Wild child

Foretelling the future is an extremely rare talent, and the only person at Hogwarts who is said to have it is an admittedly bespectacled old liar.Therefore, even if the turning point of fate is coming, generally speaking, the rhythm of everyone's life has not been greatly affected.

And that minuscule minority that is excluded from the "total" always includes, of course, the great Savior, the Boy Who Lived, the Quidditch star Harry Potter.

Maybe it's not a big deal, it's just that an unassuming and well-known man has become the second and youngest Hogwarts warrior of this Triwizard Tournament.Compared with killing Voldemort to save the wizarding world, the public opinion is full of "Harry Potter is a showy liar", and the badge of "Potter stinks" is everywhere. A famous reporter vividly described his misery in the largest-selling newspaper. What was the image of a hero and the prospect of facing a dangerous project that might well send him to his parents?

As a small part of the "overall", Hermione finally completed the initial preparations for running the library, and began the arduous process of lobbying around with a pile of markers that were not much better than the "Potter Smelly Shit" badge. They were her two friends of the opposite sex who were inseparable.Fanny, who also belongs to the "overall" part and is more discerning, had a rare conscience discovery, and persuaded Hermione not to put more pressure on Harry with what she was doing.

In response to that sentence, God loves to tease talkative people.

This is a week after Hermione's plan started, two guys were kicked out by Madam Pince with a feather duster for talking loudly in the library, and now a deserted corridor near the library is as lively as a thousand chickens Rabid duck.

"I told you! If your 'vomit' was against the wishes of the elves, then I won't join in the fun."

"That's because they're uneducated and indoctrinated! No one should be doing slave labor like that, humans forcefully indoctrinated them to obey!—and that's SPEW, not vomit!"

"No matter what should or shouldn't be, I just know that most of them are happy and proud of it. You can help persuade people to treat elves well, you can; you can help elves who want to be free to fight for freedom, and I support it. But I won't help you force the elves to rebel! Aren't you trying to impose your own ideas on them? What is the difference between you and those people in essence?"

"The difference is that I'm helping them fight for their rights and freedom! You used the word 'rebellion' when you said the elves were fighting for wages and holidays, which shows that you agree with the existing system in your heart, and you are the ally of those people!"

"That's just rhetoric! Everyone has their own justice, and you can make changes with those who recognize your justice, but you can't force others to obey your justice, only a tyrant would do that. Now you The banner of freedom forces them to accept their point of view, and then you lead them to reject those who disagree, and sooner or later you will become the kind of person you once opposed!"

"I just want everyone to realize that elves should be treated as equals! It never occurred to me to..."

"People's thoughts will change as things progress! If you are used to suppressing thoughts, then those changes are only a matter of time. If you want to help elves, you should respect and understand their thoughts. You are Humans, they are not!"

"That doesn't mean they are obliged to be exploited by humans! Knowing that their ideas are wrong, how could it be possible..."

"That's in your point of view of 'justice'! Everyone, whether it's a human, a centaur, a werewolf, an elf or a goblin, has the right to choose the way of life that makes him the happiest, right or wrong, and What's the matter?—Alas!"

Bang, bang, bang.The book she was full of fell to the ground, and the moment she fell to the ground, the first thought that popped into Fanny's mind was: Turning against the wall was indeed a mistake.

Benjamin said that trained people will naturally take a step away from the wall when turning to reduce the possibility of being attacked head-on by an enemy on the other side of the corner.

Fanny's boxing skills were all taught by Benjamin, and she always followed his mold in the way she acted, but she never listened to Benjamin's words so seriously except for the stories.I don’t know when, those teachings that she had listened to before began to emerge very clearly from time to time, affecting her every move, as if Benjamin was alive in her mind.

"Sorry, sorry! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

With a strong French accent in English, the voice is clear and enthusiastic, probably a Beauxbaton boy.Fanny laughed at herself while answering that she was fine. Isn’t this the classic story of first encounters?Why didn't Parvati meet but let her meet.

People are fine, the rest are books.It is not a small project to tidy up the scattered books. The list of books given by Dumbledore has begun to include some ancient tomes. Fanny is used to borrowing all the books at once and read them slowly. The pile is nearly three feet high.Not to mention falling from a few feet, those yellow antiques would probably be almost shattered in the wind.The three of them squatted in that corner, sorting the pages of the book and gluing them back into place like a jigsaw puzzle.

"Give."

The last book was handed over. It was a pair of beautiful hands, slender and fair, with well-defined joints.Only then did Fanny have the time to look at the owner of the hands they had been busy with for most of the day: fair face, focused blue eyes, and brilliant blond hair, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Again, I'm sorry, I walked too carelessly."

"It's okay, being careful is a good quality." Fanny stood upright holding the book, and looked at the big boy in front of her teasingly. She didn't deliberately restrain her voice when arguing with Hermione. The reaction time must be enough. It's too untechnical.

The big boy was stunned for a moment, smiling a little shyly: "I'm sorry. I'm Mark Donald, I hope you can call me Mark. This smart and beautiful lady, may I ask your name?"

Fanny laughed: "Fanny Sanchez, just call me Fanny. Do you French talk to girls like this?"

"It's a matter of principle to give wonderful ladies the credit they deserve."

"Cough, cough." Hermione couldn't help reminding the two people who were looking at each other of their own existence, "Excuse me. Mark, if you are willing to help Fanny move the book to the portrait hole in the Gryffindor common room , you still have enough time to go to the lobby for a cup of coffee before lunch."

The two hurriedly stood a little further away, their faces flushed.

"MayI" Mark held out his hand.

"Safe."

As soon as Fanny put the book in Mark's hand, the other person's upper body sank immediately. Please, Fanny quickly reached out to help so that the pile of books did not fall down again.Seeing the embarrassment on Mark's face, the two girls exchanged a look and tried not to smile.Mark glanced at the big bags on the shoulders of the two girls—there were obviously more than a dozen thick books stuffed inside. Seeing the shocked expressions, the English witch gave him a lot of shock.

After going around most of the castle and climbing up to the eighth floor, Mark's breathing was already panting when he reached the entrance of the portrait hole.Hermione said the password, in order to avoid embarrassing Mark even more, Fanny did not pick up the book but cast a floating spell to let the pile of books fly in, then waved at Mark and got into the hole.After Fanny's figure disappeared, Hermione patted Mark who had just calmed down his breath: "If you want Fanny to be your girlfriend, you'd better be tough."

The expression on Mark's face suddenly became indescribable.

The maverick Fanny is more or less the focus of attention, and the news of her dating Mark has attracted a lot of attention.Since most of Fanny's prestige and comments were carried out behind her back, she didn't pay much attention to the few that came to Fanny's ears.

Getting close is also troublesome. Parvati almost grabbed Fanny by the collar and asked her how she caught such a handsome man.After hearing the explanation that she was jealous of Fanny's "love affair", Fanny suggested that she simply slip and fall into Beauxbaton's crowd during the meal.

For the sake of their lives, the twins did not dare to do anything wrong in front of Fanny, but it is said that Mark once turned into a canary in front of everyone, and some people threatened that if he dared to be a flirtatious French boy, he would never want to change back.After the news got out, McGonagall was furious at them for destroying the friendship between international wizards. Fanny half-truthfully threatened the two of them to bury their broomsticks in the foundation, but she knew that they were protecting her, and she was very grateful of.

Harry was a little surprised at first, but quickly accepted and congratulated modestly, as did Amelia.Speaking of Amelia, there seems to be some invisible gap between her and Fanny, which has always been sparse.Fanny didn't intend to spend more energy to change this, anyway, the purpose of getting the two of them to communicate has been achieved, and the progress seems to be good.

Ron, on the other hand, asked questions like "how far has it progressed" and "have you kissed yet" regardless of the occasion, and gave obvious overreactions to the answers.And no matter what the answer was, the whole grade would know it within an hour after Ron heard it, and Fanny wanted to knock him out many times and stuff him into Mary Minnie's little black room.

Hermione's close attention was much more pleasant by comparison.After hearing the news that the two had officially started dating, she sighed inexplicably, "Fortunately, I thought you...", and then began to give Fanny various tricks to show her "female charm".

Although there are many small troubles, having a boyfriend still makes Fanny's campus life a lot better.

In non-essential situations, Fanny is the type who doesn’t bother to tell unless someone asks her, and doesn’t hide it if someone asks her. She happily treats herself as an experience that the former wild child and the current wizard can share. All shared.

Mark is a good listener, although the response given will not be as enthusiastic as Smith's before, but it is very comfortable.Fanny didn't ask much about Mark's past, she only knew that Mark also belonged to the ranks of the "privileged class", and his status as a warrior candidate was also related to this.

Correspondingly, he also has the knowledge and accomplishments in line with his class status.

"...a secluded lake with a dense birch forest on the shore. The birch forest in late autumn is colorful, the autumn wind blows gently, and the birch forest rustles... Our boat paddled quietly, the oars were soft, and the water waves Ripples, the nightingale in the forest is singing... At this time, there is no sadness or joy in your heart, only a faint, vague melancholy... Your eyes are full of tears, but they are not It will roll down, the tears will be gradually absorbed by the eyeballs, and will dry up by itself...In such an atmosphere, your heart can only be touched, only tender, and there is also a kind of...deep nostalgia. The boat gradually goes away, and the sound of oars Disappeared, the ripples disappeared on the water surface, taking away the touch, taking away the tenderness... What is left? Only the faint, vague melancholy lingers in my heart for a long time..."

The background music was "Boat Song". Fanny was stunned by Mark's commentary. She really didn't expect this playboy-looking guy to have such a deep understanding of music.

"Oh, well, it's really romantic." Fanny never forgot to spoil the atmosphere. After the song ended, she shrugged, "It's a pity that Tchaikovsky is not my type."

Mark felt a bit like Joy to her, with a funny conversation, a lot of knowledge, and an open-minded personality.And Mark was the first non-Muggle-born wizard Fanny met who really admired and valued Muggles—for example, he almost paranoidly believed that Muggle artists were much greater than wizard artists. The performances have been worked hard, garish and circus-like, and those Muggle artists are the models who are truly rooted in art and people.

Besides, Mark understood Fanny's independent personality better than anyone she'd ever known, and the two got along with ease.

In terms of outlook on life, the two also have quite a tacit understanding.

"Fanny, I realize that now I know a lot about you, but you hardly ask me about my past." One afternoon, the two were lazily leaning under the beech tree by the lake, Mark said.

"Honestly, I don't think that's my business." Fanny casually played with a straw stick.

"You don't seem to care about anything? For example, fate, future and love. What do you really care about?"

"If I have any experience with my own life, it is that the process in life is always more important than the result."

"I remember you also said that you approve of the practice that the result is more important than the process."

"This is the most effective way to achieve my goal, and of course I have no objection to it." Fanny thought about it for a while, then threw the stick, "The 'result' provides me with a direction, and I will choose The process I like is going in that direction, but, to me, the result is achieved or not, it is only part of the process. For example, when I want to eat cookies, 'the result is more important than the process' means that I Might choose to steal rather than work and earn money to buy. And 'the process is more important than the result' means that I not only enjoy the cookie I eat, but also enjoy the pleasure of stealing it."

"And whether you get the cookie or not, you'll enjoy stealing it," Mark laughs.

"Exactly. I should add that next time I want to experience the joy of working odd jobs to buy cookies, I will. And maybe I'll be generous enough to pay double."

"But I'm a result-oriented person," Mark said.

"Maybe you don't know yourself." Fanny disapproved, "Now you like me, and I like you, liking is a process. If you pay attention to results, you should plan to marry me. We will get married and have children after graduation. In the past few years, there have been a bunch of cubs. I hold a nurse in my hand, and there are several more around me, one with blond hair and the other with gray hair, from high to low, like a ladder..."

Mark laughed. "That's a horrible picture. I have to admit, I'm afraid I wouldn't find it interesting to get married and have kids now."

"So you admit that the process is more important than the result?"

"I think so. I've had a lot of... well, female companions in France. Because I love going around the Muggle world during my holidays, and I find it interesting to meet all kinds of people, including different types of the opposite sex." .I never thought about where to settle or what kind of girl to marry, I guess that's what you mean by 'experience'."

"Of course, it's one of them. But I have to admit that you are my first boyfriend. In case you think I am unattractive, I will say that the reason I stay single is that most of the boys I meet have IQ As stupid as blown by the wind."

"It's so mean, I want to protest on behalf of all the men you've ever met." Mark pointed Fanny's forehead, "I'm thinking, what kind of man can bear you?"

"Being able to travel across the world and become rich." Fanny joked.

"What if I say I have both?" Mark cupped Fanny's face.

"You have the entry qualifications for a certain period of becoming me, the length of which is to be determined." Fanny returned her unwavering gaze.

Under the mottled tree shadow, their lips met.None of them were prudish, and Fanny guessed she was experiencing what Parvati called an "incoming call."

Now that she was accompanied by a handsome man, Fanny naturally didn't need to worry about her dancing partner anymore.To her amusement and a little touch, Mark also made a rather formal invitation for this deserved result.

"Here."

The half-kneeling Mark looked suspiciously at the small ring made of grass leaves that Fanny handed to him, not knowing why.

"Give you a ring, and everyone passing by will believe that you are proposing." Fanny laughed.

"If it is true, will you agree?" Mark put the ring on Fanny's finger with a smile, "Miss Fanny Sanchez, are you willing to be my wife, my life and soul partner for life?"

Fanny's heart skipped a beat, and while praying that she had a thick skin, she responded with a smile: "Move faster, Mr. Donald."

"You want me to take it easy?"

"How can it be fun without a process?" Fanny put her hand on Mark's.

"Yes, my angel." Mark performed a standard hand kiss.

"By the way, I don't know how to dance, no matter what kind." Fanny blinked, "Do you regret it?"

"How can it be fun without a process?" Mark stood up, "Come on."

Under Mark's guidance, Fanny took jerky dance steps.In the bright afternoon sun, on the deserted grass by the lake, two figures were spinning.

Dancing is really exhausting work. Even if Fanny has the experience of walking non-stop for a month, she will almost collapse after an afternoon of special training.After saying goodbye to Mark, she immediately found a nearby armor, ignored its jingling protests, pulled its helmet and threw it on the ground, then sat on it, took off her shoes and rubbed her feet.

She just couldn't figure it out, Mark was obviously not much stronger than her in physical strength, he also danced all afternoon and was stepped on so many times, how could he be refreshed and graceful as usual?

"You should show him the way you are and see if he'll change his mind. But maybe not, maybe he's just one of those freaks who like rough girls."

Familiar with the sound of wanting to hit someone like a conditioned reflex, Fanny stopped her unfeminine actions, and put back the things in her hand that she obviously couldn't throw at the other person's face at will into her shoes.

"I think that the person who can endure you for so long is either out of his mind or qualified to win more admirers than that scarred head."

Taking a deep breath, Fanny felt that this guy must have been sent by Merlin to hone herself.

"Then you can give him a medal. Haven't you designed a lot for Harry recently? Although the popularity has declined after Harry successfully completed the first project, I think their designs still have a lot to point out." Yes, it's worth racking your brains. Speaking of vulgarity, I'm not the one who flaunts the words 'stinky shit' on my chest."

Snapped.Malfoyton felt a certain nerve in his head that maintains reason rang, and the words he said seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "... I hope you can still laugh after you know what your boyfriend is .”

"Being my boyfriend is enough. If he didn't have the potential to at least be a warrior, we wouldn't have met at all."

"Of course there is no doubt about it. Want to see his ex-girlfriends? I guess you'll have to use a few more hands to count them. To be honest, his taste has dropped a lot."

"What's the meaning of a man who is not passionate!" Fanny imitated Parvati's tune, and then her tone changed, "I know that the candidates for the Warriors are all future social elites, and it is very important to have a good relationship. But you are so concerned about their private life , Could it be... Hey, that's okay, personal orientation should be respected. But it's a pity that such a 'good' bloodline of the Malfoy family is cut off."

I don't know what words stimulated it, Malfoy's face trembled like neuralgia.

"That being said, the only thing I respect is orientation. If you want something from me, you have to grab it yourself. I won't give Mark to you."

"There's nothing wrong with my orientation!!" Malfoy growled unbearably, and said with a sullen face, "I hope you won't regret it when the time comes."

Seeing Malfoy striding away without turning his head, a sense of soreness rose from the bottom of Fanny's heart for some reason.Biting her lower lip, Fanny yelled at the back: "Whether he is a billionaire or a playboy, at least he has the same right to choose as I do. None of us have to marry someone right after graduation." Pure blood people get married, and they have devoted their lives to continuing their blood and family business since the age of 17. I don't even need to use my brain, I know that your dance partner is Pansy Parkinson. Are you even ready for the wedding dress? Let me tell you , I can never be sure who the next time will be with me, I never know what my future is, so I will always have many, many opportunities. I may marry Mark, or I may be tomorrow Parting ways with him are just two different processes. Regret is something that people do when their lives are predestined."

The sound of footsteps stopped, and the back was frozen there. With the always straight back and the raised chin, Fanny could almost see the pair of haughty gray eyes that never looked aside.

Then footsteps came again, and the boy's figure disappeared into the shadows.

Fanny suddenly realized that this was their first private conversation after that quarrel, and to be honest, it didn't end well.But in retrospect, in fact, this is also very normal. There is never a time when their intersection does not end in mutual attack.Even with Mrs. Evan and Orozko the youngest she had never done this before, and she was like a frightened hedgehog facing the boy, keeping everything away with her bristling spines.

She hated it, and Fanny knew it.Believe it or not, she hates the feeling of hurting someone else.Dumbing people is her specialty, but sometimes she would rather be dumb.What she envied Hermione the most was not Hermione's good mind, but that Hermione always lost to her in quarrels.Hermione never hurt anyone, but she couldn't do it anyway.

When facing Malfoy, she can't help but be possessed by the self she hates the most.She guessed that she wanted to keep Malfoy away, but when she thought about it, she had even entered the Chamber of Secrets, so she really didn't need to be afraid of a boy her age.

"Maybe I should look for Madam Pomfrey." Fanny rubbed her forehead and muttered to herself.