Chapter 304 Cynthia and Harry
When Yinxin was first launched, it was an expensive, high-end product with communication, photo-taking and video functions. Later, it gradually introduced business models that could work with Yintong. Finally, it even took over the general market and launched a mass model with only text communication function, which was very popular.
It should be noted that the mass-market models can also read news from various countries, but a monthly subscription fee is required. The mass-market models and above can use this function for free.
With the launch of various Yinxin models, the traditional owl communication industry has shrunk more and more. However, because some regions refuse to access the Yinxin network, this industry can still exist, but its model and slogan have been completely changed.
You know, new products have a comprehensive impact on old industries. Owl Communications is weak, and a series of Owl food and equipment suppliers behind it will seek to change careers due to industry instability. When costs increase, Owl Communications, which is labeled as primitive and backward, will actually raise its prices.
After a series of blows and downturns, the Owl Communications Industry has found the path that suits them best at present, which is a light luxury route with a classic style and emotional appeal.
If you want to convey your feelings to someone you care about, write a letter from your heart and send it!
While launching a new slogan, they also took better care of their owls and treated wizards' letters and packages more attentively, and in the end the industry barely survived.
Now, thanks to the owl service that expanded its delivery service across time and space, Cynthia received a bulging letter as she and Harry passed by the stone window in the corridor.
The space for the signature and return address was left blank, with 'Merry Christmas, Miss White' written in a flourish in the middle. Harry glanced at it and recognised it as Sirius's handwriting.
I haven't received my godfather's Christmas gift yet...
Harry complained in his heart, and then there was the sound of an owl flapping its wings, and a package fell into his arms. The note on the package read "Merry Christmas - from Cold".
Harry felt a little better. He looked at Cynthia who was studying the letter and realized that this was a good opportunity to mention Sirius. "We all received Christmas presents," Harry, who was not very good at making small talk, forced himself to speak. His mind was a mess and he thought of this and that. "Remember the relatives I mentioned before who were traveling abroad and had a wonderful life..."
"......" Cynthia held the letter in her hand and turned her head to look at Harry. Her eyes looked even greener against the backdrop of her shiny silver hair. She stared at Harry with a hint of ambiguous color in her eyes. "It seems like you've been looking for a chance to chat with me alone since the ball?"
Harry shuddered. He had been racking his brains to think of a way to naturally transition the conversation to test Cynthia, but he met Cynthia's gaze in surprise. Then he remembered that he was facing Cynthia, whose thinking circuits were different from those of ordinary people and whose conversation rhythm was also unique.
"Okay, I'll satisfy you," Cynthia smiled widely. If Della were here, she would easily recognize this kind of smile that was not properly controlled. This kind of smile would only lead to two results. First, Cynthia felt new emotions, and second, she was going to do something reckless. "Can you find a quiet place for us to deal with the mail?"
"Yes...Yes!" Harry was frightened by that smile. He answered loudly as if he was distracted and the professor called on him. Then he scratched his head nervously and whispered cautiously, "Shall we try going up there?"
Harry couldn't predict where the night would go, so how could he prepare a quiet little place in advance on the night of the Christmas ball when students were looking for rendezvous places in pairs? He could only hope that those couples would be a little lazy and leave them some private space on the upper floors.
However, on the way up, Harry took Cynthia through countless usually empty corners and disturbed countless couples before finally finding an unoccupied terrace on the eighth floor.
"I didn't know there were so many couples in school," Harry looked at the endless forbidden forest under the moonlight from the terrace. He held the gift and glanced at Cynthia, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "I feel like I can make a list tomorrow."
"Why don't you just tell me what you want to do?" Cynthia said uninterested. One of the main reasons why she was so capricious was that she felt that meaningless socializing and conversation were not as cost-effective as doing her own thing.
"Well, okay," Harry took a deep breath, his face showing the determination of rushing to the execution ground, "Do you know who this letter is from?" He pointed to the bulging letter in Cynthia's hand, "Do you know who this letter is from?"
"I know someone who often asks Mr. Lupin to bring me letters," Cynthia swung the letter in her hand, and the sound of the wind and the swaying of the cowhide bag squeezed between the two of them. "Sirius Black, right?"
"You know!" Harry looked at Cynthia's face without any doubt or distress, and suddenly opened his eyes wide. He asked repeatedly, "You haven't lost your memory either, right?!"
"I've hardly ever spent time with you. Does this answer mean anything to you?" Cynthia's attitude of asking without answering was actually a confirmation of Harry's question.
"It means a lot!" Harry said excitedly, "As long as you are willing to testify, Sirius can be cleared of the charges and live an upright life!"
"Then, when I am investigated, my identity as a magical creature will be exposed, and I will never be able to live as a human being again?" Cynthia tilted her head, the smile on her face widened, her green eyes flashing in the moonlight, suddenly becoming extremely creepy.
"What?" Harry frowned, not reacting for a moment, but his bright values made him automatically refute, "This is the right thing to do, we will all stand by you, and the situation will not be so extreme, there must be more reasonable people..."
Harry's voice gradually became quieter, and a living example that emerged in his mind suddenly shattered the light in his concept - Della.
Although everyone around her supports Della, she is still pushed into a foreign country by a series of circumstances. Every time Harry tries to put himself in Della's shoes, he feels deep despair and powerlessness from the inside out.
During the time Cynthia was a puppet, the disconnect she felt when connecting with Della and her grasp of the evil in human nature also had a great impact on her character.
Cynthia still believes in trying not to do things she doesn't want to do, but she also doesn't want her life to become more troublesome because of external conditions that she cannot fully control.
The combination of these two ideas created Cynthia White's extreme selfishness in seizing the new life.
"Don't you still know his innocence? Yes, you did publicize it, but you can't ask me to do that without the title of 'savior', which is almost a golden ticket to immunity from death," Cynthia sneered, drew out her wand, and lit the letter full of Sirius's affection in front of Harry, "So every time I receive a letter from him, I will only do this, because the more troubles I get involved in, the more it will affect the life I have worked so hard to get!"
"You can't do this!" Harry's pupils shrank slightly, unable to accept that his godfather's kindness was trampled upon like this. He rushed over to snatch the letter. He knew about their past from Sirius, and while hissing and putting out the fire, he said angrily, "Without Sirius, you wouldn't be who you are now!"
"I'm grateful to Sirius, but compared to the life I've worked so hard to achieve, it's nothing!" Cynthia approached Harry and pushed him to the marble railing of the terrace. She pressed her wand against Harry's face, which was covered in black ash from putting out the fire, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what it feels like to be motionless and feel the approach of death? I endured that kind of boundless despair for a year!"
"Yes, it was Sirius who brought me out of despair. For a while, I completely regarded him as my light." Cynthia's voice suddenly became louder, and she almost roared, "But when I really saw the light that no longer damaged me and experienced true freedom, everything else became a passing cloud!"
Harry stared blankly at the green eyes so close to him, a great sense of disconnection swept over him, a face that looked 80% like his mother, a pair of emerald green eyes like his mother, but with a crazy expression and exuding coldness. At this moment, Harry felt a great disapproval of Cynthia in his heart, and the image of his mother also became blurred.
"No...no..." Not sure whether he wanted to deny Cynthia or resist the disappearance of his impression of his mother, Harry murmured and pushed Cynthia away. He walked forward panting, eager to leave here.
Cynthia grabbed Harry's collar and said viciously to him, "Do you know why I danced with Snape last time? Because his sad, disgusted and nostalgic look disgusted me. Now, your hesitation, hesitation and hurt look also disgust me, as if I owed you something."
"My appearance is not what I want, and my behavior and emotions are also controlled by the guilt I have for you? Harry, I cherish my hard-earned life and love my hard-earned life very much," Cynthia loosened Harry's collar and said lightly, "So I have a strong desire for revenge. As long as I have the chance, I will not let go of those who make my life unhappy and threaten my life."
Before the doll suffered long-term damage from the light, it had only been connected to two people, one was Della, who had always been cautious, and the other was Maggie, who had been secretly planning and doing evil. The dark personality formed by Cynthia under the influence of these two people is difficult to cover up.
"It feels good to talk now. I really need to vent." A crisp laugh echoed from Cynthia's throat. She ignored the stunned Harry and straightened the expensive dress Della gave her. "Well, now your purpose of communicating with me has been met. I will go back first. I look forward to your expression next time you see me, Harry."
"It doesn't matter if you are still hesitant and hesitant. I will forgive you for the unhappiness you have brought me, Harry." Cynthia left Harry standing there and was about to walk out of the terrace with her skirt lifted. She turned her head slightly and said to Harry, "After all, from now on when you know the truth, you will definitely be hurt with me."
Harry stood there, looking at the place where Cynthia's back disappeared, motionless. A drop of melted golden light flowed from the letter in his hand that was a quarter burned. The golden light fell silently to the ground, perhaps splashing a small piece of dust, but just like the turbulent inside Harry at the moment, no one cared.