That night, Aurora fell asleep curled up on the couch with the book in her arms. The dream was messy, and the pointed hat in the violet robe kept laughing at Aurora. She was baffled by everything here, and she had been dragged by someone through an ancient castle, from the corridor to the top of the tower, from the classroom to the forest.
The castle seems to be forever foggy, and the surrounding characters are all blurred, looking like a cloud of various colors of human shapes moving and jumping
She dreamed of a roof full of stars, hundreds of candles floating in the air, and a talking hat.
The hat leaps from the curved table with carved gilt trim and rests firmly on Aurora's head, giggling...
It wasn't until dawn that Aurora woke up because she rolled over and fell to the ground. There was no carpet on the floor, and Aurora was a little dizzy from the bump, and her chest was pressed by the sharp and cold book in the corners, almost breathless.
She must have accidentally fallen asleep looking at this book last night, which is why she had such a strange dream. It's just that yesterday's mysterious and strange person shocked her too much, plus this magical fairy tale is really divinely written, portraying a rigorously classified ancient and ancient magic academy to life, as if it really exists in this world...
Aurora lay on the ground, her hands unconsciously holding the book, her brown eyes staring straight at the mottled roof with a little dry and cracked wall skin, and the fine light imprinted a little light in her eyes.
She opened the book, stretched out her arms and raised it directly above herself, looking at the incredible passages, and a question suddenly appeared in her heart - if everything written in this book is true, then was that person from Hogwarts yesterday?
Don't joke, how can there be such a nonsense thing as magic in this world.
But what happened to the guy who suddenly disappeared yesterday?
Is it just that you are hallucinating? But the mail did reach me.
And before, those potatoes and vegetables that moved on their own ...
All kinds of thoughts were crammed into Aurora's mind, almost stirring into a pot of porridge, and a large mess of thick bubbles was making annoying boiling sounds.
It wasn't until Marianne's coughing sound came from upstairs that Aurora quickly rolled over and got up, not realizing that a few strands of overly long blonde hair fell into the gap in the wooden floor, and then were hooked by the barbs in the mezzanine. So the moment she jumped, her scalp was pulled with a tingling pain, and her hair cracked like strings.
She came to the door of Mrs. Field's room, opened the door and walked in: "Mom, are you better?" Do you want me to bring something up to you?" With that, Aurora put the book in her hand on the bedside table and put the pillow behind her back for Marianne so that she could lean more comfortably: "What do you want to eat?" "
Marianne shook her head lightly, reached for her coat, but accidentally touched the book: "What is this?" "A book." Aurora glanced at the cover, "Hogwarts, a history of the school." "
Marianne was stunned for a moment, then silent for a long time, and then gently squeezed Aurora's hand, her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the gray wall, and her voice was vague like a feather floating in mid-air: "Have you seen it?" Is it from yesterday's stuff, right? "
"Yes."
"Can you read a passage for me, honey?"
Although Aurora was a little puzzled why, she still held the book silently and obediently, turned to the first page and began to read. Her crisp voice, with its youthful and beautiful smoothness, permeated the empty room, as pleasant as a music box: "Hogwarts is one of the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, boarding for seven years. There are four branches called 'Gryffindor', 'Slytherin', 'Ravenclaw' and 'Hufflepuff'..."
When she read about the Slytherin House training session, Aurora already felt dry in her mouth and a little stiff in her neck, so she tentatively suggested, "Do you want to continue at night?" This book is really thick. "
And in fact, it is also completely fictional ... She guessed the words.
Marianne was silent, as if her entire consciousness was in a state of emptiness. After a long time, she suddenly turned to look at Aurora, and the tiny tears in her eyes were like sparkling diamonds: "Let's go buy a birthday cake, right?" Right now. "
"Uh, okay." Aurora was completely confused, she remembered that Marianne's birthday was in September, and she was only seven last month, and she didn't understand what to do when she went to buy cake. But Marianne's appearance was so hard to refuse, and Aurora even wondered if she had become insane because of the news of her husband's death.
She had only joined the family for only half a year, and she really had no emotional resonance for the father she had never met, except that she felt that his departure was regrettable. But as a couple who have been together for many years, suddenly losing the blow of each other, Aurora thought that Marianne's pain was far from what she could imagine.
"So what flavor do you want? I went and bought it back soon. Aurora stood up and said. Marianne dressed, and the smile on her mouth was fragile to the point of disillusionment: "Let's go together." It's your father's birthday, and I'm going to pick a cake for him. "
Aurora opened her mouth, unable to think of anything to persuade the other party, so she had to agree. In fact, it's definitely not a good idea to let Marianne go out on the streets with herself. Because compared to the stones and potholes on the ground, a considerable part of the town is very unfriendly to the Field family.
After buying the cake and walking home, Aurora was even more convinced of this recognition.
The Peterson triplets who swaggered across from each other had the typical "Field will be unlucky" expression on their faces.
Aurora took her mother's hand, lowered her head and quietly moved towards the side of the road, letting her long hair hang down and pull it into a light golden curtain, giving up enough space to the three demon kings. Unfortunately, such a move did not satisfy the Petersons, they looked at each other, and then gathered around Aurora.
"Rose? What's wrong? Marianne noticed that Aurora's hand was tightening unconsciously, subconsciously holding her hand back, and at the same time heard the sound of someone around who seemed to be approaching, "Who is coming?" "
"It's no mom, let's go faster, just a little faster." Aurora took a step and held her mother tightly, dodging the malicious squeeze of the oldest boy. Marianne had also discovered the insecurity around her at this time, and instinctively wanted to protect her daughter, but was quietly tripped by Little Peterson on the side, and the whole person suddenly fell forward, and the cake in her hand also flew out and smashed to the ground.
"Mom!" Aurora hurriedly went to hold her, desperately trying to pull her up, "Mom, how are you?" "
"Hahaha... The old blind man of the Field family fell! "The little bastard is so scared that he cries and pees his pants!"
"Shut up you stupid pigs!" Aurora's anger suddenly soared, and the light in her brown eyes was burning amazingly. She grabbed the useless cake and candle next to her and threw it at the boy who laughed the loudest and the oldest. The white cream immediately burst above his head, causing laughter around him.
"I'll fuck you freak, you dare to throw me!" Because of the extreme anger, the boy's whole face was red to the neck, and his round head was like a ripe prawn, "Hell, no one wants a monster that no one cares about!" "
His strength was much greater than that of Aurora, and when he grabbed her neck, Aurora was almost breathless. At the same time, she was also sure that this bastard definitely ate too much onion and garlic for breakfast.
Marianne screamed miserably for them to let their daughter go, only to be relentlessly taunted and coldly watched by the people around her. Aurora was pushed in front of a bamboo plaque filled with eggs, and the rushing blood surged against her eardrums, causing a wave of terror that made her almost faint.
"Let go of me..." You are the freaks, the mongrels that no one wants! A bunch of stupid pigs who are uneducated, brainless and can only mess around!
These curse words were scolded by the triplets before, and when she was forced to hurry, she was happy to return it untouched. But the strange thing is that these words were clearly said by the three nasty brothers at the beginning, and every time Aurora returned the salute, they would be far more violent than themselves.
Aurora reached back indiscriminately to find support, inadvertently overturned the bamboo plaque, but the eggs inside jumped up one by one and smashed them on the head of the boy who pinched Aurora, and in an instant, the ground was full of slippery egg liquid and broken eggshells. When the people around saw this, they suddenly exploded the pot, shouting and cursing, away from this farce.
But that's not the end of the story.
The wooden cart that originally contained bamboo plaques and eggs suddenly seemed to come to life and began to jump up from the ground and run over the three boys. After seeing this scene, the Petersons were suddenly frightened and fled out in all directions. After many of the egg yolks were trampled by them, they stretched all the way in the direction of their escape like a stamp. Several times they fell because of eggs on the soles of their feet, but they immediately got up and continued to run forward, for fear of being hit by the cart.
When they passed a tree, the man hiding in the tree caught the opportunity to drench it with engine oil from head to toe. Now, it will not be easy for them to get up from the ground.
"I'm really sorry to meet this way." Aurora saw the dark-haired boy she had seen in the backyard clearing walking towards her with a happy expression of regret, "But I guess you should not mind me scaring them?" "
With that, he bent slightly towards Aurora, who was sitting on the ground at a loss, with a gentle and charming smile on his face: "Need help?" "
"Who are you?" After this series of changes, Aurora felt that she was already quite unfavorable to speak, and could only stare at the other party without moving. Before he could answer, Marianne, who was picked up by Vaux, who had just jumped from a tree, recognized the voice first: "Ciris? Are you Ciris Black? "
"It's a pleasure to see you, ma'am." Siris nodded at Marianne, then stretched his hand at Oro and helped her up, "Are you okay?" "
"Yes sir, thank you very much." Aurora retracted her hand and carefully ran to her mother, then looked at the boy next door who suddenly appeared in surprise, "Vox?!" When did you come? "
"After pouring that barrel of engine oil for that group of bullying bastards." After Vaux finished speaking, his face was a little strangely solemn, "My father will definitely not let me go." "
Siris winked slyly at the golden-brown boy and said in a somewhat naughty tone: "But you did a commendable right thing because of it, and you don't need to and shouldn't be upset." If I were you, I might be a little more ruthless, like lighting them like fireworks. "
Aurora and Vaux twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time after hearing this, and although Ciris's smile was so fascinated that no one could find North, the words that came out were simply whizzing.
"What are you doing here?" Marianne looked at him unfocused, her figure a little hoarse from the roar just now, but more of a calm and some strange coldness. Cirith didn't seem to mind Marianne's unfriendliness, but instead restrained the cynical attitude she had just spoken to the two children and explained very modestly, "I'm sorry for bothering you, ma'am." But I brought back some of Emmond's relics, which he once said must be delivered to you. "
"You know my dad?" Aurora sensibly realized something and asked.
Siris crouched down, reached out and gently touched Aurora's head, his fingertips brushed her long hair, as gently as a butterfly had stayed: "Yes." He was much older than me and always took good care of me and taught me. Without his cultivation and sacrifice, I would not be standing here. He was a hero and he protected a lot of us. "
"Let's go back first." Marianne said after a moment of silence.
All the way home, Vox and Aurora said goodbye and turned to walk across the road to the house. When knocking on the door, Aurora saw that he hesitated for a long time, and even the final wave was carried with a sense of sorrow. Then, she heard an angry reprimand coming from the lighted living room opposite, loud and angry.
Perhaps he should go and explain to the Monsieur Chevalier that Vox had lost the barrel of oil because of the grievances, and that he had not done it on purpose.
Aurora thought, and before she could organize the language to explain it, another figure suddenly appeared outside the fence gate of the yard.
"Is this Field's house?" Siris? "It's a boy who hears a voice about the same size as Siris.
Aurora opened the door and realized that she might have misjudged. Because the person in front of him looked much larger than Siris, there were even some less obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there were scattered white hair on his sideburns. He looked like he had finally arrived here after a long journey, and even the clothes on his body were a little shabby.
The other person squinted his eyes at her for a moment, and then said very briskly: "Hello, I'm Remus Lupin." You must be Aurora Field, right? "
"Yes." Aurora never knew that her family was so famous, so she replied cautiously, "Are you here to find Siris?" "
"Yes, yes, of course, I also came to you by the way." Remus smiled slightly, his voice and his smile carrying a youthful vitality that made Aurora puzzled how old he was, "Your father is right, your hair is as beautiful as the first rays of the morning sun. "
"Thank you, please come with me." Aurora said, sideways to let Remus in, and then went to close the door.
At this time, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be someone standing next to the plane tree in the courtyard of the Vox family.
The man was very tall, almost completely hidden in the shadow of the plane canopy, and the layers of black piled up on him, from the ends of his hair to his toes, were without exception the oppressive dullness. If it weren't for the fact that his face was too pale and conspicuous, Aurora would have almost thought he was a black ghost.
Almost at the same time, he also noticed Aurora's gaze. When his eyes met, the heavy snow fell from his eyes, and the eyes without temperature were sharp and mean.
Aurora shook unconsciously in the other's eyes and closed the door hard.
His eyes were black, and Aurora remembered the blurry but deep ones in the only remaining fragments of her memory.