No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Ou Mengmeng left the world of "Harry Potter" after seeing off old Foster. Before that, she saw off a series of elders she was close to, including Bathilda, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Professor McGonagall, and old Augusta.

That day, Foster the Younger did not show up, because Foster the Younger had forgotten himself. After the conflict that day, Foster the Younger could not return to Egypt, because Foster the Older found him fainted in his sleep early in the morning.

He went to the Foster family's private hospital, and the examination showed that he was stimulated. He received emergency treatment in the hospital, and then received systematic treatment from a professional psychologist. The psychologist was a dud, and it was the Foster family who paid for his education, so now the old man could safely and boldly hand his son over to him.

In fact, at that time, the doctor had already said that if the patient could be cured, then he would be fine. If not, then he might be useless. Because at that time, he was not actually awake. The instrument said he was awake, but he was not.

Little Foster was hospitalized. Ou Mengmeng went to the hospital to see him. She knew that it was because Little Foster had a mental breakdown. In fact, when Eve died, his mental breakdown also occurred. But at that time, he was still a little bit supported. But this time, he knew that his father and daughter no longer needed him, otherwise he would not want to wake up now.

She actually took out a piece of his memory thread while he was still asleep. She didn't tell old Foster about this. She read it silently and put it back. A few days later, while the doctor was treating him, she gave little Foster an Oblivion spell and left quietly.

Little Foster had forgotten everything before he woke up. He quickly recovered, forgot Eve, forgot his father, forgot his daughter, and naturally forgot the past that he couldn't face. He even forgot that he was a wizard!

Ou Mengmeng thought this was also a kind of happiness. Anyway, she had forgotten everything and could just start over. She found a lawyer and told him that a distant uncle had left her a small house and an inheritance, which could now be handed over to her.

The house was prepared by them, and the money was the living expenses he had given to "Little Penny" for many years. Old Foster, like all old people, kept the money separately as a physical manifestation of fatherly love. Now it's good, it can be transferred directly to Little Foster.

If Little Foster does this, the social worker will follow up and help Little Foster to slowly return to society. Old Foster, under Ou Mengmeng's persuasion, did not force him to recover his memory. He just watched him silently from behind, and this time he started over according to his own wishes.

Little Foster became a photographer. He liked cultural relics. He picked up a camera and felt that he was a photographer before. The relics he saw through the lens all had a familiar feeling. Of course, he also started dating, but none of them could make him go further. It was as if he felt that he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Wizards live much longer than Muggles. When old Foster died, he was also 100 years old. His biggest regret was that he didn't see "Little Petunia" get married and have children. However, his "Little Petunia" sponsored several orphans in the wizarding world, and she was the principal of Hogwarts for many years. Of course, she was also the head of the education department of the Ministry of Magic. Almost all the young people in the wizarding world in the past 30 years were her students. In Dumbledore's words, she was the founder of the wizarding world's education system except for the Big Four. No one else!

Due to changes in the education system, the establishment of concentrated settlements, and a long period of peace and prosperity, the population of the magical world has finally shown positive growth.

The southern settlement she advocated for and the establishment of the southern branch of Hogwarts were also her first achievements in the wizarding world after graduating from college. With the southern settlement and the supporting education system, the pressure on Hogsmeade Village and Mirror Lake Settlements in the north was reduced.

The establishment of settlements in the south, and most importantly, allowed wizards to slowly and calmly live in the Muggle world.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald later died in Hogwarts. In their last days, they recruited students, brought together outstanding students, and trained them to be the best masters of magic.

But it must be said that these two old men are not good at being principals, but they are good at teaching. They also run interest groups, which have raised the graduates' practical operation ability and magic research ability to a higher level. Of course, the point is that their textbooks, with the participation of the two old men,

Dumbledore and Grindelwald died very close to each other. Both of them felt the approach of death, so they donated their meager property to Hogwarts, gave small souvenirs to a few of their favorite students, and then left with peace of mind.

Compared with the depressing and sad atmosphere of the funeral in the original book, the funeral held by Ou Mengmeng for them was solemn, dignified and full of smiling faces. Just like they told the students when they left, they were just going to rest, and they could finally rest in peace.

Ou Mengmeng was also very relaxed that day. The two old men left without a trace of regret. They had accomplished what they wanted. When it came to the funeral of old Foster, Ou Mengmeng seemed much sadder. When the old man was dying, she asked him if he wanted young Foster to come back. That was his only son. Although they often watched him from a distance over the years, he did not use magic. He was just like an ordinary person, taking a lot of photos with a camera, and the photos were very beautiful. He later became famous. In the field of professional photography of antiques, no one could match him.

He has never photographed people. When he was interviewed, he would say that people were too beautiful and he couldn't take pictures. In the most recent interview, Foster was already an old man. He still took pictures, but he still took the camera and took pictures of his residence, at the door, and captured various still lifes on the street. The photos were placed at the door, like postcards, and people could throw a few coins and pick a few. The money he earned was enough for him to have a beer at the small bar at the corner of the street.

The interview that day was a very formal one. In the studio, some important photos of his life were found and the interview was very professional. Foster Jr. also responded very professionally and seemed very happy. At the end of the interview, the reporter asked him if he had any regrets.
He suddenly fell silent, then said, "I have forgotten the first half of my life. I don't know if this is a regret. Sometimes I wonder, what does my first half of life represent? I wonder if anyone will collect the photos I took, and what they see in the photos. I often wonder who I am, where I came from, whether I have relatives and friends, and whether the missing memories will make me regret forgetting the most important things in my life."

When he said this, old Foster was in the same studio, listening to his son's touching words. When the filming stopped, he jumped up, looked at the reporter and said with a very naughty smile.

"Dear, don't take it seriously. If there is someone who knows me, I'm afraid he would have rushed to me long ago. If there is no one, then I can only say that I am either a bastard or an orphan. This way, being free of worries may be the most suitable for me." Little Foster laughed and clapped his hands. After thinking about it, he asked the blond reporter, "What did you say your name was?"

"Avril! Avril Devonte." The blonde female reporter emphasized.

"What a nice name." Little Foster blinked, smiled at her, and then walked away without looking back.

At that time, the elder Foster was already in poor health, and he deliberately set up such a situation, so that even the appearance and name of the reporter could remind the younger Foster of his memories. However, he obviously failed.

Old Foster stayed in the studio for a long time that day, and never visited Little Foster again. So when Ou Mengmeng asked him if he wanted to ask Little Foster to come back, Old Foster shook his head.

In their house in London, they hung street scenes taken by young Foster. They were not the award-winning antique photos. Old Foster liked his street scenes, so he bought them, enlarged them, and hung them on the wall. Ou Mengmeng had been living with him, but every time she did this, she would feel sorry for old Foster. She ruthlessly erased young Foster's memory. She didn't even dare to say that it was for his own good. She just felt that it was too cruel to old Foster.

In the end, she did not dare to tell old Foster that she was the one who erased little Foster's memory, because she saw that little Foster ran away timidly, and his mother did not give him the door key, but gave him herself. This memory was too cruel, she did not dare to let old Foster know, nor did she want him to know, so she chose to make little Foster forget everything.

Perhaps only in this way, the father and son may feel pain and regret, but compared with the old man knowing that he has failed in education, or letting little Foster face his own timidity, this degree of regret may not be so unacceptable.

Old Foster died peacefully, smiling and asking Faye to help look after "Little Petunia", and then he left the world quietly with reluctance to part with them. The funeral was not extravagant, the old man said that his favorite thing was to make toys, so he was buried as the owner of the Nini Joke Shop, in the ancestral cemetery of the Foster family.

But Ou Mengmeng was still in agony. She was dressed in black and watched the church workers lower the coffin into the deep pit. She gently put down the first white lily.

She had been in the magic world for too long, but she didn't think it was too long this time, because she seemed to have made up for her past regrets. She felt that she had been in the magic world for too long and couldn't remember the stories of the Red Mansion and the Siheyuan. But now, she remembered her parents' funeral.

The crematorium was noisy and filled with people crying and wailing to bid farewell. She was envious at the time, envious of them for being able to cry so loudly. She couldn't even shed tears, she was completely bewildered, because she had lost her parents at the same time. She didn't even have time to say goodbye.

Harry, Ginny, Draco, and Hermione stood on her left and right; Neville and the Weasley brothers stood behind her. She didn't inform many people. For her, at this moment, she actually wanted to be alone. (End of this chapter)