Chapter 112
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 112
At the end of October 1979, at the beginning of the night.
Located on the south bank of the Firth of Forth, the streets and alleys of Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, are bathed in a festive atmosphere. Even this untimely and unseasonable thunderstorm cannot stop people from celebrating this grand festival.
In the torrential rain, the Palace of Holyroodhouse (Palace of the Holy Cross) standing at the end of the Royal Mile was brightly lit. The dense rain curtain put a hazy coat on this ancient palace soaked in history, but it still couldn't stop its surroundings. The chill and bloodthirsty atmosphere lingers around.
There was a loud, piercing sound of door opening that could overwhelm billions of raindrops and hit the ground at the same time. The garage of the palace opened wide, and thirteen pitch-black cars drove out of the garage one after another. Along the established route, they smashed through the rain and disappeared in In the night.
Tonight the holy bush will defend the glory of the Lord.
In the center of the new city, happy birthday hymns were heard in a three-story Georgian-designed building. The jack-o-lanterns hung on the eaves outside the door swayed with the wind and rain, and their swinging rhythm seemed to be celebrating the little owner inside the house. with.
In the fireplace next to the wall, neatly stacked oak logs are burning vigorously. On the wall opposite the fireplace, surrounded by mistletoe, golden apples decorated with thousands of strange golden acorns emit bright sparkles under the light of the fire. shine.
Mr. Hill, who was leaning on the window sill, looked away from the endless darkness outside the window, and turned to look at the dining room. He was sitting at the long table, wearing a golden veil skirt, with a crown made of vines on his head, and was smiling. The daughter who was so happy, with infinite love in her eyes.
However, the sadness on that handsome face could not be dissipated.
"Honey?"
The graceful Mrs. Hill gently brushed her daughter's temples. She noticed her husband's strangeness. While her daughter was talking with her parents, she hurried to the window, trying to dispel her husband's uneasiness with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity to reunite, my dear, you should spend more time with your family."
"Sorry, Heya—"
Faced with his personal concern, Mr. Hill also smiled with effort. He looked outside the house with the storm and rumbling noise again. After a long while, he sighed heavily.
"I just feel that my heart is very disturbed, Heya, I always feel that something is going to happen."
A slender and slender hand pressed the position of Mr. Hill's heart, feeling the disordered heartbeat in the palm, Mrs. Hill sighed slightly,
"I know what you're worried about, honey, but"
Mrs. Hill looked at her daughter who jumped into her father's arms and was acting coquettishly. She lowered her eyes and sighed in the same way.
"This is her wish, dear, she hopes to spend this birthday with her grandparents. You know, the burden on her will be heavy in the future, and I can't refuse—"
Mr. Hill kept silent. He stared at his lovely and innocent daughter like an elf in silence. Deep in those light green eyes, there was not only heartache, but also hatred.
"When I go back this time, I want to convince the teacher and lead all the disciples to move out of the jungle. There are many clues that have shown that it is no longer safe."
After a long silence, what Mr. Hill said again caused Mrs. Hill to frown,
"Where do you want to go, where we live there?"
"The Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts is very suitable for us to inhabit. The 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, and she frowned even tighter. After a little silence, she directly punctured the reason why her husband wanted to hide,
"You want the blessing of that wizard - Albus Dumbledore, dear?"
"That's for the best, 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 breathing space. I mean, we can get that handle without being so anxious."
"If it were normal, I might support your bold attempt, my dear,"
Before Mr. Hill finished speaking, his words were interrupted by his wife,
"But you and I both know that now is not a good time. Those wizards themselves are facing big trouble now. The guy who is called 'Mysterious Man' by wizards is making waves in the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore is overwhelmed. If At this time, he blatantly accepts us"
Rumble!
The dazzling lightning cleansed the earth, and the deafening thunder covered the approaching footsteps of the god of death.
After the humming subsided, Mrs. Hill continued to express her opinions,
"Do you think that at this time, he will provoke himself another enemy that he may not be able to deal with with all his strength?"
Mr. Hill's breath became quicker. It's not that he didn't think about it, but he had expectations in his heart.
"Dumbledore is a kind wizard. I think, you should know that we and the wizard were once one, and he will not die."
"That was more than a dozen centuries ago, my dear, we have parted ways with them long ago, maybe Dumbledore has a high moral character and will sympathize with our situation, but I don't think a wizard like him will definitely He's so kind that he's stupid, he never would."
"Dad, Mom?"
The gradually tense atmosphere of the conversation between the two affected other people in the room. Vitia at the dining table was reminded by her grandparents, she tilted her head and looked at the hall with her pure eyes.
"Go and bring back your mom and dad, sweet elf—"
"As ordered!"
The gray-haired grandfather whispered something in his ear, and Vitia, who was reminded, jumped out of his arms immediately, making everyone in the room laugh with her strange appearance.
The Hill couple took a deep breath, easing the slightly tense atmosphere between them. He opened his arms, and at the same time greeted his daughter with an innocent smile on her red face.
Boom!
At this moment, the ground suddenly fell into a violent tremor. The space above the first floor of the house disappeared as if it had been swung by a large pendulum.
In the suddenly dark world, a cluster of pure white holy light seemed to fall from the sky, nailing into a messy place!
The bright red blood, shrill screams, and icy weeping could not be suppressed even by rumbling thunder.
"Woo, I will have my revenge!"
Among the ruined walls, the little girl stood helplessly crying among the blood-stained acorns. Several bodies with dull eyes fell in front of and behind her, with their palms facing her feebly.
"I will definitely kill you!"
With an immature voice full of engraved hatred, he made an unyielding oath to fate. Although he was resolute, he couldn't command the movement.
"Wicked heretics."
An indifferent sentence came from the rain, and the chilly holy light flickered again, replacing the darkness that enveloped the world in an instant, trying to kill all seeds of resistance in the soil.
Inside the shattered fireplace, the scorched oak suddenly burst into bright green light, and a small bud stretched its body, growing out of the ashes that symbolized death. Light.
"Sorry, Vitia--"
The old priest with green hair and green eyes ignored the wailing of the believers pierced by the treetops, and came to Vitia step by step, gently hugging her weak shoulders, the rain mixed with tears and sweat on the old face wanton flow.
"Why, teacher, woo woo, why didn't they let us go?"
The little girl no longer suppressed her sobbing, and burst into tears.
".We have almost forgotten where this hatred started, Vitia, and we don't know when it will end."
The old priest's voice was sorrowful, and his emerald pupils showed determination,
"The only thing we can do is fight to the end!"
(End of this chapter)
At the end of October 1979, at the beginning of the night.
Located on the south bank of the Firth of Forth, the streets and alleys of Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, are bathed in a festive atmosphere. Even this untimely and unseasonable thunderstorm cannot stop people from celebrating this grand festival.
In the torrential rain, the Palace of Holyroodhouse (Palace of the Holy Cross) standing at the end of the Royal Mile was brightly lit. The dense rain curtain put a hazy coat on this ancient palace soaked in history, but it still couldn't stop its surroundings. The chill and bloodthirsty atmosphere lingers around.
There was a loud, piercing sound of door opening that could overwhelm billions of raindrops and hit the ground at the same time. The garage of the palace opened wide, and thirteen pitch-black cars drove out of the garage one after another. Along the established route, they smashed through the rain and disappeared in In the night.
Tonight the holy bush will defend the glory of the Lord.
In the center of the new city, happy birthday hymns were heard in a three-story Georgian-designed building. The jack-o-lanterns hung on the eaves outside the door swayed with the wind and rain, and their swinging rhythm seemed to be celebrating the little owner inside the house. with.
In the fireplace next to the wall, neatly stacked oak logs are burning vigorously. On the wall opposite the fireplace, surrounded by mistletoe, golden apples decorated with thousands of strange golden acorns emit bright sparkles under the light of the fire. shine.
Mr. Hill, who was leaning on the window sill, looked away from the endless darkness outside the window, and turned to look at the dining room. He was sitting at the long table, wearing a golden veil skirt, with a crown made of vines on his head, and was smiling. The daughter who was so happy, with infinite love in her eyes.
However, the sadness on that handsome face could not be dissipated.
"Honey?"
The graceful Mrs. Hill gently brushed her daughter's temples. She noticed her husband's strangeness. While her daughter was talking with her parents, she hurried to the window, trying to dispel her husband's uneasiness with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity to reunite, my dear, you should spend more time with your family."
"Sorry, Heya—"
Faced with his personal concern, Mr. Hill also smiled with effort. He looked outside the house with the storm and rumbling noise again. After a long while, he sighed heavily.
"I just feel that my heart is very disturbed, Heya, I always feel that something is going to happen."
A slender and slender hand pressed the position of Mr. Hill's heart, feeling the disordered heartbeat in the palm, Mrs. Hill sighed slightly,
"I know what you're worried about, honey, but"
Mrs. Hill looked at her daughter who jumped into her father's arms and was acting coquettishly. She lowered her eyes and sighed in the same way.
"This is her wish, dear, she hopes to spend this birthday with her grandparents. You know, the burden on her will be heavy in the future, and I can't refuse—"
Mr. Hill kept silent. He stared at his lovely and innocent daughter like an elf in silence. Deep in those light green eyes, there was not only heartache, but also hatred.
"When I go back this time, I want to convince the teacher and lead all the disciples to move out of the jungle. There are many clues that have shown that it is no longer safe."
After a long silence, what Mr. Hill said again caused Mrs. Hill to frown,
"Where do you want to go, where we live there?"
"The Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts is very suitable for us to inhabit. The 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, and she frowned even tighter. After a little silence, she directly punctured the reason why her husband wanted to hide,
"You want the blessing of that wizard - Albus Dumbledore, dear?"
"That's for the best, 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 breathing space. I mean, we can get that handle without being so anxious."
"If it were normal, I might support your bold attempt, my dear,"
Before Mr. Hill finished speaking, his words were interrupted by his wife,
"But you and I both know that now is not a good time. Those wizards themselves are facing big trouble now. The guy who is called 'Mysterious Man' by wizards is making waves in the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore is overwhelmed. If At this time, he blatantly accepts us"
Rumble!
The dazzling lightning cleansed the earth, and the deafening thunder covered the approaching footsteps of the god of death.
After the humming subsided, Mrs. Hill continued to express her opinions,
"Do you think that at this time, he will provoke himself another enemy that he may not be able to deal with with all his strength?"
Mr. Hill's breath became quicker. It's not that he didn't think about it, but he had expectations in his heart.
"Dumbledore is a kind wizard. I think, you should know that we and the wizard were once one, and he will not die."
"That was more than a dozen centuries ago, my dear, we have parted ways with them long ago, maybe Dumbledore has a high moral character and will sympathize with our situation, but I don't think a wizard like him will definitely He's so kind that he's stupid, he never would."
"Dad, Mom?"
The gradually tense atmosphere of the conversation between the two affected other people in the room. Vitia at the dining table was reminded by her grandparents, she tilted her head and looked at the hall with her pure eyes.
"Go and bring back your mom and dad, sweet elf—"
"As ordered!"
The gray-haired grandfather whispered something in his ear, and Vitia, who was reminded, jumped out of his arms immediately, making everyone in the room laugh with her strange appearance.
The Hill couple took a deep breath, easing the slightly tense atmosphere between them. He opened his arms, and at the same time greeted his daughter with an innocent smile on her red face.
Boom!
At this moment, the ground suddenly fell into a violent tremor. The space above the first floor of the house disappeared as if it had been swung by a large pendulum.
In the suddenly dark world, a cluster of pure white holy light seemed to fall from the sky, nailing into a messy place!
The bright red blood, shrill screams, and icy weeping could not be suppressed even by rumbling thunder.
"Woo, I will have my revenge!"
Among the ruined walls, the little girl stood helplessly crying among the blood-stained acorns. Several bodies with dull eyes fell in front of and behind her, with their palms facing her feebly.
"I will definitely kill you!"
With an immature voice full of engraved hatred, he made an unyielding oath to fate. Although he was resolute, he couldn't command the movement.
"Wicked heretics."
An indifferent sentence came from the rain, and the chilly holy light flickered again, replacing the darkness that enveloped the world in an instant, trying to kill all seeds of resistance in the soil.
Inside the shattered fireplace, the scorched oak suddenly burst into bright green light, and a small bud stretched its body, growing out of the ashes that symbolized death. Light.
"Sorry, Vitia--"
The old priest with green hair and green eyes ignored the wailing of the believers pierced by the treetops, and came to Vitia step by step, gently hugging her weak shoulders, the rain mixed with tears and sweat on the old face wanton flow.
"Why, teacher, woo woo, why didn't they let us go?"
The little girl no longer suppressed her sobbing, and burst into tears.
".We have almost forgotten where this hatred started, Vitia, and we don't know when it will end."
The old priest's voice was sorrowful, and his emerald pupils showed determination,
"The only thing we can do is fight to the end!"
(End of this chapter)
