At the end of October, 1979, at the beginning of the night.
Located on the southern shore of the Firth of Forth, the streets and alleys of Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, are bathed in a cheerful festive atmosphere. Even this untimely and unseasonal thunderstorm cannot stop people from celebrating this grand event. festival.
In the torrential rain, the Palace of Holyroodhouse and Holyroodhouse standing at the end of the Royal Mile was brightly lit. The dense rain curtain gave this ancient palace soaked in history a hazy coat. However, Still unable to stop the aura of chilling and bloodthirsty lingering around him.
A sharp and piercing sound of opening the door was heard, which was enough to overwhelm the roar of hundreds of millions of raindrops hitting the earth at the same time. The palace garage opened wide, and thirteen black cars filed out of the garage and followed the established route. , broke through the rain curtain and disappeared into the night.
Tonight, the holy thorn bush will defend the glory of the Lord.
In the center of the new city, a happy birthday hymn came from a three-story building with Georgian design style. The pumpkin lantern hanging on the eaves outside the door swayed with the wind and rain, and its swaying rhythm seemed to be the same. Celebrating the little master in the house.
In the fireplace beside the wall, neatly stacked oak logs are burning vigorously. On the wall opposite the fireplace, the edges are wrapped with mistletoe, and golden apples decorated with thousands of strange golden acorns are glowing in the light of the fire. Under the illumination, it emits bright light.
Mr. Hill, who was leaning against the window lattice, withdrew his gaze from the endless darkness outside the window and turned to look at the restaurant, where he was sitting at the long table, wearing a golden gauze skirt and a vine braid on his head. The crown was formed, and the daughter was smiling extremely happily, with infinite love in her eyes.
However, the sadness on that handsome face could not be dissipated.
"Dear"
The graceful Mrs. Hill gently brushed her daughter's temples. She noticed that her husband was strange. While her daughter was talking with her parents, she stepped forward He hurried to the window and tried to dispel the uneasiness in her husband's heart with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity to reunite, my dear, you should spend more time with your family."
"Sorry, Heya"
In person Concerned, Mr. Hill smiled with the same effort. He looked again at the stormy and rumbling house outside. After a while, he sighed heavily.
"I just feel very uneasy in my heart, Heya, I always feel that something is going to happen."
A delicate and slender hand pressed on Mr. Hill's heart. Position, feeling the chaotic heartbeat in her palm, Mrs. Hill sighed slightly,
"I know what you are worried about, dear, but"
Mrs. Hill looked at Jump Entering her father's arms, the coquettish daughter lowered her eyes and sighed the same way,
"This is her wish, dear, she hopes to spend this birthday with her grandparents. You I know that the burden on her will be very heavy in the future, and I can’t refuse.”
HopeMr. Er kept silent. He stared at his daughter, who was as cute and innocent as an elf in silence. In the depths of those light green eyes, not only heartache but also hatred shone.
"When I go back this time, I want to convince the teacher to lead all the disciples to move out of the jungle. Many clues have shown that it is no longer safe there."
Silence After a long time, what Mr. Hill said again made Mrs. Hill frown.
"We have many habitats there. Where do you want to go?"
"Hogwart The Forbidden Forest of Ci, it is very suitable for us to live there. Centaurs are not a problem. We all admire nature and the stars, and we can get along well with them."
Mrs. Hill's hand left her husband's chest, Her frown deepened, and after a moment of silence, she directly revealed the reason why her husband wanted to hide it,
"You want to be protected by that wizard Albus Dumbledore, my dear"
"That's the best result, isn't it?"
Mr. Hill was not surprised that his little thoughts were seen through by his wife. He said frankly,
" Dumbledore's strength and magnanimity are obvious to all. If we can get his blessing, then we can get a chance to breathe. I mean we can not be so anxious to get the handle."
"If it is In normal times, I might support your bold attempt, dear,"
Before Mr. Hill finished speaking, his words were interrupted by his wife,
"But you I all know that now is not a good time. The group of wizards themselves are facing big trouble now. The guy called the mysterious man by the wizards is making trouble in the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore is overwhelmed. If at this time, he is blatantly Accept us"
Rumble
The dazzling electric light cleans the earth, and the deafening thunder covers the approaching footsteps of death.
When the buzzing and roaring subsided, Mrs. Hill continued to express her opinion,
"Do you think that at this time, he will provoke himself to another person who may exhaust himself?" The enemy may not be able to cope with it even with all his strength."
Mr. Hill's breathing became rapid. It's not that he didn't take this into consideration, but he just had expectations in his heart.
"Deng Bu Lido is a kind wizard. I think you should know that we and the wizard were once one, and he would not ignore death."
"That was more than ten centuries ago, dear, we We have parted ways with them long ago. Perhaps Dumbledore has a noble character and will be sympathetic to our situation, but I think a wizard like him will never be a kind-hearted person who is stupid. He will never be"
< p>"Dad, Mom"The increasingly tense atmosphere of the conversation between the two people affected other people in the room. Vitiya at the dining table was reminded by her grandparents, tilting her head and flashing a pure smile. Little eyes looked towards the hall.
"Go and bring your parents back, lovelyThe little elf"
"Yes"
The gray-haired grandfather whispered something in his ear, and Vitiya, who was reminded, immediately jumped out of his arms. , his quirky appearance amused everyone in the room.
The Hill couple took a deep breath to ease the slightly tense atmosphere between them. He opened his arms and faced Hong Pupu at the same time. The daughter with an innocent smile on her little face
Boom
At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the space above the first floor of the house seemed to be destroyed by a wave. The big pendulum swung past and disappeared. The mud in the sky was mixed into mud by the rain before it could spread.
In the suddenly dark world, a cluster of white holy light fell from the sky, nailing it. Into a mess
The bright red blood, the shrill screams, and the cold cries cannot be suppressed even by the rumbling thunder.
"Oh, I will take revenge."
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"I will definitely kill you"
The childish voice with unforgettable hatred made an unyielding oath to fate. Although he was determined, he could not command the movement.
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"Evil heathen. ”
A cold verdict came from the rain curtain, and the chilling holy light flashed again, instantly replacing the darkness that enveloped the world, and wiping out all the seeds that dared to resist in the soil.
In the broken fireplace, the charred oak wood suddenly bloomed with bright green light. A small bud stretched its body and grew out of the ashes symbolizing death. In the blink of an eye, it became a towering tree, blocking the The holy light that cleanses the earth
"Sorry, Vitiya"
The old priest with green hair and emerald eyes ignored the wails of the believers who were pierced by the treetops, and came step by step. Vitiya gently hugged her weak shoulders, and rain mixed with tears and sweat flowed freely on her old face.
"Why, teacher, why don't they let go. Let's pass by."
The little girl no longer suppressed her sobs and burst into tears.
"We have almost forgotten where this hatred started, Vitiya , I don’t know when it will end.”
The old priest’s voice was sad, and his green eyes revealed perseverance,
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