People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but they suffer from gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

"Hey, can I ask you for one thing?" The Squib man suddenly asked very solemnly, "One last thing." Liu Fanxu closed his eyes and was silent for a moment before replying, "What's the matter?" The Squib man breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly, "Can you please remember my name, my time is running out, that madman is coming back, I just hope that in this world, there will be someone, even if only one person, who can remember my name." She trembled her eyelashes and promised, "Okay." The Squib man suddenly snorted in pain, he grabbed his head and touched the trunk behind him, and his voice was hoarse, reading "Franks Cook" word by word

Liu Fanxu looked up at the sparse stars in the night sky, his eyes were slightly closed, and the curvature of his lips was curved into a slightweight smile. She leaned quietly against the trunk of the tree, and the damp earth below her continued to soak the cold of early spring all over her body, it was so cold! She shrunk her legs, tugging at the hem of her skirt to try to cover her exposed calves. Put your hand on your ankle and rub your aching ankle. On the other side of the trunk, Franks Cook was completely out of his mind, his chaotic memories were ravaging him, and he was now the crazy and stubborn murderer again. Liu Fanxu himself didn't know why she wanted to help him, he didn't even have a chance to ask, just on the necklace engraved with ancient magic spells and imprisoned his soul, he tore open a moment of rift at the cost of exhausting the magic power of his body.

The original abundant magic power was hollowed out, her body was extremely weak, her head was swollen and painful, but her ears echoed with Franks' hysterical roar. She raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her forehead, the light smile on her face turned desolate, the necklace engraved with ancient magic imprisoning his soul was brought by Franks Cook's father. From the very beginning, the old wizard had already given up on this unexpected young son, and he used Franks Cook's entire life as a tool to sharpen his eldest son, and he did not have the slightest affection for him as a relative.

The squib man's frantic shouts grew farther and farther away, slowly blending into the sound of insects in the forest at night, until finally it was completely inaudible. She lifted her sore arm and fumbled with the belt around her waist as she tried to pull a bottle of palliative from the space inside. The feeling of running out of magic was too painful, and it was so reckless for her to ignore her mentor's teachings for a while. Trembling her fingertips, she poured the potion into her mouth, holding the crystal bottle in her right hand and hanging it at her side, the back of her hand rubbing against the dirt on the ground, the cold and damp touch made her frown. With his eyes closed, his breath was short, waiting for the magic in his body to slowly recover.

Was it influenced by Rhett? Thinking of him, Liu Fanxu's tense expression gradually eased. Since falling in love with this pure boy, she has become more and more easily swayed by love, and she has become less and less like the cold and affectionate self she once was. She didn't know if it was good or bad, but she didn't want to stop the change. Intuitive now self, closer to her boy. Sighing helplessly, this is a compromise of love, just like her mentor has become a spy on the edge of hell for the girl he loves so much. He did not hesitate to sell his soul for her, so what about her? Will she make the same choice one day?

Slytherin's they were stubborn and crazy for thousands of years, and she thought she would never be swayed by this curse that flowed through her soul, and she couldn't escape it after all. Professor Dumbledore, you have always believed in love, believing that as long as there is love, it will bring peace and warmth to the world, but sometimes love is also a kind of destruction.

Liu Fanxu's consciousness was a little trance, and when she noticed that her body was shrouded in shadows, she raised her head vigilantly. In an instant, their eyes met, and Franks Cook was leaning out from the trunk behind him. His horrible face, hideous and twisted, almost touched her nose, and his eyes gleamed with viciousness, staring at her with manic hatred.

The eyelid of the right eye jumped, and a bad premonition hit my heart. is too careless, I have experienced a cruel war, and I would still make such a mistake because of a moment of soft-heartedness. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, she would believe that a stranger was still a squib's control, and that his gratitude could make a murderous madman let her go and leave here alone.

Liu Fanxu looked directly at the madman in front of her without fear, she thought he had gone away, but he came back again, he was holding a long, cold dagger in his hand, he was going to kill her. And she, a powerful witch who had killed countless dark wizards in the war, was about to be planted in the hands of a squib, how ironic.

There was no fear on her face, and there was even a faint smile on her lips. She was fearless, but she couldn't help but regret it, because she might not see Spencer again, and she had promised to be with him forever, but now she couldn't do it because of a moment of negligence.

When her abdomen was cold, the pain in her heart tore her nerves, on her forehead, on her face, on her body, all the skin screamed together and squirted out cold sweat, she couldn't breathe in pain, but she still had that smile, her eyelashes trembled gently, and the love under her eyes burst out with a gorgeous hot light.

Franks Cook was frightened, strode back, and pulled the blood-red dagger from her body with the blood-red dagger in his hand, the blade rubbing against her flesh, and she looked at him without saying a word. He was so frightened by her gaze that he retreated, and suddenly screamed in fear, and rushed madly into the dark woods behind him.

The blood-stained left hand pressed the bleeding knife edge, and the right hand trembled weakly in the space between the waist. Liu Fanxu leaned against the trunk of the tree, frowned, and cursed weakly with trembling lips, "Damn, where is the white moss?" Where is the blood tonic located? ”

The blood that continued to flow from her body seeped into the dirt around her, spreading little by little, until all around her turned dark red. She shook her fingertips and took out a bottle of potion, and poured it into her mouth tremblingly, so fast that she couldn't help coughing, because the wound that was pulled by the cough pulled her brain again. Liu Fanxu couldn't help but curse weakly again, "Damn, it hurts." ”

Shaking the wand between her fingers, the tip of the wand spewed out only a few sparks, she closed her eyes, and the wand slipped between her fingers. The potion is not complete, the magic power has not been restored, can she only wait here to die? Consciousness began to blur, and she seemed to see Spencer, standing in the early morning sun, wearing the same clothes they had worn when they first met, smiling brightly at her.

"Spencer" a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, her weak right hand, slowly groping for the mobile phone in her handbag, the mobile phone that Spencer bought for her. The warm phone case slipped from her fingertips, and she couldn't pick it up anymore, so she could only fumble with her fingers for the shortcut key, and pressed it for a long time before pressing the call button. Merlin bless, it's not like there's no signal here, and this call actually went out.

She tried to pick up the phone, but she couldn't use her strength, her eyes were blurry, she didn't know if it was tears or too much blood loss, her throat was uncomfortable, and the emotion in her heart that had just been calm was rolling and roaring again at this time, she wanted to talk to Spencer, even if it was only a few words. Moving his body, which had lost control, he fell to the ground, curled sideways, his cheeks pressed against the dark red earth stained with blood. In front of her lay her phone, her fingertips digging at the ground, trying to get closer to it, and faintly heard Spencer's anxious cries inside.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped into the dirt, she couldn't hear what Spencer was saying, and the voice in her ears echoed in a trance, and she couldn't hear it clearly. She moved her lips and hoarsely spat out the words "Spencer, I miss you, where are you, Spencer Spencer is sorry" Tears kept pouring out, she wanted to cry loudly, but she was so weak that her voice was weak, she sobbed and choked out of tune.

In this short life, there were many times when she wanted to end herself, and she thought that she had nothing to love. But at this moment, she wants to be alive more than ever, she still has a lot of things she wants to do, she wants to be able to watch Spencer every day, even if it's just to hear his voice, she can't stand Spencer forgetting her, and then falling in love with another woman, she can't stand Spencer no longer belongs to her "Spencer I don't want to die, will you forget me, it's so cold, I really want to say forget me, this is the best comfort for you, but, don't, I really don't want you to forget me, I'm just selfish and want you to remember me, Spencer, I don't want to leave you, I don't want to go where I don't have you. ”

Liu Fanxu cried like a child, but her body seemed to be frozen, cold and biting, she looked at the increasingly blurred mobile phone in front of her, moved her fingertips and squirmed her lips in despair, "Spencer, I can't see clearly, it's so cold, am I going to die?" ”