.

She was right: he was Darren's younger brother, which made it impossible for him to surpass his older brother.

It was a silent confrontation, but he couldn't lose.Ethan took two deep breaths calmly, and then laughed softly: "Yes, Edwina. As long as you want, it doesn't matter if you treat me as anyone."

She silently raised her hand to cover his eyes, and after a while, she smiled softly: "No, Ethan, you are different from him after all."

The therapist finally allowed her to touch her dying husband.His skin was still warm, his expression was still calm, and no one would have felt that death was near, had it not been for the reminder of his pale lips and the same bleakness of his face.

"Jaquin." She whispered his name, "Can you hear me?"

Of course he wouldn't answer, but his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Edwin touched his cheek, hesitant to speak.Finally she bent down and planted a kiss on his forehead, whispering, "I love you."

Then she shook his hand without saying a word.Outside the window, the rain and fog are hazy, and the cold wind from Siberia will soon push the island nation into another long winter.

"Mrs. Zabini," the waiting therapist finally interrupted their silent farewell, "he's gone."

Edwina listened to the pastor's eulogy in silence, and also accepted people's comfort in silence.She didn't lose her composure when the coffin was buried in the ground, she just stepped forward silently and threw the white rose she had been holding into the grave, and then let it be filled into a new grave.

After the long mourning was over, she stayed alone, pressing her palm close to the cold marble, as if she wanted to feel something, and also seemed to be looking for something.

A very light footstep approached, stopping a few feet behind her: "Mom."

Her fingers caressed the uneven words on the tombstone. It used a few simple numbers to record Jacques's life. People who don't know the inside story will only regret his untimely death.

"Do you have something to say?"

Blaise's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say a simple "I'm sorry" anyway: Is it because he is too weak, or there is no need to say it?

"I could send you to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts if you want," she said. Someone will use this to hurt you." She didn't look at him, but she knew that her tone was extremely cold, "Think about it, and give me the answer as soon as possible."

"Mom," Blaise's voice finally broke into a choke, "can you forgive me?"

"You have done nothing wrong, so why should I forgive you?" Edwin said almost ruthlessly, "You go."

"mom!"

"Brace, shh... don't shout here, it's not good..." One person took Brace away, put him in the care of another, and she turned back, "Why are you doing this?"

"Hurt each other, owe each other, hate each other, this is also a kind of mother-child relationship, isn't it?"

Sylvia looked at her and felt that it was not the time to preach: "He is still young, and you still have a chance to repair your relationship."

"No matter how you repair it, it will be different." Edwin lowered his eyes and saw his still beautiful face on the smooth marble. "No matter how well the broken things are repaired, they cannot be as flawless as they were at the beginning."

"Edwina," her friend held her cold hand, "you are still young."

"Yeah, I'm not yet 30 years old." She smiled indifferently, and said slowly in a tone of talking about the weather, "There is already a person who proposes to me—do you think I should agree?"

Reaching out to scrape away the wax with the silver knife, he spent a few minutes reading the letter.

"What kind of country is England?" he asked, throwing the letter into the fireplace and leaving it to burn to ashes.

"I heard that there is a lot of rain, and that the British are very arrogant." His girlfriend brought him the red wine he must drink before going to bed, "What's wrong?"

"Just asking." He stretched himself, and the snow outside the window had stopped.I don't know if there will be sunshine tomorrow.

What kind of person would that woman be?Arrogant and beautiful... He thought of the red rose in the snow for no reason.

Anyway, Edwina, it's a touching name.

The author has something to say:

Goodbye Joaquin~

There should be a change in the ranking of the Shura field, right?

Hint: The one at the end is not a character.

Volume [-] Ethan Zabini: The Unbearable Lightness of Being