hogwarts shady

"We were so weak that we couldn't even speak." Mrs. Marcia gently strangled her wrist. "But even if those soldiers tried their best, they couldn't pry my sister's fingers away."

Ryan clenched his fists.

"My sister Lisa, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. But she just drooped her head and concentrated all her strength on her fingers." Mrs. Marcia said, "Finally, the doctor sighed, He said to the soldiers, 'Take them all.' Even in the car, Lisa didn't let go of my hand."

Mrs. Marcia clenched her wrists, and tears fell from her eyes: "In the end, she stopped breathing on the way to the hospital, but I miraculously survived."

Ryan couldn't help but take a deep breath to dispel the emotions choking his throat.

"In the first month, I didn't gain any weight at all." Mrs. Marcia put down her hand. "In the second month, my body began to improve, and then half a year later, I was able to get out of bed and walk.

“I believe Lisa left a trace of strength in me, otherwise, how could I have recovered so quickly.

"Every night, I can hear Lisa's voice, as if she is still with me, as if she was still in the concentration camp, she is in my ear every day, saying, live on, Marcia, live on.

"I have been recuperating in the hospital for more than a year, and I can finally be discharged." Mrs. Marcia smiled, "I walked out of the ward. It was a beautiful autumn, and the road outside the hospital was covered with golden ginkgo trees. The leaves were scattered on the green gravel path. I stepped on the dead leaves on the ground and listened to the crisp sound they made. At that moment, I felt relieved. I understood that Lisa must have known that she allowed me to survive. , I can see it, I can understand it..."

She raised her head, her eyes blurred, but the wrinkles on her face slowly relaxed: "Ah, it turns out the world is so beautiful."

Ryan's nose felt sore. He felt that the skinny old lady in front of him seemed to be emitting an extremely dazzling light at this moment.

"Later, I met my husband." Mrs. Marcia said, "I had two children, but they both miscarried. The life in Auschwitz destroyed my body, but God seemed to compensate me. , gave me a beloved man.

"He finally died of typhoid fever, but he left me with the happiest period of my life, allowing me to accept all the happiness and suffering in the future. After my husband passed away, I moved to Lishi Road, and then, I met Bach and Valerie, they are also a gift from God to me, and your parents are a pair of completely good-hearted people. Finally, Ryan, you were born."

Ryan didn't dare to look at Mrs. Marcia's kind eyes, he was afraid that he couldn't help but shed tears.

He hurriedly picked up the lunch box and said, "The food is a little cold. I'll go back and heat it up."

"Oh, I'm really troubling you." Mrs. Marcia said with a smile, "It's all my fault for talking so much that you didn't even have a good lunch."

"No, I'm very grateful that you can tell me these things." Ryan said, "Just wait a moment, it won't take long."

He walked back to his home, waved his magic wand to reheat the food, and leaned against the door frame in silence for a while to calm down his emotions.

Ryan returned to Mrs. Marcia's house: "Mrs. Marcia, I've heated up the food."

"Thank you, Ryan." Mrs. Marcia has returned to her usual smiling appearance, as if everything she said before was just an insignificant story.

But Ryan knew that it was not because the old lady didn't care about the past, but because she was too strong.

Suffering did not destroy her mind, but made her outstanding soul.

They finished lunch quietly, and Ryan put away the tableware and wiped the coffee table for Mrs. Marcia.

"Excuse me, little one." Mrs. Marcia stood up tremblingly and picked up the crutches leaning against the wall. "Actually, you can leave these tasks to me."

"You'd better have a good rest." Ryan said half jokingly and half complaining.

"Today is not the time to rest." Mrs. Marcia walked to the drawer. "I have to visit my sister's grave."

She took out a box of potions from the drawer, took one of them out and drank it.Her face turned rosy and her waist straightened a little.

Ryan packed the lunch box and said, "Please wait a moment, I will help you over."

He finally knew why Madam Marcia spoke so much to him today, uncharacteristically.

Ryan went home and threw his lunch box in the sink, planning to use magic to clean it after returning from visiting Madam Marcia's grave.

He returned to Madame Marcia's house, where the old lady had just finished her pills.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Ryan held Mrs. Marcia's hand.

"As people get older, they will always have various problems." Mrs. Marcia laughed. "Fortunately, we still have a doctor. I have been suffering from waist problems for a long time, and recently it has affected my sleep. I went to the clinic and prescribed some calming medicine."

She locked the door of the room and continued: "It just so happened that they introduced a foreign health product, the price is not high, and the effect is really good."

The two of them chatted here and there and walked towards the cemetery on Iris Road.

The cemetery here is much more formal and clean than the mine in Cornwall. Ryan was allowed to enter the cemetery after expressing his intention to the administrator.

Stone tablets stood in the cemetery, with biographies and inscriptions engraved on them. Ryan helped Mrs. Marcia walk through most of the cemetery before stopping next to a cypress tree.

A name is engraved on a small stone tablet: Lisa D. Salha.

There are six little names below her, which are other members of Madam Marcia's family, but most of them died during the war and left no remains.

"I'm here to see you again, sister." Mrs. Marcia slowly sat down against the tree and leaned against the tombstone without hesitation, as if there was another person sitting there.

She began to talk about the past in a low voice, using the language of her hometown.

Ryan couldn't understand what Mrs. Marcia was saying. He didn't make a sound and stood quietly not far away.

The old lady sometimes wept and sometimes smiled.Sometimes he held the tombstone in silence, and sometimes he said something urgently.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west, spreading its orange-red afterglow over the entire cemetery, that Mrs. Marcia came out of her memories.

Ryan helped her stand up and watched the old lady wipe the tears from her face with her sleeves.

Mrs. Marcia smiled at Ryan, took Ryan's wrist, and walked outside the cemetery.

The late winter sun had little warmth, but the old palm holding Ryan's wrist felt warm.

They walked silently through the tombstones in the setting sun, listening to the rustling of the pine and cypresses in the cemetery behind them. In front of them was the road leading to the Yili Road community, and not far away was the sparkling lake reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

Anglers can be vaguely seen on the edge of the lake. They gather in twos and threes. Some are still fishing quietly, and some are already planning to call it a day and go home.

Farther away, dots of lights were already lighting up from the windows of various houses, and occasionally the sounds of children playing around could be heard.

Mrs. Marcia took a deep breath, glanced at the sun at the end of the sky, and then looked down at Ryan.

Her eyes were full of tenderness and happiness.

Mrs. Marcia said softly:

"Ryan, look, the world is so beautiful."