[HP]Aluet

"I've been stalking Ranbusi for a few days, I'm pretty sure he put the Horcruxes in the Ministry of Magic, he's really brave, but also, the most dangerous place is the safest, no one knows about the Horcruxes except us ’ said Irina.

I didn't pay close attention to what she said until she waved her hand in front of my eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you listening?"

"Listening." I said.

"Then do you still want to do something? You won't really give up?" Irina looked at me suspiciously.

"As I said, I can't do anything—" I shook my head, "It's not that I don't want to. You don't need to worry, even if I don't need you to do anything, I won't stop your medicine."

She snorted coldly, noncommittal.

A sense of powerlessness and decadence filled my whole body. I propped my face on the book, and I completely lost any desire.The only thing that supports me is the hatred for Riddle, which stimulates my nerves every minute and every second, but they are no longer burning as hotly as before, and the successive waves of blows leave them nowhere to vent .It was as if I was imprisoned by something, and I seemed to have become a puppet manipulated by others, unable to make a sound or save myself.

For the first time, I feel so strongly that I am useless—if there is something that can make me strong enough to compete with Riddle without having to live in such a slump, I think I must be willing to pay any price.

I buried my red eyes in the crook of my arms.

"Hey, let me say, what's the matter with you?" Irina pushed my shoulder, "What's wrong with you again." She mocked me mercilessly, "Weren't you still very arrogant before?"

I straightened up a little irritably, and stood up from my seat: "Go quickly, and don't come to me except for August [-]th." I left before her and walked quickly on the street On the road, countless buildings were left behind by me.

As the days passed by, I still often went to Potter's place—maybe I was too obvious, and he also noticed my abnormality. He wanted to ask me something, but I didn't mention anything to him.I deliberately kept my interactions with him to a minimum, other than about the pomade, and over time he stopped caring about them.The originally relaxed atmosphere was no longer the same as usual, and I knew it was all because of me—our relationship quickly became estranged.

I began to slowly go back and adapt to a person's life.

"I was asked to give this to you." Potter handed me a folded note.

I took it with no expression.

"Who?" I asked.

"I don't know you." He said as he walked inside, "Maybe I don't know you well either. He followed you when you left last time and even forgot your name. I reminded him that your name is Alice. Not Ashley."

I didn't ask any more questions, and opened the note.

[Tower of London at seven o'clock in the evening on the tenth, I have something to ask you. ]

I stared at that line of writing for a long time, I don't know how long I stood there, but finally recovered and put it away.

I recognized it as Orion's handwriting.

I'm puzzled, I don't understand why he still wants to find me when he's done with a forgetting spell.

September [-]th is today.But I'm not going to meet him.

I locked myself in the house to read and practice spells.The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the fog in the daytime has almost dissipated at this moment.I glanced at my watch, it was past eight o'clock.I released his pigeons and now a good hour has passed and he should go too.

I lifted the quilt and got in, closed my eyes, but I didn't feel sleepy.I lay awake like this for a long time, and finally sat up.

I stood by the window and opened it a little.The evening wind blows on my face through the crack of the window, cooling the hot temperature around my eyes.

Driven by a special indescribable emotion, I flew out, flew to the Tower of London, and landed on a high platform with no one there.

I sat on the edge with my legs dangling.I stared at the twinkling stars in the sky, which became extraordinarily dazzling after a heavy fog.

I heard the sound of the Apparition Charm behind me, I turned my head and saw a black trench coat.He came closer and sat down beside me.

I stared at him, the brim of the hat blocked his eyes, and I could only see the tall nose bridge and the black curly hair beside the ears. His slender, bony hand lifted the hat off, and the whole face was clearly presented to me. before.I sat there motionless, feeling indescribably complicated. That strange feeling was as if the dead branches and leaves that had not been taken care of for many years were violently torn off by the wind.

His brows and eyes became more intense against the backdrop of the night, and his eyes were as bright as black jade. He looked at me and showed a distant and polite smile, which was a little gentler than the last time I met by chance at the Ministry of Magic.

"You...haven't left yet?" I was stunned, I found that my vision was becoming blurred at an uncontrollable speed, my eyes were filled with soreness, I lowered my head, not daring to look at him, afraid that he would notice To my emotions, "It's already 09:30."

"I still want to see you," he said.

My heart clenched strangely. "We haven't had much time together, sir. I don't know what to say—you should go."

Orion responded quickly, his voice calm as still water: "You don't need to rush me to go, this will be the last time, I promise."

I opened my mouth, but he continued, "I always feel like I'm missing something, because I should know you, Ashley."

I was so flustered that it was indescribable, I shook my head trying to deny him.

"But I'm sure there's no trace of you in my life. I've been looking for the answer for a long time, but I haven't been able to find it." He lowered his head and took out a letter from his pocket, "I'm in my drawer. Found an unsent letter, but I don't remember writing anything like that."

I remained silent, and listened to him speak plainly sentence by sentence. His tone was as calm as if he was stating a very ordinary thing.

"I rummaged through a lot of things for this strange name - I did it before I saw you last time, and I only found traces in that inconspicuous corner of the newspaper in 1946," he said. , "Since it's been so long, I don't plan to pursue this memory anymore. As for this letter, since your name is signed, I think it should also be handed over to you."

I took that letter.

"I don't know if we have experienced anything." He withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, "But I still decided to come to end this matter—for the strange me."

He lowered his eyes, but I couldn't say a word.

"Next week, I'm getting married."

I stared blankly into his face.

There was a dead silence.It was as if my heart and lungs were being held by something, and I was breathing hard in this dead silence.

"I suddenly found that I couldn't understand why I had been rejecting this matter for so many years. I felt that there was no need to procrastinate any longer, and I should let my family members go-because I never had this kind of experience. I mean, my father is going crazy." Orion twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone seemed very relaxed.

The warm liquid gradually blurred my vision.

"I'm sorry." He looked at my reaction, not knowing what he said that irritated me.I shook my head, trying to tell him it was okay, but my throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and I couldn't make a sound.He thought for a while, then kindly handed me a piece of paper.

Orion hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether to say anything more, but he finally said, "I'll always be fine—and I hope you're fine."

I turned my head and looked at the stars in the sky. Tears were like broken beads falling down my cheeks without stopping. I struggled to pull out a stiff smile: "I will."

"Okay." He nodded, stood up, and probably felt that he had nothing else to say, so he turned around and disappeared into the distorted space.

I was alone, blending into the cold night.I tried to open the slightly wrinkled envelope with my slightly trembling hands.The wind made my fingers feel numb, and it took me three times to tear it apart.

[Aisley...

When I'm with you, I always think of the heavy snow in winter

When it snows, it is not as cold as usual. After the snow stops, the water will freeze

But they will slowly melt - in my heart, like a river revived by the warm wind of spring

And this feeling is endless, it will never go away]

……

The water dripped down, soaking the delicate handwriting.

I buried my face in the letter, the smell of parchment and ink in my nostrils.

I don't know how long it took before I raised my head.

I lit the stationery in my hand and watched it slowly burn and disappear from the last word.

The wind blew gently, and with the last spark, it flew away into the distance——I finally couldn't see those ashes anymore.