bioinnovel Chapter 81 Many Stories on the Fertile Plain
Chapter 81 Many Stories on the Fertile Plain
Chapter 81 Many Stories on the Fertile Plain
Belvina had heard Lucius Malfoy's warning and that was it; it wasn't worth dwelling on.
Even if you rack your brains, you won't be able to figure out the reason for this kind of upsetting thing, and it will ruin your hard-won good mood. Just keep it in mind and be careful.
During her week in Fertile Plain, Belvina seemed to have caught the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere of the English countryside. Her budding spirits returned, and she settled down again, living a carefree and leisurely life.
Here, far from the hustle and bustle of London, far from the cold solitude of Grimmauld Place, far from the undercurrents of Hogwarts,
It's a place you'd want to live in forever.
After seeing off the uninvited guest, Belvina, fresh and clean, went out.
He wore a loose, oversized white shirt over a white tank top, with only a few buttons undone.
Her collarbone and a patch of bright, white skin were dazzling.
The shirt was tucked into a pair of equally loose black culottes, and she wore soft-soled leather shoes, creating a casual look.
Belvina raised her hand to push up the brim of her black octagonal hat, leading two black and white Border Collies on a leash. An owl flew overhead like an arrow, making her a rather unusual pair of dogs, one on the left and the other on the right.
Walking along the pea-lined path overgrown with wildflowers, Belvina didn't enter the village. Instead, she turned at an old, dilapidated road sign and walked aimlessly.
Following the signs, Belvina stumbled into a wheat field, dotted with farms and small villages on the gently rolling hills. The ancient watermills along the Ay River and the fertile, tranquil land seemed like a paradise, a place where one could temporarily put aside all worries and sorrows and fully enjoy the true essence of rural life.
Two black and white Border Collies ran back and forth, occasionally stopping to tilt their heads and look at their new owner, as if complaining that their new owner was walking too slowly and that it would be better to go back to herding sheep than to take a leisurely stroll with her.
However, the dog's protests were ignored. Belvina continued to walk slowly, occasionally stopping to pick an unknown wildflower or make an affected sigh.
Sometimes you'll encounter warm and simple locals, sometimes you'll encounter shrewd and calculating locals, and sometimes you'll encounter travelers who happen to wander in.
Sometimes you'll encounter an elderly wizard who has settled in the Fertile Plains, smiling kindly and warmly inviting passing young witches to come in as guests; peers will sometimes gather around for a chat, gossiping about everyday matters; children play to their hearts' content, their toy flying brooms occasionally sweeping across the wheat fields.
Like Godric's Hollow and Dinworth, a group of wizards also live in seclusion in the Fertile Plains, looking out for each other and hiding among the Muggles.
As Belvina climbed over another verdant hillside, the sunset overhead became even more magnificent, drawing everyone to stop and watch the breathtaking spectacle.
No matter where they are, whether on a hillside, in a wheat field, or on a lush green meadow with scattered sheep, everyone quietly looks in the same direction, appreciating the last rays of the day.
Until the sun set and all was quiet.
Belvina walks her sheepdog home along the path.
For the past few days, she had been thoroughly enjoying the tranquility and beauty that the fertile plains offered her. The wheat fields and grasslands on rainy days, the cattle and sheep everywhere, the breakfasts in the open-air courtyard, and the fireflies on summer nights.
Belvina loved the little surprises that were everywhere. She didn't know what she would see when she looked up, or what kind of scenery awaited her after she climbed over a hill.
Whenever she stands on the hillside and gazes into the distance, Belvina has a strange feeling, like the intertwining of spirit and flesh, or like finding a strange sense of belonging.
Before it got completely dark, Belvina returned to the farmhouse, her home on Fertile Plain.
The old Muggle, who never speaks, is working hard, herding the scattered cattle and sheep back to the shed. He seems to be always working.
They never stopped for a moment.
Belvina watched the busy figure quietly, Lucius Malfoy's words echoing in her mind: "It seems you really like Muggles, that you still keep him around, a lowly and despicable Muggle."
It's perfectly normal for Belvina to leave this Muggle to continue working at the farmhouse, so why would Cassiopeia do that?
You should know that Cassiopeia is a staunch advocate of pure-blood supremacy. She doesn't even respect half-blood wizards. So why would there be Muggles in her farmhouse?
Furthermore, the witch's farmhouse is protected by Muggle-repelling and Muggle-interference charms, but the old Muggles who have worked at the farmhouse for decades are never affected by these spells.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's completely baffling; peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles is no easy feat.
Even in the peaceful and fertile plains, there once occurred an extremely ugly attack.
This story dates back more than a hundred years, when Albus Dumbledore was just a child living here with his parents and family. The family was harmonious, and the three siblings were very happy together.
One day, three Muggle boys saw Dumbledore's youngest daughter, Ariana, and saw her unconsciously using magic.
The Muggle boys, drawn by the novelty, pressured Ariana to use magic again, yet simultaneously feared it and violently attacked young Ariana.
Since then, poor Ariana has begun to hate and resist her own magic, and the trauma in her heart has given birth to the Obscurus.
As Ariana's father, the enraged Mr. Percival Dumbledore attacked the three Muggle boys, was subsequently sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and eventually died there.
The world only knows that Albus Dumbledore's father attacked Muggles, but it doesn't know why Percival did it.
To this day, the reason why Percival attacked Muggles remains unknown in the Ministry of Magic's records.
Percival Dumbledore sacrificed his freedom to avenge his beloved daughter, and also gave his life to protect her secret, preventing the poor girl from being imprisoned in St. Mungo's.
That happened more than a hundred years ago, and fewer and fewer people know about it, and even fewer know the inside story.
Belvina said in her Muggle studies class that the chances of wizards and Muggles living in peace are very low.
Although Belvina was unaware of Ariana's pitiful and tragic fate, Ariana's misfortune proved her words true.
However, the old Muggle who had lived in the farmhouse for decades managed to live peacefully with Cassiopeia, and the witch Cassiopeia did not play the game of hunting two-legged sheep with him.
It has to be said that this is quite surprising.
In the farmhouse under the cover of night, an unnamed Muggle old man was busy at work. No one knew what he was busy with, but he was very busy. Even the back of his bald head seemed to say, "I'm very busy."
Belvina stood behind the old Muggle, deliberately making noise to remind him, but the old Muggle acted as if he hadn't heard anything. When they first arrived at Fertile Plains, Belvina had suspected that the old Muggle was deaf and mute because he never spoke.
But Belvina soon discovered that this was not the case at all; the old Muggle was neither deaf nor mute.
"Muggle, I think you can hear me and understand what I'm saying," Belvina said, leaning against the fence. "It's been a week. Aren't you going to say anything, even just one word?"
If it weren't for Cassiopeia's dying wish, even if the old Muggle was incredibly capable, Belvina would have thrown him out.
The old Muggle continued working, refusing to even utter a sound; his "silent treatment" skills had surely reached a high level.
"I said, can this Muggle gentleman stop pretending to be deaf and dumb?" Belvina said. "If you don't say anything, I'll tear down the farmhouse, take the cattle and sheep out and bleed them one by one, and also your sheepdogs."
The old Muggle straightened his back; he was very old, as evidenced by his weathered face and calloused hands, yet his back remained ramrod straight.
He said, "There's nothing to say between us. You're the owner of the farmhouse, and I'm just an employee. That's all."
The old Muggle's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his pronunciation was a bit strange, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
"Although I'm very reluctant, we do live under the same roof after all," Belvina said patiently. "You know my name, and I should know yours too; that's only fair."
The old Muggle thought for a moment, his cloudy eyes darting around, and said, "White."
"What?"
"I said my last name is White. Are you deaf at such a young age?" the old Muggle said. He started working again, but no one knew what he was busy with.
He continued, "I know your last name is Blake, so I'll say mine too, White. Just like you said, fair."
fart!
Belvina has a swear word that she's unsure whether to use.
My last name is Blake, and yours is White. What a coincidence!
Why don't you just say your last name is Blue or Reed? White?! You idiot, even the sheepdog at the gate wouldn't believe you!
Furthermore, is the surname the point? The point isn't why Cassiopeia would keep a Muggle by her side!