On such sunny afternoons, Charles usually chooses to spend his afternoon tea time lying on a lounge chair in the garden in a particularly comfortable position. He usually drinks a cup of hot tea and always has a good book open on his lap. In the early years, Harry would read with him in his arms. Now, Na in his arms, Erik is responsible for cleaning the house.
"Then the queen said to the hero that I love you... Oh, my God, look who's coming, come in." Charles was halfway through reading to the little girl, when a silver figure stood at the back door of the garden. Charles quickly called him in, and the little girl happily ran to the big brother she liked.
"Peter!" Na was lifted up and spun around, giggling, "Good afternoon!"
"Good afternoon to you too," Peter kissed her cheek, "Hi Charles."
"I remember you said you were going home today," Charles asked with concern, "How is your injury?"
"It's nothing, she's been fine a long time ago." Peter walked in with his little princess in his arms. The child's bones were so weak that he only dared to walk at a normal speed, but he was content with it. "Well... I have something to ask you, Charles, you Are you free now? Are you free to go back to school? Or at any other time...for example, I can come back when you want to go to school in a few days."
"Come, sit here, my child." Charles said very gently. He always treated Peter closer than many students, so he patted the chair next to him, motioned for Peter to sit down and said, "Put the nag down and sit on the chair." Go up, look at Charles's face uneasily, but his tone is extremely urgent, "You have to help me with this, Charles, listen, I have a sister——"
"What do you have?" Erik came out of the house carrying the fruit, put it on the table and casually wiped the water on his hands on the apron around his waist.
"I……"
r looked at the apron around his waist in shock, and couldn't say a word for a long time. He felt that somewhere in his heart, the image of Erik was slowly collapsing.
"Don't be like this," Charles smiled and pushed Erik, asking him to go in and take off his apron. He turned to Peter and said, "You know what," "He just wants to make people laugh, don't worry about it."
r shook his head like crazy. He didn't know what he wanted to express. He didn't care or didn't understand.
"You just said you have a sister." Charles kindly gave him a fresh start.
"Uh...Okay, let's go back and start over, Charles, I have a sister." Peter said after recovering from the shock, "She is mine...she was born with me, in my **** □, ah, no, I stayed in her □ for about nine months, and then our mother was born prematurely——"
Erik was a little confused by his confusing description: "...What exactly does he mean?"
Charles: "I think what he means is that she is his twin sister."
"That's what it means to me." Peter licked his chapped lips, "I have a sister, but I don't know where she is. My mother just told me that she was taken away when she was a child. Charles... I need to find her. she!"
"Don't worry, don't worry," Charles comforted him, "Maybe you can come to my study and talk about this. Do you have any photos of her?"
r almost knelt down to him: "She - she was taken away right after she was born. How can I have a photo of her?!"
"Well, it's my fault - do you know her name? What is your sister's name? What might she look like?"
"Wanda." Peter said quickly, "Her name is Wanda, and she has... the same long brown hair as my mother. Also, my mother said that my sister can tell that she looks like her when she was a child. Maybe when she grows up, That's right too. She'll be a mutant, I'm sure, Charles."
"Okay." Charles handed him a cup of tea, "What about your mother's photo? Did you bring it over?"
"...I brought it here." Peter was a little nervous, "But I can only... no, I mean, I will show it to you later."
He kept beating the drum in his mind, wondering if bringing his mother's photo was the right choice.
Will erik remember? Will he remember his mother? The woman he had a normal relationship with but ran away from... Maybe he remembers it, maybe he doesn't remember it. He can't tell for sure.
He felt ashamed from the bottom of his heart - at this moment, he actually felt that maybe the best outcome was that Erik didn't remember what his mother looked like.
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"Are you sure we are really in hogwarts!!!!" screamed crazily, "We have been falling!!! We were on the second floor just now!! There is no way hogwarts has such a thick floor!"
"Maybe it's because this idiot hasn't woken up yet." He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Stop talking, there is no oxygen here, silly girl!"
They fell for about thirty seconds. During this process, Harry slept strangely and sweetly, but the other two felt that their hearts were about to jump out of their throats - this high-speed movement similar to bungee jumping was really challenging. .
They felt like they were passing through layer after layer of things that were heavier than air and softer than soil. They kept falling, and the air was squeezed out of their chests bit by bit - until they fell into a horribly cold place. Only then did it stop falling.
——Because Harry finally woke up. In other words, he woke up from the cold.
As a result, they fell heavily into the pool on an unknown floor. Biting cold was not enough to describe the feeling. Almost immediately, Harry woke up and had to signal in the dark water that he felt like coming ashore, so Harry held their hands again in a daze and led them ashore.
"What happened? Where is here... Oh, my head hurts..." He covered his head and said in pain, and sneezed loudly, "? Why do we come here? It's so cold here." Got it!"
"You! Like an idiot! You don't know anything! Really!!!" He was simply convinced. "You didn't understand the situation from beginning to end, right?"
"I thought we were in the stadium." Harry hugged himself and shivered, his lips turning white from the cold. He looked around the dark place and whispered, "Where are we?"
"The devil knows." They twisted their cloaks hard. Falling into the water in winter couldn't be worse. Their clothes became cold and heavy after being soaked up by the cold water. The young master of the Alfoy family, who had been pampered since he was a child, had never felt this way. It was such a terrible experience, "granr, you owe me this once!"
She was coughing desperately. When she sank to the bottom of the water, she choked on a lot of water and coughed until her face turned red. She rolled her eyes and coughed harder. Harry quickly patted her back a few times to help her breathe.
"We fell faster than that ghost could pull us," she said after catching her breath. "Did we get rid of him?!"
Standing on tiptoes and looking around, his gaze was fixed on the ceiling or not: "He doesn't seem to be following - but what the hell is this place? Where did Hogwarts come from?"
"I'm sorry?" Harry was extremely confused, "Can anyone give me a brief summary of the situation?"
"There is no such thing. The actual situation is that a ghost wants to take Granr away, and you sleep like a pig while standing up. If it weren't for me, we would have to finish playing together." His face was expressionless, "Your ability to walk through walls depends on your ability. You can still dig holes when you get up - how many levels underground have we reached?!"
"...I think I'd better go first, hello!" Harry said while sneezing, "Take you up!"
"Is this how you use this ability to keep yourself from being late?!" Recalling what he said to Harry just now, his eyes widened, "You are so cunning!"
"Please don't start," Harry said painfully, "Can we go up first?"
"I'm afraid not."
A voice answered him, startling him. The wings that were growing on his back spread out quickly, instinctively covering the sides like a bird protecting a child, and he himself was also blocked by the wings. front and behind.
"Who!" he pulled out his wand and asked tremblingly. He was still a little timid, but at this time he was rare and unyielding. His gray-blue eyes moved around vigilantly, trying to see clearly what was surrounding him. Then he suddenly raised his voice, "Merlin, what are you growing, Harry!!"
"It's just a pair of wings," Harry said. "Honestly, are you going to go up there without them? I can't teleport right now. It's too unstable. I don't know where I will go."
"It's so beautiful..." He looked at the pair of wings as if he was possessed, his eyes were mesmerized, "This is... incredible, Harry!"
His eyes gradually softened as he looked at the rare thing, and he snorted: "You look like a girl from a Muggle church painting."
"I'll just take this sentence...well, think of it as you complimenting me like an angel." Harry said.
"You'd better stop chatting here." The unknown voice said to them, "The kid among you looks like he's going crazy."
"Are you having a fever?!"
"Oh my God, you have a fever!"
and shouted at the same time. The two people stretched out their hands to test the temperature and overlapped on Harry's head. The girl's voice even contained a cry.
"It's all my fault!"
"Don't be stupid, Jack-of-all-trades," he said impatiently. "He can still fly up if he falls with him. Look at these wings. What else can you do besides cry?"
The ghost floated down from the ceiling - let's call it that - shining with the luster of a ghost. He looked at them expressionlessly, with no emotion at all in his eyes.
"It doesn't look like he'll be angry because we run faster than him." Harry said, "Oh, he's so beautiful."
"Are you crazy?" He was almost pissed off by his natural mentality. "Allow me to remind you - he just grabbed granr's arm! Do you know what kind of ghost can touch things? "
"As far as I know, hello," Harry said after sneezing, "it doesn't work either way. Anything called a ghost doesn't work."
"Yes, so it's not a ghost!" He pointed at the black-haired ghost and shouted, "Everything indicates that he is an undead creature! Or something more evil! If we don't leave, we will only be eaten by him. It’s time to nourish this road——”
There was a faint sigh in the air.
"He has no ill intentions, and he will not eat you. He is just stupid, has no consciousness, and does not know how to say please."
"Excuse me," he said in a bad tone, "shouldn't you introduce yourself before explaining? Do you like to talk in corners where others can't see you?"
"I am in a position that you cannot see," the voice said calmly. "If you want to see me, you need the child among you. Only he can make me show up."
"Me?" Harry pointed to his nose, folded his wings a little, and felt the chill seeping from his bones. His face was extremely ugly.
"Why should we do what you say?" shouted loudly, "We have no reason to believe you!"
"He will die if this continues."
The voice said in an understatement, it was self-evident who it was talking about, which made him burst out all of a sudden.
"Ha! Do you think we will believe what you say? He just has a fever and just needs to take medicine on time and rest! If you think that such a rude excuse can deceive an alfoy, then you are wrong!"
"He's right!" He suppressed his shock and said angrily, "——Or, you cursed Harry!"
"If there is an Alfoy among you," the voice said, "you should know that this physical condition is not normal. He has been shivering because he has lost part of his life force and is still losing it. He is not a human being in the first place. A healthy child will really die if he continues to burn like this."
Harry silently tightened his grip on his two friends' arms.
"Then how do you know?" He said softly, as if he thought the other person could hear the voice, "If I don't even know this."
"I am a person who has been around for a long time," the voice seemed quite satisfied with his attitude, with a hint of appreciation in his voice, "Of course I have my own unique way to confirm it."
"What should I do?" Harry said.
Looking at him in great surprise.
"You want to believe him?! This is ridiculous! He is just cursing you randomly! He is a liar!"
"It's better to believe that it exists than to believe that it doesn't exist." Harry said.
"Go forward fifty steps and light your wand," the voice said. "Watch the steps, kid."
Harry nodded, spread his wings and floated slowly in the air, intending to move forward, and grabbed his wings one by one.
"Get down!" they both said at the same time, grabbing Harry's arms tightly as he did so.
So Harry had no choice but to walk fifty steps forward with them, then took his wand and lit a fire, making it float in the air to act as a light source. They looked down together. Looking at it this way, they were indeed standing in front of the steps, so they walked a few more steps and walked on the steps. Judging from the scene reflected by the firelight, this should be a circular platform. They stepped on the bronze ground, and the patterns under their feet were tangled and spread, as complete as fruits on the treetops.
"There is writing on the ground," the voice said. "Read it, child."
"This...can't be a word," he looked at the lines on the ground. They looked strange. They looked like natural lines on stones, but also like beautiful man-made ornaments. It was a huge s, with many snakes surrounding it, of different types, each with its own beautiful pattern, and the biggest s was the largest snake. "It does not belong to any snake I have ever seen." A language!”
As a Slyther, his heart jumped when he saw it - in his veins, the blood belonging to an Alfoy was boiling on its own, reminding him from the bottom of his heart that he was probably looking at an extremely precious existence. , or rather... secret.
"...I hope no one will open this sleepless place." Harry knelt down and heard himself say this. He touched the snake letters with his fingers and said softly, his green eyes clinging to the patterns like a man possessed. on, "What is Sleepless? Why do you hope no one opens this place?"
"What?" said, "What nonsense are you talking about."
"It says here," Harry said, "It says 'May no one open this sleepless place'."
I was also squatting down to look at the patterns with him, but after hearing what he said, I gasped and my eyes widened in shock.
"Harry...what are you talking about?"
"You're talking in snake language again!" She grabbed his collar and breathed rapidly, "I told you to stop talking!"
"Do you know what happened to him, Alfoy?!" screamed, "Why didn't you ever tell me?!"
"I don't even know...did I speak snake language again?" Harry wondered, "I obviously spoke English!"
"You're talking sasisily, Harry," said eagerly, "Did you know about this before?"
"If not, I wouldn't have known I could speak snake language." Harry said quickly, "So, what is this word? Snake language?"
"I think so." He said worriedly, "What's going on? How can you speak snake language - God, it's that person. Is it the sequelae left by that person on you? His death curse back then. I left it for you..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard Harry look at the snake text and move his mouth again, and a hissing sound came out of his mouth that was white with cold.
"May no one open this sleepless place, and may this pain be remembered and never continue."
Harry heard himself read an entire sentence, and then felt his feet trembling.
The snake-shaped patterns began to twist flexibly at a strange angle - they escaped like buttons spinning and disintegrating, and the large S-snake also separated up and down.
"Go back to the steps." The voice ordered, as forcefully as an elder asking a junior to push away a seductive beauty. Harry grabbed his friend and flew down the steps a little distance, and then he saw that A dark hole slowly appeared on the surface of the round table, and a long object was pushed up by something below that might be a mechanism or something else.
"What is that!" said, "It looks like a vampire's coffin - is that damn voice a vampire's?!"
"Impossible, vampires can't enter Hogwarts!" He covered his ears and said, "I've read in the book that the founder set up a powerful magic for the school, and the castle's defense system will not let evil creatures enter! Every principal will have them in hand just in case something unexpected happens! Once——"
"Shut up and don't endorse it!"
Harry dragged them both to the ground, and the firelight dyed his white wings with a thin layer of gold.
"What's in here?" he asked, pointing to the thing.
It was indeed a coffin. Pure black in color and boxy in style, the wood is so old that it's almost peeling off, but the silver nails firmly nailed on it are so densely packed that it's scary. The nails are already rusty, with a few touches of dark red attached to them, which is very eye-catching. Intimidating.
"If this was a game, it would be time for the vampire to jump out of it," Harry said.
The voice sighed again. This time, his voice was very close, and he didn't know what he was doing. In short, groups of flames ignited from the air, lighting up the entire place as they burned.
The ghost was also floating side by side beside them - to be precise, on the wall of the stage.
"...Merlin." Harry couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and Harry tilted his head to look at the wall and covered his mouth in surprise.
A silver picture frame appeared on the wall that was empty just now. Although the painting in the frame had a yellowish canvas, the picture was still clear. A man wearing an old-fashioned cloak with expensive fabrics is sitting upright in the painting with his hands in front of him. He has black hair, dark green eyes, extremely handsome features, and a pale face that does not belong to his age. of thinness.
————This man actually looks exactly like the ghost next to them! !
What attracted their attention even more was another thing - although the man didn't even have an embroidery on his cloak, and he didn't have any rings on his hands, he had a small and luxurious jewelry on his chest. What was even more amazing was that they had all seen it before. This jewelry.
The long gold chain is tied to the pendant box, which is no bigger than a palm. The letter S composed of fine green diamonds seems to reflect a low-key and luxurious light in the painting.
Harry had seen this thing before and couldn't forget its appearance. It once caused Harry to faint. That's why he remembered its name.
Slyther's Locket, as it is commonly known.
