Chapter 970

"... like, it's really too like, especially the back."

Old Victor sat on the ground in a corner of the hall, holding his empty wine pot in his hand, and stroking it unconsciously.

To tell the truth, he doesn't want to recall the previous conversation now, not at all.

But no matter how he tried to give up thinking, only the figure of sinista still lingered in his mind for a long time.

In fact, old Victor doesn't understand - don't people say that time often dilutes everything? Why has it been so long, but I still can't let go?

Even today, he can still clearly remember the night in Greenwich Park, the extremely rare and beautiful starry sky in "fog capital" London at that time.

Under the shining stars, he met the same young and beautiful Olivia, the innocent girl who almost changed most of his life.

He still remembered that she was wearing an ordinary felt windbreaker and a simple wide brimmed hat, which was no different from the women of that era.

But on the face under the brim of her hat, there was little purity left of the women who had experienced the secular wind and rain.

After old Victor saw the pure face illuminated by the faintly discernible stars... He remembered it all his life without paying attention.

Now think about it, when London was surrounded by fog and fog, he could be bathed in the starlight. Maybe that was the moment when he was exposed to magic for the first time in his life?

"Sleep!"

He stuffed the empty wine pot into his arms, and old Victor was trying to shrink to the floor next to him for another night, and let his sleep clean his uncontrollable thoughts.

But just then, a deliberate light footstep suddenly came from the side door of the hall, which made old Victor subconsciously turn his head and take a look.

Oh, it's the little girl who does things very neatly.

He didn't expect that the other party was looking for him, so he just glanced over there, closed his clothes, fell on the floor and curled up.

But before he closed his eyes, he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Finally, he suddenly had one more foot in front of him.

"Mr. Victor, I have something to tell you about professor sinista."

"Huh?"

Old Victor lay on the ground and didn't move much. He just turned his head a little and looked up.

"What's up?"

It seems that he doesn't care much about his appearance.

In fact, for old Victor, it was over. After leaving that year, Olivia returned to the magic world and spent the rest of her life with a wizard... And it was said to be quite happy.

What else can he say about this old man? After all, it's all over, and it's too late to say anything.

So old Victor can only decide to put down all his insistence so far, and then go back to the Muggle world with his son, silently waiting for the complete end of this boring life.

However, Hermione hurried all the way to old Victor, and naturally she would not give up her ideas because the old man was depressed.

"Professor, she... I mean, Aurora sinista, she's your daughter."

"My daughter?" old Victor was shocked when he heard the speech, but soon shook his head. "Maybe... Well, but forget it... What do you want to say?"

"Say she's your own daughter," Hermione leaned down and said seriously, "I know what you're thinking, but Professor she lied to you - Sirius used to be a classmate with her. He said that the professor had never had a father and grew up with his mother!"

"Mr. Victor, do you understand? Professor sinista has never had a father in the magic world."

"No -"

After hearing Hermione's words, old Victor repeated it in his heart, and then he got up from the ground.

"Zinesta... Yes! Zinesta... Why did she take her mother's last name?" he said abruptly, "that is to say, when she left, she had another child in her stomach?"

After a man muttered excitedly for a while, old Victor finally focused on Hermione.

"Well... Why didn't she come to me later? It's been so long... It's been so long, why..."

Looking at the confused old victor in surprise, Hermione wanted to give him an answer, but she couldn't.

"I don't know," she shook her head slightly. "If you want to know, why don't you go directly to the professor? I think only she can give you this answer."

"Find her... Yes, I have to find her immediately... My daughter, I have another daughter!"

The old man hurriedly wanted to go, but he hurried back without taking a few steps.

"Child, do you know where she is? Please tell me..."

There is no doubt that this is the most polite and polite side Hermione has seen all this time - the old man can say "please"!

"Oh, I think the professor should be..."

As she was talking, she suddenly felt a little inappropriate, so she took the lead in walking in front of old victor.

"She should be on the sixth floor, but it's special at present. You can't make it by yourself... Come with me! I'll call her out for you."

In fact, Hermione was a little nervous when she saw cinnista.

Before, cinnista didn't let old Victor know the truth, but now she stepped in and told the old man the truth.

But now that we have said it, let's just do the "good thing" to the end!

Take old Victor all the way to the fifth floor. On the stairs leading to the sixth floor, Hermione told old Victor to wait at the corner of the stairs first.

"Is there nothing unusual here?"

Here are a group of R.A. members. They are not careless when they see Hermione coming. After giving the password like Hogwarts, Hermione asked about the guards here.

One of them, Hufflepuff, who had graduated from Hogwarts, immediately motioned with his thumb to the stairs.

"Nothing else, but it's a little noisy..."

"What's going on?" Hermione said curiously.

Another partner who stayed here immediately came up and whispered:

"Since about three hours ago, Professor cinnista and little Sarah have been laughing at each other's jokes. Whoever can't help laughing will win."

"Oh! They should find something else to do!" Hermione shook her head reluctantly. "Well, I'll go first. After a while, everyone changes classes and remember to have a good rest."

Then he walked through the group of five and climbed to the sixth floor of San mungo.

As soon as she got to the upstairs, she saw that the Ravenclaw primary school sister named Sarah was sitting beside the refining array with a dull face, facing the xinista dry tunnel opposite:

"Professor, do you know why we haven't had good luck recently?"

But before cinnista could answer, they saw Hermione coming up the stairs.

"Miss Granger, what's wrong with coming so late?"

Xinnista was obviously worried about what happened next. Although Sarah had been watching the formation, she knew there should be no accident, but she also looked at it with xinnista.

"Oh, nothing..."

Hermione hesitated a little, but the feather pen she always held in her hand gave her the strength to go on.

"Well... Actually," she continued, "Professor, I'm sorry... I told old Victor about you without your consent."

"Oh?"

Hinesta's expression did not change as suddenly as Hermione imagined. She was only silent for a while, and soon nodded her head.

"Really... How much did you say?"

"Er, professor?" Hermione said unexpectedly, "you... Don't you blame me? I am..."

But cinnista did not let her finish, but reached out and motioned that she could not say these things.

Hermione paused, then said quietly:

"I told you... Including the fact that you are his own daughter and that you have never had a father. Then, now old Mr. Victor is waiting for you at the corner of the lower stairs..."

After hearing this, cinnista could not help nodding clearly again. Her eyes were full of unspeakable depth.

"I see," she said faintly. "In that case, there's no way."

As he spoke, cinnista got up from her chair and, after nodding hello to Sarah, walked slowly step by step to the stairs behind Hermione.

Her footsteps, as if each step were particularly heavy, like an inexplicable force constantly holding her back.

But just as cinnista passed her, Hermione peeped silently into her face.

She wanted to make sure whether the other party was angry with herself, but who knows, what she saw at this moment was a calm smile.

For a moment, Hermione wanted to stop professor xinnista and ask her why she was smiling. But she opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound in the end.

Hermione breathed out softly until the other party went down with a burst of footsteps.

"Do you know why we haven't had good luck recently?" Sarah suddenly asked again.

"What?"

"Because it's good luck! It won't meet us so unluckily, will it?"

Hermione looked at Sarah blankly and said for a long time:

"What is this? A cold joke?"