Years later, in an interview with the Daily Prophet.

Miss Draco, who has become a famous wizard adventurer, still tells the stories she has told countless people.

That warm Brussels afternoon.

He wore a dark blue stand-up collar coat and sat outside a smoky Muggle café drinking tea.

The aroma of coffee is like a rich ballad, squeezed into the lazy air, and spreads into the nostrils of every customer present.

But he was drinking tea.

A cup of tea has no additives, flowing in the delicate oriental porcelain, and the faint cold fragrance is like a spring bud piercing the land of birth miracles.

Then he raised his head to meet my gaze, smiled kindly, and nodded to invite me to take a seat.

I was a little panicked, greedy, and pleading.

How I wish time could stop in this moment, forever.

But—I know, Vincent would never be here, as he had been in the Slytherin lounge countless years ago, in front of the glass that separated the Black Lagoon.

He said, 'If the Wizarding War were over and he was still alive, he would have been an adventurer and would have traveled to the most wonderful places in the world.' To witness, to leave his footprints. ’

"It's been a good trip to New Zealand." He poured me a cup of English black tea and he knew I didn't like bitter tastes.

"It's fine." I say.

Oh, my God! That's all I can say.

I suddenly remembered my godmother, the melancholy dean who never put a smile on her face.

How similar I am to her today.

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Vincent seemed intrigued by my adventures, constantly asking what the scenery was like from all over the world.

We had a lovely and lazy afternoon.

When we parted, I finally couldn't help but open my mouth.

"It's still too late, if you want a makeover, a fresh start, the Malfoys have what it takes—" I almost yelled.

"Nope." Vincent gave his trademark scoff.

I know that he is not laughing at me, but at this twisted world.

"But when it comes to makeovers, I hope that next time, I can change my name to a more powerful one, the surname Robinson sounds too ordinary."

Although it was early summer, the streets suddenly fell with fallen leaves.

Vincent, gently pinching a leaf, "Sanchez!" He said.

"Maybe I wasn't happy that day, and I could change my life in the universe."

As he spoke, he burst out laughing, as if he felt the absurdity of his childish idea.

"Alright, goodbye, Miss Draco." His expression returned to its original solemn appearance.

"You shouldn't get too close to someone like me. You have a safer life. Get away from the UK. At least for now. ”

With that, he disappeared that afternoon, along with my memory, my life, my world.

And I—never had the courage to stop him.

I regret it to this day.

—————— "The End of the Order of the Phoenix: The Real Savior Buried in History" Rita Skeeter, 2023, interview with Daily Prophet.