I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 42 Extra Story - The Crime of Vincent Robinson

Years later, I was interviewed by the Daily Prophet.

Miss Draco, who has become a famous wizard adventurer, still tells the stories she has told countless people.

That warm Brussels afternoon.

He was wearing a dark blue stand-up coat and was drinking tea outside a smoky Muggle café.

The aroma of coffee is like a rich song, squeezed in the lazy air, and spread into the nostrils of every customer present.

But he was drinking tea.

A cup of clear tea has no additives, flows in the delicate oriental porcelain, and the light cold fragrance is like spring buds piercing the land where miracles were born.

At this time, he raised his head and met my eyes, smiled kindly, and nodded to invite me to sit down.

I panicked, lusted, and begged.

How I wish time could stop at this moment forever.

But - I know that Vincent will never stay here, just like countless years ago, in the Slytherin lounge, in front of the glass that separates the black lake.

He said, 'If the Wizarding Wars were over and he was still alive, he would be an adventurer to the most wonderful places in the world.To witness, to leave his footprints. '

"It's a good trip to New Zealand." He poured me a cup of English black tea, knowing that I don't like the bitter taste.

"It's okay." I said.

God!That's all I could say.

I suddenly thought of my godmother, the sad dean who never put a smile on her face.

To this day, I am so similar to her.

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Vincent seemed very interested in my adventures and kept asking what the scenery from all over the world was like.

We had a lovely, lazy afternoon.

When we parted, I finally couldn't help but speak.

"It's not too late, if you want to make a fresh start, the Malfoys are capable of—" I almost growled.

"No." Vincent showed his trademark sneer.

I know that he is not laughing at me, but at this twisted world.

"But when it comes to changing the name, I hope to change it to a more powerful name next time. The surname Robinson sounds too ordinary."

Although it was early summer, fallen leaves suddenly started to fall on the streets.

Vincent gently pinched Yiye, "Let's go Sanchez!" he said.

"Maybe if I'm not happy that day, I can change my life in another universe."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, as if he felt ridiculous about his childish idea.

"Okay, goodbye, Miss Draco." His expression returned to the dignified look at the beginning.

"You shouldn't get too close to people like me. You have a safer life. Stay away from England. At least for now."

After that, he disappeared that afternoon, and together with him disappeared from my memory, my life, and my world.

And I—I didn't have the courage to stop him from beginning to end.

I regret this to this day.

————“The End of the Order of the Phoenix: The Real Savior Buried in History” Rita Skeeter, 2023, exclusive interview with the Daily Prophet.

(End of this chapter)