Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"Mom, who are they?"

"It's British."

"Are they bad guys?"

"No, I don't think so...maybe."

"Then... Since they are not bad guys, why did they snatch our neighbor's home? Bernard, Leroy, Durand... they are all gone."

"It's not like that, it's just that someone bought their home and lent it to these British people who had lost their home..."

On the edge of the block where the refugees settled, a little girl stood in front of her house holding her mother's hand, staring blankly at the gradually quieting street.

She didn't quite understand what her mother said, because in her impression, "home" should always be there.Even if she goes to play in the small park "distant" every day, when the time is up, she can always return home under the leadership of her mother to eat warm vegetable stew.

unless……

"Oh, so, did someone take their home?"

Something that was "borrowed" can be returned, but the thing that was "robbed" is very likely to never come back again-she still knows this.

Because, she used to have a rubber ball arbitrarily snatched by the bad boy Dibois in this area, and she was still sitting on the ground and crying for a long time!

The little girl pursed her mouth, thinking hard with her somewhat confused little head, thinking that she could understand the so-called "lost home".

At this moment, she was suddenly attracted by a figure slowly approaching from the distance of the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they seemed to be serious about seeing each other, so they didn't speak, just watched the figure slowly walk past in front of them.

It wasn't until the other party passed them that the little girl looked up at her mother ignorantly.

"Mom...then," she asked softly, seemingly a little curious, "Is that beautiful sister also taken away from her home?"

After her words fell slightly, her mother hadn't answered yet when she found that the beautiful girl who hadn't gone far suddenly stopped, apparently hearing the words her daughter said.

"Sorry, miss...My daughter didn't mean anything..."

"I know, it's okay."

I saw the back lightly turned around and responded to the little girl's mother with a soft voice in fluent French.Then, I saw her walking towards this side step by step.

That's right, this girl who looks particularly beautiful and delicate is Delphi who wandered alone on the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

As the girl’s mother said this, she suddenly realized that the French spoken by this beautiful girl was not like someone from abroad, and she seemed to have a Parisian accent.

In other words... she probably wasn't with the group of British people, but just happened to pass by.

However, the young mother did not know that Delphi at the moment was actually very surprised-her memory was given by Maca, but Maca himself only knew a little about French.

And she answered in French almost subconsciously just now, and she seemed to have said it many times fluently.

So, when Delphi looked at the memories deep in her mind again... she suddenly felt that the language she spoke in her childhood memories seemed to be more French.

"No, there must be something wrong... But why?"

Memorizing such things is undoubtedly very ambiguous.When you think back to something you have experienced, the picture and the passage are the key points, and the words tend to stay on the general content.

If it weren't for this inadvertent opening, she would have been hard to find out.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphi smiled reluctantly, and then, who was already very strong, decided to put down this creepy question for the time being.

"Is this your house? Very beautiful potted plant."

She looked at the row of flowers and plants placed by the wall. The lush greenery was mixed with various potted plants, which reminded her of Willie, who had long silver hair in her memory and always smiled at herself. sister.

"Thank you! I planted it with my mother!"

This time, the little girl rushed to speak without waiting for her mother to speak.

"Really?" Delphi heard the words and couldn't help squatting down in front of her, stroking her soft hair, "It's amazing..."

While she was talking, she suddenly thought about it, and then continued:

"Just now you said that my home was also taken away? You are wrong! My home is always there—or, as long as there is a place for my father, it is my home."

"Then... and mother?"

When the little girl's mother heard her daughter say this, she suddenly regretted taking her out to enjoy the sun.

Fortunately, Delphi did not feel any discomfort about this.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite frankly, "if I have to say it, I have a group of big sisters who grew up with me. They are very, very kind to me — maybe even better than my mother."

"Oh, um—"

"Those must be good people."

The little girl’s mother seemed to be worried that her daughter would say something like "Mother is the best", and hurriedly interjected, interrupting her daughter's upcoming words-although if the daughter really said that, she I will definitely feel very happy.

"Yes, they are all very kind people."

When Delphi heard it, he couldn't help but nodded seriously, then gently retracted the hand on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Madam, don't worry! There are also many very nice, brave, and kind-hearted people among those who come to live here. I think you will get along well with them."

After saying this, Delphi talked a little bit with the mother and daughter, and then wanted to turn around and leave.And it was at this time that I heard the little girl say:

"Pretty sister, are you leaving? Where are you going?"

Delphino turned his head, suddenly smiled and said:

"Nowhere, go home."

After all, she just walked far away along the street as before, but she had already changed directions.Not long after, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear at the corner of the street when she came.

"Mom, that elder sister just said that where my father is, she is home; but she later said that she has a group of very good sisters... Then, where is her home?"

Listening to her daughter's question, her mother stood still for a moment, then said softly:

"I don't know, maybe... it's in Paris!"