Dora Hyde died, and after all the farce was over, Dora Hyde committed suicide himself, perhaps under the influence of Voldemort's soul in the Horcruxes, and he suffered too much from that inferiority.

His appearance was actually not as terrible as he thought, and although the failure of the cleft lip and palate surgery had resulted in an unhealable wound, his strong physique and hard face were still very popular among women.

Many women want to talk to him more about whether he actually behaves as tough as he looks in private (which was covered in the original story).

"It's a pity, I was going to find you a follower. Xiwen said to the man in black on the side. In front of them is a simple tombstone, the tomb of Francis Dorahide.

A bouquet of flowers rustles in the breeze and the petals flutter. This bouquet of flowers had existed before the arrival of the Western Vines.

"I have no regrets, I have seen a lot, the times are changing, maybe we can't keep up with the requirements of the times. Maybe we need you to find someone to teach us. The man in black took off his beak mask, a middle-aged man with long curly hair and a fine stubble around his mouth.

The dark blue eyes seem to have read all the vicissitudes of life, but they are very peaceful, and there is no violent existence.

"But times are changing, people don't change, keep breathing, keep keeping your heart beating can save a person, it's the same in your time or here, or in the future. It's just a different approach. ”

Xiwen stood quietly in the evening breeze, death is really an unpleasant thing, especially when you have endless life but look at the people around you, and the people who know you die one by one and turn to dust.

It's over, at least so far.

Xiwen told Fleur the result, and the girl didn't seem very happy at first, because Xiwen was a serious head-snatching behavior, and he took the red dragon away.

But under the temptation of food, Xiaogu Liang smiled again.

"What it's like to die. Xiwen seemed to ask Fleur, but he seemed to be talking to himself. The girl chewed slowly but quickly stopped, tilting her head in thought.

"I don't know what it feels like to die in an atypical way, but when I die, I feel trapped in a space that can be said to be endless or small.

There is only white gray in any direction, nothing can be seen, nothing can be touched, there is no sense of direction, and the soul is constantly broken. ”

** Wear waist-length silver hair and let the smooth strands run between your hands. Siwen secretly kissed the girl's long hair: "Maybe I can't save you, but this time, at least I'll let myself die in front of you." ”

Outside the window, the torrential rain hit the glass windows and the leaves in the yard.

They have returned to France. Democratic France and Federal France have just merged, and although there is still some confusion in some places, everyone has a confident smile on their face that comes from the soul of the nation.

The bridge that once connected East and West France was named Pont Virgen, well, I have to complain about the lack of ability of these people to come up with names. Just like in Russia, any woman with some skills will always be called by the name Catherine III.

A white statue stands above the dividing line of what was once the place, surrounded by flowers that indicate that there are not many people who come here to worship.

"You're so fierce with Manhey. Fleur looked at the sculpture over there and couldn't help but say that in the memories she accepted, Manhi should have died a long time ago. Sometimes tenacious vitality is just a pain and suffering.

Xiwen looked in the direction of the bridge and let out a sigh, "Let's go, Jane said that she was waiting for us here today." ”

Sivin didn't seem to want to continue on the previous topic.

Fleur bent down and grimaced, then stuck out her tongue and followed behind Xiwen, her personality gradually changing without even realizing it, more cheerful, stronger, more independent, and as for the good and bad changes were still unknown at this time.

…… Do you want to do it

Xiwen looked at the **** room with a black line, except for coming to open the door, with little Hermione who was embarrassed to be seen by others because of housework, the two sides of the living room were facing each other, even if they were almost Muggles, but they could still make people feel the atmosphere in the room that was almost frozen.

"Hello, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger......" Sivin said he was also in a big head, and he glared at him viciously and called for Hermione. A girl who was about to break through the Lori boundary stared at him pitifully and tearfully and said, "Are you embarrassed to discipline me?"

Lady Jacqueline Granger and Mr. Granger were standing next to each other, and it was Charlotte Granger, Hermione's birth mother, who was sitting on the couch, looking big and grinning, but occasionally scanning everyone with a sly look.

"Long time no see, Lo, and Bella. Charlotte greeted the two of them familiarly, and indeed when Hermione was still with them in France, Charlotte had not yet left. Fleur vaguely remembers this weird aunt who loves to be funny and loves to toss her and Xiwen.

"Hello, ......" Fleur was about to say, but she noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, she glared at Hermione helplessly, and then looked at Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger over there.

Mrs. Granger was visibly teary-stained, but not because the original partner had suddenly arrived at her home, but because she had been good friends with Charlotte as well. For more than a decade, she kept a secret from the unwitting Hermione and Mr. Granger, and she always thought that Charlotte was dead.

Normally, the more educated and stable the environment, the less receptive it is to the existence of a multitude, not only for women, but also for men, and Mr. Granger feels that this is not a blessing, but a headache.

"So, Charlotte, why are you here all of a sudden? Sivin felt that the bell had to be tied to the bell, and it was Charlotte Granger's own bad idea back then, and now she has to face it herself.

And although Hermione discovered her true identity when she was at school, Charlotte hadn't figured out how to deal with this matter, and she clearly said that she would make a decision after a while.

Charlotte also looked unhappy, she glared at Hermione: "How do I know, since I came back, I have been living here, the former home in France." Jacqueline: They obviously live well in England, who knew that they suddenly wanted to go back to France to see. ”

Hermione said confused, why are you all staring at me, what did the baby do? I don't know if you're going to live here after the holidays......