[Comprehensive HP colleagues] That year

After leaving the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius sent Lynn home.In the evening breeze, they walked slowly on the green path of Godric's Hollow, enjoying the last time of the day, and finally arrived outside the courtyard of Bagshot's house.

"Lynn, the Auror Department gave us a ten-day vacation. James intends to fix his 'deer shed' within these ten days, so I will come to Godric's Hollow early tomorrow morning to help James. I will I'll ask you to come and have lunch with us again sometime." Sirius said, holding Lynn's hand.

"Yes." Lynn nodded.

"Don't read files all night, pay attention to your body."

"kindness."

"James' new home is about to be completed, and you should also pack up your things in advance, and you can move in when James moves out."

"Yeah?"

Seeing Lynn's reaction, Sirius pinched her nose amusedly: "After James moves in, don't you want me to live in the apartment alone?"

Lynn's face flushed slightly: "Who is not willing? Don't be smug. Before your room was messy, you still blamed James. Now, I want to see if it's okay for you to live in that place alone Get clean."

"No, of course not, that's why the place desperately needs a mistress." Sirius said exaggeratedly.

Lynn was amused by Sirius, and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense here, I'm going in." Then he stepped into the yard.

Sirius held Lynn back: "I'm not being talkative, I'm telling the truth, you will move in when the time comes, right?"

Lynn stopped, raised his head on purpose, and made a critical look: "It depends on how well you clean up the room. I won't move into a kennel."

"Don't worry, I will definitely tidy up your room spotlessly and wait for you." Sirius said excitedly.

Lynn didn't speak, just smiled and lowered his head.The two of them just held hands and stood quietly outside the courtyard without speaking for a while.

"It's late, I should go in, and you should go back quickly. Be careful on the road."

"Well, then, good night."

"Good night."

Sirius kissed Lynn's forehead and saw Lynn enter the gate, so he left reluctantly.

Lynn tiptoed upstairs to go to her room, but the light in the living room suddenly turned on, and Bathilda sat on the sofa and looked at her incredulously, saying: "The boy who brought you back tonight is your boyfriend?"

"Teacher? You haven't slept yet." Lin En was a little embarrassed to be caught.

"I was going to sleep, but then I felt thirsty and went down to get a glass of water, and then I saw you and that young man outside the yard looking reluctant to part."

"Teacher!" Lynn's face became hot.

"Come on, come on, I can't sleep now anyway, tell me, how did you meet that young man? You are my apprentice, how can I pass it if I don't check it out for you?"

"I...we are classmates at Hogwarts." Lynn replied a little stutteringly, she had no experience of confessing her relationship to her elders in her two lifetimes.

"Oh, most of the couples met at Hogwarts. That kid is very handsome. A man who is too handsome is unreliable. You have to be careful that he will change his mind when he is different."

Lynn was a little embarrassed, but he still said firmly: "No, Sirius and I have experienced a lot of things, and he is definitely not the kind of person who sees things differently."

"What is his job?"

"Auror."

"Auror?" Bathilda shook her head like a rattle, "This is really not a good job...it's dangerous, too dangerous, especially in this turbulent moment right now...and anyone who can be selected as an Auror has someone People with great ability, they tend to be arrogant and arrogant... It is dangerous to be with such people, child, if they get angry with you, it may cause a disaster... a very terrible disaster..."

Listening to the teacher's rambling, Lin En was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Son, I'm not scaremongering. I'm more than 100 years old, who hasn't seen it? This is all from my experience. I have come into contact with so many big people. The more capable wizards, the less able they are. days of peace."

Lynn looked at Bathilda's worried look, and a warm current flowed through her heart.After losing her parents, she is the closest thing to her relatives.She smiled and said to Bathilda: "I also know that in the eyes of many people, Sirius and I are not compatible at all. He is an adventurer who can't rest for a moment, and I can do research with peace of mind." If there were no Voldemort and this war, maybe we would not have identified each other as our lifelong partners so quickly. In the sixth grade, Lily, who is a very good friend of mine, once asked me: The war will end one day, but Sirius' adventure will not end. Will I be able to guard him then? To be honest, I didn't know how to answer at that time, but now, I think clearly. Sirius, he It is the person who makes my life more colorful. It is true that I can endure loneliness and I am not a person who pursues much, but this does not mean that I am not envious of that wonderful life in my heart. Sirius He brought me into that kind of life, and he made my life so smooth, I am willing to take risks with him, because as long as he is there, I will have no fear in my heart. He is a gift from God to me, and my Existence also makes him always have a sense of proportion in the center of non-stop adventures, learn to relax, and learn to appreciate the beauty of tranquility. We understand each other and appreciate each other. I don’t think there is anyone in this world who is more suitable for each other than us.”

After hearing what Lynn said, Bathilda opened her mouth and sighed: "I didn't expect that, you think so. You and that young man are really like my husband and I when we were young."

"Mr. Bagshot? He..." Lynn hesitated to speak.

"You really want to know our story, don't you? I saw it when I took you to visit his grave that day." Bathilda smiled.Lynn nodded a little embarrassedly.

"Then let me tell you about my youth today. I'm afraid no one cares about these past events except you. Let me tell you, one day I die in the future, you can write me a biography or something of."

"Teacher! Why do you..." Lin En's complexion immediately turned bad when he heard the word "death".

"Lyn, there's nothing to be taboo about. People say that you can live a hundred years, but I have already lived a hundred years. I have tasted the ups and downs of life, the ups and downs. To me, death is like doing It's as simple as a dream."

Lynn was still very uncomfortable.Even if she had died once, she could not understand what death really means to the dead.She only knew that for the living, the dead would always be the pain in their hearts.However, out of respect for the teacher, she didn't say anything more, but began to listen to Bathilda talk about her "back then".

"That was about 100 years ago." Bathilda's voice was clear, without the procrastination that people of this age are used to, "You know, when I was young, I was Beauxbaton's professor of the history of magic. Although magic History isn't a particularly popular subject, but I think I'm doing okay, at least not with students who are as lethargic in my class as they were in Old Binns. But to be honest, the teachers weren't what I was back then. The ideal career in mind. At that time, few students worked immediately after graduation, and people believed in "reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles". After graduation, it was a tradition at that time to travel around the country for two years. But I There was no such opportunity. The year I graduated, there was a serious accident at home, my parents were killed on the spot, and my only five-year-old sister, Sophia, became a sleeper."

"Sleepman?" Lynn questioned because of this new term.

"That's a very rare state of existence." Bathilda explained, "Sleeping people are often formed because their brains have been damaged, and the symptoms are that they will fall into a long sleep, as short as two or three days, and as long as It can last for more than a year, but it can only last for a short time every time I wake up, as short as five or six minutes, and as long as five or six hours. This disease is not incurable. For those mild patients, such as my sister ——She only needs to sleep for two days to wake up, and then stay awake for four or five hours ——As long as the back of the head is soaked in a special healing liquid during sleep, their brain damage will gradually heal, and the sleep time will gradually Reduce until you are cured. However, the price of that liquid is really expensive. What makes Sophia's problem more difficult than normal is that she is a Squib, and like those Muggles, without the liquid, she will be forever I can't wake up. I have no choice, I have to give up the graduation travel plan that is tantamount to burning money, and find a job with a good salary as soon as possible to maintain Sophia's treatment expenses. St. Mungo can't let me owe it for too long."

"Just when I was at my wit's end, Professor Binns, who wasn't a ghost back then, wrote to tell me that Beauxbatons was in dire need of a new History of Magic teacher. They weren't going to take fresh graduates. , especially not a French student. But my history of magic grades are really good, and I speak French very well (my mother is half French), so Professor Binns recommended me to them. Then, miraculously, I got Beat out three other contenders, got the job, and sat on it for ten years."

"Merlin took care of me. In the seventh year after my parents died, Sophia finally recovered to full health. Then I found a tutor for her. She was a bright girl who quickly finished her Muggle primary school. Then I successfully entered a very good Muggle middle school and lived the life of normal Muggles. And I finally breathed a sigh of relief, I don't have to worry about treatment money anymore, but can Live the days I want to live."

"Out of gratitude to the school and to save for Sofia's tuition, I stayed at Beauxbatons for another three years. After the school finally found a very suitable successor, I resigned and started to postpone the full ten years. I traveled around the world in [-]. In the third year of traveling, I met Jeff, my future husband, in Rome. He took care of a monster for me, and I fell in love with him at first sight. I told him that I was going to write a book about magic. Shi’s books, traveling around to collect materials. He replied that he is also a writer, and this time he went out to find materials, but the subject matter he was interested in was crime-solving stories. After that, we went together for more than half a year. Well, he took me to places I wouldn't have dared to go, but amazingly, with him by his side, the dangers felt like exciting challenges, not scary at all. .That's why I say, you and that boy are very similar to my husband and I when we were young." Bathilda smiled reminiscently.

"We hit it off as a couple pretty quickly, and he proposed to me towards the end of our trip. Then we got married in his hometown, here in Godric's Hollow, and settled here, each Started our respective writing careers. We are each other’s first readers, giving comments and drawing more inspiration from each other’s works from time to time. Of course, there is little Sophia, who lives with us, Naturally optimistic, she is our little lark, who brings countless laughs every day, and Jeff never dislikes her status as a squib, and even uses her as the prototype of the heroine's sister in his novels."

As Bathilda spoke, the look of nostalgia on her face grew stronger, but Lin En felt a little sad in her heart.She had gone with Bathilda to Mr. Jeff Bagshot's grave, so she knew that the man had been dead nearly sixty years. For 60 years, Bathilda has been guarding their former home.Their feelings made Lynn unconsciously remember a very poignant old oriental proverb mentioned by Alison, a girl with a quarter of Chinese descent: Once the sea was too difficult to equal the water.

Next, Bathilda narrated the details of her and her husband's life, which made Lynn fully understand why people say that older people like to recall the past, and the more distant things, the clearer they remember them.She talked about how Jeff "picks" every one of her historical biographies; how Jeff's novels became popular in the Muggle world, and how he became a dramatic Special Adviser to Muggle Scotland Yard; on how they had always regretted not having a child of their own; on Jeff's long-lost friendship with the blue-eyed auburn-haired kid next door, and her hard-won friendship with the kid's mother, Kendra; To how Jeff and James' grandfather Henry Potter, the head of the Wizengamot at the time, jointly convened a group of wizard volunteers to help the innocent Muggle civilians who suffered in the Muggle World War I, and finally died of Muggle stray bullets ; of her great-nephew whom she had been ashamed all her life to have entrusted to Candela; The duel of the century in 1945.

For the first time, Lynn felt so deeply that the teacher's life experience is no less than that of any great man.She is not only a recorder of history, but also a creator of history.Lin En was thinking, when she herself lived to the age of reminiscing about the past, would her "back then" be as magnificent as the teacher's?Also, the story about the "blue-eyed, auburn-haired kid" that the teacher said shocked Lynn too much. She never thought that such a person who seemed to live in the clouds was once captured by the teacher when she was young. Reality hit hard.The person you love the most in this world is the one who hurt you the most. When you needed him the most, he gave you a backhand knife, and then walked away without looking back...

So that night, she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The author has something to say: I am back, one day later than expected.

In fact, this chapter should be regarded as a side story of Bathilda.Also, no one needs me to explain who the "blue-eyed auburn-haired kid" is?