38 years of past events

My name is Selina Stock (Selina·Stock), Stock comes from my grandmother's surname, which means ordinary violet, but Selina, in Greek, is a tall and beautiful moon, I used to I once wondered what my mother meant when she gave me this name, whether she wanted me to be as lofty as the moon or as ordinary as violet.

However, time did not give me an answer, because my mother fell ill when I was 11 years old.

My mother has no husband, no relatives and friends. Since I can remember, she has lived alone with me on the left bank of the Seine, in the former residence of my grandmother.

There are beautiful love stories and charming night scenes of men here. When I was 13 years old and looked at the cruise ships coming and going on the river, I used to look forward to such a romantic love, just like believing that my father would also be a handsome man. .

However, when it comes to my father, my mother is always silent. In her short life, I couldn't even learn even a single surname from her.

"It must be because of you that he doesn't want you!"

Finally, when I was 11 years old, my mother and I had our first argument. I used the most hurtful words to pierce her heart. She let out a heart-rending yell and told me to get out.

I broke through the door, and the slamming sound of the door behind me was still fresh in my dreams after time passed.I can never forget her sad eyes and trembling lips, after many years.

At that time, I still couldn't understand my mother, I couldn't understand the pain of a woman who was completely abandoned, and I couldn't understand the pain of a woman who couldn't love her.Her life was soaked in such pain, which tortured her day by day.

Finally, at the age of 13, the first man was welcomed into my little house by the Seine. I asked him with all my joy and anticipation if he was my father. However, he smiled, with a kind of Tell me in a very tactful tone: "Sorry, kid, I'm a teacher."

The piles of letters were dug out from my mother's drawer, piled up to be as high as a hill, and each of them told me that there was a place called Hogwarts in the distance.

"You can't hide anymore, let her do it, Alecto," the man said.

My mother was very ill by then, but even so, she still refused to tell me a word about my father.So when I was 13 years old, I really got angry and left her who was seriously ill, and embarked on a long journey alone.

At the age of 13, I bid farewell to France, the Seine River, and my innocent childhood.

I came to Hogwarts, which was three years later than expected. Although the teacher repeatedly emphasized that I would be a Slytherin, I didn't understand what it meant at that time.

I sat in the sorting chair, the talking hat writhing around my head, making me giggle.

"Oh, do you think I'm interesting? In fact, I think you are also an interesting girl. Well, be quiet now and let me see where you should go. Oh, no need, you belong to Slytherin of."

The hat whispered something in my ear that I couldn't understand, "What is Slytherin? Are there other options?"

"Oh, good girl, where else do you want to go, you should belong there."

"I said, is there still Hufflepuff?" At that moment, I seemed to think of that night, the night before I left, my mother grabbed my hand by the bed, as if asking me to remember He murmured that name desperately.

"Hufflepuff? Are you sure girl?" As if it had discovered something extraordinary, the Sorting Hat couldn't help but raise its volume, staring at the hundreds of pairs of eyes in the audience, but no one knew what happened. What.

"Well, let's go there." So under the influence of my mother, I made the first decision in my life in a daze.

Later, when I deduced the truth of blood lineage from the mystery of the Parseltongue, I resented more than once that it was my mother who ruined everything for me. She let a girl who should have taken the glory of Slytherin be buried in the dust of obscurity In the past, under the decay of the years, she became an old woman who could only do housework.

So, my resentment and complaints soaked through that ignorant and rebellious youth.

After graduating, I turned down all the jobs that my mother thought were stable and reliable. I began to shuttle among the celebrities who were feasting and drinking, and the upper classes who were full of singing and dancing. Those men loved my beautiful face very much, and they always said sweet words that they wanted to marry me , However, at that time, I no longer yearned for love on the Seine River. I laughed at their overwhelmed daydreams with contemptuous eyes. I even began to dream about whether the glory of my great ancestors could continue .

At the age of 20, my mother finally became terminally ill. When I went to visit her in St. Mungo, she could only clutch the clothes on her chest and pant in pain, unable to say a complete sentence to me.

Seeing her lying there in a dry and haggard appearance tortured by illness, my heart ached as if being strangled for a moment. At that moment, I gave up asking her the story about her father that I had been searching for for many years without success. Even the seven years of Hogwarts regrets she brought me were forgiven, and now, I just hope she gets better...

In the early morning of the next day, my mother passed away, leaving this world forever, taking with me the story about my father.

Later, when I was packing up my mother's belongings, I finally discovered the reason for her premature death in this life. Those dense letters and diaries all recorded the deepest love of a woman. In those young years, she Full of expectations, she wrote countless letters and sent them to distant Siberia more than once, but those unrequited loves finally made her heart die in the cold, and she began to record her sad and frustrated life in her diary, so that She is rotten, let her be dusty, her love that can't be asked for, is riddled with holes.

"I abandoned Amycus, all those who loved me, and the freedom I had longed for, just to bet my love as a beautiful and bright firework that passed through my empty life."

As she herself wrote on the paper, her love only lasted for a moment, on that rainy night when she saved my father, on that night when he sucked her blood.

Now, I finally understand my mother. It's not that she doesn't want to tell me the truth, but that she really doesn't know how to tell her daughter, her failed love, and the only father who gave all her feelings to her. To another woman who had been dead for many years.She couldn't speak, every word and every word would poke her heart with the pain of breathing.

Many years later, I returned to Hogwarts in the name of visiting the old professor. Everything was still as familiar as yesterday. When I walked through the corridor, stepped over the stairs, and passed the corridor, I heard a few students doing nothing. chatting.

"I heard that Professor Thickness is leaving?"

"What? Oh, that's a pity. I wish he'd stayed a little longer. Seriously, he's the most attractive man I've ever met."

"Hush! Don't say that, you have to know what he used to do, you would never think so."

"What are you talking about? Ada, he is really the most knowledgeable and gentle male professor I have ever met."

"I mean... oh, forget it, actually I don't know, it's all from hearsay, only those old teachers knew about it many years ago, but they are no longer allowed to mention it."

"Listen to me, the Hogwarts Three Irregularities are still necessary, one, never disturb the Sleeping Dragon, two, never..."

"Okay, okay. I see, I'm just talking casually, and I remember the third rule, never ask a professor about his past. Especially Professor Thicknesse of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Until those students walked a long way, I was still thinking about what they were talking about.

And at this moment, I bumped into a man head-on, with books and lesson plans in his hands, his outline was tough and mature, his invisible eye was covered with a black eyepatch to cover the vicissitudes and lines of time, clean and tidy The shirt was stuck to his straight and tall figure, and he stood there as if even the years would be treated tenderly by him.

He nodded and smiled slightly, and we walked past each other.

Later, I went back to the big auditorium. The students had all gone to class. At this moment, there was no one there. I suddenly wanted to sit on the floor and recall my distant past in a very relaxed and leisurely manner.

"Hey, girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?" The voice of the Sorting Hat came from the tall chair, it was familiar after so many years.

I looked up and looked at it with a smile that seemed to me back then. I'm already thirty, girl?It's been years since anyone called me, "Not bad, how about you?"

"So-so," it said.

"Have you been here, old man?" I asked him.

"Yes, to be precise, I feel a little bored myself."

"Hey, what's the matter with the top of your hat? Why is there a scorched black spot? Did Godric have a habit of wearing a bad hat back then?"

"Oh, it's really exciting to talk about. Back then, that is, more than 30 years ago, there would be a terrible dark wizard. You have all read a piece of Hogwarts school history. In fact, history sometimes It may not be credible, let me tell you this story, it is like this..." It talks about those past events, those events that were written into history and engraved into memories, but its narrative is less With the heavy sadness, we had a little more calm happiness in our giggling laughter.

"Hey girl, do you really not regret it?"

"Well? What did you say?"

"Don't pretend, you went to Hufflepuff back then, did you really regret it later? You can't fool me, the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes, you have the Sorting Hat running in your blood, body, and even your spirit." Leitlinism, but you actually went to Hufflepuff, which surprised me for the first time in a hundred years."

I froze for a moment, do you still regret it?No, it should have disappeared long ago. With the death of my mother, those things that have been settled for a long time have no meaning to pursue anymore.

I really understood my mother's painstaking efforts in time. She couldn't stop me from coming here, so she had no choice but to let me choose the most ordinary way to end all this, to end the curse of the Gunter family, and the Salazar family. The fate of those stories about my grandfather and father should not be repeated on anyone. There are enough misfortunes in this world. May Merlin let them rest in peace.

The last moment I left Hogwarts, Principal McGonagall left me behind. This woman who has witnessed countless histories is now very old, so that every time she speaks, there is always a slowness of memory. She pulls me up. He solemnly handed a black diary to mine: "I think you will need this."

The moment I caught it, I suddenly felt very heavy, and I slowly opened the first page of the cover, and the name of Tom Riddle was impressively written on it.

Memories of those years, from the night when my grandfather was defeated by Harry, to the pain of falling into the darkness, 20 years of exile in Siberia, and 38 years of the past were engraved word by word and written into my heart.On the last page, I read his signature at the end: Randolph Marvolo Salazar Riddle.

"What about him?" I said tremblingly.

"Professor Thicknesse is gone," she said.

For ten years, I haven't seen my father again, sometimes I often fantasize in the afternoon, maybe he has returned to Siberia, maybe he is dead, but that encounter in the sun, that nodding smile is forever Fixed in my mind.

I sorted out and preserved my father's manuscripts, and finally compiled them into "38 Years of Past Events", looking at the cruel war and the truth about the Death Eaters from the perspective of my father's life.

In the evening, I sat in the hut by the Seine, made a cup of coffee, and watched the boats coming and going on the river and the laughter of singing and dancing. I knew that my mother's wish had finally come true, and I got rid of my fate and became a family. A simple writer, not a world-destroying wizard.

The author has something to say:

It’s finally over and the finishing touches are over. Now, everyone can know that the biggest winner in this article is Alecto, who not only managed to sleep with the male god, but also gave birth to a baby. Yes, it’s Serena Stocker. Riddle, who appears in the preface, is actually the daughter of Xiaolanlan.This article is called 30 Years of Past Events, with the leading actor as the first narrator, counting from the night when Lao Fu was defeated by Harry, when Little Basket lost his father, to the finale’s big bang, Lao Fu’s death, a total of 18 years , plus 20 years in Siberia, a total of 38 years, this article ends with Selina Stoke sorting out her father's manuscripts, and finally successfully completed the article!

Appendix: Timeline