[HP Doujin] 1943

I slammed the bedroom door shut in Francis's face with a bang.

"Lizzie!" he yelled from outside, pounding on the door, "what's the matter with you?"

I opened my wardrobe and shoe cabinet, and with a flick of my wand, I stuffed seven or eight robes and shirts into the suitcase.I cast a hovering spell on the suitcase, opened the bedroom door, and walked downstairs to the living room with a livid face.

"Lizzie!" Francis took my arm. "Where are you going?"

"You don't need to worry about it." I said coldly, "Will you let go?"

He pulled me tighter.

I flicked my wand, and with a flash of white light, Francis let out a cry of rage, his palms blistered with burns.

I followed the suitcase downstairs and went straight to the fireplace in the living room. "The fire is burning!" I pointed to the empty fireplace, and then I reached out and grabbed a handful of green floo powder from the mantelpiece and threw it into the flames.

"Hey!" Francis rushed downstairs and pushed Becca, who was stunned and bloodless from fright, "You can't use Floo powder to travel now!"

"Oh?" I turned around, threw the suitcase in, said "34 Belford Road, Edinburgh", and said to him unceremoniously, "If this trip can kill you His heir, I can't fucking wish for it!"

"Elizabeth! What's wrong with you?" He called out my full name because he was out of breath, "What happened, tell me clearly!"

"What else can I tell you?" I sprinkled Floo powder into the fireplace, "You'd better go to Paris to find that shameless bitch you kept and talk slowly! You stay away from me point!"

As soon as I stepped into the fireplace, Becca's screams and Francis' yells faded away, and I closed my eyes, disappearing into an unbearable whirl.

******

After returning to Edinburgh, I fell ill. I don’t know how many times Francis has been here, but I dismissed them all unceremoniously. Finally, Mr. Kahn and Gillian learned about the situation, and Mr. Kahn left me Potion, Gillian took a few days off to stay with me.

I slept in bed for over 30 hours with a fever and woke up to find Gillian sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.Seeing that I was awake, she smiled at me, put down the book in her hand, walked to my bed and sat down.

"Hey," she said gently, stroking the hair on my forehead lightly, "how are you feeling?"

"Much better," I said. "What are you reading?"

"I'm preparing for the master therapist's exam," she said, "You definitely won't have time to review this year, so wait until next year."

I imagined how Sylvia and Georgiana would react when they heard Gillian's words, and I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Gillian asked me.

I shook my head and said hoarsely: "It's nothing... I just suddenly thought of other people's reactions when they heard what you just said, and suddenly found it quite funny."

"Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart is going to take the therapist's exam..." Gillian also burst out laughing, and patted me on the shoulder, "But, Lizzie, I don't think family life is so important." Not very suitable for you."

What she said was really euphemistic.I showed a wry smile and said lightly: "Have you heard about it?"

"It's been rumored," Gillian sighed. "They're saying that Mr. Stuart and you are getting a divorce. Is it true?"

When I heard this, I was slightly taken aback. Divorce... I didn't think of it at all.

"I had a fight with him, but it didn't get to the point of divorce," I said.

"Don't make a fuss," Gillian's voice suddenly became harsh, "at least you don't get stuck with Francis until you give birth to Charles. Whatever conflicts you have, you can't take your own." Body jokes."

"I'm sorry," I said, staring blankly at the swirls of plaster on the ceiling of the room, "I must have been pissed off to do something like that. I'm not going to risk Charles again, I love him."

"Just know," Gillian said, leaning over and handing me a glass of water from the bedside table. "Drink this, and I'll go into the kitchen to see if Becca's dinner is ready."

"Is Becca there?"

"Yeah," said Gillian, putting a pillow on my back and helping me to sit up, "that girl was with you the whole time. She was terrified by the drama you had with Francis and cried when she first came. It's been several hours. You have to comfort her later."

Gillian got up and left. I took a sip of water and sat on the bed thinking.Perhaps, before this, Francis had never seen the crazy side of my character.He was probably frightened by me, and he was thinking about whether it was the right decision to marry me.I recalled everything that had happened since I married him, and my heart felt sad one after another.

I've never been able to be a good mistress of a manor.

It took me nearly a week to live in my flat in Edinburgh before agreeing to meet Francis.Becca and Gillian avoided him when he came, and I sat alone in the living room waiting for him.

He didn't come up to hug me and kiss my forehead as usual, instead, he just walked to the sofa opposite me and sat down, looking at me silently, there was a strange and unfamiliar feeling between the two of us. atmosphere of.

I wore a heavy cashmere shawl over my nightgown, and my hair was loosely thrown back and tied with a pale green ribbon.The window was ajar, and a cold wind blew in, ruffling the hair on my forehead.

He stood up, closed the window, and broke the silence.

"You shouldn't leave the window open," he said, "it's not good for you or the baby."

I glanced at him and didn't speak.

He sighed and went back to sit on the sofa.He wore a long black coat over his robes, a dark gold tie under the collar of his crisp navy blue shirt, and an expensive-looking platinum tie clip that gleamed in the fire.He reached for his cup and took a sip of his tea, as if to give himself some time to think about how to speak his next words.

"Jacqueline and I have known each other since we were very young," he put down his glass and said in a low voice, "Her father is a Frenchman who followed my mother to Stuart Manor and became a The steward of the manor. We grew up together, and no matter what her feelings for me are, I have never had any unreasonable thoughts about her."

I leaned back on the sofa cushion, playing with the tassels on the shawl, looking in the direction of the fireplace, with a pale face, still silent.

"Melinda is not my only daughter. I also have a daughter named Eleanor. She is one year older than Melinda and lives in Paris with Jacqueline." He continued in a flat tone , "Eleanor's birth was a mistake. If time could come again, I would never do such a thing."

"Did you suddenly go to Paris last time to see their mother and daughter?" I asked calmly.

"Yes, Jacqueline had a sudden illness, and I paid for a nanny for Eleanor."

"Actually..." I turned my head slowly and looked into his eyes quietly, "Francis, I don't really care how many women you have outside. I just want to know what's going on with us now. You married Me, I don't expect you to love me wholeheartedly, I just hope that I can live this life safely, but I am not happy. When I lived in Stuart Manor, every minute and every second I I feel like I can’t breathe.”

He looked at me and frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand what I was talking about.

"If you mean that I don't spend enough time with you..."

I shook my head and cut him off. "I'm too tired to think right now," I said. "I'll talk about it later."

"Then can you move back home?" he asked, "There are already a lot of rumors out there."

Seeing me mechanically nodding, he was greatly relieved.

I will move home only on one condition, that I shall remain in London till Charles is born, and that I shall never go back to Stuart Park.Although reluctantly, Francis agreed to my request.

Living in London, I feel a little better, maybe because there are so many more social activities in London that I don't have enough time to cranky.Francis probably noticed this too, so he started hosting more and more dinner parties at home, and sometimes took me out for tea and football.

Shortly after the new year, Francis' assistant, Jonathan, sent me a letter saying that Francis was going to take me to the Quidditch semi-finals.Actually, I don't like to watch the game. The Quidditch season is an important part of the social season in London. When the final is approaching, everyone from London's wizarding world will come to watch the game.For them, watching the game is not the point at all, entertainment and greetings are.

It was a Friday morning, the snow had stopped, snow was piled up on the side of the road, and the wind was bitterly cold.I was wearing a thick fur coat, and Becca helped me into the car.

Becca kept nagging in my ear: "Ma'am, it's so cold and it's going to snow anytime, you really shouldn't go to a place where there are so many people on the Quidditch pitch, in case someone pushes you, or squeezes you What about you?"

I smiled and said to her, "That's much better than staying at home and suffocating."

When we arrived at the stadium, the staff quickly took us to the private room where Francis was. Francis was already there. He was sitting side by side with the Minister of Magic, and the two were talking closely.Seeing that I arrived, he immediately stood up and helped me to sit on the seat. The Minister of Magic and his wife also shook hands with me and said a few polite words of greeting.

It's the quarterfinals of the winter league, the Chudley Cannons vs the Holyhead Harpies, the stadium is buzzing with fans of both teams wearing red and sky blue badges, waving flags and screaming Shouts and whistles resounded throughout the audience.

Our box was at the top, a spacious one, with Sylvia and her fiancé, Signus, in front of us, Abraxas Malfoy and Georgiana on their right, and a nurse with a baby in her swaddle. Lucius with a pacifier in his mouth.

Sylvia gave me a nod, and Georgiana gave me a warm welcome, a big hug, and questions about my health, until Abraxas sent her to speak to the Ministry of Education. After the minister and his wife greeted me, she let me go and followed her husband.

"I really don't know what these people are doing with a child under one year old to watch the game, and what he can understand... What if a Bludger flies over and smashes his little head..." Bei Ka's eyes fell on Lucius, and he muttered dissatisfiedly beside me.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Professor Slughorn, the Potions teacher of Hogwarts, in the box. He greeted me enthusiastically, while complaining that I didn't invite him to my wedding.

"Professor, Francis and I got married abroad, and no one invited me." I said.

"Young man these days," he tutted, shaking his fat head, "but Miss Black's wedding is very traditional, isn't it? The Black family has always been like that. You see Gwenog Jones Is she right there in the box, she's one of the students who respect me the most, just moved to the Holyhead Harpies this season. Tony Randall was a rare hitter back then, too bad To the Ministry of Magic! Speaking of Tony, he's waving at me!"

I listened to his nagging, nodded, and dealt with the people who greeted me from time to time.

"Ah! Tom is here too!" Professor Slughorn yelled suddenly, so frightened that Becca almost smashed the telescope in his hand on Sylvia's head.Slughorn stood up happily and walked out into the aisle with the expression on his face like that of a slug that has seen some delicious fat.

I looked up and couldn't help but freeze in place.Tony and Tom walked over together, both of them were tall and handsome, with a good-looking talent, which caused many girls in the box below to turn their heads and stare at them.

Tony was wearing a suit with a black fur cape over the suit, Tom was wearing a black robe and a silver tie, and a beautiful blonde girl was beside him.She was wearing a dark golden robe, holding his arm tightly, with a sweet smile, and long golden hair hanging down her shoulders.

I frowned, gently pushed Georgiana who was standing next to me, and asked, "Who is that woman next to Riddle?"

"Oh, that's Adelaide Smith, Hepzibah Smith's niece," Georgiana whispered in my ear. "You've heard of Mrs. Smith, haven't you? She's the most unreasonable old lady in London." A woman, but she comes from a very prominent family, her ancestor is Hufflepuff, one of the Big Four."

"How did she and Riddle end up together?" I continued.

"I don't know," Georgiana shrugged. "Abu mentioned this Mr. Riddle to me. He works in a shop that resells magic equipment. He is very talented and charming. Although he doesn't work in the Ministry of Magic, But with a lot of high-status people. Francis doesn't like him very much, by the way."

Before I could ask the next question, Francis waved to me not far away.I walked over and took his arm.

"Tony is here." Francis' expression was not very happy, but he concealed it very well, "The black-haired man with him is Tom Riddle. Don't talk to him later, just say hello, he Not a nice guy."

I glanced at him, bit my lip, and said nothing.

Seeing Professor Slughorn, both Tom and Tony had polite smiles on their faces and shook hands with him, then Tony walked over to me, his blond hair was messed up by the wind, his handsome face With a bright smile.

"Lizzie!" he yelled, giving me a firm hug. "How's it going? How is Francis treating you? If he treats you badly, tell me right away and I'll fix him for you."

"I'm fine," I said, laughing. "Francis couldn't have been nicer to me, could she, dear?"

I looked up and gave Francis a sweet smile. I felt the muscles in his arm stiffen slightly in my hand, but the smile on his face was still very natural.

"Yeah," he patted Tony's shoulder with a smile, "how dare I treat your sister badly?"

While chatting and laughing, everyone took their seats one after another.Tony sat on my right, and Tom sat on his other side.

"Hi," Tony said to me, "how long have you been living in London?"

"It's been two months," said I, "and I don't want to go back to Stuart Manor any more. I'll be smothered there."

Tony laughed.As I spoke, I turned slightly towards Tony and saw Tom sitting on the other side of him.His hair was a little longer, and the profile of his face was still so handsome, but it was a little more sharp and decisive than before.Adelaide was talking to him, and he looked down at her, his dark eyes were deep and bright, his expression was very focused, and there was a faint smile on his mouth.

"I just came back from Romania yesterday," Tony said. "Francis was still there negotiating with the Ministry of Magic over there about the exit fireplace. Until now, those Romanians have refused to connect their Floo network with the British one. We have to go to France first to go to Romania, and then turn around the fireplace in France."

"The Department of Transportation is struggling with this issue," Francis interjected. "There are some guys who insist that this is the mess of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Why should our department deal with it, so they have been arguing all the time."

Not long after the game started, the Minister of Magic and the Minister of Education came over and called Tony and Francis away.That leaves Tom and Adelaide Smith alone in the row with me.Immediately I felt uncomfortable, and even though there was an empty seat between me and Tom, I felt that he was suddenly much closer to me.

When the game was at its most intense, everyone was shouting and screaming, but Tom and I sat quietly in the same place all the time, motionless.

I made up my mind not to talk to him.But, after a while, Georgiana in the front row turned her head and said something to me, and I answered her, and when I turned to look at her, I met Tom's eyes.

He smiled, looked at me calmly, and said, "Hello, Mrs. Stuart."

Then he turned to Adelaide, and said to her: "You haven't seen Mrs. Stuart, have you?"

Adelaide is a girl with a big smile.She looked at me with an innocent smile, held out her hand happily, and greeted me.

"Is this a boy or a girl?" she asked curiously.

"Boy." I told her.

Adelaide laughed crisply, and said: "I like little boys! If I could also—" At this point, she felt a slip of the tongue, and quickly glanced at Tom, blushing to the base of her neck, and turned her head away without saying a word up.

If I were the same Elizabeth Bradley who was just out of college, I would be as shy and flustered when I saw Tom.But now Elizabeth Stuart just smiled lightly, and calmly helped her out: "Our Melinda is the same as you, she likes little boys the most. She really likes to tease Lucius."

Adelaide became happy, and simply sat in the seat between Tom and me, chatting with me.We chatted from the NEWTs exam to Sylvia's wedding, and finally I very politely invited her to visit Stuart Manor at Easter.

I chatted with her happily and relaxedly on the surface, but I was a little absent-minded in my heart. Tom's simple greeting sounded particularly harsh to my ears.I recall every detail of the last time I saw him, and I will never forget his melancholy and lonely figure on the icy platform.Now when we meet, we are so polite and polite, as if we are friends who met by chance.

This made me inexplicably angry, but there was nothing I could do.Life is a play full of irony.

That night, Francis and I were driving home in the car when he asked me out of the blue, "Why did you and Riddle talk so much?"

A burst of impatience suddenly surged in my heart, and I tried my best to tell him in a calm tone: "I'm talking to Adelaide."

"That girl from the Smiths?"

"Yes," I said flatly, "I invited her to the Easter dinner at our manor."

"Who asked you to invite her?" Francis' voice became colder, "Our family has no contact with the Smith family, so we are not allowed to invite her when we write the invitation."

My anger surged up, I turned my head to stare at him, and said angrily: "It's not your turn to care who I invite!"

"Lizzie," he stroked his forehead with his hand, "I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now."

"I don't even want to see you right now," I countered.

At this time, the car had already arrived at the door of the house. With a gloomy face, he helped me out of the car and went to the study without saying a word.