tampered with the past

Grandmother didn't wait for me.

When I entered the headmaster's office at Hogwarts through the gargoyle, I was greeted by a quiet room. Judging from the flameless candlestick, I was in the dark, even though I lacked ordinary people's perception of darkness and light.

"Principal Weasley!"

My call was answered by a low, sullen voice: "Shut up, Malfoy."

"Don't be so harsh, Severus!" an old but powerful voice said with a smile, "The Headmaster has gone for a walk, and you can wait here for her if you want."

"Oh! OK, thank you!"

I'm sure that the person talking to me is the portrait of the headmaster of Hogwarts, but I can't tell which headmaster it is. After all, the magic sonar is not an eye, and it can't let me see the outline of the portrait from the outline of the frame.

I sat down at the principal's desk, when something caught my attention——

It was a shallow basin on the headmaster's desk, exuding wonderfully curved lines.

I reached out curiously, wanting to touch those radiating energies, a strange thing happened, I was sucked in by the shallow basin.

Snow……

snow all over the sky...

I stood in the snow in a daze, thinking about everything that happened, the shallow basin, energy, suction and space-time.

Pensieve.

There is no doubt that I am now living in the memory of my grandmother.

In front of me is a tombstone. A middle-aged couple stands in front of the tombstone. Their hands are tightly held together, as if losing each other means losing support.I've seen women conjure Christmas wreaths out of thin air, men catch it, place it on a grave, and they hug each other across the snow...

Another whirlwind.

still snow...

snow all over the sky...

I heard a low voice.

"She cried for a week after you left, maybe longer, but she didn't want me to see it. There were nights when we didn't talk. You weren't there... She was like a sister to me and I loved her like a sister , I'm sure she does that to me too. It's always been that way, I thought you knew."

In the woods, two boys stood facing each other. Behind a big tree not far from them, a girl quietly left.

The scene changed again.

This time, at the entrance of the tent, a boy was concentrating on the parchment in his hand. The girl in the tent walked towards him with a blanket. For some reason, she changed her mind halfway after seeing the parchment in his hand. , curled up on the bed and sobbed almost inaudibly.

The screen starts spinning again.

I heard voices from far away—

"Godric Christmas Eve."

It's my grandmother.

I have to go back.

As soon as I thought this way, I felt an unusual repulsion, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had returned to the headmaster's desk at Hogwarts.

"Xi Shize!" Seeing me, my grandmother looked very surprised, "I thought you wouldn't come, I heard that you were locked up by Professor White, it was quite time-consuming, I hope you didn't do it on your own ..."

I stood up nervously and hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm willing to make up for the confinement on Professor White's side."

The grandmother was stunned: "You don't need to be like this, Xi Shize, I am talking to you as a grandmother, not as the principal."

"Grandma..."

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you all these years." My grandmother stroked my messy hair. "Rose doesn't want to see me. After I treat her like that, she will hate me for granted."

I stared blankly at my grandmother, feeling at a loss.

"You will understand, Sishizawa, one day, you will understand."

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