P.S.: Because I made a time mistake in the previous chapter, I readjusted the years. The missing fifty years were changed to missing thirty-six years. No other changes have been made. Thanks.
P.S.: It's been two years since Anna emerged from the ice, so it's now thirty-eight years ago.
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Anna is truly just a little girl, and her actions are still at a child's level.
"Oh no! How are we going to get into the manor to see Mother?" she said with a bitter face. "Even though the castle isn't enchanted now, my father is a powerful wizard, and there are many house-elves in the manor. They'll find us!"
"Haha," Anton laughed. "I thought you were well prepared. Turns out you didn't even have a plan for the first step. You just came here without a plan?"
Anna gently punched Anton, gathered her skirt, and squatted on the street, looking at the people passing by with a melancholic and hopeless blankness.
A hand gently reached out in front of her.
She looked up to see Anton's brilliant smile.
"So, my lovely little princess, are you interested in experiencing the experience of turning into a bird and flying through the sky?"
Anna's eyes lit up.
She gently placed her hand on Anton's, and he pulled her to her feet.
They reached a dim corner of the street. A flash of magical light distorted their vision, making everything seem vastly larger.
Anton's bird came bounding over and pecked Anna's head gently.
The two plump birds frolicked for a moment before flapping their wings and soaring into the sky.
The chameleon windbirds, while this potion might sound like animals, are actually a cluster of invisible spores capable of controlling the wind, effectively classifying them as plants.
They are nimble and agile, but that's about it.
Compared to the wizarding world's owls, their long-distance migration is comparable to a snail's pace.
The two birds perched on the roofs of cars, on the backs of bicycles, on the tails of skateboards, and above pedestrians. They circled like this, constantly changing their modes of transportation, until they finally arrived at the Flower Manor.
Anton finally understood why it was called the Flower Manor.
Looking down the hillside, a European-style castle was practically surrounded by countless flowers, even its walls covered in blossoms.
In the most vibrant spot, a small wooden cabin stood.
Anna and Anton appeared. They quietly approached a window, leaning against the wall, Anna nervously clutching the hem of her skirt.
Anton gave her an encouraging look, and she took a few deep breaths, turned, and pried open the window, peeking out a tiny head.
Then, another head appeared beside her.
They peered curiously into the room.
It was quiet. There was an intricately carved and gilded dressing table and wardrobe, and a rainforest painting hung on the wall.
In the center, a large bed with tall Roman columns stood. Canvas curtains cascaded from the ceiling, parting at the pillars. A wind chime made of shells hung in the center, emitting crisp music in the breeze.
Next to the large bed was a smaller princess-sized bed, where a little girl, about six years old, slept soundly.
"It's you," Anton observed with interest.
"Yeah," Anna nodded softly, her gaze lingering around the room, perhaps lost in fond memories.
Not long after, footsteps reached her in the distance. Anton quickly grabbed Anna and transformed himself into a bird again.
The two of them leaped onto the windowsill, anticipating the arrival of Anna's mother.
"I shouldn't have given birth to her!" A beautiful, dark-haired, Oriental woman entered, her eyes filled with sorrow. She turned once again to look at the man behind her. "I shouldn't have given birth to her. This was a mistake!"
Anna staggered, nearly falling off the windowsill.
Anton quickly flew up and grabbed her, flying outside. The intense emotion weakened the rudimentary spell. The two appeared beneath the window.
Anna huddled against the window, her face pale and filled with disbelief. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming from her eyes as she shook her head through clenched teeth.
Anton sighed silently and gently grasped her hand.
Memories are like that sometimes, slowly changing with time. Some things you thought were vivid are nothing more than images reconstructed through repeated imagination.
But…
Anton frowned, feeling that Anna's mother looked familiar, as if he'd seen her somewhere before.
"Nana, no." It was Mr. Rosier's voice, Anton remembered. It lacked that mature, magnetic quality, but instead had a more romantic, almost poetic quality.
"This is the fruit of our love, the continuation of our lives."
Anton quietly peeked out, only to see Rosier gently hugging his wife from behind. A moment later, Anna also peeked out, her eyes filled with sorrow as she gazed at her mother.
Anna's mother leaned her head against Rosier's arms, crying sadly, her voice low and suppressed, "No, Andre, you shouldn't have given birth to this child, you shouldn't have given birth to this child!"
Rosier squatted down gently, holding her thin shoulders with both hands, "Nana, let's go find Pedro, okay, let's go find him and solve it."
Nana was obviously emotional, her face full of deep hatred, gritting her teeth, "I never, ever want to see him again!"
Rosier still insisted, gently wiping his wife's tears, his deep blue eyes looking at her affectionately, "For you, and for Anna, okay?"
Nana hesitated, staring at Rosier blankly, "For Anna?"
Rosier nodded vigorously, "He invented the blood curse, and he was the one who cast the curse on your mother. Find him and let him lift the curse! Don't let this vicious curse continue through the bloodline from generation to generation!"
"Yes!" Nana's eyes became firm, "Let this bastard lift Anna's curse, she can't continue my tragedy!"
Rosier pursed his lips and shook his head, "He is a dangerous man, we can't take such a risk, the two of us will go find him first. Just the two of us, okay?"
Nana looked at Rosier with a pale face, and finally nodded. She stroked her daughter's face with a sad face.
Rosier called the house elves and told them to prepare the carriage.
Soon, the couple walked out, and Anna stared at their backs blankly, "Mother actually loves me very much, right?"
Anton smiled and nodded, "I can see that her eyes are full of you."
He pointed at Rosier, who was in the distance, giving instructions to the house-elves. "Want to follow and see?"
Anna wiped her tears and nodded firmly.
Then, calming herself, Anna transformed into a bird once again under the spell's light.
Anton gently landed on the carriage's roof.
Anna, however, flew directly inside and landed in her mother's arms. Her transformation was so subtle, so subtle that her grieving mother didn't even notice.
With a soft sigh, the white horse flapped its wings and took off, carrying the carriage.
They galloped across the sky, passing over the Thames, skirting Buckingham Palace, and even through a ripple in the air, soaring directly over Knockturn Alley.
Anton looked down from his perch and saw that the large lake at the back of Knockturn Alley was filled with tombstones.
"I asked around, and he's right here,"
Rosier offered soothing words along the way, but none of them evoked a response. But that very word brought Nana to tears.
"I don't know, Andre. I don't know how to face him. I'm afraid."
Rosier was silent for a moment. "We have to face him, don't we?"
The carriage stopped, and facing an empty space, Rosier announced, "Master Pedro, Andre Rosier of the Rosier family and his wife, Nagini, are visiting."
Soon, the space trembled, and a crooked building appeared before them.
A younger version of the old wizard stepped out. "Alex Fiennes, I give my teacher's greetings. Please come in."
Anton stared at Anna's mother, stunned. "Nana? Nagini?"
"Oh my God!"
His mouth twitched, unsure how to describe his current state of mind. He was shocked, anyway. He emerged from behind a large tree.
Anna, transformed, looked beside him with a look of surprise. "Have you heard about my mother? Can you tell me? So that's her name. I never dared to ask my father about her, and I only found out now."
Anton stared at Anna with a strange expression.
How could he bring himself
to say this? That Nagini had good taste?
Her first boyfriend was Credence from the Dumbledore family, her last boyfriend was Voldemort from the Gaunt family, and in between she had found Andre from the Rosier family?
But at this moment, a voice rang out beside them, "I was still very handsome when I was young, right?"
Anton turned around in surprise, only to see a hand supporting a head facing him, "Teacher?"
"Why are you here too?"
The old wizard shrugged his headless shoulders, "You should be thankful that you planted the elephant-eating vine at home. It blocked the fluctuations of the time converter, otherwise everyone in London would be here."
"!!!"
"My stupid teacher is here too, and he's awake. How interesting."
Interesting? Anton swallowed, "Where are you from?"
"Look, the safe house. I just saw him go in."
Anton was stunned by the information.