When she first woke up in this world, Neferi didn't know that this was the place she had longed for.
This is a secret, a secret about the previous life that no one knows but herself.
Until she was seven years old, a friend who was traveling in the UK sent her a set of photos.
The moment she saw the photo, her heartbeat almost stopped.
She dug out a phone she never used from the cabinet, plugged in the battery, and after waiting for seconds that seemed like years, she dialed the number she knew by heart.
The voice she heard on the other end of the phone was like the sound of nature.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you, this is Diagon Alley in London, England, where Hogwarts students buy things.
"I originally wanted my mother to take me to Hogwarts to see it, but people outside the school are not allowed to come in and out at will.
"Do you like it here very much? Uncle Mokavi will probably not let you come here to study, but I can discuss with my mother and ask her to agree to my attending Hogwarts, so that I can see this place for you!"
Neferi knew she couldn't leave.
But she was still as happy as she had ever been in the seven years since she traveled here.
For the next ten years, she was always so happy.
Until the age of seventeen, the inevitable second wizard war in the book.
She traveled thousands of miles away from her busy schedule, traveling from Italy to England, convinced that nothing would happen to Silas.
But she stood among the ruins, looked at the blue-eyed boy in the crowd, and heard confused and disbelieving sounds around her.
"Silas Rimmer? There is no such person at Hogwarts."
"You can ask Professor Flitwick for the list. Ravenclaw doesn't have this student either."
No one in the world remembers her Silas.
The great savior defeated Voldemort, a small amount of sacrifices bought long-term peace, and the living people will have an unimpeded future and great success.
But her Silas was gone.
Her heart was as calm as the abyss of a lake.
She will not forget what the Malkavi family is capable of.
The strange girl hid in the darkness and unknowingly stole the time turner from the future Minister of Magic and took it back to Malkawi Manor.
A few months later, the heir to Malkawi disappeared.
And far away on the other side, ten-year-old Neferi Malkavi spoke his hoarse first words to the house elf.
——"Send me to London, England."
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Reading guide:
①HP fanfics are fanfics based on original works, movies, and various second-generation works. They are not rigorous and cannot withstand scrutiny.
②This article is just for love, and does not dismantle the original CP. It has original characters, a large number of private settings and OOC warnings.
③Due to the influence of various second-generation works, the appearance of the two Slytherin students mentioned most in this article will be changed based on the original work, and the personality of any character will be as consistent as possible with the original work.
④The copywriting has been strictly protected from lightning. I would like to reiterate that this article is only for the author's love. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you don't like it, don't read it! ! ! (Say important things three times)
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