The most painful tears flowed from the grave, for the words that had not yet been spoken and the things that had not yet been done.

Liu Fanxu glared at him and retorted angrily, "I'm not lying, Merlin knows that this is the truest thing I have the courage to say!" Red pursed his lips with an irritated expression of "Merlin, what?" Well, even if that's the truest thing you've ever said! Damn, are you kidding? I didn't see it at all, from the first time I saw you, you were wearing a ragged coat stolen from another beggar, and you sat pitifully on the steps of the library, and you told me that someone with force value would make himself look like that? I'm so glad you weren't targeted and killed by the perverts roaming around. Even I can be subdued lightly by being weak, do I make you worry enough to say such a thing against your will? ”

She opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't know what to say, could she tell him that she was a wizard, if she could tear the murderers who had malicious intentions towards her to shreds, if she didn't use a wand, she had a large stack of potions to crush Muggles. Well, she can't say a single one. For the first time, she felt so aggrieved that she was unspeakable, pouting and muttering aggrievedly, "I just look fragile, you don't believe it, hum!" She glared at Rhett and snatched the coffee from his hand, "Who allowed you to drink instant coffee?" ”

"Hey!" Red straightened up and raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, "Aga, you can't deliberately bully me just because you have to admit that you need my protection, that's wrong, you know. He stretched out his arms, hugged Liu Fanxu into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and continued in a firm tone, "Ajia, I will protect you, I promise." With milk in one hand and coffee in the other, her hands wrapped around his lower armpits and wrapped around his back, her chin resting on his shoulders, the negative energy on her face slowly subsided, and she chuckled softly, "Okay, Spencer, although I am strong, I need your protection." ”

Red scoffed, mischievously whispering in her ear, "Powerful? Well, in a way you are indeed powerful. Liu Fanxu pursed his lips and gently slapped his back with his wrist angrily, "Something? His smiling voice blew on her ear, "Yes, somehow. She squinted and asked, "For example?" He cleared his throat and replied in a serious manner, "Luck, your strong luck made you meet me." Her expression suddenly faded, and her eyes drooped, covering the surging emotions under her eyes. Yes, Spencer, meeting you is like drinking the elixir of this life to create a miracle, which is her greatest luck. She moved her lips and whispered, "Yes, Spencer, you're right." ”

"It's like magic, look, you're in England and I'm in America, what are the chances of us meeting each other? As much as I like to use science to back up my point, I have to admit that there are some things that really can't be explained. You had the idea of flying to America on a whim one day, and one wolf morning, I happened to be on the impromptu to go to the library, and then we met, and I took you in on the spur of the moment, and we lived together, like—" Raid paused, and then continued, "Family. ”

"Family?" Liu Fanxu closed her eyes, the hand holding the cup trembled a little, and her lips were tightly pursed. Red's hanging eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his lips were pursed tightly. They hugged each other, but they couldn't see each other's expressions, and across a warm embrace, in the name of their families, they each prayed for the warmth given by each other, but they were afraid to reach out and touch each other's hearts. She chuckled suddenly, with a faint condensation, "Oh, Spencer, you're right, it's magic, and I'm a witch." Her eyelashes lifted slightly, and the crazy blood under her eyes swept the last light in her eyes, "Na, are you afraid?" ”

The corners of Red's grin forced himself to laugh, and he was still annoyed by his hasty temptation, thinking that it was just a joke by Liu Fanxu. Listening to his laughter, she lowered her eyes expressionlessly, and the hand holding the cup was already hanging to the sides of her body. Her jaw fluttered with Red's chuckle, her body quivering, her heart roaring and screaming. The pain in her soul made her brain grow, twitching as if she had lost her memory, and her eyes went blank.

"You're a witch, I'm a witch. You are a female doctor, and I am a male doctor; You are a female genius, and I am a male genius. "We are the most compatible soul mates. He thought silently, closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and if he could, he wanted to rub Liu Fanxu into his chest. He finally understood why those love poems were so lingering, because those who fell in love longed to embrace the soul of their lover.

"As you wish" Spencerred, who, if it is what you want, she will give it her all. Feeling the strength of his arm, her heart actually returned to peace little by little, as long as you wanted, she thought, and her arms wrapped around his back again.

He handed the bag to Red and watched him walk into the FBI headquarters building. It wasn't until his back disappeared from her sight that she lowered her eyes and stood there in distraction. Dear Mentor, what should she do, is it the feeling of heartbreak that she likes someone so much for the first time, only to be treated as family by him? Like the redhead you love, she became someone else's bride, and you were always just a guest in her life, is that how you feel? Is that how you spend every minute you have left? I'm sorry, she once foolishly laughed at your infatuation in her heart, it turns out that this powerless pain is so deep in the bone marrow.

"Anything" she struggled to spit out a word, her voice choked as if she couldn't breathe. It was the heaviest oath her mentor had made, and in the face of Professor Dumbledore's almost callous request, her mentor had no qualms about giving everything he had. She had resented and resented her mentor, and she even thought her mentor wasn't a Slytherin at that moment. Now she knew that it was not her mentor who had forgotten about the gains and losses, but that at that moment, nothing mattered anymore.

Raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, Liu Fanxu turned around silently and walked forward step by step, the memories in her mind devouring her little happiness like □□. Her throat tightened as she pursed her lips and looked ahead through the mist. The love she had laughed at was now standing in front of her and laughing at her fiercely. As Harry Potter had shouted at him, what she had thought was a joke at the beginning, had now become the most vicious curse.

When Harry Potter entered school, she was in her third year and still a Slytherin. They didn't have anything to do with each other, and most of the few encounters I had now happened when she was invited back to Hogwarts after graduation to work as a teaching assistant to a busy tutor in the first and second years of Potions classes. Going back further, the most impressive conversation was the year she graduated.

Triwizard Tournament, a grand festival in the wizarding world. It didn't mean much to her, the only thing that affected her was that the Mentor had doubled her workload, and she had to spend more time helping the Mentor brew potions so that he could free up time to deal with the hysterical Moody and the frenzied Karkarov and the burning pain of the Dark Mark on his arm.

One night on Christmas Eve, as she sat in an armchair in the common room, sorting out a paper on Runalmowen arranged by her tutor, Malfoy suddenly stood up and paced gracefully in front of her, and she had to put down her quill and look sideways to ask him about his intentions, only to see him curtsy, his right palm facing upwards towards her, and with a smirkling pale face, spitting out a flowery invitation. She then turned the information about the Christmas Ball out of her mind, and swept his seemingly flirtatious but apprehensive eyes, and she put her hand on his fingertips and agreed to his invitation. Later, Malfoy mentioned this invitation in a casual conversation, she jokingly mocked the other people's lack of eyes, and feigned lamentation of her own lackluster peach blossom luck, but Malfoy subconsciously shook his head and denied it, "Hmph, in order to be able to get-" He suddenly closed his mouth, closed his eyes as if immersed in the memory, and when he spoke again, he had already changed the subject, she looked at him suspiciously, and then left the unfinished words behind.

The night before the Christmas Ball, after she had disposed of the last pot of potions, her mentor, Professor Snape, mentioned her partner, and though he was at all points out of his disdain for the ball and the hormones-infusing idiots, she could still hear her mentor wishing she could have a happy dance like the other girls. Then she remembered that she seemed to have agreed to Malfoy's invitation, and she told his mentor about it. She saw a flash of disgust on his face, even if the person who became her dance partner was his protégé, it didn't change his fate of being disliked, but fortunately, he finally thought that this person was barely qualified.

When she left the cellar, his tutor did not give his homework as usual, and she said goodbye to him with a smile on her lips. On the way back to the common room, she met Harry Potter standing against the wall, he was standing in the shadows, he couldn't see his expression clearly, she was about to ask him what was wrong, but she saw Malfoy appear at the other end of the hallway, he walked to her side with dangling steps, like a playboy who was a fool, he raised his chin defiantly towards Harry Potter, and sneered, "Scarhead Potter, are you standing here trying to attack my dance partner?" She frowned, thinking that Malfoy's words were strange, and he emphasized his dance partner in particular, as if he had other intentions, but before she could think about it, Harry Potter on the other side was like a switch turned on, and yelled at her angrily, "So you are the same, an evil Slytherin, you don't deserve love, you never deserve!" She looked at his back, blinked inexplicably, and sneered, "I'm just a Slytherin, hehe, what's wrong with the young people now, Malfoy?" He looked at Malfoy, the platinum boy who had just been in a state of flux, standing there tall at this time, the look in the shadows flickering and fading, and he said in a low voice, "Maybe he's right, we don't deserve love." ”