HP monster

"Arthur, where are you?"

I saw that the man wanted to respond subconsciously, but he stopped in time when he was about to speak. He lowered his head and remained silent until Mrs. Weasley called for him a second time.

"We..." he said, "want a drink? How about we go out and talk?"

I can only nod.

This is my first time in Hogsmeade. Along the way, men are pretending to be relaxed and telling me the history of Hogsmeade-this is a paradise for wizards, and all the aborigines in Hogsmeade It's wizards who have been passed down from time to time, some of them don't even know there's another world just two hours away, where people don't have magic, but they use their wits to do it through cold metal that wizards can do things.

"The intelligence of the Muggles is amazing, I love their sockets and batteries, I can't imagine how they can trap an energy in a small iron block without using any magic... oh, here we are, three Take a broom, I guess you've heard of it."

"Yes." I pushed open the door and let the man go first.

At this time, there was only Mrs. Rosmerta who was dozing on the counter. Arthur greeted Rosmerta and asked for two glasses of butter beer. Then he took out his wand and waved it twice. He explained: "This way we talk Rosmerta's rest will not be disturbed."

Nodding my head, I looked at him, but he didn't intend to speak, so I had to take the lead in provoking the topic.

"I saw a lot of copper Knuts in the vault." I've always known about the Weasley family's family conditions, and talking about this will definitely remind him of the difficult financial conditions of his family, but it's so important that I have to ask, deeply Taking a breath, I went straight to the point, "I've seen Harry's. Although there are copper Knuts in his vault, but the amount is very small. I guess when storing in the vault, if there is no special reason, no one will store a lot of scattered My copper Knut goes in. Mine doesn’t, it’s more like someone is using it as a piggy bank and putting money into the vault frequently.”

The man opened his mouth, but remained silent.

"Can you tell me?" I asked him urgently, "I guessed it, don't try to hide it from me, how many of you are depositing money in the vault, you all know who I am, right? But no one Tell me! Everyone stood far away and watched me crawling all over the ground. Even at the age of five, I didn’t know that human beings should stand upright and walk!!”

Tears fell involuntarily.

This is the shame of my life.

If there is really no father, no mother, and no relatives who know of my existence, then I can accept it, and I can embrace the best hope, even if I am crawling, I am imagining in my heart that one day the door of that house will be closed by someone. When I opened it, she ran over laughing and crying, picked me up, wiped the dipping sauce off my mouth, kissed my forehead before I went to bed, and taught me how to call mother syllable by syllable.

…I have been waiting until now, even before yesterday, before I struck a match with a match, before I lit a candle, I was still dreaming that maybe I would lose my dad and still have my mom, my grandparents, and blow my nose all day long Pao's younger siblings, who cares whether they have three arms or five eyes, who cares about that!

They just don't know that there is another me in this world.

If they knew, they would definitely spend all their efforts to find me, and they would definitely miss me as much as I miss them.

...I fantasize so I can feel like I'm never alone.

"You ruined everything!!" I couldn't help standing up and yelling at Weasley, my eyes were blurred, my consciousness and behavior were separated, and I became two completely different individuals.

One looks at the other.

what am i doing...

Why are you crying and yelling at Arthur...

A gentleman shouldn't be like this, I shouldn't be like this, I should sit down, calm down, put on a mask of innocence and put out everything he knows, and then thank you politely after getting the answer.

What the hell am I doing.

The body was embraced by a thick hug, so hard that my whole body was about to be embedded in the man's arms.

I heard him say sorry over and over again in my ear.

There was some wet feeling in the ear, along the base of the ear, flowing into the neck bit by bit, and a bigger puddle of water fainted.

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I've never been here, the only cemetery in Surrey, so far from Privet Drive, I hadn't even heard of it in the past.

Immediately after crying, I was ashamed and wanted to stuff myself into the hole. Fortunately, Arthur Weasley never mentioned this again. He took my hand so hard that I couldn't break free from him, so I could only keep it like this He took the Muggle bus with him in the same posture and took three buses in a row before reaching his destination.

"She lives at number 74, your mother."

I heard Weasley speak.

His body stiffened suddenly, and he couldn't even take a step anymore.

"Go and see her." Weasley turned to me and asked.

I nodded more stiffly than before.

The tombstones here are similar, Arthur and I are getting closer and closer to the number 74 he said, and I saw a cross drawn on the tombstone of my mother according to what he said, and she is a Christian.

"The Death Eaters had moved their position when we rushed there. She was lying on the ground dying, begging us to raise you." Arthur's voice was unusually low, and there was sadness in his voice. I froze in place, forcing myself to remember Every word he said, "We can't imagine how this woman tried so hard to give birth to you when she was dying, I guess no one ever gave birth at that time... Your mother is a Muggle, so it seems all the more important." It was unbelievable. There were so many people present, it was a matter of course, to take this baby away, to help orphans who lost their mothers grow up...but that was during the war years...identity and position are a big and inhuman issue."

He took a deep breath, "Dumbledore took us to set an unbreakable spell, so that everyone will forget your existence, and you are not allowed to mention you to anyone else, just pretend that you have never seen you, just like that woman When she dies, the baby goes with her... At that time, there were many people who wanted to kill you. They lost their loved ones in the war, and they were on the verge of madness. What, no matter who it is... We can only do so much, we can only go so far... Thinking about it after so many years, I still think that I am not a man, and I am completely useless."

"It's very difficult to save your life. No one dares to take you in, and no one can guarantee that the next morning after taking care of you, you will find your wife's body next to your pillow."

He couldn't speak any more.

He covered his face with one hand, lowered his head, and fell silent.

"Who is my dad?" I found myself unexpectedly calm when I asked this question, "It's not Quirrell, is it? The spell, the spell is wrong, how could I be so naive as to stay up for a few nights I learned that old spell because of a mistake... Quirinus Quirrell, who has nothing to do with me... does he?"

He dodges the question.

"Feel sorry."

He was apologizing to me again, and I have heard him say it countless times in a day.But that's not what I need, never an apology.

I just want to know the truth, all I ever wanted was family.

"That's all I can say, I just think you have the right to know this, kid, I just don't think you should be kept in the dark, it's too cruel for you... Actually," he gasped, laughing very badly Naturally, "I regret it now, and I'm not sure if it was more cruel to tell you."

"I just want to know who my dad is?" I clutched his sleeve tightly like I was grabbing at the last straw. "Tell me! I know you can, you can! Please... please, please tell me!"

"……Feel sorry."

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All he told me was sorry.

Arthur was leaving, it was getting late, Molly must be very worried when he came out without saying hello.

I didn't remind George to keep my secrets, or anything, I just told him that he had some questions to ask his dad who works in the Ministry of Magic, he was very straightforward and knew that my question had something to do with Muggles, and Molly's mother must know Refused, and even helped me and his dad hide it from Molly's mom in the first place.

He didn't even tell Harry.

It was late now, and I guessed that George and Fred might give Molly's mother something to say, so she wouldn't be so anxious, and Dad would have enough reason to get away when he got home.

This is the tacit understanding of their family.

An enviable tacit understanding.

Arthur asked if I wanted to try apparating, and I said no.

I know I shouldn't blame him, he risked being known by others, he almost told me this through the crack of the unbreakable spell, I shouldn't be greedy and beg for more.

I understand.

I just want to be alone, maybe... maybe not alone, I found my mother, she is under the stone, at least I finally found her.

I can show off to Harry later too.

Every time Harry sadly and proudly mentioned that he was not afraid of facing the devil and tried his best to protect his mother...

Next time, if he mentions it in front of me again, I can also tell him about my mother.

My mother is even more amazing, you can never imagine what she has done...

... you can never imagine.

Yes.

I can't imagine either.

I sat behind my mother's tombstone, hugged her, hugged her tightly, and let my body temperature pass to her bit by bit.

at last.

……finally found you.

mom.