Hermione returned to the boudoir upstairs with the box, she had planned to save it for later, to open it when she was an adult—but the golden power of her soul in the sorting house reminded her that she must open it as soon as possible, not until she was seventeen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The power of info, though she didn't know where it came from, felt familiar to her, as if it were herself. So every time that power gave her a hint, she never refused.

Stroking the perimeter of the box, click, the sound of the machine being triggered, Hermione inhaled deeply, encouraging herself, although she couldn't remember what was inside, the power from the soul reminded her that as soon as she opened the box, everything would be different.

As if sensing something, Xiwen walked into the large library, and the central lifting platform took him all the way to the top, skipping countless ordinary books, magic books that exuded magic power, and gloomy black magic books, and stopped in a showroom that seemed to be much more streamlined.

Xiwen looked at the display shelf in front of him, the golden and white scrolls placed on it, even if they were closed, the slightest trace of magic overflowing was enough to make people's hearts frightened, this is one of the divine objects with infinite expansion - the Elder Scrolls.

Looking along the display shelves one by one, he looked ahead with a smile on his face, "I got you." The display shelf in front of him was empty, and the scroll that had been placed here was gone. As one of the manifestations of the power of Western writing, the existence of the Elder Scrolls is the same as that of Western writing, even if there are tributaries in time and space, there will only be one and only one of these scrolls in countless possibilities.

Touching the vacant position with his hand, the Elder Scrolls (Dragon), the most effective of all scrolls, can make a time jump, whether it is to go back to the past or to the future, but it has more demanding conditions than other scrolls, that is, it must be a dragonborn. Dragonborn bloodline, dragonborn power, Xiwen shook his head and smiled, he didn't expect her to go to her to fulfill his wish. Xiwen dissipated the golden magic fluctuations in his hand, in that case, this scroll is up to you.

Hermione stared blankly at the contents of the box, she had seen this, she had seen this thing, she knew it perfectly, because this thing was now worn in her hair—inside the box was an identical butterfly-shaped hair ornament, the same one that Deora had given herself. She couldn't believe it, what did that mean?

There is also a necklace in the box, is it a pocket watch? Pick up the necklace, the strange texture, it is not gold or other heavy metals, but it is not plastic or something that fools children. Looking at the pendant at the bottom, Hermione carefully opened the pendant, it was a photo, the photo showed three small people smiling brightly, and the two on the left and right were kissing the cheek of the one in the middle. Standing in the middle was herself, young Hermione, who was visibly long brown hair, though she couldn't see it really.

On the right-hand side is a silver-haired man with a delicate face like an elf who has come out of legends and paintings, and his bright eyes smile like a crescent moon. But who is she?

Hermione stared carefully at the photo, on her right-hand side, the little Zhengtai - no, no, no, how could it be, how could it be? This is, Xiwen? Although I can't really see it, but the black hair, the familiar face, no, it's not Xiwen it's - Xiao Luo!

The dusty memory seemed to have broken through the embankment of memory at once, and her memory went back to the past, to the Seine in 1984, on the blood-soaked riverside sprinkled with gold by the setting sun. Tears slowly flowed down the girl's cheeks, and she stared at the picture with her blurred eyes, and she looked at the silver-haired girl, Isabella, Bella, are you okay, and she looked at the black-haired boy, Little Lo, Little Lo, Sivin Lowe-Swift, is it really you.

When I was a child, because I only had a father, and because of some bad reviews, I fell into a very cliché plot and was rejected by people and children nearby. At that time, the only people who were willing and often to be with her were her best and best friends, and they were the only two friends.

"You two close your eyes and hold out your hands. I'll give you good things~" Crisp children's voice, the little girl closed her eyes, but secretly squinted one eye to watch, when the hand that made her feel itchy in her palm left, a beautiful silver butterfly hair ornament appeared on her hand, and Bella, next to her, also had one. The two little Lori happily pinned their hair accessories to their hair. The three of them frolicked and played on the river beach as they did every day. But-

The memories behind were like a white mist, and Hermione couldn't see through what was happening, but she felt that behind the fog was a sad thing, so she sealed that memory to protect her. If your magic is strong enough, this fog will dissipate automatically.

After that, she and her father left the sad land of Paris and moved to London, and then cut off contact with their friends. And until she saw "Twilight" and wrote to the author Xiwen, she was in a state of no friends. Thinking about herself, Hermione suddenly felt why she was so miserable. But I am very fortunate to have a mother who loves me.

In addition to the hair ornament and necklace, there was only a piece of parchment left in the box, Hermione shook her head and smiled, at that time, it was still a dilapidated old shop that Xiwen found all over the street, and bought this parchment, Hermione wanted to see what she had left for herself, and unfolded the parchment with a smile.

Duang—Hermione rolled up the parchment and shoved it back into the box, her little pink face becoming more and more charming. Bastard, stupid, it must have been written by Siwen who lied to me, it must be so, that old fox Siwen. Hermione puffed herself and closed the lid of the time capsule.

Tucking away her long hair, Hermione put the necklace around her neck, and a cool and comfortable feeling spread from the necklace all over her body, since it was sent by Xiwen, this must be the necklace that Xiwen had enchanted. Enchantment, what a headache, there are so many runes, even a scholar like Hermione is not confident that he can master that complex skill.

"Jane, it's time to eat. "Okay. This goes down. Dinner was ready, Hermione put the time capsule under her bed, wiped the tears from her face with a wet towel, and whatever questions she had, she would wait for Siwen to come to her house tomorrow. The girl turned off the light with a smile on her face and walked downstairs.