October 21, 1984
Olivia Wotton saw the arrogant little white peacock of the Malfoy family with smooth and shiny hair for the first time on her birthday. When she was thinking wildly, she saw a platinum-blond little boy in exquisitely crafted wizard robes and a man holding a snake-headed scepter at his side suddenly appeared in front of the fireplace in her house, which was always burning with strong candles. She was only four years old this year.
"Olia? Olia! Have you seen the new Nimbus 2000?" He shook her arm up and down excitedly.
"Olia, I can't believe your troll-like bad taste has continued to this day! A Hufflepuff! That stupid Hufflepuff's Hufflepuff!!" "Draco, his name is Cedric..." "Shut up! How could Mr. Wharton have a daughter like you!... What's so good about him!" His slightly pale cheeks were stained with an unnatural blush from anger.
"Miss Wharton" "Oviley Wharton!" "Olivia" "Olia Olia"...
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Now he is standing at the end of the corridor of Hogwarts. The dim candlelight in the cellar buries his gray-blue eyes into the black lake. His neat Slytherin robe and dark green tie make him stand out. His fluffy platinum hair hangs down from his forehead. His eyebrows are slightly wrinkled impatiently. He wants to push open the classroom door with his left hand, and holds two thick potions books in his right hand, urging: "Hurry up Olia."
That was Olivia's dream.
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So now. Shh, close your eyes, plunge your head in, plunge into that pensieve, and let's trace it together.