Late October 1979, early night.

On the south shore of Forth Bay, the streets of Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, are bathed in a festive atmosphere, and even the current untimely and out-of-season thunderstorm can't stop people from celebrating the big holiday.

In the pouring rain, the Palace of Holyroodhouse (Palace of the Holy Cross) at the end of the Royal Mile was brightly lit, and the dense rain curtain gave this ancient palace soaked in the atmosphere of history a hazy coat, but it still could not stop the murderous and bloodthirsty atmosphere that lingered around it.

A shrill and piercing sound of the door opening sounded with a roar that was enough to overwhelm billions of drops of rain and hit the earth at the same time, and the garage of the palace was wide open, and thirteen cars with black bodies drove out of the garage, following the established route, crashing through the rain curtain and disappearing into the night.

Tonight, holy bushes will defend the glory of the Lord.

In the heart of the new town, a small three-storey building with Georgian design emanates with a happy birthday hymn, and the swaying rhythm of the jack-o'-lantern hanging from the eaves outside the door seems to be a celebration for the little owner of the house.

In the fireplace next to the wall, neatly stacked oak trees are burning, and on the wall opposite the fireplace, surrounded by mistletoe, golden apples made of thousands of strange golden acorns shine brightly in the light of the fire.

Leaning against the lattice, Mr. Hill withdrew his gaze from the endless darkness outside the window, and turned to look into the dining room, where he sat at the long table, dressed in a golden gauze skirt and wearing a crown made of rattan wood, and his daughter was smiling merrily, and her eyes were full of love.

It's just that the sorrow on that handsome face has never been dissipated.

"Honey?"

Mrs. Hill, who was graceful, brushed her daughter's sideburns softly, noticed that her husband was strange, and while her daughter was talking to her parents, she hurried to the window, and tried to dispel his anxiety with a smile.

"This is a rare opportunity to reunite, my dear, you should spend more time with your family."

"I'm sorry, Hea--"

Mr. Hill smiled equally laboriously at his own concern, looked back at the stormy and rumbling room, and after a moment, he sighed heavily.

"I just think... My heart is uneasy, Hea, I always feel like something is going to happen. ”

A delicate and slender hand pressed on the position of Mr. Hill's heart, and the palm felt the disordered heartbeat, Mrs. Hill sighed slightly,

"I know what you're worried about, dear, but..."

Mrs. Hill looked at her daughter, who was spoiling herself and jumped into her father's arms, lowered her eyes, and sighed in the same way,

"This is her wish, my dear, she hopes to spend this birthday with her grandparents and grandparents... You know, the burden on her in the future is going to be heavy, and I can't refuse--"

Mr. Hill was silent, and he stared in silence at his daughter, who was as lovely and innocent as an elf, and in the depths of his pale green eyes flashed not only heartache, but also hatred.

"When I go back this time, I want to convince the teacher to lead all the disciples to move out of the jungle... There are many clues that have shown that it is no longer safe there. ”

There was silence for a long time, but Mr. Hill's words again made Mrs. Hill's brow furrow,

"We've inhabited a lot there... Where do you want to go? ”

"The Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, it's a great place for us to live, centaurs aren't a problem, we both worship nature and the stars, we can get along well with them..."

Mrs. Hill's hand left her husband's chest, her brow furrowed even tighter, and after a little silence, she directly pierced the reason why her husband wanted to hide,

"You want the blessing of that wizard, Albus Dumbledore, my dear?"

"That's the best outcome, isn't it?"

Mr. Hill was not surprised that his careful thinking was seen through by his wife, and he said very frankly,

"Dumbledore's strength and heart are known to all, and if we can have his protection, then we can get a respite, I mean... You don't have to be in such a hurry to get that handle..."

"If it were in normal times, I might have supported your bold attempt, my dear,"

Before Mr. Hill could finish his sentence, his words were interrupted by his wife,

"But you and I both know that now is not a good time, the wizards themselves are in big trouble right now, the guy who is called the 'mystery man' by the wizards is making waves in the wizarding world, Albus Dumbledore is overwhelmed, if at this time, he blatantly accepts us..."

Thundered!

The dazzling light of electricity cleansed the earth, and the deafening thunder obscured the approaching footsteps of death.

When the buzz subsided, Mrs. Hill continued to express her opinion,

"Do you think that at this time, he will provoke another enemy for himself that he may not be able to cope with with all his might?"

Mr. Hill's breath was short, he didn't think about it, but he had expectations in his heart,

"Dumbledore was a good wizard, I think..., you should know that we were once one with the wizard, and he would not die without saving..."

"That was more than a decade ago, my dear, we have long since parted ways with them, perhaps Dumbledore is of good character and will have sympathy for our situation, but I don't think a wizard like him would be a kind enough fool, he would never..."

"Daddy, Mommy?"

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two men gradually tense affected the rest of the room, and Vitia at the dining table was reminded by her grandparents, tilting her head and looking at the foyer with her small clear eyes.

"Go and bring your mom and dad back, cute little elf--"

"Yes!"

The gray-haired grandfather whispered something in his ear, and Vitia, who was alerted, immediately jumped out of her grandfather's arms, and her quirky appearance amused everyone in the room.

Mr. and Mrs. Hill took a deep breath to ease the slight tension between them, and he opened his arms to meet his daughter with an innocent smile on her little red face.

Bang!

At this moment, the earth suddenly fell into a violent tremor, and the space above the first floor of the house seemed to be swept away by a large pendulum and disappeared directly.

In the suddenly dark world, a cluster of white holy light fell like a sky and was nailed into a mess!

The crimson blood, the terrible screams, and the cold weeping could not be suppressed even by the rumbling thunder.

"Woo, I'll get my revenge!"

Between the ruins, the little girl stood in the midst of blood-stained acorns, crying helplessly, and several bodies with lost eyes fell in front of her, palms facing her weakly.

"I'm going to kill you!"

With an immature voice of unforgettable hatred, he swore an unyielding oath to fate, and although it was resolute, it could not make life move.

"Evil heretics."

A cold proclamation came from the rain curtain, and the chilling light flickered again, replacing the darkness that enveloped the world in an instant, and wiped out all the seeds that dared to resist in the dirt.

In the shattered fireplace, the blackened oak suddenly bloomed with a brilliant green light, and a small bud stretched out its body, growing from the ashes symbolizing death, and in the blink of an eye, it became a towering tree, blocking the holy light that washed the earth.

"I'm sorry, Vitia--"

Ignoring the wails of the cultists pierced by the treetops, the green-haired old priest came to Vitia's side step by step, gently embracing her weak shoulders, and the rain mixed with tears and sweat flowed freely on her old countenance.

"For... Why, teacher, woo, why don't they let them go? ”

The little girl stopped suppressing her sobs and began to cry.

“... We've all forgotten where this hatred began, Vitia, and we don't know when it will end..."

The old priest's voice was grief, and the green eyes revealed perseverance,

"The only thing we can do is fight to the end!"





























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