[HP] love

When I woke up the next day, there were only myself and Stuart left in the house.He still got up from the bed exhaustedly, but felt very energetic. "Where's Ajel?" He asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Master Agel has already left. Before leaving, let me tell Master Hill that he will not come back." Stuart dutifully replied by Hill's side.

"Oh," Hill replied indifferently, and it took a long time before he said, "That's fine..." But the voice was so small that even Stuart couldn't hear it.

"Master Bailey's body has been delivered to the family cemetery. What orders do you have, young master?" The old housekeeper calmly narrated the matter, but there was a flash of joy in his eyes, which was clearly seen by Hill.

Hearing these words, Hill's face seemed to turn pale again. He shook his head in silence, thought for a while and said, "I'll go to the basement study."

"Master..." Stuart seemed to hesitate to speak.

"It's okay," Hill comforted his old butler instead, "I think Grandpa Joyce should have an answer to this, and I want to confirm another thing." He paused before continuing: "Stuart, From now on, I will be the only owner of the Stoke family, and I will hold a ball at Stoke Manor in three days, and send invitations to the nobles."

"Follow your orders, Master Hill." Obediently bowing his head, the old butler didn't say anything, and quietly retreated, leaving Hill alone in the room.

When Stuart's footsteps gradually disappeared and could no longer be heard, Hill sat back on the bed.His pretended composure just now seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and a panicked look flashed across his pale face. Although it couldn't be seen on the outside, Hill felt that he was sweating cold all over.His eyes were erratic, as if in a dream.He was even more horrified to find that he seemed to have gradually lost control of his magic power. The chaotic magic power seemed to rush out, and the hidden long red hair and silver eyes had reappeared at this moment, and Hill was completely in a state of panic. In a passive state, I panicked and wanted to escape, but I was still bound here.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up from this state.When he recovered, he was already sweating profusely.Trying to change the color of her hair back, but suddenly it seems futile.After a lot of effort and no success, Hill wisely chose to give up.Now he has more important things to deal with, so let's put aside such trivial matters for the time being!

He stood up slowly. Although his legs were still a little weak, they could still support him to reach the place he wanted to go. Hill walked silently to the basement study. He had an agreement with those old men.

"Merlin, Hill, this is..." Joyce, who was originally indifferent to the portrait, was stunned when he looked up and saw Hill inadvertently, and then he couldn't maintain his pretended angry expression anymore. , exclaimed in surprise.Immediately afterwards, all the portraits poked their heads over, and they all had the same expression on their faces, which was unbelievable.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Seeing the exaggerated performance of the portraits, Hill asked in surprise.Originally, he came here because he wanted to ask about other things, but it seemed that his appearance interested them more.

"Baby Hill, please tell us, did you just become like this?" Sandy Stock, the old man Joyce called his father, looked at his great-grandson with a smile on his face, and his mouth remained the same. Spit out indecent words.

"Of course not. I was on my 15th birthday..." Hill couldn't continue. He saw all the portraits showing a clear, as expected expression. With some doubts, "But isn't it because of the human body alchemy drawn by my father?"

"Huh, human alchemy?! Frieda is not a genius yet!" Joyce looked disdainful.

"Come on, Joyce baby~~~" Sandy smiled gloatingly.

"I'll say it again, don't call me baby!" Joyce gritted his teeth at the title.

"Okay," Sandy pouted, "but you can't say that about Baby Frieda, he's the pride of our Stokers, just look at Baby Hill!"

"I don't know if it's because of that..." Joyce muttered unwillingly.

"What are you guys talking about?" Hill couldn't understand what was going on right now, but he had a hunch that this incident seemed to have a lot to do with him.

"Don't worry, baby Hill," Sandy said in the same tone, and this time even Hill wanted to yell at him, "We'll tell you, after all, you are the only one who has successfully returned to your ancestors." Stoker, isn't it?"

"Back to ancestors?" Hill repeated in a low voice, he felt as if he was about to know something big.

"Perhaps?" Sandy said in a playful tone, "Actually, we don't know, this is just a legend about the Stoke family. It is said that the ancestor of the Stoke family is a nightmare, yes, it is The one you want!"

Hill didn't know what his expression was like now, but he couldn't believe that what his great-grandfather told was not a fairy tale, "You mean, my atavism became a nightmare?" With a slightly mocking tone, he asked out.

"Yes, at least it looks like that on the outside." Joyce said reluctantly, he really didn't want to talk to Hill today, but now it seems to be an impossible thing .

"That's right, look at your red hair and silver eyes, these are all signs of atavism." Sandy then explained.

"My hair follows my mother!" Hill complained, frowning.

"Your mother's hair is not so red." Joyce pushed back stiffly.

"But apart from the magic power, I didn't feel any changes!" Hill looked for all the reasons to refute, "Stuart said that this is all due to human alchemy."

"What does Stuart know?" Sandy murmured disdainfully, "Let's put it this way, Baby Hill, every generation of Stoke has been trying to inspire the blood of our ancestors, but it hasn't been successful until Joyce's generation , we thought Frida was the same, but it looks like he's at least half successful." Having said that, he winked at Hill, "Although I didn't feel any other changes, at least your appearance has changed, hasn't it? ?”

"Then, please tell me, Grandpa Sandy, what's the difference between that great Nightmare bloodline?" Hill asked sarcastically.

"I don't know." Sandy replied naturally, "I haven't succeeded in returning to my ancestors, how would I know?"

"..." Hill really didn't know how to face this neurotic old man, he didn't believe anything he said, and even suspected that all the Stokes were delusional patients.

After a few seconds of silence, he decided to change the subject, "I didn't come here for this atavistic bloodline, Grandpa Joyce, you know why I came here."

After hearing his words, all the portraits stopped whispering, and all eyes turned to Joyce, but the old man who was talking eloquently just now fell silent.

"I know you don't want to tell me, but now that I have become the head of the Stoke family, I think I have the right to know." Hill said sharply and aggressively.

"So, you admit that you killed Bailey?" Although Joyce has become a portrait, Joyce seems to have aged ten years in an instant, he asked wearily.

Hill's face paled a lot in an instant, but he still stared firmly into Joyce's eyes: "No, he is the one to blame. If you don't tell me, I will figure it out. It's just a matter of time. You know, I have the ability."

They stared at each other in silence for a full 2 ​​minutes. Joyce finally lost the battle, and he sighed wearily, "Okay, I'll tell you how to open that box."

Having achieved his goal, Hill was obviously relieved, but his expression was still not relaxed, and he solemnly took out the small box that had troubled him for half the holiday.Under Joyce's expressionless command, he finally correctly input the magic power into the magic lock made by alchemy. With a crisp "click", the box was finally opened. Just like last time, it also changed greatly appearance.

"If Frida has any secrets, it must be hidden in this box, but I still want to warn you that the greed for knowledge is as terrible as the greed for money." Joyce was like a strict grandfather at the moment, but After saying this, he disappeared from the frame of the portrait.

"He just doesn't want to be here for a while," Sandy explained.

"I know." Hill replied somewhat disappointed.

But he immediately sorted out his emotions. There are not many vacations given by the school, and he has to hand over the store of the Stoke family tomorrow. If he wants to deal with these things, he had better do it as soon as possible.So after he put on the gloves, he quickly opened the box.Although the space inside was enlarged a lot by magic, it was still not that big.The contents inside are clear at a glance, an old photo of small size; a small bag with no idea what it contains; a notebook that looks like it has been used many times.Three things take up the entire space of the box.

Hill took out the photo first, and there was a girl with light red hair on it, she was facing herself, oh, maybe she was smiling brightly at the person arranging the photos.Hill guessed that this might be his mother. He stared at the girl for a long time before reluctantly putting her into the pocket watch on his chest.

Then he turned his gaze to the small bag, hesitated for a moment, and poured out the contents, but just as soon as he got out of the bag, Hill felt an evil breath rushing towards his face, and he seemed to be back in the bag again. In the private study of Malfoy Manor, what was seen was the terrifying notebook.But his rationality told him that this was not true. Suppressing his aversion to the smell, Hill looked intently, and a light yellow locket fell to the ground because his hand couldn't hold it firmly.