[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

The book in Irene's hand fell to the ground, but at this time Irene was obviously not in the mood to care about the book. She stood up suddenly and reached out to touch Anita's face, but was blocked by the canvas.There was a trace of sadness in Irene's eyes. She put her hands on the canvas, and tried hard to bend the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to give a smile to the daughter she met for the first time, but failed, and tears kept flowing from her eyes When she came down, sadness and joy appeared on her face at the same time, making her expression slightly distorted.

"Anita? Oh my god, you're already so big..." Irene covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

Anita stretched out her hand, facing Irene's hand across the canvas, and choked up, "Mom..."

Mr. Diary stood behind Anita, with one arm around Anita's shoulder, the other hand folded on Anita's hand, and Irene's hand was pasted together through the canvas.Mr. Diary didn't look at Irene, but lowered his eyes, firmly sticking his eyes to the overlapping hands of the three.

Irene looked at the diary master, and called out, "Tom, you're back..." There seemed to be a tinge of grievance in the crying voice, but also a tinge of joy.

Mr. Diary raised his head silently, stared deeply into Irene's eyes, and sighed, "But you didn't."

Then there was an unspeakable silence, the three of them were relatively silent, Anita and Irene wept silently, and the emotions in the eyes of Mr. Diary were tumbling, complicated and difficult to distinguish.

After a while, Anita, who had calmed down a bit, broke the silence and asked, "Why did you leave the portrait in the vault at Gringotts? Mum should leave the portrait with Dad - I mean Papa Sev - - Then you can grow up with me."

Irene wiped her tears and said, "Stupid words. I'm just a picture, how can I grow up with you? I originally wanted to leave a letter to you. But I want to say too much, I'm afraid of the letter It’s not clear inside, but it misled you, so I drew a portrait of myself.”

"What is Mom trying to tell me?"

"The message I wanted to tell you the most was not to trust your father - I mean Voldemort - because that body wasn't the soul of Tom, at least not the Tom I fell in love with. But now it seems, You father and daughter have done much better than I imagined, although Tom still lost his body." Irene glanced at Mr. Diary reproachfully.

"I will help Dad get his body back." Anita promised earnestly.

"Okay." Irene smiled lightly, "Promise Mom, you must not disfigure Dad, especially not without a nose."

"I promise." Anita laughed out loud, and the diary gentleman's face darkened. Having seen Voldemort's resurrected image in Anita's memory, he certainly knew what his daughter and wife were thinking about now. What an eye-catching picture.

Anita sat cross-legged on the ground, and talked to Irene about what had happened in recent years, most of which were small daily things, and of course there were also the wild horse-like plots in the past few years.Unknowingly, Anita also said that she had memories of her previous life.Fortunately, like Mr. Diary Ben, Irene also accepted this matter well. She winked at Anita and said, "This is a special fate between our mother and daughter."

Anita knew that Irene was implying that she was also a matter of time travel, and she scratched her head a little embarrassedly, "Uh... When I fell off my horse in front of Dad, I might have accidentally knocked off your vest."

Irene turned her head in astonishment, and looked at Mr. Diary in a panic.She didn't want to keep Tom from keeping it a secret, but she didn't want Tom to know about it from others, and the sudden loss of horse caught Irene a little off guard.What's more, her true self is not here. As a portrait, she obviously can't handle such a complicated problem.

Mr. Diary was exceptionally silent today, listening to the mother and daughter quietly all the time, with complicated expressions on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.Sensing Irene's gaze, he looked at Irene tenderly, and said softly, "The problems of your pastare your business. )" as solemn as an unchanging oath.

Erin choked out, "I love you, Tom. Too bad 'I' can't hear that here."

"I will find you and bring you home. (I will find you and bring you home.)" Said Mr. Diary.

Erin shook her head in despair.

Mr. Diary repeated softly, "I will. (I will.)" But he did not try to convince Irene in the portrait. The portrait records the mood and thoughts of the wizard when painting, so the portraits are generally very stubborn, and it is not easy to change. will change your mind.

"We should go." Anita stood up and held the portrait in front of her. "Dad has been waiting outside for a long time. Let's talk after we go back."

"Anita, you'd better leave me here." Irene said suddenly.

"Why?" Anita looked at Irene in disbelief, and refused, "No!"

"Anita, you know I'm not really Irene. I'm like an artificial intelligence that has Irene's memory and simulates her personality and way of thinking. It's not even as good as artificial intelligence, because I don't learn information from the outside world. The ability to change by yourself. So, you chatting with me has no practical meaning, because I am not real. My task is to pass on the information Erin left me to you, and now my task has been completed Irene smiled softly at Anita, "So leave me here and live my life."

Anita knew that Irene's portrait was right, but she still stubbornly refused, "No."

Irene sighed, "Be obedient. You and I are already in two different worlds."

"No." Anita said, "You have no way to stop me from taking you away." Anita turned her head and asked the diary gentleman expectantly, "Daddy, can I take the portrait back? Please~"

Mr. Diary hesitated for a while under the extremely similar eager eyes of the mother and daughter, and finally said to Anita, "Youmay. Butdon'tgettooattached.Iwillbringyourmomhome.Ipromise. Your mother brought it home. I promise.)”

Mr. Diary said to the portrait again, "Before I bring Irene back, stay with Anita, she needs a mother."

Irene was silent, the expression on her face was still disapproving, but she didn't speak up to object, because she realized that objecting was useless, as a painting, she really had no way to prevent herself from being taken away.

Anita wrapped the portrait carefully in a white cloth and knocked on the door of the vault with her wand.The diary gentleman returned to the diary to fuse the split souls.

In the hall of Gringotts, Severus, who was waiting anxiously, saw a huge painting covered by a white cloth slowly moving towards him.In front of him, Anita poked her head out from behind the painting with difficulty, and smiled apologetically at him, "Dad has been waiting for a long time."

Severus saw that Anita's mood was wrong, she seemed to have cried?But this is not the place to talk, Severus rubbed Anita's head comfortingly, took the painting from her hand, and said, "Let's go."

At the gate of Gringotts, Anita and Severus met Draco and Lucius who were also shopping in Diagon Alley, Anita's eyes lit up, and she waved to Draco enthusiastically, "Draco! "

After the four greeted each other, Severus and Lucius chatted, and Anita pulled Draco aside to talk.I don't know if it was Anita's illusion, but she felt that the way Lucius looked at her today was particularly meaningful.

"Your father looks at me a little strangely," Anita said.

Because he was looking at his future daughter-in-law.Draco's ears turned red quietly.

"Haha, it's your illusion." Draco changed the subject a little embarrassedly, "Seeing how enthusiastic I am this time, are you letting me take the blame again?"

"It makes me so sad to have such an image of me in your mind." Anita clutched her chest exaggeratedly.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Etiquette, Draco." Lucius reminded lightly.

Draco quickly corrected his posture, while Anita covered her mouth and snickered.

"Anita, etiquette." Lucius glanced at Anita lightly, and Anita stood up subconsciously, putting on a noble and glamorous expression.

This is all a conditioned reflex developed in childhood, Anita glared angrily at Draco who was holding back his laughter.

"Tell me, if there's anything you want me to take the blame for or help you with," Draco said.

"Can you make picture frames?"

"Picture frames? I haven't done it, but it shouldn't be difficult." Draco said, "You can buy it in the store. There is a store next to Changing Ink Stationery that sells various portraits and blank picture frames."

"The style I want is quite special." Anita gestured in the air with her fingers, "It's a small box that can be used as a pendant for a necklace, with a blank picture frame embedded in it."

"No problem, I can make it. Should be ready before school starts," Draco said.

"That's great, thanks."

After saying goodbye to Draco and his son, Anita and Severus returned to Prince Manor.Anita lifted the white cloth a little nervously, and said to Severus, "Dad, this is my mother."

The author has something to say: Note 1: Quoted from the third episode of the third season of "Sherlock", what Watson said to Mary: "The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege. It's all I have to say, it's all I ok now."