Away from the flames of dark magic on the Quidditch field, screaming fleeing wizards, slain Death Eaters, and the clones of Voldemort about to explode, also far away from the decisive battle between the two demon kings of Little Hangleton, the ghost village where they were all slaughtered, the strange encounter between the elite of the Death Eaters and the wizards of Peking Opera, in the south of wizarding England, the girl and a big dog are walking slowly along the lower road of the countryside. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, if you are unfortunate enough to have to be involved in both battles yourself, the dangers of the battles and the possibility of death at any time will of course occupy all your attention, killing and hiding is your whole world, and you will not realize that in the wound of the world, Azkaban, the Dementor King has just made a compromise with Andrew Shea and agreed to his request, and you will not realize that in a distant village, a long-vanished witch is living peacefully.

Strangely here, far away, Wizarding England was not yet in complete chaos, and in the south of Wizarding England, not far from a large Muggle city, the countryside was still peaceful.

The countryside and cities in the UK are completely different worlds. After the Industrial Revolution, steampunk and rigid lines formed the basic style of the entire British city, from the city of London to the surrounding satellite towns, the British made the whole city planning regular, stubborn and neat, like the temper of the old English gentleman.

When you go to the English countryside, you feel like you have returned to the Middle Ages, a fertile field far from the hustle and bustle, the white mist of the morning carries dampness and cold, the springs never dry up, and the moss and dwarf weeds grow very carefully, and the pastures of those pastures seem to never wither yellow.

Wearing a pink jacket, Hallie Black held a parchment map in her hand, carefully confirming her position on the magic map, her destination was not far away, and after trying to climb a low dirt slope, Hallie couldn't help but stand on a big rock, and saw the hills in the clouds and mist, the weather was not very good, and the thin rain wet Hallie Black's hair.

Along the path between the oddly shaped rocks and hills, Hallie Black had trekked more than twenty miles through chalky grasslands and wheat fields. There were few pedestrians on the road, and there were no cars, except for the occasional Muggle-driven pickup truck passing by, who would look at Hallie Black and her huge black dog in amazement.

Using the illusion or the portkey, it could be exposed, and for safety, Harley Black had to resort to this primitive method and walk to her destination.

It wasn't a good day for hiking, the roads were muddy and the sky was drizzling, but Hallie Black was happy to see her mom right away.

The chaos and danger of Wizarding Britain seemed to have nothing to do with Hallie Black, who had picked wildflowers in her hands, and some gifts for her mother on her back, a cake she had spent the day making, which was very sweet, and some fresh fruits, including strawberries and apricots, and of course, Hallie thought that her mother also loved to read, and she bought this season's best-selling novels about wizards in the Far East from the Blotted Bookstore.

Hallie is looking forward to this meeting, and after the last time they separated, Harley would dream about her mother at night. The separation between mother and daughter was inevitable, after all, Bellatrix Lestrange was still a fugitive, a prisoner of the wound of the world, Azkaban, and she shouldn't have come out of that damn place at all.

Dumbledore saved Bellatrix from a dark and tragic fate, saving her from a tragic death at the hands of the Dementors soon after.

In order to maintain justice in his heart and prevent greater problems from arising, Dumbledore did not give up on punishing Bella, he completely destroyed Bella's magic, and modified and sealed her memory, turning her from a prominent wizard to a poor Muggle woman.

This was already the most merciful means that Dumbledore could have taken. There is a big difference between Wizarding England and American Wizards, and that is that Wizarding England does not have the death penalty. The Ministry of Magic has long banned the use of the death penalty on wizards, and Azkaban's punishment is already the most terrible punishment.

At Gellert Grindelwald's behest, Dumbledore rescued Bella and completely destroyed the twisted witch's magic, leaving her no longer likely to do any harm to the wizarding world.

Of course, Halle Black doesn't know that her mother has been taken by Dumbledore, and she still fantasizes about living happily with her mother.

Looking down from the back of the boulder, a vast field stretched out like a gloomy oil painting, as gray and misty as the place she had just walked. This kind of scenery didn't make Hallie Black's mood even a little worse, and the thought of seeing her mother soon, Hallie Black couldn't help but speed up her pace.

The black dog who was following her looked back at this time, Sirius certainly knew that at this time magic Britain was going on a crucial decisive battle, the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort, and the victorious wizard would rule the entire wizarding Britain in the next time.

Blake didn't understand why things had come to this point. Peace-loving wizards, war-hating wizards, righteous wizards, even if they are united, there is still no way to completely solve the Death Eaters. There are more wizards than you think about the violence and terror that wizarding Britain is facing is no longer just the Death Eaters, the whole country has become weakened and dying.

The lead cloud pressed down on the ground, just like the situation of the English wizards at this time. The Death Eaters, the terrorist force, have never been stronger, chaos and fear have become the norm in the lives of wizards, and wizards have begun to accept violence and killing, as if they can only survive in such an era if they have enough power. The former is just the beginning of this chaotic pattern, while the latter, the wizards' worship of violence and killing, and even some wizards have begun to fall to Voldemort, is the real scary place.

The fields were vast and imposing, but shrouded in this ominous gloom, Sirius couldn't help but feel sentimental. Even as an animal, the Animagus, such an atmosphere still reminds him of pointy forks, big feet...

"Let's go, uncle, if we don't hurry, we won't be able to reach our destination before dark. Halle Black couldn't help but shout when Sirius was far behind.

The big black dog ran up in a hurry and soon caught up with his niece.

"Mom wouldn't have been surprised to see us, I don't think Principal Dunlido should have told her that we were going to visit her. She would have been delighted when we suddenly appeared in front of her. ”

The niece didn't know anything yet, and Sirius couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Sirius and Bella don't have a good relationship, which is even more evident after they graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Bella barely communicates much with her brother, believing that Sirius isn't working hard enough to take on the task of reviving the Black family. The reason why Dumbledore rescued Bella was originally Gellert Grindelwald's request, and Sirius's suspicion had not yet been shaken off at that time, and as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore allowed Sirius to suffer injustice, which in itself made Sirius very complaining.

Seeing his former followers looking at him with such pleading eyes, Dumbard took a short time to think about it, choosing to believe in Sirius and directly helping to escape from Azkaban.

In fact, Dumbledore had doubts about this for a long time, but someone had to take responsibility for the death of the Potters, and Sirius was the most suspicious. Immediately after the Potters were killed, Sirius made the wrong move again, trying to kill Peter on his own.

Despite his many suspicions, all he could do was remind Sirius that the Animagus state could resist the Dementors to a certain extent.

The girl and the black dog walked together on the cold path, the plants under the rain curtain showed a shiny white, the occasional low hedge branches and vines were tangled together, the air was moist and slightly cool, and every time I breathed, I could feel a burst of refreshment.

"If it weren't for the fact that magic can be tracked, I would have used the portkey to see my mother every day. "Between the hills, there was a very muddy path, which, according to Dumbledore, led to a small village, where Bella belonged.

Black Dog nodded, Sirius didn't want to fight Harley Black's optimism. He knew that Bella's was not the previous Bella, not the first simple little princess of the bad-tempered Black family, not the Death Eater Bella, who was distorted and reforged by Voldemort, and the current Bella, a poor squib middle-aged woman after Dumbledore's extremely complex memory modification and stripping of magical abilities.

Halle Black hadn't seen Bella, but Sirius did.

Losing her magic powers, Bella quickly grew old.

In the middle of the surrounding hills is a small basin, in the middle of which there is a small castle, and it is said that in the time of King John, there lived a viscount, who took a fancy to the easy and difficult to defend characteristics of this place, and built his castle in this extremely remote place.

It's remote, but it's not so run-down. Especially in recent years, I have heard that this place is very famous in the Far East, and many Muggles from the Far East often come here from far and wide to find the "tranquility" of the English countryside.

The smaller layout is more elaborately arranged, and the paddock looks small, but it is home to sheep, horses, cattle and a few hunting dogs. At this time, the strangers entered the village, and the hounds watched vigilantly.

The villagers' buildings are very neat, different from the general English country buildings, with small courtyards, each courtyard is planted with some flowers and plants, but today's rainy weather makes these flowers look listless.

Walking along the hedge for a while, Harley Black just followed the black dog, and she felt her heart beat even harder. The black dog did not seem to be very positive, and the shepherd dog on the pasture seemed to be a little puzzled, barked a few times, and lazily went back to the barn to take shelter from the rain.

Walking down the street to the lower level, and turning the corner, a lonely-looking house appeared in front of Harley Black's eyes. The color of the house blends in with the surrounding gray, the only difference is that the walls are crawling with vines, which I don't know what kind of plants they are, in the cold wind and cold rain, crazy blooming.

Hallie Black saw a man with his back to him, wearing a purple disposable raincoat, slowly tending to a pot of daisies. In such weather, daisies will not open.

The black dog barked, and the man seemed to be a little sluggish, and the black dog barked again, and the man in the purple raincoat slowly turned around.

Wrinkles crawled all over the corners of her eyes, her skin was loose and lacklustre, her eyes were once large, but now they were cloudy, and the white hair on her sideburns seemed to be a continuation of the wrinkles, and the brown spots formed a strange abstract painting.

"Mom!?" said Hallie Blake, who couldn't believe her eyes. If it weren't for that familiarity, Harley Black wouldn't have been able to associate the old woman with her mother.

In less than a year, Bellatrix Lestrange has aged dozens of years.

When Bella heard Halle Black's voice, she didn't seem to react for a while, staring at Hallie Black blankly for a while before she seemed to remember something. The frozen skin slowly squirmed and turned into a happy smile, and the cloudiness under the eyes was replaced by joy.

"Hallie, you're finally back, I thought you wouldn't be back until winter break. How's it going, it's cold in London, come on, go back to the house with your mother. Bella didn't seem to see Sirius, and Sirius wasn't surprised in the slightest, he rounded Bella and entered the house.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Harley helped Bella, looking at her seriously, from this distance, Bella's skinny appearance and not just rescued from Azkaban, her cheeks have regained a little roundness, and her body seems to have become less weak, but she really looks too old!

"What a stupid thing to say, child, my mother is already in her forties, and she usually doesn't pay much attention to maintenance, so it's normal to look like this now. Bella said strangely.

"But, but you're a wizard, you can stay young for a long time without any maintenance!" Hallie Black seemed to have thought of something, but her unwilling members admitted.

"Wizard, silly boy, how old are you, how can you believe those fairy tales, don't stand here, you see your hair is wet, and it will rain for a while, and be careful of catching a cold. Bella pulled Harley into the house.