hpMy messy life at Hogwarts

Dumbledore and I sat across from each other in the living room, and Fu Fu served tea awkwardly. "When we found him, Stace, he was already frozen." Dumbledore paused, took a breath and then continued, "Maybe it was a heavy snowstorm on the way back at night...I'm sorry Lacey ..." This old man who was over a hundred years old had lost another old friend whom he had known for decades, and his eyes were red.

"At least, people who die from the cold don't suffer. In the haze, they will think that they are in the warmth." I consoled myself. In fact, I was mentally prepared for it. At this time, I just felt a little sour. Maybe my grandfather would not have been killed if he had not come back in a hurry. Maybe he was still thinking about me, his little granddaughter, in the snow and wind, still waiting for his breakfast the next day...

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I sat alone in that room for a long time, as if recalling the warmth of my grandfather. The blue platycodon flowers said "happiness is coming". What an inappropriate flower language. My simple happiness in the wooden house had left me.

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When I came out again, I had already calmed down. Now I was left with myself. Fufu and I were the only ones left in the huge Prewett family. I still needed to take care of the family business left by my grandfather, and my grandfather’s funeral affairs. Still need my planning.

With Dumbledore's help, his grandfather and Platycodon were buried together in the Prewett family cemetery a few days later. All his friends from his lifetime came, although there were some nodding acquaintances with bad intentions, and they were a bit scornful. Full of tears, I was a little reminiscing about my grandfather's past, a little talking in a low voice about the Prewett family's family business, and a little speculating about my future.

I personally carved the epitaph for my grandfather with the help of Dumbledore: "This life is the crossing of sea, where we meet in the sea, we reach the shore and got our different wotlds" (Life is like crossing the sea, we gather in this small boat. When we die, we reach the shore and go to our own worlds. )

I whispered to Dumbledore and my grandfather’s sincere friends: "Death is not losing life, it is just stepping out of time. We will meet again in another world in a few decades."

I am not that sad anymore. In my grandfather’s life, he had a loving grandmother, filial children, and he spent many years of happy time with his beloved granddaughter, me. Although it was not long enough, I have no regrets in this life.

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I took Fufu back to the wooden house. Although the old house was also very comfortable, the wooden house was the home I had been familiar with since I was a child.

Now I can go see Grindelwald openly and bring him news about my grandfather...

"Will you hate me?" Grindelwald's attitude was as usual, but there was a little more sadness in his eyebrows. "If you don't come to see me, Stace will..."

I shook my head, put the biscuits made by Fufu on a plate and pushed them in front of Grindelwald, "I heard that you are a born prophet. You and the former saints tried to change the future through prophecies... but it failed, right? Maybe this is destiny... I feel like my grandfather was also destiny and that his life was complete."

"Do you believe in fate? Is the future really unchangeable?" Grindelwald seemed to be recalling the past and asking himself.

"You have a glimpse of the future. Maybe this is the trap that fate has set for you, and your actions have also contributed to that future..." I said the vague words while drinking tea.