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

She curled her lips, lowered her eyelids, and whispered "Witch?" The middle-aged man beside him was still babbling about fragmented memories, his sometimes heartbroken and sometimes jubilant expressions, frozen into a memory of a broken past. Liu Fanxu didn't speak again, she looked out of the car window silently, is this the end of the combination of witches and Muggles?

Liu Fanxu's fingertips poked his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a bitter smile. Yes, the end of the union of witches and Muggles, she just didn't want to face the cruel truth. There were too many bloody examples in front of her, and she didn't dare to think about them, she didn't dare to look at them, she was afraid that the nightmarish reality would drag her into a whirlpool from which she could never recover. It's just that how could she really forget that Voldemort, who has shrouded the wizarding world in terror for decades, is the child born of a combination of witches and Muggles.

Whose fault is it in his life? Was it his biological mother, Merope Marvolo, who was at fault? She is a descendant of Slytherin blood, but she is madly and stubbornly in love with a Muggle who has been taught to hate since childhood. She loved painfully to despair, to the end of her life, and finally chose to die, but at the moment before the end of her life, she still did not forget to pass on the name of her loved one to her abandoned son. The most important thing in her heart was still the man who feared her and hated her.

And what is wrong with his father, Tom Riddle, the man who abandoned his biological mother and didn't even know that he had a zài? His greatest misfortune was to meet Melop Marvolo, and his greatest sorrow was to be madly loved by her, to be loved by a woman who would not hesitate to use aphrodisiacs to get him, and he was just an ordinary person who feared and hated wizards from the beginning.

Or should all those sins be blamed on Voldemort alone. So who is responsible for the pain that was inflicted on him when he was a child, and for the sins he endured?

Professor Dumbledore once said that what kind of person a person becomes, and what path he takes, depends on his/her choice; But if, in the beginning, before it happened, he/she had no choice, how could he face the boundless darkness before him/her, which devoured the soul and brought all the misfortunes to him/her, but he/she could do nothing.

Voldemort, his life made him evil, his experience made him cruel, his fate made his choices, and his choices created the tragedy of all. He hated his mother, he hated his father, he hated his half-blood, and he tortured his flesh and soul over and over again. If at the very beginning, his mother Merope Marvolo didn't have the madness of love for his father, Tom Riddle, wouldn't it have been different?

Her mentor, Professor Severus Snape, was also a witch and Muggle child, and few people knew that his full name was actually Severus Springs Snape. Prince, the surname of the ancient nobility, represents the heritage of the Potions family. The man who always wore a robe as black as the night, stood in the cold basement, guarding the crucible day and night, and was alone.

Did he also blame his mother, Erin Prince, for his mixed-race status? She is also a pure-blood, the same noble, and the only heir to bear the fate of the entire family. But for the love she thought she took, she abandoned her family, abandoned her responsibilities, and cowardly chose to escape. Discarding the wand in his hand, ignoring the magic on his body and using the most humble gesture, he loves a Muggle. She threw away all her pride and prostrate herself in front of the man with her son, praying for the love she had imagined.

When he was a student, he called himself a half-blood prince, with arrogance and invincibility. However, isn't this self-proclaimed title a mockery of oneself and resentment of one's own fate? The girl she admires marries someone else, and the man she chooses is a nobleman, and whether he has fantasized about his origin, if it is not so humble, then the ending will not be different. It's just that his fate, which has been full of thorns, has been deprived of the right to love, he is lonely and blindly chasing power and status, and his desperate desire for power makes him make a choice that will ruin his life.

If in the beginning, Erin Prince had not cowardly evaded her responsibilities, had not humbly prayed for love that never belonged to her. Professor Severus Snape could have had a different fate. He will be the heir to an ancient aristocracy, with Prince's blessing in his blood, rather than being buried in a sad past with his dignity and life.

What's even more ridiculous is that she is sitting here, laughing at Merop Marvolo and Erin Prince, making the same choices they made and doing the same things they did in the first place. In the near future, will she also let her children struggle in the whirlpool of darkness all their lives because of her own choices, just like the Voldemort who was scolded by thousands of people and her mentor, will her children also resent her so much?

The car quickly turned from the main road into an inconspicuous mountain road next to it, a narrow lane that could only pass one car, winding upwards. Liu Fanxu raised her eyes, her face was especially troubled with thoughts, her face became more and more pale, she looked through the car window, looking at the tall trees that were covered with a layer of gray outside, and then remembered that a long time had passed, she raised her wrist and looked at the time, it was evening.

She turned her head to look at the middle-aged man beside her who was still making strange noises, his hands were clutching the steering wheel, and the bulging green tendons on the back of his hands could be seen that he had used the best strength, and the expression on his face was sometimes hideous, sometimes joyful, sometimes frustrated, sometimes crying. Liu Fanxu sighed, this person was completely immersed in the world he had imagined and could not extricate himself. He forgot that she was sitting in the passenger seat, probably because she was too submissive or too quiet. She closed her eyes, exhaled helplessly, raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, took out her mobile phone from her handbag, and pressed the screen, only to find that the signal grid was empty, and her heart jumped, and then she realized that there was no signal received here.

I don't know if Red has called her phone, I don't know if he already knows what happened to her today, I don't know how worried he will be, and now she can't contact him. Liu Fanxu frowned in distress, she could actually get out right now and pretend that she was a survivor who escaped while the murderer was unprepared, this is very simple, only a small confusion spell and an oblivion spell are needed. However, she glanced at the middle-aged man beside her, and she knew she couldn't. If it was Red who was sitting here, even if he was in danger, he would never let this psycho with Yan zhòng paranoia leave alone. What's more, there was something strange about him that she hadn't confirmed, and she couldn't tolerate the possibility that Red might face a murderer with ties to the wizarding world.

Liu Fanxu leaned against the car window, holding his chin with one hand, his eyelashes trembling, and his heart was tumbling complicated. She knew very well that as long as there were wizards in this world, then Red could encounter the most vicious dark wizards at any time. They never cared about Muggles, nor did they worry about being discovered by Muggles, and they roamed some of the dark corners of the world with recklessness. When they accidentally touch them, they will not hesitate to open their fangs and devour anyone who tries to stand in their way, even if their bodies and souls are destroyed, even if the jade is burned.

The sky is getting darker, and the branches of the trees on the side of the road are dancing with teeth and claws, becoming ghostly, much like the one depicted in a horror movie. The middle-aged man still had no intention of stopping, her eyes were half-closed, her wand was clipped between her fingertips, and magic was faintly flowing in the air. She's constructing a magic web to probe her surroundings, and she has a hunch that this time she does seem to have encountered a tricky one.

Los Angeles Police Department, in the temporary office of BU. Red sat in front of a billboard, his head tilted, his eyes glazed with pain, his body leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together, clutching his phone. Morgan stood beside him, also with an irritated face, he looked down at the monitor, which repeatedly played back a surveillance video, which was the shooting murder that occurred on the third floor of the Los Angeles Times building at noon today, in which the beautiful girl in a dress only escaped the clutches of the perverted murderer yesterday, but was hijacked by another murderer at this time.

Hodge sat behind the desk next to them, his face gloomy and solemn as he looked down at the available information. The case is not going well, the cameras catch the murderer's face, but they can't find out where he is, as if the man has never been on Earth. The license plate number photographed in the parking lot was registered in the name of a person who had been dead for 20 years, and they couldn't even find out what the relationship between the dead person and the suspect was.

Red had been struggling with the morning's events all day, thinking he had lost sleep last night, so he lay down beside her unscrupulously, thinking that as long as he left before she woke up, he would not be discovered. Who would have thought that he would fall asleep like this, and sleep so deeply, that he didn't even know when she left. Until noon, he received a request for help from the Los Angeles Police Department, and on the BAU special plane to Los Angeles, Red was still struggling with how to send text messages to Liu Fanxu and what kind of content to send in the text messages. Well, he's just upset about accidentally falling asleep next to her last night.

It's just that what Red didn't expect was that he, Hodge, and Morgan walked into the Los Angeles Police Department, met the sheriff who was doing the contact work, and learned that there was another shooting at noon. Then he saw a photo of Liu Fanxu on the case board prepared for them at the police station, which was an enlarged version of the screenshot from the camera's footage, wearing a knee-length dress, and the expression on her face was a moment of froze smile. Red stared at the board in disbelief, his mind blank, praying in fear yesterday that nothing like this would happen.