Lu Ping and the others were discussing who it would be more appropriate to ask about this matter. And no matter who they asked in the end, they still believed that there was always a reason why Mrs. Maxim concealed it.
Yes, now that things have happened, they will no longer easily doubt anyone who was once trustworthy. After all, in the current disaster and disasters, trust has become a very luxurious thing, worthy of everyone's cherishment.
It's just that... behind the white lies, there may be some cruel facts hidden. To be honest, everyone is feeling uneasy right now.
Yes, even Aberforth, who still looks careless, is actually the same - didn't you see that his hand stopped wiping the goblet
However, only Charlotte remained the same as usual.
"Sirius, would you like another drink?"
He saw her carrying the wine bottle to the table and motioning to Sirius. But now everyone was troubled by Maxim's letter, so naturally they were not in the mood to continue drinking.
"No, no need."
Sirius shook his head at her, and then discussed it with Lupine and the others. Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously glanced at Charlotte's back as she returned to the long bar table.
Yes, at this time, the calmer the person, the more problems he has. In fact, everyone here has been aware of Charlotte's "problem" for a long time - she didn't just become like this tonight.
After all, the destruction of the Werther family still dealt a big blow to Charlotte. Although she had never liked that home since she was a child, let alone others, at least she had always loved her father deeply.
However, everything is gone, whether they like it or hate it, almost all the family members have become victims of this huge disaster.
Sirius and Lupine originally wanted to hide this from Charlotte, and Maka also felt that maybe they should do this... At the very least, there seemed to be no need to tell her the truth before this disaster was over. .
However, the two remaining Werther children were among their group of refugees, cared for by Lupine - where could they go in this world? And there is only so much space in this community. Charlotte also lives here, so she will find out sooner or later.
When she learned from the child that it was her father who saved the two of them with his own life, and even wanted to send them out even if they turned into living corpses... To be honest, even she herself didn't know how she could hold it back. There is no crash.
But Charlotte has changed since then.
She, who used to love to smile, no longer had a smile on her face. She became quiet and indifferent, as if nothing could affect her heart anymore.
However, perhaps because of the two children, the two remaining family members, she did not feel completely depressed. Even if she just pretended to be calm and natural, as if nothing happened, she didn't want her children to see her lost state.
But this may be the limit of what Charlotte can do.
"Did something bad happen on the front lines again?"
When Sirius and Lupin hesitated about Maxim's letter, this idea only flashed through Charlotte's head, and then she instinctively ignored it.
There was enough misfortune in the world and she didn't want to feel any more sadness. If she thought about it more, she was afraid that she would really not be able to hold on.
"Aberforth, I'm going back first - I have to get up early tomorrow to wash the clothes for the two children. I don't know where they have gone these past few days, and they are covered in mud, which is really a headache."
After saying this casually, Charlotte put down the rag in her hand, waved her hand and walked towards the back door. She now lives with her two children, just around the corner from here in Aberforth, closer by the back door.
"Um?"
Aberforth took another meal on his hands, and after looking at her, he nodded.
"Well... go to bed early."
To be honest, it was quite strange that Aberforth, who had always been aloof to others, would say this. However, Charlotte obviously didn't care much, and his rare concern was in vain.
Not long after, Charlotte, covered in moonlight, walked step by step on the stone road outside the back door, and then gently opened a door on the street not far away with a "click".
At this time, the two children had naturally gone to bed early, so they had to be gentle on their hands and feet.
Charlotte didn't light the lamp either. After closing the door, she slowly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. She opened the door on the right and stood at the door to take a look. Seeing both children sleeping soundly in bed, she returned to her room.
Since we live here, everyone tries not to use magic spells as much as possible and has to do everything by themselves. For them who are not used to Muggle life, it is still very tiring. In addition, Charlotte, who has never even been married, has to take care of the daily life of two children. It's easy to imagine how her life has been lately.
Unfortunately, even though she was exhausted physically and mentally, she still couldn't sleep well at night. The death of her father, the destruction of her family, and even her inability to face the disaster, everything began to swirl in her mind as soon as she lay down.
Maybe everyone living in this community has this kind of situation, but I believe she is the most serious.
After lying there for a long time and realizing that she still might not be able to fall asleep on her own tonight, Charlotte finally got up again, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a bottle of magic potion.
However, after uncorking the bottle, she looked at the potion in a daze.
Yes, occasionally... just occasionally, Charlotte would think of Maka. I haven't seen him for a while. I don't know how many powerful enemies he has defeated and how many innocent lives he has saved.
However, the disaster is still going on, and listening to the contents of the weekly secret messages, it seems that it is getting worse.
"Gudu."
Don't think too much about bad things. Thinking too much will only drown everything in despair. Charlotte took a swig of sleeping pills, corked the bottle and put it in the drawer, then lay down on the bed.
The night was getting deeper, and the insects outside the window were chirping one after another, which highlighted its tranquility.
The effect of the potion is reliable... Under the influence of the sleeping pill, Charlotte gradually fell into a dream. Even though I had nightmares again and again, I managed to survive this night.
The next morning, while Charlotte was washing clothes at the door, she heard something—Sirius left the community and went to Beauxbatons to find out the truth in person.
After hearing it, she just lowered her head and responded softly.
"Oh, is that so?"