[HP] Lover

The warm sun of May shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into a sunny room in Wilson Manor, covering the cold and lifeless room with a layer of warm sunshine. The house elf carefully directed the broom to clean up and down, even with light steps Can't hear at all.

Because the owner of the room was lying quietly on the bed at this time, with his eyes closed, if it wasn't for his slightly heaving chest, he might have thought that the bed was a corpse with no signs of life.

The blond boy walked in gently, and put a crystal cup containing the potion on the bedside cabinet. As soon as the crystal base made contact with the wooden tabletop, there was a slight sound. Take it easy again.

This is a very tidy room, with white and beige intertwined wallpapers, wall lamps that glow faintly during the day, art paintings hanging on the walls, and a set of white sofas near the terrace, which look very soft, Even the carpet is intertwined with small florals, so that the room is full of warmth, which is enough to tell that its owner must also be a gentle person.

"Brother..." The boy's exquisite face showed a little tiredness, but his eyes looked at the sleeping teenager on the big bed with great concern. After a long time, seeing that Aiwen still didn't respond, Idiel stretched out his hand to cover his face, and turned his head Before leaving in a hurry, I didn't forget to tuck in the quilt for my brother.

For a long time after Yidi left, the room remained silent. The only thing that moved was probably the mimosa planted by Ivan himself on the terrace. The pompom-like leaves swayed shyly from side to side in the breeze.

I don't know if he heard Idir's call, or felt his expectation. After sleeping for more than a month, Ivan finally moved his fingers.

This movement is very small, but Yidi just happened to be holding the prepared nutritional potion and put it on the bed cabinet. He has been paying attention to his brother, of course he will not miss this small movement, and he almost knocked over his hand in surprise. Taking a few deep breaths, he carefully put the crystal cup containing the potion aside, bent over and approached Ivan, and asked softly, "Brother, are you awake? How do you feel?"

Ai Wen, who still had his eyes closed, frowned and whispered, "Water, I'm thirsty..."

His tone was a bit pitiful, as if he had just woken up in the morning, was thirsty and unwilling to get up, and willfully ordered the person who always pampered him to pour water.

Idir, who grew up with his elder brother, was stunned. In his impression, his elder brother has always been gentle and gentle, taking care of himself very gently, almost comprehensive, but he has never seen Aiwen like this , like a small animal, pouted dissatisfiedly and rubbed against the corner of the quilt, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, Draco."

Draco?Who is that?

Idiel opened his eyes wide in surprise, and before he had time to think about it, he called out Ryder, the house elf, and poured him a glass of water.

"Brother, that, water." Idiel just wanted to help Aiwen up, but found that he fell asleep again in just a while.

After inquiring about the portraits of his ancestors countless times, and finally confirming that his brother was fine, Idir put the water glass on the bed cabinet and waited for his brother to wake up before drinking, while he himself quickly ran to a room on the third floor of the castle, opened the door and entered , inside is a very rough potion production room, there is only a long solid wooden table filled with various potion bottles, and four or five crucibles are placed on the other side.

Yidi stirred in one of the steaming crucibles, took a closer look at the quality of the potion and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, the potion is fine, I'm so happy, I forgot that there are still unfinished ones." Potion out."

Opposite the long table is a large cabinet, which is divided into left and right sides. On the left are all kinds of potions, all with labels, but from the rough bottles and slightly cloudy potions, it can be seen that this is not very advanced. Potions, but they are all cleaning potions that ordinary wizarding families need.

On the other side of the cabinet are some bottles neatly placed. The streamlined bottles seem to be of great value, but the bottles are almost empty, only the front one is filled with potions. The potion that Dill put in Ivan's room was exactly the same.

It is the best quality nutritional potion, and it is the kind that has been improved by potion masters. It can volatilize in the air and provide enough nutrition for wizards who cannot eat. It can even promote the magic cycle of wizards. When I was just born, I liked to buy this potion and put it in the room.

Wilson Manor doesn't have any children now, but Idiel was frightened by Ivan's depleted magic power when he just came out of the magic circle, and he hurriedly used all the money in the manor to buy expensive nutritional potions.

But that was only enough for more than ten days. Seeing that Aiwen hadn't shown signs of waking up yet, and the food budget in the manor had bottomed out, Idi was in a hurry, and couldn't go to his uncle's house to ask for money, and they certainly wouldn't give it to him. Yes, they wish that Alvin and Yidi would starve to death in the manor, and then inherit the Wilson family in a fair manner.

So the two brothers who occupy the entire manor are actually poor and have nothing. Aiwen's parents died too early, and even the ancestral property is temporarily in the hands of the separated family, waiting for the heir to be confirmed before being handed over to the heir.

Even for the sake of Idil's survival in the future, Aiwen is trying every means to let him obtain the right of inheritance.

Without this incident, Aiwen also wanted to use his own ability to gain a chance for Idir and the Wilson family before this summer vacation. After all, Idir is the only bloodline left in the main family.

Although Ivan is also surnamed Wilson and is the owner of the manor, he has no inheritance rights, and his descendants cannot be surnamed Wilson.

Moreover, Aiwen closed the manor before entering the magic circle. Idir, who is equivalent to a squib, can't go out. He can only communicate with the outside world through elves and owls. , Potions that don't require the creator's magic to make to earn income.

After stirring for a while, the potion in the crucible turned into a nearly gray state. Only then did Idiel take the empty bottle from the other side, put the potion in it, and write his name letter by letter with a marker pen, and then Hold the bottle and put it on the left side of the big cabinet. Although Ivan's magic power is in his body, it is only to prevent the magic core from being completely exhausted. On the outside, Idir is still a squib, and he needs to do everything by himself.

Raising his hand to write a few words on the notebook hanging by the cabinet, Idiil said to himself: "This batch of potions is not enough to send out, but it is enough for the expenses of the last three months...School will start in September. Hogwarts has enough reasons to take the Wilson family's ancestral property back from their uncle, and then they won't have to be so tight..." After a pause, thinking of Aiwen's state, he frowned again and spent a sum of money from the expenses, He bit his lip and muttered, "Buy some more nutritional potions, it will definitely be enough."

After filling the potion, Idiel thought about it, packed up the crucible, and returned to Ivan's room.

In the room, Ai Wen really woke up. Seeing Idil who opened the door, he smiled and said hello. His expression was the same as usual, but it was obvious that he had lost a lot of weight. His beautiful face was deeply sunken, slightly The long blonde hair has no shine at all, and the whole person looks very bad.

Yidi stomped his feet, and finally couldn't help running over, threw himself into Ivan's arms and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, you are awake, do you know how long you have been asleep?" His voice was still faint No matter how mature he is, he is still only an 11-year-old boy, and his only relative is unconscious because of himself. Although he can see him every day, he is always in a state of panic, worrying about what to do in the future every day.

This feeling became stronger after seeing his brother who finally woke up. Agitated and self-blaming, Idiel couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, holding Ivan's clothes tightly with both hands. He also knew that his brother was in poor health just after waking up, so he didn't rush forward with his whole body.

"Okay, I'm not awake now." Aiwen had a familiar smile on his lips. He was always very mature in front of his younger brother. Seeing that the corners of Idiel's eyes were red, he blinked and raised his hand as usual. Touch my brother's hair.

Only then did Idier realize that Aiwen's eyes had changed, and the blackness without mechanism had occupied the entire pupil, and the place where the whites of the eyes had turned gray, which made Aiwen look strangely terrifying, especially at the corners of his mouth. When he was smiling, his empty eyes without pupils swept over Idier's body over and over again, and even Idier, who had lived under the gaze of such eyes since childhood, couldn't help shivering.

In fact, Idier has always been afraid of such eyes. In his memory, everyone and portraits around him are like this, only Aiwen is different. Aiwen’s eyes are like the clear sky in Northern Ireland, with a unique freshness and charm Then when Aiwen also became like this, Yidi was shocked at the beginning, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked seriously at Aiwen's still fair and delicate face, and those dark eyes. Eyes without pupils, said with a smile: "Brother, you are so pretty."

Ai Wen burst out laughing, his smiling face was exactly the same as before: "Don't tease me, I just looked in the mirror, hey, it's really thin and scary, like a skeleton."

The two brothers leaned close together and had a conversation. Ai Wen looked at the light coming in from the window, and always felt that it was too dazzling, and there were chirping birds outside, hanging on the branches and singing sad songs.

The noise was so annoying, Ivan couldn't help frowning, and said softly to his brother, "Dill, help me pull down the window and close the curtains, the sun is too bright."

Idir froze for a moment, glanced towards the terrace, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Outside the terrace, the dark night sky is dotted with stars, and the moonlight casts a layer of brilliance on the ancient manor. In the garden full of zinnias, there is silence.