[HP] A Brief History of Time

Mrs. Conway seemed a little distant today, and the Thomases noticed it belatedly.They glanced at each other briefly, sat dryly for a little while, and then offered their farewell winkingly, offering to drop Selina back to the vicarage in the village.

Mrs. Conway naturally agreed.

As soon as the guests left, Mrs. Gibbs, the housekeeper of the Jasmine Manor, appeared behind Mrs. Conway like a ghost, with a hint of impatience on her thin and rigid face, "Madam, I really don't understand how you can endure such a group of self-made people." Big Muggles. It's just horrible! My God, I'm so sick of hearing them bragging about themselves endlessly every afternoon, and hearing them go on and on about silly little things! And that stupid Muggle in the kitchen will be the same from time to time. If others reveal the things in Jasmine Manor, even if you add a few pieces of sugar to your black tea, it will become their talking point!"

Mrs. Conway listened quietly to Mrs. Gibbs' complaints. She held the silver spoon in the coffee cup and twirled it around twice in her slender hand, and finally comforted softly: "We have lived in peace these years, so we must endure the tranquility." A series of troubles caused." She stroked the hem of her skirt, stood up from her chair, and smiled at Mrs. Gibbs: "Dear Mary, no matter who we are, no matter where we go, we will inevitably become someone's talking point. It is possible. Is there no gossip in afternoon tea in the wizarding world?"

It was the first time Mrs Conway had mentioned the word wizard in 11 years.

Mrs. Gibbs' face showed a trace of trance.

Mrs. Conway's eyebrows were full of worry: "Our peaceful life may be broken... I can't figure it out, Malfoy... How could Malfoy let their only seedling appear here? I can't believe it's a coincidence .See that kid? He seems to be prepared—but he's too young, what can he do? I hate this passive situation.” She paused, “Mary , but no matter what the outcome of the matter is, I think you can finally start preparing to bring back those maids in the manor who displeased you."

At the same moment, Virginia frowned: "Wizard?" She looked at the person in front of her like a lunatic, forced a few short dry laughs from her throat, "...Is this a joke?"

Just now, when she learned that Draco was one year older than her, out of politeness, she asked which school Draco was studying at - 11 years old is a watershed, and she should have entered the middle school gate in September up.Serena has always been looking forward to Fenofi Girls' School-this is a very famous girls' school that reproduces classical education and teaches girls etiquette, painting, and even embroidery.Of course, the most important thing is that its school uniform is extremely famous and beautiful, and she is also considering whether to continue to study in the same school as Serena.

As a result, Draco gave her an unbelievable answer, "Almost all wizards in England go to Hogwarts." He sounded like she was asking a rather stupid question, and even told her that she would go too.

Virginia almost wondered if the beautiful boy in front of her had some brain defects that caused him to be so whimsical.

Draco, who has always been critical, watched her lose her manners at this time, but his gaze was tolerant. He suppressed the trembling in his heart, stretched out his slender fingers to take the pink rose from Virginia's ear and sent it to the tip of his nose. On the mouth, he said lightly, "Oh, so you don't know yet."

This ambiguous action made Virginia stiffen, she tilted her head slightly, and felt Draco's cold fingers brushing over her ear.Then, she stood up straight, took a step back, and then looked at him with a frown—she didn't like his frivolous behavior at all.But she was not sure which of her mother's relatives he was.As long as she could remember, she had only lived in Jasmine Manor with her mother, and the only people who came and went were the residents of Wedgwood.

Seeing her suspicion and dissatisfaction, Draco chuckled, and looked up at the flower room in Jasmine Manor, "There are so many flower trees in the manor, which have always been blooming unbeaten, don't you have any doubts?"

"...As long as it is properly cultivated and the temperature is suitable, it will be fine." Virginia said this with confidence. The old man who took care of the flower house in Jasmine Manor is quite famous in Wedgwood.

But obviously the person in front of her didn't think so, and even chuckled at her, "Silly girl."

In Draco's eyes, her expression was a little panicked, her eyes flickered, and there was a trace of guard hidden in the eyes looking at him, and the golden fluffy curly hair was a little messy against her chubby pink face, making her look Looked very dazed.

She was still the same, she didn't know anything about the wizarding world, she didn't know magic, she didn't know Hogwarts before she got that letter.It's the same as those Muggleborns - after living another life, he still can't change his view of those people.But Virginia is different - Draco thought silently, this is his Virginia, supporting his greatest obsession to live again.He knew Mrs. Conway's concerns, but he couldn't understand Mrs. Conway's actions.And at this moment, nothing regretted happened.

Everything has changed since he first met Virginia.

***

Draco didn't stay in the famous conservatory of the manor for long, and he was not afraid of Mrs. Conway's suspicious look. He came back from a walk with Virginia, and simply said hello to Mrs. Conway on behalf of the Malfoy family and Mrs. Before even taking a sip of water, he politely said goodbye to Mrs. Conway in the gorgeous hall of Jasmine Manor.

"Wait a minute, little Mr. Malfoy," Mrs. Conway naturally couldn't help him come and go as he wanted, but she didn't say anything.She glanced at her daughter with a strange expression, and naturally understood that this unexpected visitor might have made a big mistake in her peaceful life that was carefully cared for.Even though she had been prepared, she couldn't help swallowing this breath at this moment - after all, Draco Malfoy's appearance was so unusual that he caught her by surprise.

"Vill, dear," Mrs. Conway looked at her daughter apologetically.

Before she finished speaking, Virginia already understood her unfinished meaning.She had always been mild-tempered and had no objection to her mother's attempts to avoid her.Draco raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything Miss Conway can't listen to?"

Mrs. Conway was angry with him for his anti-client and blatantly sowing dissension. Fortunately, she knew her daughter well.Sure enough, Virginia just smiled, turned around and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, Draco pulled out a slender stick from his trouser pocket. Virginia didn't hear what he whispered at all. She was horrified to find a white light rushing towards her face, restraining herself—— Can't move.

The fear in her heart was like a torrential wave, and she couldn't even make a sound out of her throat, so she could only look at her mother in a panic for help.

Mrs. Conway straightened up from the sofa the moment he pulled out his wand, and snapped nervously at him, "What do you mean?"

Draco took the time to wrap the wand around his fingertips, "Little holding spell, Mrs. Conway, there is no malice. You know that magic is not allowed outside the school, and I have paid a lot of money." risk."

Mrs. Conway was trembling with anger, only to hear the culprit continue, "I'm helping you see the truth, Mrs. Conway. I didn't expect that I would see a wizard in the church, and her greatest reliance would be Not with you—where's your wand, madame?"

"I don't think wands will be needed in Wedgwood." Mrs. Conway spat out the word with difficulty, not daring to look at Virginia's expression.She realized that her thinking would be led astray by a young bastard in her teens, and her face was no longer ugly, "There has never been a wizard here in more than ten years. Little Mr. Malfoy, Who are you representing here?"

Draco's expression became serious at this time, "Whether you believe it or not, I am only representing myself."

Mrs. Conway was evidently not convinced.She glanced at Virginia again, lowered her voice and asked again, "You disturbed our life just because of a prank of your own?"

Draco was noncommittal, he seemed to ponder for a while, and then said, "Mrs. Conway, you will not understand the reason why I did this until you can completely trust me. I can tell you clearly that I have no malicious intentions. I came from I have the same mood as you, and the same purpose——to protect Virginia."

Mrs. Conway sneered, and looked Draco up and down, as if she was looking at a young boy who was a big liar, "How do you make me believe you for such a ridiculous reason? How long have you known Virginia?"

Draco was not annoyed, and his tone was extremely serious, "The magic of time has made me know her for a lifetime."

Virginia has gradually calmed down, and she has already guessed about the weirdness of the matter, but she is still confused about the conversation between Draco and Mrs. Conway.

Mrs. Conway didn't want to hear Draco's nonsense anymore. She was furious, but her voice was like a breath squeezed out of her teeth, and it became more and more low for Virginia to hear, "Little Mr. Malfoy , if you really come here for this purpose, then I would like to thank you for your kindness! If Keweier is an ordinary person, then what you did today is making trouble and sabotage!"

Draco smiled, and pierced through Mrs. Conway's concealment, "Virginia is not a Squib, Mrs. Conway. The protection you give her should not be to keep her ignorant, but to let her know. "

Mrs. Conway could not understand where his certainty came from.Virginia has never had a magical riot since she was born.Thinking of her husband's frail body after being tortured during his lifetime, they thought they would never have children, but God sent them Virginia.Because of this, Mrs. Conway swore to make her happy even if she was an ordinary person without magic powers.

But not without a trace of regret.Hearing Draco's affirmation, Mrs. Conway's anger dissipated a little.

"Don't worry, ma'am, today's visit, apart from you and Virginia, there will be no fourth wizard to know." Draco offered to leave again.He lifted his wand to break Virginia's spell, stared at her for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry to have surprised you." Then he held a delicate lighter in front of Virginia's eyes , disappeared in a flash.

The moment distorted the air, causing a gust of wind to blow Virginia's hair.Virginia was expressionless towards the suddenly disappearing figure in front of her eyes. The amount of information she had to receive at this moment was too much, and she hadn't reacted yet.

Mrs. Conway misunderstood, thinking that her daughter was angry because of her concealment, she secretly cast aside her demeanor and cursed the little Mr. Malfoy who came uninvited and broke the peaceful life of the mother and daughter.

"Vill, my dear," Mrs. Conway said dryly, her usually soft and bright eyes are hiding at this moment, but she dare not meet Virginia's eyes, "...that was the portkey just now... ...I can explain everything to you..."

Virginia took a deep breath, stood up, and slammed into Mrs. Conway's arms with a lot of force, buried her head on Mrs. Conway's lap, put her arms around her waist, and slowly Tun Tun said softly and lovingly, "Mom, I'm afraid."

Mrs. Conway's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she kept rubbing her soft golden head with one hand, "I'm sorry..."

That night, Virginia climbed into Mrs. Conway's bed with a pillow in her arms.Mrs. Conway hugged her daughter and babbled for a long time, telling about many strange things in the wizarding world, such as the little fairies used to decorate the Christmas tree, such as the charming dancing moon monster... Mrs. Conway even solemnly opened the door from the safe. Pulled out her wand.

Vine wood, unicorn hair, seven inches and a half long.Mrs. Conway held the wand that had been with her for more than ten years and had been idle for more than ten years. With just a slight movement of her slender wrist, Virginia watched in surprise as the floor-to-ceiling curtains facing the big bed opened and closed automatically. Separated to the two sides, the silver-white moonlight outside the window flows in gently. In this large room with Edwardian characteristics, the mother and daughter are bathed in the moonlight, lying hugging each other, and slowly slipping into sleep.

In July 11, on the eve of Virginia Conway's [-]th birthday, her life was never the same.