tampered with the past

I finally stopped my grandfather—the real one.

It was not easy, God knows, my ribs hurt from running (I was really worried that something would happen to my full stomach).

Seeing me, my grandfather took a step back imperceptibly, "Who are you?"

I don't believe my grandfather really didn't recognize me, but I decided to introduce myself to him anyway: "My name is Sisser, Sisser Malfoy, I'm..."

"Sishze?"

I was interrupted by, unfortunately, my other grandfather—the titular one.

The conversation seemed impossible.

I said goodbye to Harry's grandfather dejectedly, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ron's grandfather: "I...can I talk to you?"

I point to myself uncertainly.

Grandfather Ron, want to talk to me?talk about what?

Uncle Weasley's suspicions raced through my mind.

Ron's grandfather knew.

We walked side by side (actually I was only as tall as Ron's grandfather's chest) by the Black Lake. Ron's grandfather looked a little scared of me and always kept a distance of 2 feet from me carefully.

I wait patiently.

Finally, Ron's grandfather rubbed his hands, his voice sounded a little reserved: "Are you... how are you doing at Hogwarts?"

It has been almost two months since I entered school, and I have never received a single word from Ron's grandfather. Right now, he suddenly asked me about my school life, and I couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.Especially his deliberately reluctant tone, a tone that wanted to ask but didn't want to ask, so excited that I could hardly answer his question properly.However, in order to know the truth, I decided to endure it for now.Right now, it is necessary to make my nominal grandfather happy.

"It's okay." I pretended to be aggrieved, "Except that I don't have any friends."

"No...no friends?" Ron's grandfather rubbed his hands faster, "I heard that Elsa and you have a very good relationship."

"Oh! Yeah! Elsa's nice, kind and sweet," I said, following Ron's grandfather's lead, "but she's always obsessed with horned snorkels and mobsters and . . . I don't know what to say. How to say, some weird things."

"No, Elsa is simply a copy of 'Mad Girl'." Ron's grandfather's voice sounded a lot more relaxed, "I guess, you must want to make some different friends."

I nodded enthusiastically: "I am particularly envious of my grandfather, who can have two good friends, the savior and my grandmother."

Although there were only gray and white lines in my vision, Grandpa Ron seemed to change his face slightly: "You mean Harry and Hermione? I...I think you must understand that sometimes Elsa Friends are very precious."

"Why?" I pretended to be confused, "Could it be that grandpa..."

"I didn't mean that!" Ron's grandfather obviously guessed my back sound, he waved his hands hastily, "Harry and Hermione are great friends, I have always been very happy to know them. Especially Hermione —I mean your grandmother, who was always faithful and wise. But..."

Grandpa Ron sighed.

"They stress you out, don't they?" I asked tentatively.

"Maybe!" Ron's grandfather shrugged: "I really don't understand why I would say this to you...but...you are right, they put me under pressure. One is the savior and the other is the reincarnated Merlin .Like I said, friends like Elsa are precious sometimes."

I couldn't help being curious: "If you were given a choice? Would you give up Harry Potter and my grandmother for a friend like Elsa?"

Ron's grandfather seemed taken aback, and without a second's hesitation, he said to me, "What are you talking about! I will never leave Harry and Hermione behind, I love them, they are not only my friends, but more It's my family."

"But you did abandon them once," I said aggressively.

"I..." Ron's grandfather stammered.

"You left them behind, in the hardest of times, in..."

"Shut up." Ron's grandfather yelled, his voice sounded full of desolation, "I didn't mean to, I never thought of leaving them, but... I... I just... you won't understandable."

"No! I understand!"

Grandpa Ron stopped abruptly.

I raised my head, looked at his gray and white face, and said word by word: "I understand, you are just jealous!"

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