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Old lover?

Are you sure there is nothing wrong with his ears?

The woman giggled, and then turned around.

She looked at Benjamin delicately, with a sultry expression.

"What's the matter, silly boy, like I'm surprised. ”

It was a woman who was not beautiful, and it could even be said that her facial features were very ordinary.

It's the kind of type that gets thrown into the crowd and can't be found again.

However, such a woman has an innate attraction.

Let Benjamin involuntarily set his eyes on her.

Her gestures are full of reserve and pride.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Benjamin asked with some suspicion as he rubbed his eyes and came back to his senses.

"What am I lying to you about!" the woman laughed, as if to laugh at Benjamin's cuteness and honesty. "I didn't expect the Ludwig family to be such a lovely young man. It's good that you didn't inherit your mother's genes. ”

It occurred to Benjamin that if this woman was really his father's old lover, then she and his mother were obviously at odds with each other.

As if realizing that the topic would be difficult for Benjamin to continue, the woman smiled faintly again.

"Okay, I don't mean anything else, I just want to find you to catch up. ”

Out of nowhere, the woman conjured up a drink and handed it to Benjamin.

Benjamin took the drink and began to put it in his mouth with a grunt.

No way, his mouth is just too thirsty.

It's like a beast about to die in the desert.

"Is it good?"

The woman said with a smile, a hint of concern between her eyebrows.

"Pretty good. Benjamin honestly admits that it's not like ordinary boiled water at all. On the contrary, it tastes just as good as juice.

"This is my own wine, but it is not very low, and it is very suitable for children and women. She explained lightly.

"Well, I don't know what to call you. Benjamin asked, looking down with some curiosity.

In this quiet atmosphere, Benjamin's previous unhappiness also disappeared.

"I'm just a nobody. You can call me Mrs. Bogin. ”

Mrs. Borgin said softly, her voice like an ever-expanding river.

People can't help but sink.

Benjamin, however, was not obsessed with Madame Borgin's voice, on the contrary, he was so sober.

Because the name Madame Borgin is all too familiar.

Benjamin had memories of her.

"I remember, there was a shop in Tumbledown Alley......"

Benjamin began to recall.

But he was interrupted by Mrs. Borgin's gentle voice, "Son, so you know this. Well, he's my husband. It's just that I don't have a good relationship with him, and we don't have a common language. ”

Mrs. Borgin had many grievances about her marriage.

"So you're divorced?"

Benjamin asked, somewhat surprised.

"Of course not," said Mrs. Borgin, with a look of course. "I've only been separated from him for a while, and we actually see each other every year. ”

Benjamin didn't think of that, he had Mr. Borgin's shop on his mind, and it was full of all sorts of strange and strange materials.

As mysterious as Mrs. Borgin.

"Well, Madame Borgin, I seem to have mentioned your sad past. ”

Mrs. Borgin waved her hand with a nonchalant expression.

"Oh, kid, no, I was just a little surprised. You don't look like a guy who's going to go down alley. ”

Mrs. Borgin looked at Benjamin faintly, and handed him a plate of steaming cookies.

"It was an accident," Benjamin said, picking up the biscuit and putting it in his mouth. I have to admit that the taste of this cookie is also so charming. "Did you do this yourself?"

"Of course. Mrs. Borgin admitted with a smile, "When I'm alone, I always like to do some crafts. Well, just to pass the time. How is your father doing now?"

Mrs. Borgin finally asked her concern.

Benjamin nodded slightly awkwardly.

After all, the relationship between these two people is comparative, strange.

"Not bad. ”

"Well, London is a good place, much safer than we are. ”

Mrs. Borgin suddenly laughed to herself, "What the hell did your father think that he would be willing to send you here?" Didn't he know that Durmstrang was a world of the jungle?"

Mrs. Borgin laughs with obvious wrinkles, which also shows her age.

"Maybe he thinks I don't have to worry about that. Benjamin said confidently.

Putting her hand on Benjamin's face, Mrs. Borgin looked at Benjamin dotingly, "Oh, kid, you're so cute. But even if you have the strength, you must pay attention in this school. ”

"Why?"

Benjamin asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because here, black magic is mainstream. If you are not careful, you will fall under the curse of others. ”

Mrs. Borgin explained blithelessly, as if telling Benjamin what day of the week it was.

Benjamin immediately became a little cautious, and indeed he almost forgot the curse.

He had suffered so much at the beginning!

"By the way, Madame Borgin, are you interested in magical creatures?"

Benjamin walked around the room and suddenly asked.

"Magical creatures?" Mrs. Borgin blinked, revealing a confused expression, "My opinion of them is basically derived from my previous Magical Beast Protection class. I don't know much about the rest. However, the professors in your school must be very proficient in this subject. ”

"I haven't taken that class yet!" Benjamin thought for a moment, and it wasn't until tomorrow that he would have his first Magical Beasts conservation class.

"It was a very interesting class, especially in Durmstram, where you could see a lot of creatures that were banned by the British Ministry of Magic. Oh, and of course, they're also very dangerous. I hope you don't take classes with older students. ”

Mrs. Borgin said sincerely.

"Could it be that they will deliberately make things difficult for us?" said Benjamin, roughly surmising.

"That's right, those students, well, they're actually just getting revenge, they were bullied by the older ones when they were in the lower grades. Now that I've finally become a senior student, I'm going to start bullying you. ”

Mrs. Borgin smiled.

"It's a vicious circle. Benjamin snapped.

"Who's to say it isn't?" said Mrs. Borgin shrugged her shoulders noncommittally.