It was late October and early night in 1979.
Located on the southern shore of the Firth of Forth, the streets and alleys of Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, are bathed in a cheerful festive atmosphere. Even this untimely and unseasonal thunderstorm cannot stop people from celebrating this grand festival.
In the torrential rain, the Palace of Holyroodhouse (Palace of Holy Cross) standing at the end of the Royal Mile was brightly lit. The dense rain curtain gave this ancient palace soaked in history a hazy coat, but it still could not stop it. The aura of chilling and bloodthirsty lingering around.
A sharp and harsh door opening was heard, which was enough to overwhelm the roar of hundreds of millions of raindrops hitting the earth at the same time. The palace's garage opened wide, and thirteen black cars filed out of the garage, followed the established route, broke through the rain curtain, and disappeared in the In the night.
Tonight the holy bush will defend the glory of the Lord.
In the center of the new city, a happy birthday hymn came from a three-story building with Georgian design style. The pumpkin lanterns hanging on the eaves outside the door swayed with the wind and rain, and their swaying rhythm seemed to celebrate the little owner inside. With.
In the fireplace beside the wall, neatly stacked oak logs were burning vigorously. On the wall opposite the fireplace, the edges were wrapped with mistletoe. Golden apples decorated with thousands of strange golden acorns glowed brightly under the light of the fire. light.
Mr. Hill, who was leaning on the window lattice, withdrew his gaze from the endless darkness outside the window and turned to look at the restaurant. Sitting at the long table, wearing a golden gauze skirt and a crown made of vines on his head, he was smiling. The daughter was extremely happy, with infinite love in her eyes.
However, the sadness on that handsome face could not be dissipated.
"Honey?"
The graceful Mrs. Hill gently brushed her daughter's temples. She noticed something strange about her husband. While her daughter was talking to her parents, she walked quickly to the window and tried to dispel her husband's uneasiness with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity for reunion. My dear, you should spend more time with your family."
"Sorry, Hea--"
Faced with his personal concern, Mr. Hill smiled with the same effort. He looked outside the house where the storm and rumblings were coming. After a while, he sighed heavily.
"I just feel...I feel very uneasy, Heya. I always feel that something is going to happen."
A delicate and slender hand pressed on Mr. Hill's heart. She felt the chaotic heartbeat in her palm. Mrs. Hill sighed slightly,
"I know what you're worried about, honey, but..."
Mrs. Hill looked at her daughter who had jumped into her father's arms and was acting coquettishly. She lowered her eyes and sighed similarly,
"This is her wish, dear, she hopes to spend this birthday with her grandparents... You know, the burden on her will be very heavy in the future, and I can't refuse-"
Mr. Hill kept silent. He stared at his lovely and innocent daughter like an elf in silence. In the depths of his light green eyes, not only heartache but also hatred shone.
"When I go back this time, I want to convince the teacher to lead all the disciples to move out of the jungle... There are many clues that show that it is no longer safe there."
After a long silence, Mr. Hill spoke again, which made Mrs. Hill frown.
"We have many roosts there... Where do you want to go?"
"The Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts is very suitable for us to live there. Centaurs are not a problem. We all admire nature and the stars. We can get along well with them..."
Mrs. Hill's hand left her husband's chest, and her frown deepened. After a moment of silence, she directly revealed the reason why her husband wanted to hide it.
"You want the blessing of that wizard, Albus Dumbledore, dear?"
"That's the best outcome, isn't it?"
Mr. Hill was not surprised that his little thoughts were seen through by his wife. He said frankly,
"Dumbledore's strength and ambition are obvious to all. If we can get his blessing, then we can get a chance to breathe. I mean... we can not be so anxious to get the handle..."
"In normal times, I might support your bold attempt, dear,"
Before Mr. Hill finished speaking, his words were interrupted by his wife,
"But you and I both know that now is not a good time. The group of wizards themselves are facing big trouble now. The guy called 'Mysterious Man' by the wizards is making trouble in the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore is overwhelmed. If At this time, he blatantly accepted us..."
Boom!
The dazzling electric light cleans the earth, and the deafening thunder covers the approaching footsteps of death.
When the buzzing subsided, Mrs. Hill continued to express her opinion,
"Do you think that at this time, he will provoke himself another enemy that he may not be able to deal with even with all his strength?"
Mr. Hill's breathing became rapid. It was not that he had not considered this, but he had expectations in his heart.
"Dumbledore is a kind wizard. I think..., you should know that we and the wizard were once one, and he will not ignore death..."
"That was more than ten centuries ago, my dear, we have parted ways with them long ago. Perhaps Dumbledore has a noble character and will be sympathetic to our situation, but I think a wizard like him will never He is a kind-hearted person who is stupid, he will never..."
"Dad, mom?"
The increasingly tense conversation between the two people affected the rest of the room. Vitiya at the dining table was reminded by her grandparents, and she tilted her head and looked towards the hall with her pure little eyes.
"Go and bring your parents back, cute little elf--"
"As you command!"
The gray-haired grandfather whispered something in his ear, and after being reminded, Vitiya immediately jumped out of his arms, her quirky appearance amusing everyone in the room.
Mr. and Mrs. Hill took a deep breath to ease the slightly tense atmosphere between them. He opened his arms and faced his daughter with an innocent smile on her rosy face.
Boom!
At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled violently, and the space above the first floor of the house disappeared as if it had been swung by a big pendulum. The mud in the sky was mixed into mud by the rain before it could spread.
In the suddenly dark world, a cluster of pure white holy light fell from the sky and penetrated the messy ground!
The bright red blood, the shrill screams, and the cold cries could not be suppressed even by the rumbling thunder.
"Oh, I will take revenge!"
Among the ruins of the wall, the little girl stood on the ground among acorns stained red with blood, crying helplessly. Several bodies with lost luster in their eyes fell before and after her, their palms weakly facing her.
"I will definitely kill you!"
The childish voice with unforgettable hatred issued an unyielding oath to fate. Although resolute, it could not command the movement of the order.
"Evil heathen."
An indifferent verdict came from the rain curtain, and the chilling holy light flashed again, instantly replacing the darkness that enveloped the world, and erasing all seeds that dared to resist in the soil.
In the broken fireplace, the charred oak wood suddenly bloomed with bright green light. A small bud stretched its body and grew out of the ashes symbolizing death. In the blink of an eye, it became a towering tree, blocking the holy light that washed the earth. Light.
"Sorry, Vitiya--"
The old priest with green hair and emerald eyes ignored the wails of the believers who were pierced through the treetops. He came to Vitiya step by step and gently hugged her weak shoulders. On his old face, rain mixed with tears and sweat. Flow freely.
"Why...why, teacher, wuwu, why don't they let us go?"
The little girl no longer suppressed her sobs and burst into tears.
"...We have almost forgotten where this hatred started, Vitiya, and we don't know when it will end..."
The old priest's voice was sad, and his green eyes revealed perseverance.
"The only thing we can do is to fight to the end!"
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