[HP] Born to be a pair

Chapter 48

The cold wind blew through the drizzle, penetrated through the cracks of the unclosed window, and hit the face of Renee who closed her eyes and took a nap.

The icy rain awakened her sanity, causing the girl in Chinese clothes curled up on the hard steps to open her trembling eyelids.

How did she fall asleep lying down in the stairwell?

Renee thought in a daze, and suddenly inhaled a cold wind mixed with rain and snow, which caused her to wheeze and cough, almost wanting to spit out her internal organs.

The bursts of coughing seemed to startle the figure not far away, and he closed the book in his hand in a panic, and the leather shoes slid on the ground with a mournful and piercing sound.

Time seemed to have stopped, and under the pale moonlight, this corner looked like a still life of a living person, with a gray tone like an old Muggle photo.

A thick layer of silence enveloped the figure in the darkness. Renee couldn't see his face clearly, but she could accurately perceive the gaze sweeping over her.

"Neville?" Renee guessed his identity based on his figure and breath, and Neville also trembled, appearing from the darkness stiffly as if his hands and feet were poured into cement.

First his black shoes, his tailored trousers, the hem of his frock coat, then the black notepad he clutched tightly in his hand—Renee's heart began to pound in her chest—and his face. and the expression on the face.

Renee had never seen such an expression of panic and despair appearing on Neville's face. His blue eyes, which were as blue as the sky, were empty and lifeless at this moment, and his lips were murmuring, but he couldn't say anything, as if his soul had been crushed. Like hollowed out.

"……finished?"

Neville's thoughtless words were as resounding and frightening as the trumpets of the doomsday judgment. She smiled weakly, but her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"End of what?" Renee asked seemingly inadvertently, and slowly climbed up from the cold stairs, her throat was itchy from the cold of her hands and chest.

"Your games, your impulsiveness, and everything you pass the time with!" His emotions suddenly boiled over, and he gritted his teeth every single word, and an uncontrollable anger and hatred flashed in his eyes, like a head Enraged lion.

Renee couldn't hide herself anymore, his answer said it all - Neville read that notebook!

The last bit of alcohol interference also evaporated in his sharp, sharp eyes. She wanted to regain the initiative from the furious Neville, but she couldn't stop the guilt and guilt from her heart.

"You—you promised I wouldn't read it," she said weakly.

Neville still stared at her coldly, even the hanging portraits ooze suspicion.

"It was the wind that blew the paper," he said restrainedly, the veins on his forehead swelled out with his heavy panting, "I happened to see one of the pages, my name, hobbies, places I used to hang out...all of them on top."

Renee knew he wouldn't just read a page, and things seemed to be getting to the point of no return, but she still wanted to fight to the death: "I can explain, if you're willing to listen."

"I think it's best not to have to!" The muscles on Neville's face kept trembling in anger, "Because my 'discrimination is astonishingly low, it seems like nothingness', so I won't try to distinguish every word you say —Whether it’s the truth or a lie.”

There was another gust of cold wind, and Renee looked at him as if the face was a ruin.Neville had branded all their feelings as a hateful lie.

Although Renee knew that she already had deep love for him, but now this person who was affected by love has fallen into the sensory world of falsehood and hatred, even if she sighed, it would only be regarded as hypocrisy.

Their quarrel was the same as the ordinary conversations in the past. Renee was too calm and Neville was too restrained, but what spread under the quiet and tense atmosphere was the broken trust and broken rationality of each other.

"What exactly do you want from us?" Neville's voice suddenly became very loud, and suddenly detonated the fuse in the void, "Money? Love? Or watching these stupid boys being played/made dizzy by you A sense of accomplishment?"

"I don't want anything," Renee said in a soft voice. "I admit that the purpose at the beginning was not pure, and my views are too one-sided and too extreme-but this does not mean that I am a person without any feelings. Everyone, Including you, I respect you and like you—"

"Have you lied to yourself now? Heartless people, talk to me about what feelings are - you don't take others seriously! You are just selfish -"

A thunderbolt exploded, and the pale lightning illuminated Renee's bleak face, her eyes widened in disbelief, and the sockets of her eyes immediately turned red.

Neville was also awakened by the thunder, and was disturbed by the rude and excessive words just blurted out, but the sharp corner of the notepad stabbed his palm hard, and the pain made him more awake and painful.

So he gritted his back molars, feeling the rage licking his insides, burning all sanity and memory, and tossing him between two impulsive thoughts—to run away immediately or to hurt Renee.

"Please... I have reasons why I have to..."

The way she cried reminded Neville of their first meeting - a pure deceit and use, which made his heart more firm as a stone, and now every tear she shed was a well-planned opportunity .

"You don't have to force yourself to like me anymore!" Navyan threw the open notepad on her feet and roared, "It's over! It's over! You—you go back to your Ravenclaw, Let me go please!"

His whole body was shaking, and his hysterical roar seemed to tear his throat.

Renee didn't cry, but shed tears silently. Seeing him stepping back a few steps as if he was about to leave, she pounced on him to stop him: "I tell you—I tell you everything—you don't know! You are mine! Life!"

"I didn't know anything before! But I know everything now!" Neville growled in disgust, and he tried to swipe that beautiful arm away, but pushed her staggeringly with one hand.

The platform at the edge of the stairs was not suitable for stumbling, Renee stepped on the air with one foot and slammed into the handrail hard, screaming into the air.

Neville subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab her, but his fingertips only touched the corner of the dark blue skirt, and then there was a terrifying collision and wailing sound.

Renee, who had never cried even after being cursed by the Death Eaters, was screaming like she was being amputated in pain.Her cheek hit the ground, and her chest and abdomen were pressed against the cold ground, but in the next second, she soared into the air, like a transparent sphere under her body, supporting her stiffly.

Neville's face turned pale with fright, and he scrambled and ran from the top of the platform to Renee, who was crying and panting.He wanted to pull down the person suspended in mid-air, but the invisible sphere seemed to be tightly stuck to Renee's belly, no matter where it was pulled, it would follow it like a shadow.

"—what is this?!" Renee yelled in horror, "Neville! Help me!"

He is working hard!Hold your breath and concentrate just like looking for the invisible book just now, trying to find the suspended invisible sphere supporting Renee.

But Neville soon realized that it was futile, because countless streaks of dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the upper body of her dress, which was more eye-catching than dozens of glowing wands put together, even the people in the portrait couldn't help but Let out a cry of surprise, complaining again and again that this is comparable to the light of noon.

With a stabbing sound, the flannel fabric on Renee's belly was pulled and torn, and a golden pocket watch floated in the air with an unusually fast ticking sound.

Neville blinked his pantothenic eyes desperately, his terrified pupils were bloodshot all around - that pocket watch was the origin of this strange light!

He immediately grabbed Renee's frantically flailing arms, trying to pull her away from the dangerous area.

But as the hands of the pocket watch turned faster and faster, the hourglass timer above also began to toss up and down crazily.The expansion speed of the white light was even more astonishing, completely enveloping the two of them in the dazzling light in just a few seconds.

The pointer spun wildly again, and ran around the time scale for countless times. Renee felt a suction force from the light source, and opened her mouth like an abyss, eagerly waiting for something——

"Do not--"

Finally, when the last piece of dark blue cloth disappeared into the air for no reason, the pocket watch that caused the commotion disappeared -- Renee and Neville also disappeared.

Under a thin and pale sickle moon, a lone star floated in the rain and snow, and the wind blew the rain and snow pattering against the window, and the still-awake portrait suddenly burst into screams and cries.

Someone ran, shuttled among the different portraits, and shouted loudly: "Students have disappeared! They have disappeared!"

But all this they did not hear.In fact, Renee seemed to be deaf now. She saw Neville yelling something in horror, but she only felt that the two of them were holding hands as if they were flying very fast in an unfamiliar space.

Blurry colors and shapes flickered from the corners of her eyes, and a sharp buzzing sound exploded in Renee's ears. The ringing in her ears made her look pained, and so did Neville.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two people holding hands and floating in the air suddenly felt the gravity of the earth, and fell firmly on the muddy street.

"Ouch—"

Renee felt pain all over her body. After rolling down the stairs, she fell to the ground from mid-air. It would be strange if she wasn't covered in bruises. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let go of her tightly held hands with Neville.

"This—where is this?" Neville seemed to have no time to care about her shaking hands, and was staring at the crowds on the street and the twilight clouds in the sky, "This is not Hogwarts! We are Where was it sent?"

It was a gloomy summer day, and a thick white fog enveloped the streets of London heavily. Groups of pedestrians hurried past them, seemingly not even noticing that there were two strangely dressed people lying on the ground.

There are old-fashioned cars driving slowly on the driveway, and those pedestrians with plain faces and umbrellas in their arms are all wearing bright old clothes from the 70s.

Several powerful motorcycles roared past the corner of the street, leaving deep drifting ruts on the concrete road. The sound of slamming the accelerator caused the unruly crowd to burst into laughter, and at the same time made Renee goosebumps all over pimple.

"Here! This is—" Her mind went blank, she could hardly care about her long skirt and her aches, and she couldn't remember Neville following behind her.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and walked through the streets and alleys of London like crazy. The barking of dogs, the song of blackbirds, and the piercing chirping of cicadas couldn't stop her, and she didn't even care about Neville's call.

The last corner is behind two huge old spruce trees. The nearby bushes are densely planted and the trees grow very tall, blocking the whole row of gray brick and granite blocks behind.

Renee stared straight at the first house in the community, and walked along the tree-lined road. The ground was covered with spruce needles, and her feet were a little slippery when walking.

Neville followed her silently, and such a sudden accident interrupted their original quarrel - neither of them was stupid, and Neville firmly believed that under the pressure from outside, they could only temporarily truce.

As they got closer to the house with the attic, Neville's doubts grew deeper and deeper. He opened his mouth and decided to ask, "Where are you going?"

Renee didn't answer, she stared intently at the window near the street, where a graceful figure of a woman appeared, walking up and down the unlit room.

"Who is that?" Neville asked again.

"That's..." Renee replied in an ethereal voice, "That's my mother."

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