Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1607: Maybe in Paris

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"Mom, who are they?"

"I am British."

"Are they bad guys?"

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

"Then... since they are not bad guys, why did they **** our neighbor's home? Bernard, Leroy, Durand... they are all gone."

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

On the edge of the block where the refugees settled, a little girl took her mother's hand and stood in front of her house, staring blankly at the gradually quieting street.

She didn't quite understand what her mother said, because in her impression, "home" should always be there. Even if she goes to play in the small park "far away" every day, when the time is up, she can always return home under the leadership of her mother to eat warm vegetable stew.

Unless...

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

The things that were "borrowed" can be returned, but the things that were "robbed" are likely to never come back again-she still knows this.

Because she used to have a rubber ball arbitrarily snatched by the bad boy Dibois in this area, and she was still sitting on the ground and crying for a long time!

The little girl pursed her mouth, thinking hard with her somewhat confused little head, thinking that she could already understand the so-called "lost home".

At this moment, she was suddenly attracted by a figure slowly approaching from the distance of the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they seemed to be thinking about each other, so they didn't speak, just watched the figure slowly walk past in front of them.

Until they passed by, the little girl looked up at her mother ignorantly.

"Mom...then," she asked softly, seemingly a little curious, "Is that beautiful sister also robbed of her home?"

The voice fell slightly. Before her mother answered, she found that the beautiful girl who hadn't gone far suddenly stopped, apparently hearing the words her daughter said.

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

"I know, it's okay."

I saw the back lightly turned around and responded to the little girl's mother with a soft voice in fluent French. Then, I saw her walking towards this side step by step.

Yes, this girl who looks particularly beautiful and exquisite is Delphi who wandered alone on the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

While saying this, the girl's mother suddenly realized that the French spoken by this beautiful girl was not like someone from abroad, and she seemed to have a Parisian accent.

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

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

And she answered in French almost subconsciously just now, and she seemed to have spoken it fluently many times.

So, when Delphi looked at the memories deep in her mind again... she suddenly felt that the language she spoke in her childhood memories seemed to be more French.

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

Remembering this kind of thing is undoubtedly very ambiguous. When you think back to something you have experienced, the picture and the passage are the key points, and the discourse tends to stay only on the general content.

If it weren't for this inadvertent opening, she would have been hard to find out.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphine smiled reluctantly, and then, she was very strong, and decided to put down this creepy question for the time being.

"Is this your home? A beautiful potted plant."

She looked at the row of flowers and plants placed by the wall. The lush greenery was mixed with various kinds of potted plants, which reminded her of her long silver hair in her memory, and she often smiled at herself. Sister Wei Li.

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

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

"Really?" When Delphi heard the words, he couldn't help but squatted down in front of her, stroking her soft hair, "It's amazing..."

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

"Just now you said that my home was also taken away? You are wrong! My home is always there—or, as long as there is a father, it is my home."

"Then...what about mother?"

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

Fortunately, Delphi didn't feel any discomfort about this.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite frankly, "if I have to say it, I have a group of big sisters who grew up with me. They are very, very kind to me—perhaps even better than my mother. Better."

"Oh, uh--"

"Those must be good people."

The little girl’s mother seemed to be worried that her daughter would say something like "Mother is the best", and quickly interrupted the words that her daughter was about to say—though if the daughter really said that If so, she herself will definitely feel very happy.

"Yes, they are all very kind people."

When Delphi heard it, he nodded seriously, then gently retracted the hand on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Madam, don't worry! There are also many nice, brave, and kind-hearted people among those who come to live here~IndoMTL.com~ I think you will get along with them very happily."

After saying this, Delphi talked a little bit with the mother and daughter, and then wanted to turn around and leave. And it was at this time that I heard the little girl say:

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

Delphio turned his head slightly, and suddenly smiled:

"Nowhere, go home."

After all, she just walked farther along the street as before, but she had already changed directions. Before long, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear at the corner of the street when she came.

"Mom, that elder sister just said that the place where my dad is is is home; but she later said that she also has a group of very good sisters... Then, where is her home?"

Listening to her daughter’s question, her mother stood there for a moment, then whispered:

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