A series of hurried footsteps came from the hallway outside the room, and Amosta paused his recounting of the past and listened quietly for a while, his face a little dark. Outside the window, the torrential rain was still falling, and the dense clouds flashed from time to time with dazzling thunder lights, and the air was dull and oppressive.

Harry held his breath, quiet, but his eyes were urgent, and it was clear that he wanted to know why Professor Bryan had said that his birth had come from his mother's plan.

"Where did I just go, Potter?" Amosta, whose brain suddenly shut down, asked with a frown.

"You talked about your mother being kicked out of the house..., well, and a plan," Harry said quickly.

"Oh, thank you--" Amosta rubbed her eyebrows and muttered,

"I'm a little confused in my head, well, so, yes... The fact that I broke off my parents did not bring my mother to her senses, but it stimulated her and made her angry, and she thought that the root cause of their disapproval was that they disliked her for not being productive, and if she became productive, she could make a lot of money...

But we all know that this is not that simple, especially for a girl who is not very advanced in culture, and has a lot of bad records, and has just come of age, there are not too many opportunities for her to change decency... Life has become difficult, because with her character, I am afraid that she cannot endure those boring jobs that rely on physical strength for a meager income..."

There was a clanging sound in the hallway, as if someone was pushing some kind of equipment running, and Harry briefly detached Professor Bryan's story and thought about what it might be, and then easily came up with an answer.

Harry looked at Professor Blaine's face, and judging by Professor Blaine's sudden acceleration in speaking and the pace of the story, it was clear that he also knew what might be going on outside.

From those friends, she heard about a drinking party held by a business celebrity, and then dressed herself up beautifully, pretending to be a lady with a solid family background and good upbringing.

Mixed into the drinking party, at a glance picked the most personable one in the crowd, there was a short beautiful love, immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself, secretly pregnant, and found that his identity had been investigated by the old owner of the manor... Hey, in order to get to the bottom of all this, I pretty much went around London during the summer of my third year! ”

Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly at Harry, who had opened his mouth wide in surprise.

........

Fast forward to February 28, 1971.

This year's winter has been extraordinarily long and cold, and at this time of year, the drunken spring breeze has been pleasantly swimming on the large lawn of Brayne Manor, but now everything is buried under the white snow and ice.

On the straight road from the big iron gate to the grand manor, more than a dozen servants were clearing the ice and snow deposited on the road, but the work was not as efficient as usual, they exchanged heads and whispers, and their curious eyes were all on what was happening at the big iron gate in the courtyard.

Bang!

"You've made me feel humiliated like never before, Belina!"

The young and handsome young master of the manor slammed the door shut, glared at the lady outside the iron door with angry eyes, and said viciously, "Get out of here, never appear in front of me!" ”

Hearing these words, Lawrence, the housekeeper of the manor, couldn't bear to look at the lady at the iron gate--- it was a young and beautiful lady with dexterous and delicate features, but unfortunately, the messy hair, the dust on the cheeks, and the dried blood stains on the inner thighs ruined her beauty.

In the heavy snow, even the servants working on the manor were dressed in a thick layer of cotton clothes, but the lady wore only a thin woolen sweater, because her coat was wrapped in her arms about the baby who had just been born for a day.

It was a very strange baby, in such a cold weather, even though the lovely cheeks were blue from the cold, but still did not let out a cry, and his light brown eyes revealed a clarity that only a conscious person can have, but a baby born for a day obviously would not be conscious.

The young lady seemed stunned by Cullad Blain's performance, and she looked at him helplessly and terrified, and murmured in a low voice,

“... But... You said you would marry me..."

"You dare to mention this!" Kurad roared, "Despicable... Cheap..., huh, you make me a laughing stock, this shame will stay with me for the rest of my life! ”

"But..."

Belina's eyes flashed with tears, and she looked at the baby in her arms, her expression even more panicked, "This child... He's yours..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Kurad interrupted her, and he glared at the baby, and there was indeed a hint of hesitation in his eyes with disgust, but he was immediately crushed by the anger that welled up in his heart, and he said breathlessly,

"I was poked and disappeared, and a few months later I got a child, oh... Where did he get him, I think, it's another clumsy lie, right? ”

After saying this, Curad Bryan turned around and left reluctantly, without the slightest nostalgia.

"Miss Det--"

Looking at Belina, who looked down at the baby with a dazed and desperate look in her eyes, Lawrence hesitated for a moment, he took the check from his pocket and handed it through the gap in the fence, "Maybe this can help you get through some of the difficulties--"

Belina didn't look at the check, but hugged the baby in her arms tightly, and with the fluttering snowflakes on her head, she turned around and left silently.

The scene shifts, and the same merciless sound of doors slamming through the streets.

"We are not obligated to take responsibility for your actions!"

The cold sound from the room made Belina Det's body tremble, but in fact, her frozen body had long since felt the cold.

She took the baby, who was on the verge of fainting from hunger and cold, and left again, walking aimlessly and quietly down the lonely street.

The snowflakes falling slowly from the gloomy sky covered her with a snow-white coat, and the occasional passer-by looked at her with pity, but she did not react.

The baby in her arms finally let out a cry, the cry was very faint, but it was the only sound Belina could hear now, she looked at the baby whose eyebrows and eyes resembled her father's, and her eyes were silent, but in the end, it was dead silence.

She walked for a long time, from the suburbs to the densely built commercial center, and then through the commercial center to the other side of the city, not to ask anyone for help, but simply not to stop.

In the courtyard of a dilapidated orphanage, Ms. Felena stopped to clear the snow and looked at the ragged lady who walked past the door with a baby in her arms, her eyes full of worry.

In fact, she was paying attention to this lady as early as she appeared in the field of vision.

For Felena, an experienced woman who has worked in orphanages all her life, she has seen this happen many times, often when a young man, a young woman, or a young man who appears together sneaks up on the orphanage's door, drops a package and cardboard box in a panic, and then turns around and runs away.

She had expected the woman to do the same, but she was surprised.

However, this did not reassure Felena, but made her more worried, and after thinking for a short time, Ms. Felena leaned her broom against the wall and carefully stepped on the slippery ground and walked out of the gate of the orphanage.

"Hello, ma'am--"

Felena shouted into Belina's back, "Do you need some help?" ”

Belina didn't look back, in fact, she was silent in a world where there was no hope of complete death, and she couldn't hear anyone's call...



























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