6. The Silent War

"Oh, no, dear old friend, everyone knows that the Daily Prophet is under the control of the Ministry of Magic, but with you there, at least those officials won't spout nonsense. With you around, we can at least consider this newspaper somewhat credible" Grandmother urged earnestly

Holding a soft cup and burrowing into the blankets is truly comfortable! Over the past few years, the life in the Green family has completely turned Little Lin into a sloth, a lazy bug, and a bookworm. ... Originally, I thought that without the internet, without game consoles, without television, and without DVDs ... these things that Lin loved the most in her previous life, Abby would develop good living habits.

She wanted to say, "Grandmother, do not be sad. That family's good days will not last long. As long as you are healthy and live a long life, you will surely be able to see a good show"—but upon thinking of the little boy's eventual fate, as well as how that family ultimately devolved into a tragic family drama, she shook her head and decided not to take pleasure in their misfortune

Here, Abby solemnly introduces the Crouch family, located to the southwest of Green Manor. Every time grandmother mentions that family of three, she grits her teeth in anger. Mrs. Crouch is a kind woman and gets along very well with them, but the man of that family is truly detestable, always walking around with his nose in the air, frequently saying, "Our little Barty could perform this level of spell at such a young age," and so on. In her anger, grandmother attributes this to the von Beekman family—surely their bloodline is terribly inferior.

... No, we are aware of this news, many people know it, Dumbledore knows it too. Although it cannot be published in the newspapers, that brave young man did not die in vain. We all know, old friend, do not be sad. It is because of you that there are such brave children.

Abby recalled the conversation she had overheard last night

Abby had seen that little boy, who looked completely different from his father. He was very small and frail. That day, he was drawn to the garden of the Green family, leaning against the long wisteria fence, staring blankly at a little bird, and then smiling foolishly, while Abby stood by the bed on the second floor

Be discreet, grandfather, be discreet; this is indeed a perilous time

The gentle sound of "pat, pat" should be Grandfather patting his shoulder

After finishing the black tea, I felt a surge of energy, wriggling like a silkworm as I got up and stood in front of the mirror. Holding a comb, I absentmindedly ran it through my hair. My silver hair had grown longer, curling thickly around me. With each stroke of the comb, I found it impossible to reach the ends; after a few attempts, I felt truly frustrated. I set the comb down and sat on the floor, the soft carpet feeling very comfortable.

Miranda Goshawk is the author of "Standard Spells"

A sudden thought of a line from a poem: The mountain rain is about to come, the wind fills the building

However, the fact is that a cow brought to Beijing is still a cow; if it was lazy in its past life, it remains so in this life

Abby really likes this adorable old man, but today feels a bit strange. Although the dining table is quite pleasant, Abby can clearly sense that the atmosphere is not quite right

When Harry Potter was 11 years old, Abby vaguely remembered that he was born in 1980, so through some basic calculations, it can be concluded that around 1970, Voldemort began to make his presence known.

Abby took a hair accessory from a vanity box in her room. This small item consists of two separate little butterflies, which are connected by a rubber band. At first glance, it appears to be a hair ornament. However, in reality, it is a listening device

Gulping down a couple of sips, I sighed—this is truly delicious, such happiness. Days like this are quite nice; if it weren't for Voldemort, I could simply stop learning magic altogether

Last night, my grandfather's old friend, Mr. Goshak, the editor-in-chief of the "Prophet Daily," came for dinner. Every time he visits, he brings a large box of candies for Abby. This time, he brought delicious cookies, which must be a result of my grandmother complaining to him about Abby's cavities.

Suddenly, the little butterfly in hand fluttered its wings, "I found it," Abby exclaimed with joy, hurriedly bringing her ear closer, and a clear voice emanated from the head of the little butterfly

Abby, with her eyes closed, reached out a hand and groped under the pillow, pulling out a somewhat worn wand—this was Edward Green's from his lifetime. Three years ago, after she successfully cast the "Levitation Charm" for the first time, her grandfather solemnly gave it to her, saying it was for her to use for now, and that he would buy her a new one when she turned 11

It is evident that Dr. Dupont's eloquence in medicine has always been able to satisfy them.

"Mr. Goshak, it is also a pleasure to meet you. May I ask, um, are you related to Miranda Goshak?" Abby inquired, a question she had hesitated to ask when they were not well acquainted.

This year is 1970

Abby still remembers when Hagrid was imparting knowledge about the wizarding world to young Harry, he mentioned a phrase: "About twenty years ago, there was a very evil wizard ... ... " and so on

Abby now understands why Edward Green gave his daughter such a pretentious long name; this family is truly full of the "love to show off" factor

Doctor Dupont is the esteemed physician who was in San Mango at that time. Ever since Abby recovered, the old Green couple has regarded him as their savior. Even now, whenever Abby has a problem, they seek his assistance.

Unexpectedly, grandfather fully supported grandmother's peacock-like behavior, even stating emphatically: "Discussing children is a parent's hobby, and showing off children is a parent's inherent right... This is something that even Merlin cannot take away..."

Thank you all, I am very pleased that you hold me in such high regard, but you are overestimating me... Recently, the events that have occurred are beyond my control...

I am truly disheartened; if I cannot be a conscientious journalist, I would rather not be one at all. Mr. Goshak's voice carried a tone of great fatigue

Since I became the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, I have hoped to run a newspaper that people can trust, rather than a mere mouthpiece for the Ministry of Magic, writing whatever the Ministry wants people to know... Mr. Goshak raised his voice, as if pounding the table: "No matter how difficult it may be, I hope to persevere. I have gathered a group of idealistic and ambitious young people who share my vision, hoping to make our wizarding world more perfect, more transparent, where everything can be openly discussed. But... but..." He choked up, unable to continue. It was as if he were pounding the table: "No matter how difficult it may be, I hope to persevere. I have gathered a group of idealistic and ambitious young people who share my vision, hoping to make our wizarding world more perfect, more transparent, where everything can be openly discussed. But... but..." He choked up, unable to continue.

Hello, lovely little girl, I am truly delighted to see you again. Do you know? I have heard your grandfather speak of you more than once during these days! You are his pride!" Mr. Goshak said, shaking his head.

... ... That child. ... ... So young, so talented, ... ... I can't believe that he risked his life to bring me this information, ... ... sacrificing his life to hand it over to me, yet I, I ... ... Oh, Merlin, I am a coward. He did this because he believed in me; he believed that his sacrifice was worthwhile, but... ... but ... ... Oh, I am not worthy of his trust. ... ... Oh, Merlin, I am a coward. He did this because he believed in me; he believed that his sacrifice was worthwhile, but... ... but ... ... Oh, I am not worthy of his trust. ... ...

... ...

During that period, my grandmother finally felt proud and particularly enjoyed taking the pastries made by Bonnie to visit friends and neighbors. She would then "casually" mention, "My little granddaughter has learned something new today," and so on, happily receiving the audience's exclamations of admiration, "Wow, your little Abby must be a genius, so filial, and so good-looking. Mrs. Green, you are truly blessed..."

"Why, Goshak, you were doing so well at the Daily Prophet, why retire early?" It was my grandfather's voice, sounding somewhat strange.

After dinner, grandmother immediately sent her upstairs, saying that the adults had matters to discuss, and then closed the study door, leaving the three of them murmuring inside.

Moreover, why get up so early when there is no need to attend kindergarten or primary school

Then she stood up, positioned herself by the window, and let the cool breeze of the evening blow over her. A wave of chill swept through her, and Abby shivered slightly.

Abby gently tapped one of the small butterflies in her hair accessory with her wand, and then the small butterfly flapped its wings and flew up. Abby quickly opened the window to let the butterfly fly out. At that moment, the rubber band between the two butterflies began to stretch longer and longer. Abby held the other small butterfly in her hand, crouching quietly by the window, waiting.

Abby heard Mr. Goshak begin to cry softly, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness in her heart

In this regard, Catherine is tireless, while Abby is dizzy

As soon as Abby heard this, she immediately tapped the little butterfly with her wand and softly recited a spell, causing another little butterfly to flutter back in a slight tremor from the window outside. Abby gathered the elongated rubber band.

The conversations from the study came in succession, sometimes clear, sometimes vague, indicating that the wind had begun to rise outside

This little thing was just made by Abby last month, inspired by Wesley's twin brothers, and it unexpectedly came in handy now

"Black tea is here!" Abby waved her outstretched arm, and a cup of warm black tea that was on the coffee table arrived in her hand—thank you, Bonnie, I love you

... that person... self-proclaimed Voldemort... too powerful, never... from the forests of Albania... there has already been panic... everyone knows he will definitely return, absolutely!!!... Mr. Goshak began to speak unclearly, having had too much to drink

"Catherine, please close the window, the wind has picked up," said grandfather

I have been studying magic for four years. At the beginning, due to the language barrier, my learning progress was extremely slow. It took me dozens of repetitions to master a single spell, and I needed to explain a potion five times before I could understand its functions and effects. As for recognizing it, that required even more time. During that period, my grandfather was almost in despair, and the neighbors around us were gossiping, saying that the child from the Green family was probably a "dud" or, at best, a fool. Although he looked quite good, what a pity.

"Oh, it seems our little girl has started practicing spells. Yes, little bean sprout, she is a distant aunt of mine..." Mr. Goshak said, gently patting Abby's head with affection, "But, dear, your primary task now should be to eat a bit more, to grow strong, so that the old man at your home can stop tormenting poor Dr. Dupont once a month."

... ... this cannot be blamed on you ... ..." A clear sound of glass rang out, as grandfather must have opened the bottle of wine. "Here, pure whiskey." He gently clinked the glasses.

Yes, Catherine is right, and I agree as well

After a full six months, Abby finally became accustomed to the grammar of foreign languages and the language of magic, making learning significantly easier. Although it cannot be said that she made rapid progress, it is certainly impressive. Consequently, the gossip among the neighbors changed again, "The little fool from the Green family has finally woken up."

At this moment, the wind outside began to pick up, its sound intermittent.

At this moment, none of the three people in the study noticed that a small butterfly was resting outside the slightly open window of the study

On a beautiful morning, Abby rolled over in her bed, struggling to get up. She stretched, stood up, glanced at the time, and saw that it was perfect, exactly 7:00—so she decided to crawl back into bed for a little more sleep