Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"Mom, who are they?"

"It's British."

"Are they bad?"

"No, I don't think so ... maybe."

"So ... if they are not bad people, why did they take away our neighbor's home? Bernard, Leroy, Durand ... they are all gone."

"It's not like that. Someone just bought their home and loaned it to these British people who lost their home ..."

At the edge of the block where the asylum seekers settled, a little girl took her mother's hand and stood at the door of the house, staring blankly at the gradually quiet street.

She didn't quite understand what mother said, because in her impression, something like "home" should always be there. Even if she goes to a small park in the "distance" every day, when the time is up, she can always go home and eat hot vegetable stew with her mother.

unless……

"Oh, so, did someone steal their home?"

What has been "borrowed" and taken away can be returned, but what is "robbed" and taken away is likely to never be returned-she still knows this.

Because, before, she had a rubber ball snatched by the bad boy Diboa in this area. She was crying for a while while sitting on the ground!

The little girl pouted her mouth, thinking hard with her little confused head, and thought that she could understand the meaning of "lost home".

It was then that she was suddenly attracted by a figure approaching slowly from a distance in the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they saw each other seemed to be serious, so they did not speak, just watching the figure walked slowly in front of them.

It wasn't until the other person passed in front of them that the little girl looked up at her mother ignorantly.

"Mom ... then," she asked softly, curiously, "was that pretty sister taken away from her house?"

The voice fell a little bit, and her mother hadn't answered yet, and found that the beautiful young girl who hadn't gone far suddenly stopped, apparently hearing the words said by her daughter.

"Sorry, miss ... my daughter is not malicious ..."

"I know, it doesn't matter."

I saw that back turned lightly, and responded to the little girl's mother softly in fluent French. Then I saw her step by step.

That's right, this young girl who looks extraordinarily beautiful and delicate is the Delphi who walked alone on the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

While the girl's mother was talking like this, she suddenly realized that the French spoken by this pretty girl was not authentic at all, and seemed to have a Parisian accent.

In other words ... she probably wasn't with the group of British people, she just happened to pass by.

However, the young mother didn't know that Delphi was actually surprised at the moment-her memory was given by Maca, but Maca herself only knew a little about French.

And just now, she almost subconsciously responded in French, and she spoke fluently many times.

In this way, when Delphi again looked at the memories in her mind ... she suddenly felt that the language spoken in her childhood memories seemed more French.

"No, there must be something wrong ... but why?"

It is undoubtedly ambiguous to remember such things. When you think back to something you have experienced, the picture and the process are the focus, and the discourse often only stays on the general content.

If it weren't for this inadvertent opening, she would hardly find out.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphi smiled slightly reluctantly, and then, already very strong, she decided to put aside this creepy question for the time being.

"Is this your house? Very beautiful bonsai."

She looked at the row of flowers and plants that were placed by the wall, and the lush was mixed with a variety of colorful potted plants, reminding her of Willie, who had long silver hair in her memory and often smiled at herself sister.

"Thank you! I planted it with my mother!"

This time the little girl rushed to speak without waiting for her mother to speak.

"Really?" Delphi heard, squatting down in front of her, stroking her silky hair, "It's amazing ..."

As she was talking, she suddenly thought about it, and then continued:

"Did you just say that my home was also stolen? You are wrong! My home has always been--or, as long as there is a dad, it is my home."

"Then ... and mother?"

When the little girl's mother heard her daughter say this, she suddenly regretted taking her daughter out to bask in the sun.

Fortunately, Delphi did not feel any discomfort with this.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite calmly. "If I had to say it, I have a group of big sisters who have grown up with me since childhood. They are very, very good to me-maybe better than mothers."

"Oh, oh-"

"That must be some good people."

The mother of the little girl seemed to be worried that her daughter would say something like "Mom is the best." I will definitely feel very happy.

"Yes, they are all very kind people."

Delphi nodded seriously after hearing this, then gently retracted the hand on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Ma'am, rest assured! There are also many nice, brave and very kind people who come here to live ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I think you will get along with them very much.

With that said, Delphi and the mother-daughter said a little about each other, and then they wanted to turn and leave. It was also at this moment that the little girl heard:

"Pretty sister, are you leaving? Where are you going?"

Delphi turned back slightly, and suddenly smiled:

"Nowhere to go, go home."

By the way, she was walking along the street step by step to the distance just as before, but she had already changed direction. Before long, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear at the corner of the street when she came.

"Mom, that sister just said that where Dad is is home; but she later said that she has a group of very good sisters ... So, where is her home?"

Her mother listened to her daughter's question for a moment, then stood quietly:

"I don't know, maybe ... it's Paris!"