[hp] stay out of it

If I were to say, Hermione is really smart, she has a very quick brain.What she guessed at the Burrow was really good//nine out of ten—if I had access to that conversation.If I had been there, I would have applauded her brilliant ability to unravel, and of course, there was the slight hiccup that she didn't guess right about why I was struggling to keep a low profile.No one will guess right!The "order" that maintains the story line exists, and only those who violate it will know its existence (ordinary people cannot violate it at all).

I am a counterexample.Vincent White, who used to be Jiang Jin, seemed destined to die quietly in Vincent's own closet in the White family three years ago.It might be on the Muggle TV news, but it's news that wouldn't concern most wizards anyway.In any case, Vincent never left even a trace of his own existence in those seven books.

But now, I, now Vincent White, somehow, well, survived.I even got to know a lot of people at Hogwarts, and not only did I get Malfoy, a little villain, who repeatedly put him in danger, but I also got on the phone with Harry Potter!

Although I messed up a lot of small details, I didn't at least touch the fundamental context of the story. I think this is also the reason why "Order" let me live.

In order not to offend "Order" and be angered by Thunder, I try to keep a low profile, low profile.Although Hermione noticed this, no matter how talented she was, she would never have thought that what I was hiding from was not my identity as the son of Sirius, but another power over everyone.

Without further ado, I understand you've been wondering what happened to me during my disappearance over the summer, so now I'm reminiscing - not a very pleasant experience though.

Back to that moment, Vicky Boyle mentioned Helen on the train, and then Malfoy and I realized that what I was holding was a porcelain stone. I was about to say something when I suddenly saw something outside the window.To be precise, the scenery outside the window was distorted for a moment. The distortion I captured was very familiar. It was the outline of the wizard after casting the illusion spell.

Is this what cufflink fever reminds me of?Are there Aurors coming?At least Mrs. Hornby didn't know... If I was actually saved from the Auror Office here, I'd be in the papers.This is not what I want, I think, I have to leave quickly.

Get out of here without letting Malfoy be affected.

I instantly had a plan.

My eyes just froze outside the window for a moment, but Vicky Boyle immediately noticed something was wrong, and while she was looking back, I shouted "Hey! Here!" Hit the ground.The two Frenchmen were startled, and the kidnapper Malfoy was the first to react. He subconsciously pointed his wand at the gemstone and recited the Flying Curse.

Seeing that the gems stopped falling and slid over there, no matter how hard they could get them, I only had this thought, and cast the Shattering Curse on the flying gems.The gem shattered into pieces in the air.The captors pushed Malfoy away and rushed forward, trying to seal the gem with a spell.Vicky Boyle screamed and threw himself on me viciously, as if trying to strangle me with his own hands.

At the same time, the glass of the train was smashed, and an invisible person rushed in and knocked Malfoy down.There was chaos in the carriage.Vicky Boyle said a spell to me, and I felt my head buzzing, my head spinning, and someone grabbed my arm, and the carriage went gray and faded—the French version of the Portkey spell.

"Stop!" I just heard an angry male voice coming from the door of the box, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a hard place, and the touch from my fingers told me that I was still covered with inferior silk. I guess I was on a perfunctory bed.I didn't open my eyes rashly, but listened to see if there were people around me, and at the same time gave me a little time to gather my thoughts before facing my situation.

At that chaotic moment, no one could calm down... Then, I seemed to smash the last porcelain stone in the world...?

I kind of wondered why the Boyles could keep me alive, especially after I did what Helen didn't do (smash all the china stones).

Suddenly remembered what Helen said to Sirius in that memory. "...Yes, I'm really important, as long as I don't," she paused, then pulled the black gemstone on the rope indifferently, "Throw away this stone."

At that time, that gem was Helen's life-saving bargaining chip, and now I took the initiative to destroy the last one... Ah, no matter how I think about it, the situation is not very good...

I simply opened my eyes and sat up, looking at the environment I was in: it seemed to be underground, there were no windows, only a door on the side next to the bed that looked exquisite but also very strong.The house seemed to have been a former store of precious things—ornate metal shelves lined the walls, but the shelves that should have been full were now empty.

I froze for a moment: They wouldn't just lock me up in the place where the porcelain stones used to be placed.

Porcelain stone Porcelain stone, after talking for a long time, I don't know much about it...

I read the records about this rare stone two or three years ago. The porcelain stone was originally a secret belonging to the Boyle family. The reason why it became famous in Europe later was all because of Helen, the reckless lunatic in everyone's impression.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the porcelain stone is the source of the Boyle family's magic, because the Boyle family controls the vast majority of protected magic in France, and most of these weird and different magics only have their names and effects on the parchment In the records, the specific spells and manipulation methods are only recorded in pieces of black gems, and every Boyle has the opportunity to learn—of course, how much he can master can only depend on himself.

And these magics, which countless magicians covet and crazily pursue, have completely become useless records on parchment after the porcelain stone has completely ceased to exist in the world, and have disappeared in the long history of shining magic light waves. ...

Of course, anyway, most wizards have no chance to touch the porcelain stone and the thousands of spells it records. After the porcelain stone is all broken, they will sigh or curse at most, and then go to their own business... Leave the heartache to Boyle's own family!

By the way, punishing the culprit is of course also the top priority of the Boyle family.

Thinking of this, the room suddenly lit up—there was no light source, and everything became bright, a trick used by wizards, and then the door carved with runes was pushed open, and several people entered in a single file.

A triumphant Vicky Boyle, three middle-aged wizards, three middle-aged witches (three couples, it seems), and a boy two or three years older than me.

"Bruce," the middle-aged man following the boy ordered coldly, "Look carefully, is this him?"

The boy named Bruce approached a little closer, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, he looked me up and down a few times, and the emotion in his eyes became... wait, envy?What does he envy me, become a prisoner?When I looked carefully, his eyes lost their brilliance, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

"I think so." Bruce nodded, avoiding my eyes.

"Don't always say 'I think'. Give the exact answer!" The gloomy middle-aged wizard next to Bruce criticized, Bruce seemed to often encounter this kind of nitpicking, and habitually shrunk his neck.

The leading middle-aged wizard took out a golden goblet with obscure Latin engraved on it, he stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and cast a cutting spell on my arm.The blood squeezed out of my veins, poured into the goblet in one big stream, and the rest fell on my robe.

When I woke up, I found that the wand was gone. At this moment, I had no ability to resist at all, so I endured the pain and let this wizard toss me and take my blood indifferently.

When the cup was half full of blood, the wizard removed the cup and cast a healing spell on my wound.I squinted my eyes, not expecting this.

At this time Bruce stepped forward consciously, put his hand on the mouth of the cup, and cut his palm.When I saw this, I raised my eyes to re-examine Bruce's facial features... He does look a bit like Hei Qi, or Helen, and he has curly curly hair like me, which the others who came in did not have.

A weird feeling came over me - I have a brother?Vincent has a brother who is about three years older than him?

The middle-aged wizard had finished chanting the ups and downs spell into the cup, and I didn't realize what he was doing until he was done: it was a feeling symbiotic spell that didn't last long and was only for people with close blood ties Valid, and often used in reverse to check for close blood ties.

He said a cutting spell to Bruce's other hand, and my palm hurt, and a neat incision was also opened.Everyone could see clearly, the middle-aged wizard chanted another spell, and the wound on my palm closed accordingly.

It's not fun to be cut and cut. I touched the palm of my hand lightly, and now there is only a little white mark left on the wound.

A group of middle-aged people in the room nodded to each other, and then they all went out in silence.They came in to watch as if they had come to witness, and now that they saw the desired result, they left the matter to the oldest and most dignified one, and no longer interfered.Bruce followed the sullen middle-aged man who seemed to be his father out, without giving me another look, and all that was left in the little house was the wizard who looked like the patriarch holding a cup of blood, and Vicky Boyle.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and waved his wand, and an armchair grew out of the ground.He sat looking at me, not trying to be kind, nor was he looking fierce—he was supposed to be—I think it was because we hadn't completely broken each other, and we maintained a tacit understanding. A subtle harmonious relationship.

"I'm Richard Boyle," he said, "Douglas Boyle's brother."

I didn't make a sound, I didn't figure out who his brother had anything to do with me.

"We're going to discuss a deal today." He said calmly, with no doubt in his tone.

I shrugged, I had no other choice anyway, did I.

When it came to the deal, he was slightly excited: "You write down the magic recorded in the porcelain stone, and we will let you go..."

Seeing that I still didn't make a sound, Richard slowed down his tone: "Vincent, there are more than ten thousand spells in the porcelain stone, and no one can memorize them all. I understand. As long as you write the ice spell after writing One hundred, you go back to England. The debt between us will be canceled... After all, it is not you who did those things." He can be counted as good words to persuade, but these conditions are simply a fantasy to me.

I still don't speak. All the magic I know now is learned in Hogwarts. The magic that is popular and well-known to the public, a small part of it is the ancient spells in the British classics.I don't even know what porcelain stone is. I only remember a little bit of the information I glanced at before. How can I transcribe the spell for him?

Seeing that I was so ignorant of current affairs, Richard Boyle raised his voice slightly: "You cast an ice spell on Bruce four years ago and almost killed him. At that time we only thought Helen taught you specially, you You actually learned it, your talent is really high... But there is only one porcelain stone left, and now it seems that you have used up one porcelain stone at that time - in the past four years, don't say that you haven't studied the magic inside. Eight. That lunatic let you touch porcelain stone so early, and you were not destroyed by the mental pressure of porcelain stone..."

After complaining, he calmed down: "If you don't want to talk, then we will be exhausted." Richard stood up and gave me a cold look, too lazy to talk to me, and asked Vicky to stay for me Paper and pen, we are about to go outside.

I really don't want to be wasted here, and I don't want to wear out my patience with the Boyles.I called him, and decided to tell him in a tactful way that his dream of salvaged china stone magic would never come true: "Mr. Boyle, do you know how my mother, Hakey White, died, three years ago that summer ?

Richard Boyle turned around. Perhaps because of my lack of cooperation, he did not intend to maintain the superficial peace any longer. The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily: "When she came to France for the last time, we cleverly designed , successfully cast the Imperius Curse on her—a very difficult thing...and ordered her to go back to her residence and kill her son before committing suicide."

His tone was a bit regretful: "She has a great reputation, no one dares to fight her head-on, our people follow her from afar, and wait for you to die and the British Ministry of Magic to investigate for a few days before going in and searching slowly. Porcelain stone...everything is normal, except that Vicky went to England again not long ago," he glanced at me, "and found that you are not dead yet."

"It was another boy who died at the time," I felt a little ridiculous at their ambiguous way of doing things, "didn't you go to the scene to check, I mean, on TV..." They really don't pay attention to TV, I live Mouth.

"The magic tells us that she acted under the Imperius Curse, and the magic tells us that she died with a boy—unexpectedly, she couldn't completely break free from the Imperius Curse, but cast a Confusion Curse on herself, convincing herself of another The person is you—very clever, very clever...the Imperius Curse was not broken, we didn't even notice," he marveled, and then smiled again:

"She's amazing, as expected of Helen... We'll never be able to keep up with her train of thought. But so what? You didn't die, and you did what she didn't - smashed all the china stones... It's a pity that you are too young," Richard said, lowering his eyes and looking at me pitifully, "Even if you have mastered the porcelain stone early on, even if you are Helen's child, so what...you are still locked up in the end. Here it is..."

"This feud has lasted for 17 years, let's see who can win in the end."

Richard took Vicky out of the room, and proudly closed the delicate wooden door gently.

The author has something to say:

==Tired. The stalk of Chapter 1 is finally over, and the crazy and charming Helen died peacefully and peacefully.That's the truth about the murder.

The OTZ input method has recklessly upgraded the thesaurus, all the idiomatic and vague words have been erased, and suddenly typing is very difficult...Go to your sister's Sogou