Cyril's eyes were firmly fixed on Yolanda, and after a while, he smiled lightly and took the thing, "I really didn't choose the wrong person in the first place, you are indeed worthy of the identity of the adopted daughter of the Avis family." ”

For the first time, Cyril left without casting a spell on Yolanda this time, and when he walked to the door, he looked back as if he remembered something, and said softly: "However, I am more looking forward to your appearance in front of me as Yolanda•ives, then I will be more satisfied." ”

With that, Cyril left quietly, leaving Yolanda alone in her study, her face dark.

Don't you wait, Cyril, I'm looking forward to that day, but not now.

I just hope that when you arrive at that day, you will be as relaxed as you are today.

Sirius also returned to the Black family, and his return was not cared for by either his father or his mother, as if he were dispensable, and even Kreacher did not give him a second look.

Only Rael, still standing at the door with a smile like when he was a child, jumping into his arms excitedly and shouting "Brother, you're back", stood at the door to greet him, his eyes were still as warm and sincere as when he was a child.

Sirius smiled reluctantly, turned his head away, and returned to his room.

I don't know why, he is now more and more afraid to face Rael, it is a kind of subconscious avoidance, he can't tell whether it is out of inferiority or jealousy.

Lying on the bed, Sirius let out a cloudy breath. Rael, the Black family, can only be handed over to you in the end, although I am a Gryffindor, but I am far less brave than you.

Can you read my willfulness, forgive my selfishness, and understand my inferiority? Rael ......

Before going to Hogwarts, Yolanda secretly made a trip back to the Muggle world to visit her mother's grave.

Placing a bouquet of lilies in front of her mother's tombstone, Yolanda sighed softly, her heart was not without resentment towards her mother.

She threw herself alone in the world and died in a hurry.

She didn't think about how a young child could survive in this treacherous world, how tormented a daughter would be to see her father burned alive and then her mother covered in blood. I never thought that such a small child would have nightmares and sleep at night.

How many nights did she dream that her mother stabbed her in the chest with the pen she had written to her; When she arrived at the nursing home, her mother's body was already cold, the pen was stuck in the middle of the bone, and the doctor pulled out the pen for a long time, the blood on her mother's chest had coagulated, and she pressed her cheek to her mother's already stiff hand, imagining that her mother could still gently pinch her face as before.

She simply left, but she had to stay on her own, facing this lifelong intractable question - why did my mother leave me?

Yes, she is difficult to forgive.

Yolanda gently brushed the beautiful picture of Evelyn on the tombstone, and the lament in her heart was speechless.

"Mom, I'm already on this path. No matter how painful it is, I will go on, no matter what, this is how I choose to live, not die. ”