[HP] So you are such Anita

Although it was only a few days of substituting for the class, as Mrs. Asperger's owl flew into Professor Dumbledore's office every day with a leave note, Professor Tanggu also stayed at Hogwarts day after day.

The pine needles in the courtyard are covered with ice and snow, standing in front of the steps with the rime full of trees.

Hogwarts in winter was terribly quiet. It was a kind of tranquility where a storm was coming but not yet. Anita, who knew exactly what was about to happen, felt oppressed and out of breath.

She felt uncomfortable watching Zhuo Kule leisurely wandering around Hogwarts every day, and it made her even more uncomfortable that he showed no signs of moving.

It's not that she wants to stop Zhuo Kule from doing something. To be honest, she doesn't care much about the life and death of the wizarding world. Although she is a wizard, she thinks what Zhuo Kule said is right. At worst, she would give up her wand and treat herself as a Muggle Well, you can still live comfortably.

But she also knew that this was impossible, at least not for most wizards. When that day came and Muggles would become the masters of the next era, wizards and Muggles would definitely live forever.

And it was time for her to stand up and fight for the future of wizards, which is why Archibald waited until she ate Voldemort before crushing his soul.

She has indeed become as dazzling a figure as Potter, although not in the way she herself hoped.

It's ridiculous that she still wants to never participate in these bad things again, but how can she know that Grindelwald and the others are turning such a gear of fate, and no one can escape under the shadow that covers the whole world.

This is no longer a matter of whether she wants to or not, so she just hopes that it will come sooner, and don't let her endure this kind of suffering.

Anita stood in the courtyard and immersed herself in her own world, without paying any attention to the outside world.

Under the rime, Doris stepped onto the snow in the courtyard and released the golden butterfly in her hand.

The golden butterfly twirled among the branches and landed in Anita's hand, turning into a golden invitation letter, an invitation letter for the Christmas Ball in Field Manor.

"You seem to be too nervous recently, why not relax." Doris sat on the railing between the corridor and the courtyard.

Looking at the blond beauty sitting in front of her with a gentle smile, Anita was no longer as relaxed as before. Doris must know more than she did, but nothing could be seen on her face.

Doris has been very strange since she was a child, and Anita was not sure what she would think or do.

Of course Doris could see the scrutiny in Anita's eyes, when she didn't stop smiling, "I said don't be too nervous, now is not the time for us to play, when there are stronger monsters in the world, We should hide first, wait for them to disappear, and then we have the final say."

"The monster means... Archibald?"

"Not only, but you've seen them all," Doris counted. "Two ancestral dragons, one vampire, the last pillar of the ancient demon era."

Amanda still alive?Anita was a little surprised, the ancestral dragon bones were all on her ears, so could the ancestral dragon still be alive...

Perhaps another form of being alive?Anita remembered Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Then everything makes sense, Amanda will definitely attack Archibald, the wall between wizards and Muggles will be broken by the war of the two progenitor dragons, and a big war between wizards and Muggles will ensue .

Anita sometimes felt that she wasn't supposed to be so smart, and that it was a complete curse to watch disaster happen and be powerless to do anything about it.

It's like Trelawney's poor great-grandmother Cassandra, who can prophesy correctly but no one believes it, and lives a miserable life with extraordinary talents.

It's just that she didn't quite understand what kind of strong psychological quality it was that allowed Doris to smile calmly after knowing all this.

Is she really heartless and doesn't care about anything, or is she ready to deal with it?

Doris didn't continue to discuss the ancient monster with Anita. She just told Anita that they would leave for Field Manor on Christmas morning, and then got up and left.

On Christmas Day, Merlin sprinkled snow into Hogwarts as promised, and most of the students got up early in the morning to catch the earliest Hogwarts train before dawn.

Draco and the others left at that time, but they will also be seen in Field Manor later.

This time the Christmas Ball was held in Doris' name, announcing to the wizarding world that she was about to become the new helm of Gringotts.

The road to Field Manor is still as long as in memory, and outside the window is snow and fairy dust flying around.

This time, the carriage they were riding in drove directly to the gate of the Field Mansion, and the goblins put away the previous infinite loop of teasing tricks, looking very solemn.

Tom stood in the auditorium, waiting for them. He hadn't seen him for a long time. He packed his clothes more elegantly, and he also wore a gold-rimmed monocle, which made him look like a beast in clothes.

Tom just smiled and nodded at Anita, and took Doris to the second floor to prepare her prom speech.

Anita and Doyle can move freely now, as long as they don't disturb the goblins' arrangement, no one will take care of them.

Field Manor is now full of goblins. They can use magic to decorate the whole manor with two hands. One can imagine how terrible the goblins with magic wands were when the goblins fought back then, and how depraved the wizards are now.

Gavin tricks Doyle into the sky to cast Fairy Dust, and Nelson suddenly appears in front of Anita.

It held a rose nervously and handed it to Anita, "Someone wants to see you."

After speaking, it disappeared shyly, leaving only a piece of pink fairy dust in the air.

The roses lead Anita to the garden, where the ice sculptures of Fields of the past are wandering around, beside a fountain that is still sparkling in the cold winter, a pearly white ghost wearing a pointed wizard hat and traditional complicated wizard robes is walking around. Sitting in a garden chair and watching her.

It's Mrs. Gutaluf again, she was a member of the Field family

Anita walked up to her with a rose in her hand and handed it to her.

Mrs. Gutaluf took the rose, and the bright red rose faded in the snow and turned pearly white in Mrs. Gutaluf's hands, just like the portrait that Tom opened at the beginning.

"Who are you?" Anita asked.

"He who forgives the world," Mrs. Gutaluf replied calmly, "I hope you choose to forgive."

"You are very strange, no one has hurt me, who am I going to forgive?" Anita sat on the garden chair opposite Mrs. Gutaluf.

"Really?" Mrs. Gutaruff looked at Anita, "Forgive your parents, they abandoned you; forgive your grandfather, they designed your future; forgive the ignorant people, they fear your power... I hope you choose to forgive."

"So you can really forgive? As a witch who was burned alive on the stake by the Muggles she saved?" Anita was displeased with the inexplicable preaching.

"I am not qualified to forgive them. The epidemic was spread by Faol. Although I have made some remedies, I can't restore the dead. My life is not enough to compensate them." Gutaluf Madame looked at her roses calmly.

The anger that had just ignited in Anita's heart was instantly cooled by these words. She really never knew her grandfather.

"Fao once saw the future of wizards. He wanted to know whether the future in the prophecy could be changed or not. He focused on the prophecy itself and didn't care about the future of this world. But I do, I don't want to see the world change from I don’t want to see so many souls disappear from the world.” Gutaluf’s eyes were a little sad, “You are a knife made by Faol and Archibald, and they will kill you before they leave. Plant the seeds of hatred in your heart, and if you don't choose to forgive, then it's the chaos Archibald wanted."

"So do you know what kind of hatred is? If you tell me now, maybe I can accept the truth calmly." Anita looked a little uncertain.

"Sorry, I don't know, I only hope you choose to forgive."

When Draco found Anita, she was sitting quietly by the fountain pond, thinking about something, her long rose-brown hair covered in fairy dust.

Draco sat quietly beside her, leaned out, and tilted his head to observe her pensive state.

"Draco," Anita said his name calmly, and Draco immediately sat down and looked at her squarely, "Do you know about my parents?"

Draco froze for a moment, then shook his head at Anita.

"You will know about my parents soon." Anita smiled, just as she didn't know Faol, she didn't feel that Faol knew her well, she didn't treat Faol as she seemed. Parents have great obsessions, and they are not people like Tom who are naturally cold-blooded and can start revenge on the world with just a little reason.

Moreover, she actually remembered it, although she told everyone that she didn't remember it, but how could she forget such a memory.

Although she showed infinite joy and longing when everyone occasionally mentioned her parents, she knew that there might be only sadness between her parents.

She saw Alice slit her wrist with black magic in front of her, and the bright red blood flowed from the wound that could not heal, and soon stained the whole carpet red. Depressed and committed suicide because of the longing, that is not the appearance of a longing person.

Her mother's breath is full of self-loathing and uncontrollable guilt.

She didn't try to stop her mother, she thought it might be a good thing for her mother, who had been in pain since her father's death, to leave here.

So when Heinrich and Wollrich rushed in, they only saw Alice lying on the carpet and Anita sleeping soundly on the rocker.

They thought Alice left while she was taking a nap, but in fact she climbed into her rocker and fell asleep after her mother left.

For many years, she never took the initiative to bring up her father and mother, because she knew that it was not a very pleasant topic, and it was like this for everyone.