Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 137 Those Stories

A series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the house, Amosta paused the recounting of the past, and listened quietly for a while, his complexion looked a little gloomy.The torrential rain outside the window was still falling, and dazzling thunder flashed from time to time in the thick layers of clouds, and the air was dull and oppressive.

Harry held his breath, and although he remained quiet, his eyes revealed a sense of urgency. Obviously, he really wanted to know why Professor Bryan said that his birth was entirely planned by his mother.

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

"You mentioned that your mother was kicked out of the house... Well, there are plans." Harry said quickly.

"Oh, thanks--" Amosta rubbed his eyebrows and muttered,

"I'm a bit confused, um, so, it's not clearing my mother up, it's irritating her, making her angry, and she thinks the root cause of their disapproval is that they disapprove She is worthless, if she becomes successful, she can make a lot of money.
But we all know that this matter is actually not that simple, especially for a girl who has just grown up with a not so advanced culture and a lot of bad records, the chances of making her look decent are not too great Life has become difficult, because with her personality, I am afraid she cannot bear those boring jobs that rely on physical strength to earn meager income."

There was clanking and rattling sounds in the corridor. It seemed that someone was pushing some kind of equipment and running again. Harry briefly broke away from Professor Brian's story and thought about what the noise might be, and then easily came up with an answer.

Harry looked at Professor Brian's profile. Judging from Professor Brian's sudden increase in speaking speed and the pace of the story, he obviously knew what might be happening outside.

"--She has been in the society for some years and knows many people from different schools and schools. From those friends, she inquired about a reception held by business celebrities, and then dressed herself up beautifully, pretending to be a rich family and Well educated ladies.

Sneak into the reception, pick out the most graceful one in the crowd at a glance, have a short and beautiful love, immerse yourself in it, get pregnant secretly, and find out that your identity has been clearly investigated by the old owner of the manor. , In order to investigate these things clearly, I almost turned London all over during the summer vacation of my third grade! "

Amostar smiled self-deprecatingly at the startled open-mouthed Harry.

Time back to December 1971, 2.

This year's winter has been extraordinarily long and cold. At this time in the past, the slightly boozy spring breeze has been rippling comfortably on the large and well-manicured lawn of Bryan Manor, but now, everything is buried under the white snow and ice.

On the straight road from the big iron gate to the magnificent manor, there are more than a dozen servants who are clearing the snow and ice deposited on the road, but the efficiency of their work is not unusual. They whisper to each other, and all their curious eyes are on the big iron gate of the yard. what happened there.

Clang!

"You made me feel humiliated like never before, Bellina!"

The young and handsome young master of the manor closed the door heavily, glared at the lady outside the iron gate with angry eyes, and said viciously, "Go away, and never appear in front of me!"

Hearing these unfeeling words, Lawrence, the steward of the manor, couldn't bear it. He looked at the lady at the iron gate and hesitated to speak—it was a young and beautiful lady with delicate and delicate facial features, but unfortunately, the messy hair and the dust on her cheeks And the dried blood stains on the inner thighs ruined her beauty.

In the heavy snow, even the servants working in the manor were wearing thick cotton clothes, but this lady was only wearing a thin woolen sweater, because her coat was wrapped in her arms on the one-day-old baby.

It was a very weird baby. In such a cold weather, even though his cute cheeks were turned blue from the cold, he still didn't cry aloud. Moreover, his pair of light brown eyes showed a kind of talent that can only be seen with clear consciousness. There will be clarity, but a baby born one day obviously will not have a clear consciousness.

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

".but you said you would marry me"

"How dare you mention this!" Kurad roared loudly, "Despicable. Despicable, huh, you make me a laughing stock, this shame will accompany me for the rest of my life!"

"But."

Tears glistened in Bellina's pupils. She looked at the baby in her arms, and her expression became even more terrified, "This child. He belongs to you."

"Shut up!"

Kurad interrupted her. He stared at the baby. There was indeed a hint of hesitation in his extremely disgusted eyes, but he was immediately crushed by the anger in his heart. He said out of breath,
"It disappeared after being exposed, and a child came out a few months later, oh. Where did you get him, I thought, this must be another bad lie, right?"

After saying this, Kurad Bryan turned and left heartlessly, without the slightest nostalgia.

"Miss Dutter--"

Looking at Bellina who was looking down at the baby with dazed and desperate eyes, Lawrence hesitated for a moment, took out a check from his pocket, and passed it through the gap in the fence, "Maybe this can help you get through some difficulties --"

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

The screen changed, and the same ruthless sound of closing the door resounded through the street.

"We have no obligation to be responsible for your actions!"

The icy voice from the room made Bellina Dete's body tremble, but in fact, her frozen body could not feel the cold for a long time.

She carried the baby who was about to faint due to hunger and cold and left again, walking aimlessly and quietly on the cold and silent street.

The slowly falling snowflakes on the gloomy sky covered her with a snow-white coat, and the passers-by who occasionally passed her looked at her with pity, but she didn't respond.

The baby in her arms finally cried, the cry was very weak, but it was the only sound that Bellina could hear now. She looked at the baby whose eyebrows and eyes resembled her father's, and there were waves in her dead eyes, but in the end, it was still dead.

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. She was not seeking help from anyone, but simply did not want to stop.

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

In fact, she's been paying attention to this lady since she came into view.

For the experienced Ferrena who has worked in an orphanage all her life, she has seen this situation countless times, often, alone young men, young women, or young people who appear together sneak up. At the gate of the orphanage, he dropped a package and a cardboard box in a panic, then turned around and ran away.

She thought that this lady would do the same thing, but the fact surprised her.

However, this did not make Ferrena feel at ease, but made her even more worried. After thinking for a short time, Ms. Ferrena leaned her broom against the wall and walked out of the orphanage on the slippery ground carefully. door.

"Hi, ma'am—"

Felena shouted to Bellina's back, "Do you need some help?"

Bellina didn't look back. In fact, she was silent in a hopeless and completely dead world, and she couldn't hear anyone's call.


























(End of this chapter)