[HP] Born to be a pair

Chapter 53

Through a thin solid wood cabinet door, Renee witnessed the truth about the death of her mother, Amelia Shafik.

A gust of cold wind squeezed into the finger-wide gap with loneliness and sorrow, and her cheeks, which had become stiff with dried tears, were chapped in the wind, and it hurt a little bit.

Before Greg Hawke could react, Abigail Shafik, who had turned from desperate wailing to sobbing, got ahead.

She knocked him out with a Stunning Charm, then reacted so quickly that the cake, intact, floated down next to the cupboard where Renee and Neville were hiding.

Neville couldn't help gripping Renee's wrist nervously, but Renee didn't respond.

Then, Abigail wiped away the tears and snot on her cheeks with the cuff of her velvet robe, and dragged Amelia to the stove, keeping as far away as possible from little Renee who was still making unknown noises.

The street lights outside the window stopped flickering, and finally the darkness of Primrose Lane was completely restored after the crisp crackling sound.

There was no light from any of the nearby windows, only the faintest gleam of light from the outside lights on the porch near the gate, faint ghosts of light about to go out.

The room was cold, dusty, and had an air of exhaustion and desperation.

At the end of the street, there were a few more crackling sounds, and Renee suddenly raised her head, ignoring that Abigail was not far away, and raised her wand to cast the Disillusionment Charm on the two of them again.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and Abigail turned her head and stared outside the kitchen archway somewhat unexpectedly.

The door was pushed open again, but it was not opened silently like before. The metal parts connecting the door frame groaned sadly, and several wizards in dark robes broke into the tragic house.

"Merlin!" one of the leading wizards sighed in shock, "What happened here?"

Several other wizards raised their wands at the same time with cold faces, and yelled at Abigail who was standing next to the corpse: "Throw away your wand! Put your hands up and put them where we can see them!"

Abigail opened her mouth, as if about to say something.But her reluctant eyes touched Amelia's body, little Renee clinging to the fence, and Hawk unconscious.

Two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks, and when the wizards warned again, she threw away the wand in her hand without hesitation.

The wand rolled over the uneven brick floor and rolled straight out of the cupboard where Renee and Neville were.

The slow, slow roll, including everything that happens after the wand, also seems to be dragged out.

Several wizards simultaneously controlled Abigail, who did not resist, and took her away as the "Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team".

The rest inspected Amelia and Greg - a corpse and a still breathing Muggle - and from behind them stood a wizard from Amnestics Command.

"Don't worry, I'll make this Muggle forget everything about magic." He said earnestly, and with the leader's wizard nodding his approval, he dragged Greg to another room.

"Check the whole house," said the lead wizard to the others.

"What about this child?" A black-haired wizard who was teasing little Renee in his arms asked, "Does she need to be erased?"

"Check the memory, and test her reaction again, and if necessary, ask Stone to take her there too."

Renee suddenly had the urge to retch, and she watched her young self lying innocently and stupidly in the arms of the wizard.

She didn't seem to be afraid of this person, but she didn't know that he was invading the ocean of her memory unscrupulously, carefully checking every detail and corner like stirring a pot of potion.

"Oh, look!" said one of the wizards closest to them, smacking his lips regretfully, in a voice that was faintly familiar to Renee.

"It's still the couple's anniversary...the cake says 'You were made for each other'."

In an instant, it was as if a big sweaty hand tightly pinched Renee's heart, making her almost unable to breathe. The trembling hand couldn't grasp the wand, and the icy wand suddenly fell from the edge of her fingers. go down.

With a slight snap, Neville took the wand firmly, and the slight sound was masked by the coughing outside the cabinet door.

Renee suddenly turned her head in the narrow area, and for the first time looked at him with scrutiny.

"Ah, what a waste of time," the dark-haired wizard complained, putting the crying little Renee back into the playpen, "She only remembers some messy names, and the rest of the memory is messed up-babies can remember What?"

"Okay, the Muggle will wake up in 10 minutes, and his memory will stay at the moment before entering the door." The wizard named Stone returned to the room, "We should leave."

In this starless and dense darkness, this group of hurried Ministry of Magic staff escorted away a witch who was suspected of killing Muggles.

Leaving behind a one-year-old baby lying in a blanket waiting to be fed, a cold corpse that could no longer feed the child, and a Muggle unconscious and memoryless.

The door of the cupboard, which was half open and closed for a whole dark scene, was pushed open, and Renee with a calm expression came out of it, followed by Neville with a complicated face.

He wanted to give Renee his wand back, and give him as much comfort as he could.But she just quietly took her wand away from him, and her eyes were fixed on the mother who was lying quietly near the stove.

"Now I can understand why he hates me." Renee turned her head again, looking through the kitchen window at Old Hawk lying in the dim light. "This scene really looks like she walked into the kitchen for the hungry children." , but an accident happened.”

"What?" Neville said in surprise, "No, you can't think like that... He, he's your father, how could he hate you?"

Renee shrugged her shoulders noncommittally, not acting like someone who had just seen her mother die, her aunt arrested, and her father unconscious.

She moved away from the window, and the darkness gradually invaded. The night seemed to be some kind of permeable substance, which could penetrate her skin and then penetrate into her stomach, blood vessels and heart.

The two fell silent at the same time, and Neville thought he shouldn't interrupt Renee's thoughts at this time, while Renee's thoughts were confused, hovering between old family matters and re-evaluating Neville's thoughts.

They went outside with the cake box and placed it gently beside the unconscious Greg Hawke; then they went back inside, intending to feed the hungry little Renee some milk before leaving.

After traveling for a while, the flannel dress on Renee's body was already in tatters, and the gravel, dust, and mud spots ruined the whole dress like a gangrene.

She walked towards the clean little Renee filthily, wanting to cuddle her in her arms, nod her little nose, and pinch her cheeks that were still rich at this time.

But as Renee approached, little Renee's cries became louder and more terrified. She walked a few steps for no apparent reason, but saw the time switch on Little Renee's chest began to glow again.

No, not only the piece on Little Renee's chest, but also the piece that Renee was wearing around her neck also began to emit abnormal temperature and light.

Things seemed to happen at that moment, the two beams of light suddenly expanded, dispelled the darkness in the room, and merged together.

Neville's terrified cry sounded, and Renee felt that he was tugging at the corner of her skirt, but the two time-transverters seemed to have their own consciousness, and even Renee and Little Renee were like magnets. Controlled approach.

And when the two pocket watches were getting closer and closer, the one in front of Renee seemed unable to bear such power and calling.

The second, minute, and hour hands all began to rotate crazily—it was hard to tell whether it was clockwise or counterclockwise—and as the hands scrambled, there was an overwhelmed tiny crack and a faint flame from the golden pocket watch.

"Renee!" Neville screamed and rushed forward, pulled out a dagger from the shapeshifting lizard leather pouch around his neck, and cut off the flimsy gold chain.

Renee fell to the ground hard, and he rushed to the place where the two white lights originated—is he crazy?she thought dully.

Her eyes widened, and she saw that Neville was running toward her with sweat dripping on his forehead, his face flushed protecting the crying little Renee in his arms.

Once again, this heroic action was slowed down, and the center of the white light also burst into flames, and finally, not far from Neville-exploded.

A fiery wave swept over Renee, accompanied by earth-shattering bangs, billowing thick smoke instantly enveloped the kitchen.

Neville was blown away by the impact behind him, he desperately threw little Renee into Renee's arms, but he slammed his head against the wall like a kite with a broken string, making a heavy muffled sound, and suddenly fainted past.

There was another violent explosion—this time from the kettle near the stove, and fragments rained down on the arms and cheeks of Renee, who was protecting the baby.

And amidst the billowing smoke, a violent cough sounded, and a tall and slender figure slowly stood up—as if appearing out of nowhere, Renee didn't even know where he came out of.

But the moment the smoke dissipated, Renee's eyes widened, fixedly staring at the wrinkled old face. He had gray hair, pale gray skin and sharp eyes.

——It's old Shafik!Her nominal grandfather!

This uncontrollable hatred was like an out-of-control flame, and once again swallowed Renee's calm and calmness.

Surprisingly, the thought in her mind at this time had nothing to do with spells or wands, but something more pure - kill him!Cut his throat!Crush his bones!

"Cough cough cough... Where is this..." Old Shafik squinted his eyes, covered his mouth and nose and said to himself, "Oh! It seems to be the dirty lair of that little bastard..."

Immediately, his memory seemed to come back to his mind, and he became furious instantly. He waved his arms, trying to dispel the fog, and still yelled: "Abigail! Abigail Shafiq! You bitch...damn you bastard! How dare you cast a spell on me—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light sank into the old Shafik's chest, his angry expression was still on his face, but his mouth was opened wide, and he was exhaling "hohoho", like a dilapidated old bellows.

His thin body fell backward heavily wearing the exquisite and elegant robe, smashing the small round table used for simple meals, and the broken wood left scars on his back, but he couldn't do anything about it reacted.

Now, the two bodies were lying parallel on the ground, the old Shafik's face was facing Amelia, but Amelia's face was hidden under that beautiful blond hair.

"Go to hell, old bastard."

Renee stepped on his palm contemptuously and walked over. In the darkened room, she put little Renee, who had also calmed down, back into the playpen.

The author has something to say:

There haven't been too many comments in the past two days, hey, is it because the treasures don't like this plot?

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Tonight, I suddenly found that the finished article next door has a one star, and nothing else is just a full stop... a little sad...