Many years later, I was interviewed by the Daily Prophet.

Miss Draco, who has become a famous wizard adventurer, can still tell the stories she has told countless people.

That warm Brussels afternoon.

He was wearing a dark blue coat with a stand-up collar and was sitting drinking tea outside a smoky Muggle cafe.

The aroma of coffee is like a fragrant song, filling the lazy air and spreading into the nostrils of every customer present.

But he was drinking tea.

A cup of tea without any additives, flowing in the delicate oriental porcelain, with a light cold fragrance like spring buds piercing the land where miracles were born.

At this time, he raised his head and met my eyes, showed a friendly smile, nodded and invited me to sit down.

I was a little panicked, greedy, and pleading.

How I wish time could stop at this moment and last forever.

But - I know that Vincent will never stay here, just like countless years ago, in the Slytherin lounge, in front of the glass that separated the black lake.

He once said, 'If the Wizarding War ends and he is still alive, he will probably become an adventurer and go to the most wonderful places in the world to witness and leave his own footprints.'

"It was a good trip to New Zealand." He poured me a cup of English black tea, knowing that I didn't like the bitter taste.

"It's okay." I said.

Oh my god! I can only say these words.

I suddenly thought of my godmother, the melancholy dean who never smiled on her face.

To this day, I look so much like her.

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Vincent seemed very interested in my adventures and kept asking what the scenery from all over the world was like.

We had a lovely and lazy afternoon.

When we parted, I finally couldn't help but speak.

"It's still not too late. If you want to change your appearance and start over, the Malfoy family has the ability -" I almost yelled.

"No." Vincent showed his trademark sneer.

I know that he is not laughing at me, but at this twisted world.

"But speaking of changing my name, I hope I can change my name to something more powerful next time. The last name Robinson sounds too ordinary."

Although it was early summer, fallen leaves suddenly started to fall on the streets.

Vincent, pinching Yi Ye gently, "Sanchez!" he said.

"Maybe if I wasn't happy that day, I could change my life in another universe."

As he said this, he suddenly laughed, as if he felt ridiculous about his childish idea.

"Okay, goodbye, Miss Draco." His expression returned to the solemn look it had at the beginning.

"You shouldn't get too close to people like me. You have a safer life. Stay away from England. At least for now."

After that, he disappeared that afternoon, and together with him disappeared from my memory, my life, and my world.

And I - I never had the courage to stop him from beginning to end.

I regret this to this day.
Chapter completed!