[HP] Born to be a pair

The trip to Italy is set for early August, and Hawke Sr. is already packing and showing off a full week early.

Now everyone in the town knows that he is going to visit Venice, known as the "Pearl of the Adriatic Sea", which is a rare thing for the always stingy old Hawke.

"It's a good thing!" Penrose said cheerfully. "Little Renee has never been to any place other than studying. This is a good opportunity."

"Oh, Gideon!" Old Hawk put down the foamy beer in his hand, "It's none of her business, this is a trip organized by our factory. Mr. Toland said in advance that no relatives are allowed, otherwise—"

"So, you're leaving in August? Leaving Renee alone?" Penrose looked at him with condemning eyes, "And you told everyone about it?"

Old Hawk was stunned, as if he had just learned today that he had a 17-year-old daughter who was in bloom, and would live alone in a lakeside hut away from people for a month.

——Even if she is a witch with the ability to protect herself, the tricks she uses may force the intruder to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Ah, this matter..." He muttered and grabbed a handful of free potato chips on the wine table, "You don't have to worry, she will live at her aunt's house before school starts."

At night, Old Hawke found his old suitcase again, sorted out the few shirts, trousers and overcoats inside, and then stuffed a mess of pepper shakers, photo frames and flattened aluminum boxes. can go in.

Renee knelt beside him, patiently taking away the unwanted items from the suitcase and putting them back where they should have been.

"I said..." Old Hawke suddenly said, "Where are you going after I'm gone?"

"At home, of course." Renee blinked, not understanding where his question came from.

"Alone? A month?"

"I don't have enough time alone at home?" Renee said. "It's more than a month when you put it together."

Old Hawke didn't speak any more, an expression of anger and guilt flashed across his thin and sharp face for no reason, he took a deep breath, and said casually: "Go to your aunt's place for a while, start school from her, How about it?"

"Which aunt?" Renee asked in surprise.

"How many aunts can you have? I don't have any sisters! That Abigail Shafik, of course!"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect that her father, who was cursing her aunt behind her back before, would make such a proposal.

"We've been going for three months this time," Old Hawk avoided her gaze, and began to mutter again, "Mr. Toland said he still has some business in Turin, and he cooperated with the group of Guineans. A factory...maybe you have to deal with them again..."

"I see," Renee quickly interrupted him, "I'll send her a letter, and someone will pick me up when the time comes."

Although she would not disturb Aunt Abigail again, in order to make her father stop his behavior, Renee had no choice but to agree on the surface.

After receiving the guarantee, the old Hawke finally recovered his cheerful and triumphant appearance these days. After preparing the suitcases he had packed repeatedly, he was about to leave in the early morning of July [-]th.

"She mentioned that she would pick you up tomorrow, didn't she?" Old Hawke asked this question a little uneasily just as he closed the trunk full of suitcases.

"Yes." Renee replied in a good voice. Since returning from the summer vacation, she has always maintained this state of not getting angry easily, which made Old Hawk feel abnormally vigilant.

Before starting the car, he poked his head out of the driver's window again, staring at his smiling daughter with sharp eyes, as if there was nothing wrong, he retracted his head again.

"Okay, don't send it away!" Old Hawk shouted loudly, "Remember to send a letter in October, so that I can send you all the good things about the trip!"

Renee didn't answer for a while, the car had already started, and the half-worn engine sound covered up her uncontrollable sobs.

He may not be able to come back in October!When he gets to Turin, he will find that Mr. Toland desperately needs a Briton stationed there...to keep an eye on the Italians for him...

Perhaps only after May will he have time to return to the embrace of the motherland from Italy.

When the old Hawk drove away from the path, he glanced at the rearview mirror of the car with several bulging small animal cloth bags hanging on it. He let go of his right foot that had slightly stepped on the accelerator, and then stepped back on it.

The sound of the car gradually faded away, and the surrounding became silent, only the indescribable sound that is usual in the silent garden.

That slight vibration that hums like drizzle falling on young grass, and the grass stems gently touching each other.

Under the warm sunshine, the breeze blew towards Renee, who was standing among the weeds, cooling her wet cheeks.

She casually wiped away the water stains in front of her eyes with her hands, and walked back to the lakeside cabin, but there was a slight noise in the forest beside the path.

Renee was startled, turned around, and saw Neville, who was full of branches, rushing in from the bushes. He looked at Renee in the flowers and weeds in a panic, and explained dryly.

"I got lost... Grandma didn't bring me this time, I took the train and the bus...but I couldn't figure out the route..."

After not seeing each other for nearly two weeks, Renee lost weight again, as if she had returned to her slender figure in fifth grade, but she stood there in a simple sweater and shorts, her figure was tall and straight, as green as the eyes of the forest behind her It's like a kind of mysterious deep cave.

Before Neville had time to reflect on his slovenliness, he was shocked to find that he was hugged tightly by her, his warm body pressed against him, and his trembling lips were also pressed against him, sucking hard with some bitter tears. with.

The robin on the branch had flown away and returned three or four times before the frenzied, ecstatic struggle was over, and both were panting.

"What's the matter with you?" Neville asked breathlessly.

"I just..." Renee said, holding her chest with one hand, choked up, "I sent my father away... with all my money... and I used the Unforgivable Curse..."

"You—what did you use?"

"The Imperius Curse! I used the Imperius Curse! So that his factory director, Mr. Toland, could take my money and use it to pay for the travel expenses of a few of them... and he had to be stationed in Turin... Until I come back alive..."

Neville tightened his red lips, and pulled Renee, who was crying hysterically, into his arms again, trying to comfort her with his broad and warm chest.

"I didn't have enough money... so I sold the clothes and jewelry my aunt gave me... I'm so sorry—"

"Why did you do this?" Neville couldn't figure out why she would rather use the Unforgivable Curse than to do so. He didn't want to judge her actions anymore, but there had to be a right reason.

"The next year will not be peaceful." Renee took a breath and exhaled all the emotions accumulated in her chest, "I used to hide, but I won't run away this time.

I want to fight back against all the darkness head-on, and prove everything with a firm attitude—"

He stared at her face in shock, all the words he wanted to say were condensed and blocked in his chest, the tears in her eyes flickered like falling stars, flickering and dazzling in front of his eyes.

"I will never back down from any harm, but they will use my half-breed as an excuse," Renee said bitterly, "to hurt my family...so I'll have to send him out of Britain until it's all over, Collect money to bring him back."

"I have money too," Neville said hastily, "it's not too much...but it's all my pocket money, so I can give it to you."

"I'll borrow it from you." She finally showed a smile.

He wanted to say it's okay to say no, but he swallowed the words rationally, and after looking at the quiet environment around him, Neville had new doubts.

"So, where are you going to live for the next month?"

"It's here," Renee replied. "Although I promised my father that I would go to my aunt's, she is not convenient, so I don't want to bother."

"Why don't you come to my house!" Neville blurted out, "I'm not afraid of being disturbed!"

Now Renee's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.

"This is not a joke," Neville said more and more, the more he felt that the idea was good. "Grandma will definitely welcome you, and I will too! We still have a spare guest room at home, tidy it up, enough for you to spend a comfortable eight moon……"

Seeing that she seemed to be declining, Neville quickly added: "Today is my birthday!"

After speaking, he immediately looked at her pitifully with sky-clear blue eyes, and even took Renee's hands and put them on his head, trying to get her to rub her hair again.

Should he stay alone in this empty room for a month, or go to Neville's house and spend a month with his kind grandma and boyfriend?

Renee didn't think about it for a long time, although several hours may have passed in Neville's heartbeat, but when she nodded shyly, he felt that all his mind melted in a strange, In the feeling of dizziness.

"I'll help you pack your suitcase!" Neville said excitedly, while Renee was still helping him pick up the twigs and leaves from his hair.

As soon as she let go of her hand, he quickly walked through the flowers and broke into the lakeside hut in a familiar way.

Her remaining things were also pitiful. Apart from the heavy textbooks, rolls of parchment, quills and spare ink bottles, the most important thing was the little squirrel doll Neville sewed by himself.

"And this." Renee reached out her hand and took out a pair of familiar pale green hazel earrings from the bottom of the empty jewelry box, and put them on her earlobes again. "I'm not willing to sell this."

Neville's heart tightened, and she felt her lips burning again. At this time, she hugged him from behind with some displeasure, and said softly, "But I don't have money to buy you a birthday present this year."

"It's okay." He put his hand on the back of hers. "It's the best gift for me if you are willing to come to my house for a while."

Like the most ordinary Muggle couple, they left Lyndhurst, head to head and arm in arm.

After taking the bus, train and taxi, they came to Longbottom's house, which was also far away from the city.

Seeing Neville take out a brass key and turn the door open, Renee felt inexplicably uneasy. She was a little timid to face Mrs. Longbottom, but now she was standing in front of the door with no way out.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?" After they walked through the door, a familiar old voice came from the room, and the old witch who came out following the footsteps was Neville's grandmother.

"Oh!" She looked at the two in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "I thought you two were celebrating your birthday alone."

"Hi, husband—grandma."

"No, Granny," said Neville nervously, "Renee would have preferred us to live together, and—"

He first led the shy Renee into the living room, then dragged Mrs. Longbottom back into the corridor, muttering something.

Renee put down her suitcase and schoolbag, stood there nervously, and looked at the living room she was in—the square layout, half-old furniture and many wizard gadgets, gobstones, wizard chess and wizard radio.

The whole is dominated by warm dark red and log orange, the sofa is covered by a handmade flannel blanket, a plate of fresh apples is placed on the table, and Neville's sixth grade report card is placed next to it.

When Renee gradually relaxed and was admiring a landscape tapestry hanging on the wall, Mrs. Longbottom and Neville both returned to the living room.

"Welcome, dear Renee," the always majestic Mrs. Longbottom looked very kind at this moment, her thin body swaying slightly in her robes, "I am proud of your decision, and also of your ambition—— "

Neville tugged at her cuffs, and she withdrew her impassioned tone, and said happily, "Come on, let Neville help you carry the suitcase up, and I'll clean up the guest room."

She happily turned around and walked to the stairs, and she could hear how good she was in the happy tune with a sense of age from the humming.

"Look," Neville said with a smile, "you will definitely be welcome here. In fact, Granny must be sending letters to her uncle and aunt by now."

"What—" Renee yelled, dumbfounded.

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Resisting the thought of replying to you, my hands trembled slightly.

I dare not reply under chapter comments, because I am afraid that the later treasures will be spoiled, so I will blow the trumpet here to celebrate! !blah blah blah blah! !

Congratulations Ash!Be the first to guess the answer completely! !

Before the end of this article, you have enough time to think about the extra content of ordering, hehehe!

But the whimsy of other treasures is really amazing!If I hadn't set the outline and the ending... ahem.

Let me say here that Renee did not participate in the seven Potter incidents because she is not a member of the Order of the Phoenix. At present, no one else knows her secrets and positions except Dumbledore and Snape.

However, her notebook still played a big role. It can be seen as a butterfly effect, which changed the ending of many people.

Next, it's time for the sweet couple to live together again hehehehehehehehe...