Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

"Sir, this is your wallet." Silla, who looked a little dirty due to lack of care, finally found the gentleman after two days of searching.

"Oh, it turns out to be here. Thank you so much, lovely lady, I accidentally lost it before." That's what the gentleman said. He seemed completely unaware, with that gentle smile and tenderness. His tone made her seem to see the kind old dean for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I stole it..." Silla's eyes suddenly became wet. She wanted to say that she stole it. Even if the other party scolded her and hit her angrily, she admitted it.This was something she did wrong and she should take responsibility.

"Oh, how can I thank you? This is the wallet my lovely daughter gave me. I must repay you well, beautiful lady." The gentleman said and showed the one in the wallet. The photo of the beautiful little girl, with a proud and proud look on her face, completely interrupted Silla’s words.As if he didn’t hear Silla’s words at all, he still maintained a polite smile and gentle tone.

"Well, I still have some money here, let's use it as a reward for the lovely lady to help me find this important wallet." As he said that, the gentleman took out a wad of cash from his pocket and gave it to Silla.

Without giving Silla another chance to speak, the gentleman pretended to glance at his pocket watch, then said that he still had something to do and hurriedly turned around and left.Before leaving, the gentleman said something to Silla: "Although you are at a low point, please don't abandon your pride. Beautiful flowers will bloom even in corners where no one pays attention. I was lucky to see them." A flower blooming in the corner. Please keep your pride and kindness, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, you will always bloom the most beautiful flowers, lovely lady."

Silla didn’t understand flowers or what they meant, but she knew one thing that day, she couldn’t sleep that day.She tossed and turned on the straw-covered floor, unable to sleep at all.She didn't know how she felt, but she knew that she felt uncomfortable, not physically, but as if something was blocked in her heart.

I don’t know how many days passed, but Silla had to steal again because of poverty and responsibility. Although the kind old dean and the gentle gentleman always flashed in her heart, she also shouldered the burden of She had to do this to protect the lives of her younger siblings.

Maybe... if you target a bad person... you won't feel so uncomfortable, right?

So, she set her target on a vicious person.As long as...as long as you target this kind of person, you won't feel uncomfortable, right?

"Pah!!!" A loud slap came, accompanied by severe pain and curses from the man.

"You bastard, how dare you steal grandpa's things!"

The severe pain made Silla almost lose consciousness, her brain was roaring, and her ears were buzzing.In her daze, she couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could feel herself being dragged somewhere.Then she heard some words about the flute being good, quite valuable, selling, quite good, trying it first, I like this type of words, perverted type of words.The young Silla didn't understand anything, she knew that she was probably going to die.

She felt a big hand put on her body, and then slowly slid down, and she could hear heavy breathing.After that, she heard something tearing and then severe pain.The severe pain made Silla wake up. After seeing the scene in front of her, she felt deep despair in her heart.Sorry, Grandpa Dean, I can't take care of my brothers and sisters anymore.Desperate Silla has nothing else but this idea in her mind

"Stop!! What are you beasts doing?" At this time, a voice she was very familiar with came, and at the same time there was the sound of the door being kicked open.

Then the familiar gentleman rushed in, holding his cane and swinging it at the group of people.Then she saw the group of people taking out knives and threatening the gentleman, but the gentleman had no intention of leaving. He rushed up like crazy and fought with those people.

Then, Xiao Xila saw blood. The gentleman was obviously not good at fighting and was quickly stabbed.But the man who should have fallen continued to beat those people crazily as if he was not injured at all.Then the second knife, the third knife...

Finally, the gentleman drove everyone away, but he seemed to have lost all his strength. The figure that had just looked like an immortal god fell down in a pool of blood.

"Why?" Tears moistened Xiao Sila's eyes and blurred her vision.She didn't understand why he was so desperate?

"Don't be sad, lovely lady. Can you tell me your name?" came a weak voice, and a pair of trembling hands put the coat on her smooth body.

"Siela, my name is Siela." The trembling and crying voice replied. She did not blame why she didn't come earlier, but was sad. Why did such a kind gentleman sacrifice his life for such a despicable thief?

"Sira...the name is the same as the motherland." The man felt that his eyes were blurred and he could not see anything clearly.

"Thank you, Miss Silla. You allowed me to save three people today." The man's tone was very weak, but firm and full of gratitude.

"I have a lovely daughter, she is as lovely as you. But a few years ago, because of my weakness, she died in front of me." The man was calm, but on the surface of the calm was unspeakable sadness. and self-blame.

"That day, I lost my daughter, my lover left me, and the heart of a father."

Silla was still crying, and she felt the gentleman's sadness.

"When I saw you for the first time, I thought of my daughter." The man continued: "I think if I were braver, she should be as old as you..." The man He continued talking as if the fatal injuries on his body did not exist at all.

"Don't be sad, Miss Silla...cough..." The man coughed a few times, and a fishy-sweet taste emerged from his mouth. He didn't have much time.

"Today I can finally see my family without guilt. Today I saved three people. My daughter, Miss Silla, and the cowardly myself..."

At this point, the man's voice gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of crying.