Wild child

For Fanny, the new journey began much more quickly.

With her solid knowledge of herbal medicine and her eyesight from dealing with different types of medicinal material dealers, she passed all the way and obtained the qualification to enter the Elibi team.The name of this top herbal science team in the UK was obviously given by a rich and old-fashioned sponsor. The main task was to find incredible medicinal materials in various incredible places according to the calculations of the relevant team and to live or at least It is a sample to bring back.

One of the few people who knew her well enough to predict how much she loved the job.

Five years after joining, the former team leader Brian Baker was killed in an operation to explore the Eyjafjallah volcano. The team, which was still in the experimental stage, suffered a fatal blow. Several key members left the team and the amount of funding dropped sharply.Fanny stood up as one of the youngest members in the panic, dealt with all kinds of ways, and took over the position of team leader.

Her second mission was to collect herbs and soil samples in a valley in the middle of the Ural Mountains, surrounded by some kind of ancient magical place, which triggered some interesting phenomena that attracted the attention of both wizarding and Muggle scientific communities.So the team ran into trouble at the beginning of the mission: the magic field interfered with apparation, and the only way to enter it was guarded by a Muggle army.

Fanny asked others to set up camp first, then wandered over to investigate and brought back information—the defense was tight, but not unshakable.

You can use the other party's chief as a breakthrough point. This dude has liked two things all his life - women and wine.

"As you like, we can at least satisfy one of them." She said calmly, and before the team members started thinking about it, they took out more than a dozen bottles from their pockets and arranged them neatly in a row. "Sherry, tequila, vodka, Chinese baijiu, gin, scotch."

After another soft sound of the bottom of the bottle colliding with the ground, she took out the last two bottles, shook them, and smiled treacherously: "The original Dr. bourbon whiskey has an alcohol content of more than [-]%. Which one do you think is better?" "

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It took half an hour to select the wine, followed by the pre-war mobilization.

"Well, I guess I won't be able to wake up for a while this time. The group leader, Alicia, will do it first. If it's more than two days, give me a little mandala, and I won't wake up after another day," she shrugged. Shrugged, "Then just find a place to bury me, and the rest of the wine belongs to you, and can be used to celebrate Alicia's conversion."

The crowd fell silent again.

"Why not solve the problem in a simpler way?" Alicia Fisher, her designated successor, pointed out rather bluntly, "Maybe you haven't noticed, but the tents are full of wizards."

"Well..." She put her face into a serious look, "First of all, they have more than twice the number of us, and they are all trained. If we can't get them all before they react- let me Saying that it's impossible in every way - they'll probably notify their superiors and find ourselves in a war when we're done and trust me, you don't like fighting with big batches of marijuana Second, if the situation escalates, even if we dodge successfully, the Accident Reversal Team and the International Affairs Department will strangle us all. Finally," she made a miserable grimace, "Maybe you didn't notice, I'm the team leader, so far."

So that night, she went to the drinking table with a commando team composed of three members who had enough alcohol and guts, and "connected with each other" with the Muggle leader and his two friends.Their occupations have made the three soldiers not good at talking. They are probably bored in such a ghostly place. When they heard that someone invited them to drink, they became excited. They stared at the bottle as soon as the table was served. Patiently rubbing his huge palms, he didn't bother to talk about the scene.

Then save the nonsense, she picked up a bottle of Chinese baijiu and unscrewed the bottle cap boldly with her bare hands, and lowered her neck for half a bottle.

Then there is the traditional pushing cups and changing cups, and mutual complaints.When there are many men and wine, the atmosphere can easily become heated, and within two hours several people become a bunch of drunks.As the only remaining woman but the main force, she drank 2 bottles of tequila and knocked down the team leader. After drinking with another person, she drank another bottle of bourbon.

When she woke up two and a half days later, she was already on the mountain. There was only one left-behind team member Bruce Johnson in the camp and her supervisor and her night-time drinking buddy Vasily.

Vasily, who was roasting—some kind of bear meat—warmly greeted her who was clutching her head and knocked out of the tent. I have to say that not only did she have no capacity for alcohol, but she also recovered surprisingly quickly, sleeping all night He was alive and kicking and had a great appetite.

She was dizzy and turned around in a circle, until she suddenly stopped when she was facing the west—that direction was facing the opening of the valley, and the setting sun, which had lost all its warmth, was slowly sinking behind the mountains with a grand and tragic atmosphere.

"Oh, that's why I love this ghost place." Vasily leaned over to stand beside her, and said with emotion.

Regardless of his emotions, she stared blankly at the still bright and dazzling sphere for a while, then her body suddenly slumped down without warning, and there was a bang between the elbows tightly hugging her head.

Then the sound quickly got out of control, and howling wailing echoed throughout the valley.

Thinking she was under attack, Bruce threw the condiment and drew his wand in fright and rushed over, then joined the stunned Vasily.

The team members who made the initial detection on the mountain rushed back to the camp early because of the scary movement, and she managed to control herself before they arrived.After scooping up a handful of snow and burying her face in it for a while, she raised her head and tossed her short hair back, and returned to her usual appearance—it didn't take much effort to hide her red eyes.

In order to save Vasily the trouble of explaining to Vasily the source of the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables in his pocket, dinner consisted only of large roasts.She took a wooden stick and sat with half a bear's leg on one side of the fire, roasting, cutting, eating, and waiting, leaving room for the team members to huddle together to exchange gossip and draw lots.

Not only her, everyone knew that before the meal was over, someone would come over and ask questions. The only problem was who to choose.The professional characteristics of wandering around in remote and closed areas all day lead to the members of the group having an unusual desire to absorb and share new information-to put it simply, people here take other people's pain as a drink and meal when they have nothing to do.If there is something unpleasant to say, everyone is happy, it is hard work, black humor is also humor.

Of course, it takes courage to be the first person to ask a question. It is not empty talk to shoot the top bird, not to mention that the target is the captain who is known for his cold-blooded calmness-it is true that she has no heart, no lungs and no temper when there is no need to confront, but in Anyone in the team who has lived to have a little knowledge knows YoudonotmesswithSanchez (Don't Mess with Sanchez).

The brave Vasily solved the troubles of the team members.

"What's the matter with you today, Fan?" He moved to Fanny's side, asking questions in blunt English, and at the same time poured a glass of wine carelessly. "What could make you so sad?"

She took the wine that belonged to her, and took another gulp despite the hangover and headache, "It's nothing, I just miss a boy very much all of a sudden."

"Oh." The gathered team members exclaimed in small voices.

Vasily sighed in his native language, and put on a clear and meaningful smile: "He must be very cute."

"Incomparable."

This passage in the book is narrated by Bruce Johnson, who is already an authority in the field of herbal medicine. According to his recollection, after that, the speculation in the team about the "incomparably cute boy" has never stopped.When she left the group, it was even inferred that she was finally planning to marry her obsessive sweetheart.

No matter how other people inquired about it, she always kept her mouth shut.There has never been a lot of gossip about her, but there are really not many things she refuses to mention.Based on the analysis of various signs, the speculation of this candidate is becoming more and more concentrated.

Now, nearly half a century later, the person whose name appears most frequently in such discussions is rubbing the pages of the book, her eyes fixed on her phrase "Incomparable".Draco thought with interest, if she knew that he defined the boy who was given such a high evaluation as himself in the first place, she would laugh out of breath, and at the same time, she would not forget to cough Between the pauses, he squeezed out a few intermittent ridicules about "Malfoy's hopelessly arrogance".

He tried to picture the face that had appeared in dreams countless times in his mind, imagining its weak and broken expression, and imagining tears streaming from those dark eyes.

- can't do it.

She never showed weakness in front of him, not even when it was over.He remembered that her firmness guided his indecision, her calmness supported his brink of collapse, and her coldness cut off his reluctance.

Maybe that's why she loves wandering so much.Neither Draco nor her friends and family would know how deeply she was hurt, but the wind that passed through the ancient valleys knew, the snow that was dyed gold by the setting sun knew, and the big, fiery soldier knew.

She said she couldn't tell whether she loved him more or his love, and now he found he couldn't tell whether he had loved a lonely and desolate soul or a real girl who might become his wife.The girl would weep, she would withdraw, she would be afraid, she would be dazed, she would love him but she would be full of doubts and insecurities.

In a way, this book made him know her again, in a way and angle that he never had before.It's hard to say if this was a surprise to him.But in any case, all those questions have long since ceased to matter.The choice has been made, and a series of changes have already taken place. It may be good to look back on the road you came from occasionally for a while, but it is meaningless to stop for this.

After all, life is a one-way street.

And then later, 28 years of wandering without trace, 15 years of creation that became a household name, ended in noise and silence.The falcon, which has flown all over the world, rests at last on a fir-wooded highland at the northern end of the Pennines.

Everything is done according to her will, there is no funeral, no cemetery, all the creatures on that land can rest here; the magic she cast during her lifetime ensures that no one can paint her, and there are very few pictures of her. Rarely; she didn't give anyone a separate entrustment, and only briefly explained that she would leave all her property to Infinit.

She left cleanly, leaving almost nothing but memories.

But maybe this is enough, the highland is quiet because it is difficult to reach, but there is never a lack of visits from people who really miss and understand.These people were all empty-handed, because she knew that she, who loves plants the most, would never be happy to see someone send cut flowers and stems to her.

The last page of the biography is a picture, and out of respect, the author still chose to have the plateau drawn rather than photographed.

The snow-covered glade shows no traces of turning over, and the straight trunks of the surrounding fir trees are layered on top of each other, gradually turning into a blurred background in the depths of the forest shadows.In the center of the clearing is a piece of uncarved rock that seems to have been found in a hurry. When you look closely, you can find that the natural and smooth lines perfectly blend into the surrounding environment, and it is by no means a careless choice.

Luoxue glowed with a soft silver-white cold light, reflecting the short three-line inscription on the tablet.

FannyCrystalIsabellaSanchez

1980-2043

New Journey Begins

“During Fanny Sanchez’s tenure, Infinit received a total of 16 students from 1089 races, including 734 graduates. We hope to list a number of elites in various fields to prove the value of this school, but it is difficult to It is a pity that most of them chose to live in isolation after a brief attempt to integrate into normal wizarding society, while others became ordinary members of the world. Quite a few human students returned to the world after leaving Infinit. Originally a life of killing and brutality. Does this mean that Ms. Sanchez's efforts are pointless? I believe readers are in their own judgment. But whether you agree with it or not, Infinit is there, just like her founder .”

This is what Skeeter said in the epilogue. The passage of time failed to wash away her vigor, but it also left obvious traces.Readers who have read enough of her writing in her prime will never imagine that one day Rita Skeeter will express herself in such a peaceful and unassuming manner.

This is time, an incomparable force.

However, there are also standing reefs in the turbulent river, and some things will not change with the passage of time.

She once said that her life is composed of one process after another, there is no difference between good and bad, only the difference in feeling.So, as she expected, she played different roles, experienced different processes, and looked at the world with clean eyes every day of her life, until the end—it was also the beginning of another new journey.

She's always been the kid who left the candy store smiling, empty-handed, but with the whole world.

That child will never grow up, no matter how deep the water is, the cloud will come and go.

Draco closed the pages for the last time. The dark brown color of the back cover was the same as that of the front cover, reflecting a dull luster under the light. The surface without any modification felt rough to the touch. In his hands, it was like an old wooden door that had just been closed. .

He left the book on the table, got up and opened the curtains of the study.

Most of the third day after receiving the package has passed, the sky outside the window is rare blue, and the sunlight illuminates every particle of suspended dust clearly.This reminded him to remember the same afternoon, under the tall beeches beside the black lake, the warm breeze blew through the treetops and moved the forest shadows.Fragmented but bright and dazzling light spots swayed in her pupils, like sparks burning.

That was the beginning of their long entanglement.

In Draco's youthful dreams, there was always a girl's back: she walked through the wet and muddy river valley, and the dry reeds rubbed the ends of her hair lightly; On the bustling streets, the sweet smell of waffles and chocolate climbed to the corners of the clothes; walking through the sea of ​​flowers where wild bees were flying, girls wearing wreaths were playing around.He stood there staring, as if watching a beautiful but sad pantomime.

Now, the curtain falls silently.

The door of the study was gently pushed open, and he was very familiar with the footsteps and breath of the visitor.

Soft hands covered his eyes, massaging gently.The voice of Astoria rang in my ears. After nearly half a century, it is still as quiet and lively as a mountain stream.

"Afternoon tea is ready, the weather is fine today, shall we drink it in the garden?"

"Okay."

(End of the article)