The system did not give any prompt tone.
This showed that having an unforgettable dance at the ball was not some kind of hidden task.
Isolde rolled her eyes at the system in her heart.
Forget it, she was already used to it.
This slacker system!
Soon after, they successfully graduated from Hogwarts.
Isolde did not chase after Bellatrix to follow Lord Voldemort, but instead went to Gringotts and became a magical item commentator, living a peaceful and stable life.
Her parents were very satisfied with this, and they didn’t know about Isolde’s exciting and boring life at Hogwarts.
Two years after graduation, she gradually adapted to the workplace life of the Wizarding World, and unexpectedly became colleagues with Andromeda Black.
Andromeda Black was the gentlest of the Black sisters, with a gentle personality and friendly treatment of others, completely different from Bellatrix.
During working hours, she unexpectedly discovered that Andromeda Black liked eating fruit tarts very much, especially apple-flavored ones.
She would bring one piece to work every day, and often shared it with Isolde.
In their leisure time, the two would chat together, talking about old events of Hogwarts and trivia at work, getting along very harmonious.
After a few months, Andromeda Black suddenly disappeared without leaving any news.
After a long time, a piece of news spread throughout the British wizarding world:
Andromeda Black disregarded the family’s opposition and eloped with the Muggle-born wizard Ted Tonks.
Speaking of which, they were both at Hogwarts, and Isolde had specially paid attention to such news, but she really didn’t notice when they got to know each other.
This thing even made it to the weekly magazine.
The House of Black was furious, directly removing Andromeda Black from the family name, and never mentioning this daughter again.
Looking at the empty workstation, Isolde’s heart was filled with sighs.
But there was nothing she could do; the Pure-blood prejudice of the Wizarding World ultimately tore too many people apart.
Everything was proceeding according to the plot.
Days still moved forward in turbulence, Lord Voldemort’s power grew larger and larger, and the atrocities of the Death Eater spread throughout the Wizarding World.
Turmoils occurred frequently, and Muggles and Muggle-born wizards frequently suffered persecution, enveloping the entire Wizarding World in fear.
That day, after Isolde got off work and went home, as soon as she walked out of Gringotts, she ran into the turmoil on the street.
A group of Death Eater wearing Black robes and masks were surrounding a dark street corner, cruelly torturing a Muggle-born…
Auror?
Isolde recognized it from their clothing.
Despairing screams tore through the sky, and the next second their throats were blocked by some spell, making no sound, only fractional whimpers.
Every single one of those cruel spells carried fatal malice.
Isolde’s whole body stiffened, subconsciously wanting to hide, but she was still discovered.
In the crowd, a sharp and familiar voice sounded.
They used to be, sort of, classmates.
In the chaos, someone released an attack spell that happened to hit Isolde’s chest.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Avada Kedavra, otherwise she probably would have died without even being able to take a last look at this world.
Isolde’s pupils shrank sharply, and she had no time to dodge at all; the fear of death instantly swept over her whole body.
Just at this moment, she caught sight of a masked female Death Eater with long Black curly hair in the crowd.
That familiar figure and aura around her made her recognize at a glance that it was Bellatrix.
Her consciousness dissipated rapidly, her vision gradually blurred, and she used her last bit of strength.
Watching that female Death Eater slowly remove her mask.
The Handmaiden Black’s face still had no expression, her eyes were filled with indifference and hostility, her gaze could not be seen clearly, and it couldn’t be heard whether she said anything.
Isolde’s body fell heavily to the ground, and the last thing that came into view was Bellatrix’s arrogant face.
[Beep!]
[Host’s vital signs detected as missing, the host has died.]
[Capture mission failed, opening the rebirth mechanism.]
[Rebirth program starting… 10%… 50%… 100%… Rebirth successful!]
The cold mechanical sound exploded in her mind, Isolde’s dissipated consciousness suddenly gathered back, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
She moved her fingers, feeling the vibrant vitality and a young body without the coldness and pain before death.
The images from before her death remained in her mind, and the appearance of Bellatrix removing her mask was deeply branded in the bottom of her heart.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, the system’s prompt tone sounded again:
[Beep! Rebirth time: 1951, British wizarding world.]
[This rebirth will retain all memories of the previous life, and the capture mission will restart.]
[Please host discard the mistakes of the previous life, seize the rebirth opportunity, and capture the target character with all your might: Bellatrix Black!]
Isolde:…
Regarding the matter of me being reborn again, being reborn into the Wizarding World of 1951, and having to capture her again after restarting…
Isolde had already completely digested this fact.
She returned to the British wizarding world of 1951, and even became a thorough half-blood little witch.
There was no crying in the cradle, no long childhood torment; as soon as her consciousness landed, it was a stable Muggle World town life.
Her surname was still Winnier, Isolde Winnier.
Her father was Eit Winnier, a silent and gentle wizard.
On usual days, he was no different from ordinary Muggles, supporting the family with a delicate handiwork skill, and never easily showing any trace of magic.
Her mother was a pure Muggle, gentle and cheerful.
Only treating her own daughter as an exceptionally clever and well-behaved child.
Because she had the memory of an adult wizard once, Isolde grasped magic very accurately.
Even now in her childish body, during the magical outbursts of childhood, she could still have a certain amount of control herself.
In this life, she was a wizard and Muggle-born half-blood.
There was no aura of a Pure-blood family, and no chance to step into the Wizarding World early.
For a full eleven years, she played dumb in the Muggle World.
Not letting her father and mother know that she understood these things.
She could only rely on the memory of her previous life, silently counting the days, waiting for that destined Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Her father never mentioned magic in front of her, but when she occasionally revealed unusual talent, he would quietly cover it up, hiding complex emotions in the depths of his eyes.
The days slipped by slowly, and finally it came to the year she turned eleven.
An Owl with glossy feathers crashed open her family’s window and steadily placed an envelope stamped with sealing wax on the dining table.
Seeing that exquisite letter, her mother was both surprised and delighted.
Thinking that some special elite academy had taken a fancy to her daughter, she pulled Isolde’s hand and kept chattering:
“Our Isolde is truly amazing; such a good academy has come to recruit you, Mom is so happy for you.”
Looking at her mother’s pure smile, Isolde’s heart felt slightly sour.
She could only nod along with her words and hide all secrets about magic deep in her heart.
That night, her father quietly knocked open her bedroom door.
Only a dim yellow lamp was lit in the study, and Eit Winnier’s face lacked its usual gentleness, with a few more points of solemnity.
“Isolde, there are some things Dad should tell you.”
He sat opposite Isolde, slowly speaking, revealing the secret hidden for eleven years:
“I am not an ordinary Muggle; I am a wizard, and once, I was also an Auror, which is an occupation similar to guarding justice in the Wizarding World.”
“Magic truly exists…”
Listening to these news she already knew, Isolde feigned surprise.
“Back then, I was severely injured while hunting down evil wizards, so I didn’t continue working as an Auror. Then I left the Wizarding World, hid in the Muggle World to live in seclusion, and later met your mother.”
“She is a Muggle, and I didn’t want to get her involved in the dangers of the Wizarding World, so I’ve kept it hidden until now.”
After the explanation ended, Isolde harvested her father’s savings.
More than 300 Galleons.
It was enough for her to live a good life at Hogwarts.
Thus, under the deliberate concealment of her father and herself, after her father brought her things ready for enrollment.
Her mother, with joy, together with her father, sent her off to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters train.