HP - the time the ring is still

We all know..."Peter Peruni was silent for a while, he didn't know how to comfort him, it seemed that the dry words had lost any convincing power, he tried his best to cheer up and said: "Let's go!Where do you want to go? "

Miriel thought for a while, then asked softly, "Can you take me to see the sea?"

"it is good!"

"Your people took them away like this?" Isildur thumped Kleist's barrier, he seemed very impulsive compared to his silent father.

Kleist raised his eyebrows, "Why, can't you?" Her attitude became tougher, and she looked at Elendil and the others with unfriendly eyes: "To be honest, if I knew that helping you would be this In the end, I would rather you sink to the bottom of the sea. I don’t know what the last straw is, but you definitely have an inescapable responsibility.”

Elendil looked serious: "I'm sorry for letting you see such an unbearable side."

"Don't worry, we're not interested in these things, and we won't spread them around for you." Kleist took out a flower pot from his large sleeve robe, and when it was taken out, everyone's expressions changed. Yes, Elendil said in surprise: "This is... oh, thank the gods for blessing..."

Kleist passed the flower pot, "I hope that their whereabouts will not be pursued."

Elendil took the flowerpot, stared deeply at the seedlings in the flowerpot, and replied sincerely: "I understand what you mean, I hope we are still friends."

"No!" Kleist shook his head: "We are neither friends nor enemies, but strangers who know each other. I don't think we will come here in the future." After speaking, Kleist turned and prepared to leave, she walked After taking two steps, he turned around and said, "By the way, do you know about the Phantom Swamp? The territory to the north of it belongs to us. Don't wander there if you have nothing to do. After all, we will be very distressed if there is too much fertilizer!" Then he waved casually : "Let's go, there's more, don't follow!" Turn around chicly, and stride out without hesitation.

As Kleist said, Elrond watched a play in which the protagonists were the descendants of his brother, and he couldn't judge the past between them, so he always acted as a bystander, walking around Kleist. After that, he also chose to leave.

"Father, she is the one who stole the fruit. It is because of her that we are suspected. Everyone thinks it is the fruit of the white holy tree that we picked. It is really hateful."

"Shut up," Elendil stared at the door, but quickly withdrew his gaze, gently stroking the plants in the flower pot; "We should thank her, at least we can still see it, find our hope and To believe in it and keep it going, and that they can germinate the fruit, is already remarkable."

"But……"

"Forget it," Elendil handed the flower pot to his eldest son, turned and walked in the direction of Gilgalad, "let this matter go! The elves are afraid of her, we don't need to cause trouble .We are fighting for those people who follow us and advance and retreat with us. The gods will guide us to choose the right path. Now, the White Sacred Tree has returned, at least proving that our initial choice was correct."

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the top of the forest into bright red. In this dazzling red, the young wizard looked particularly lost.

"This is the worst day I've ever lived, how I wish time would stop here." Ella Smith buried her face in Sirius Black's arms and said sadly.

At this time, everyone was sitting in the watchtower of Fangorn Forest, and they gave the floating island to Christopher Cooper and Dirundel, allowing them to enjoy this last time alone.

James Potter straightened his glasses: "Time? Stop, ah! I thought of it!"

"Be quiet, what are you screaming for?" Severus Snape, who had been studying drug toxicity in his mind, was interrupted by the sudden sharp sound, and growled unhappily.

"I heard that we are wizards! We have a time-turner! Just go back to before they drank the poison and throw away the poison?"

"That's right! Do you have a Time-Turner, Ranrisabel?"

Different from the excitement of others, Ranrisa Bulstrode shook her head in a low voice: "It's useless, I tried, the time converter is useless here."

"why?"

"how come?"

Severus Snape sneered: "Please use your brains to think about it, this is a world created by the gods, no matter its climate, seasons, or the sun, moon and stars are all under Vera's control, including Time, the gods will not allow time to go backwards."

Sirius Black knocked on the forehead: "Damn it, forget about it."

After a short silence, Remus Lupine looked down and said, "Kleist is back."

Kleist noticed that her companions were all on the tower, so she climbed up too, only to find that everyone was there. She leaned against a corner tiredly, closed her eyes and said hoarsely: "Peter took her to the seaside !"

Lily Evans choked up a little: "Poor Peter, how miserable he must be!"

Regulus Black: "No one else to blame, this is his own choice. Although I sympathize with him, since he fell in love with that woman, he has turned his back on us. Love made him a prisoner, lost himself, and tortured , Even if repentance is futile, the harm is a foregone conclusion, he created a gap between us. He felt ashamed to face us, ashamed of Christopher, it was that woman who ruined him."

Ranrisa Bulstrode: "It's not his fault, he shouldn't take the responsibility, although he brought the woman, but compared to Christopher, he is more pitiful, even though he paid so much, he didn't even get his heart .”

"Frank!" Kleist suddenly said with his eyes closed.

"what's up?"

Kleist: "Find a coffin and bring it back!"

Frank Barton scratched his hair vigorously, and said a little discouraged: "I know!" He quickly stood up, took a few companions, and prepared to go to the Barren Mountain Tribe, where there would be something suitable for the human race.

Ranrisa Bulstrode frowned and looked towards the sky: "This sunset glow changes too fast, it's annoying!"

"Yeah! I don't want to watch it anymore."

"It's almost time, isn't it?"

"No, no, no! It's still early!" Even though he has lived for many years, at this moment Christopher Cooper shook his head in a panic like a frizzy boy, speaking meaningless words of comfort.He doesn't face death as calmly and calmly as Direndell can.He couldn't imagine that after giving love and sincerity, he would get such an ending. The person he loved deeply should not be taken away by death like this.

Direndell hugged Christopher Cooper, patted him on the back and said: "Actually, this is also very good, although you never said it, but every time you leave and reappear, it will be the same as when we first met." Almost, I know, you are different from us, maybe you will suddenly leave one day, if you were not by my side at that time, how lonely I would be alone! It’s good to have you by my side now, Chris!”

"what happened?"

"I'm a little sleepy!"

"Don't sleep, please!" Christopher Cooper begged in a low voice.

"Promise me, forgive him! In the end, please bury me in the place closest to you, and, I'm sorry, the things I promised to do together can only be entrusted to you..."

"No...no..." In the empty underground world, a man's mournful cry sounded. Christopher Cooper hugged his lover who was no longer breathing tightly, stroking his gradually cooling face, and couldn't help crying.No pale words can tell his pain at this time, it seems that crying tears are the only way for him to express his sadness. This is Christopher Cooper's most desperate day, and it is also the day that belongs to the best chapter of his life. Rendell buried deep underground together.

"Let's go in later!" The young wizards sat quietly outside the gate of the floating island, trying to plug their ears and close their eyes, not to imagine what happened inside.

Kleist: "What a bad day!"

"I'm sorry!" Kleist approached the man who had been leaning against the coffin, sat beside him and said softly.

The haggard man shook his head silently, without speaking.

"You shouldn't have put him here like this." It was already the fifth day since they returned from Annuminas, and Christopher Cooper refused to let him go into the ground even though he put Dyrendel in the coffin. The crowd couldn't bear to disturb them, and there was nothing they could do, so Kleist had no choice but to come forward to persuade them.

"I know, my reason tells me that I can't do this, but my emotions can't give up. Once I bury him in that dark hole, I will lose him forever." Christopher Cooper's bloodshot eyes Staring blankly at the front, there is a cemetery that has been arranged by everyone. The young wizards once joked that when building the floating island, they specially left a hidden place at the back as their future cemetery. Someone really lay in it so quickly.

Kleist lit a cigarette, handed him to Christopher Cooper, and said, "Give him the dignity he deserves, Christopher, and let him rest in peace. Maybe his soul is watching us not far away? Don't Make him so sad."

After a short silence, Christopher Cooper replied with a hoarse voice: "I know, please wait a while."

"Okay, we're right behind!"

"Thank you!"

Kleist pursed his lips, patted Christopher Cooper on the shoulder, and walked away quietly.

"How about it?"

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