Hogwarts Homecoming

Even the owl that delivers the message realizes that this is an ominous place surrounded by a curse.

After removing the letter from its feet, it didn't even ask for food or water. It stretched its wings, jumped up from the window sill, and stumbled away.

The old man watched each other silently until the owl became a black dot in his sight, and his eyes met the glimmer of light in the sky.

There is no day or night in this eternal land.

It's hard to tell whether the glimmer of light in the sky is the morning light before the sun rises, or the last ray of sunset before the darkness.

In the dark room, the old man finally unfolded the letter. On the letter paper, the sharp and restrained handwriting fell into his eyes that were covered with a layer of white mist.

The parchment rustled in the howling cold wind, and this restless sound gave this sunken place a strange vitality.

The old man read the words on the paper. But it was like he was reading those newspapers.

The weather-beaten face remained untouched, and the eyes were dim and dull.

Finally, he finished reading the letter.

It seems that the long years of confinement have caused indelible damage to his spirit, and he looks more sluggish than the elderly of his age.

He was standing in front of the window, with scattered snowflakes still falling on his head, making his gray hair look silver.

After a long time, his hand holding the letter dropped and hung by his side, but his fingers were still holding a corner of the letter.

Turning and walking to the window, his eyes fell on the pillow, where a pocket watch lay.

In the darkness, the exquisite and gorgeous old pocket watch was filled with color. It was the only thing with warm color in this gray room.

He bent down and picked up the pocket watch with his free hand.

Uh-huh~

The sound from the amplifier when the watch cover pops open is clear and sweet, and can be heard far away in a world filled with low growls.

The little girl and the old man behind the hood had eternal smiles on their faces, and the smiles made him lose his mind.

Suddenly, a white whirlwind swept into the room and took away the letter he was holding in his hand.

The letter trembled loudly and circled around the stone room a few times in the wind. Then it was sucked out of the window and quickly disappeared into the increasingly charming wind and snow!

The old man's eyes followed him subconsciously. At this moment, at the end of the sky, a beam of golden sunshine unexpectedly penetrated the turbulent clouds, broke through the wind and snow, and illuminated the room, shrouding the old man!

Wow!

The sound of wild waves crashing against the shore suddenly rose in the invisible world, and the white cloud covering the old man's misty eyes suddenly dispersed. The golden light showed the color of mithril, and in the silver eyes, there was something The screen flashes:

The gray mist carrying the unparalleled aura of death rolled in, endless, covering the sky and the world!

In the turbulent clouds, what matched the frightened thunder was wanton and ferocious laughter.

Huge meteorite.

Or it could be a continent, a corner emerging from the billowing gray mist filled with death, falling towards the earth with a soul-stirring rumble!

Under the clouds, the ancient castle on the high cliff was trembling, and even the earth was trembling!

Faced with such power of heaven and earth, the people on the earth had no intention of resisting. They collapsed on the ground, crying in despair and sorrow, waiting for death to come.

However, at this time, someone came up against the sky and roared with the intention of shaking the power of heaven!

Wow!

The silver light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and the old man grunted as if he had been hit. He stumbled back with a look of pain on his face, leaning on the newspapers piled up to the ceiling to catch his breath.

The brief glow dissipated and the room fell into darkness again.

That was just now

What he saw made even him feel horrified and breathing heavily!

Disasters descend from the sky, endless thunder lashes the earth, and the scene of doomsday for all living things is nothing but this!

His staggering steps suddenly became more vigorous. The old man walked to the window in a few steps and stared at the south in amazement.

Although he still has that weak and withered body, for some reason, it looks a little different from what others have seen. It seems like a touch of new green has quietly sprouted from the withered wooden pile at some point!

Even those dim eyes began to gather some sparkle!

It seemed that it took such a long time from the rising sun to the bright moon before the old man withdrew his gaze.

There was a silver plate at the door of the room, and the bread slices on it were hard and frozen in the low temperature.

Hoarse breathing echoed in the room, and his expression was as cloudy and uncertain as the sky over the sea. As he looked at this simple stone room that had been with him for half a century, his eyes seemed regretful, unwilling, and nostalgic.

"This is my life"

He finally said something.

All the events in the first half of his life had long since faded away like a dream, and his real life was just like this ugly room.

Occasionally, light shines in, but it always leaves in a hurry.

sough

He took slow steps towards the door. When he stepped over the stack of dry and cold bread slices, there seemed to be a sound of popping bubbles coming from the void.

The sound put him in a trance. In just a moment, he had stepped out of the prison of his soul. He no longer missed anything in the room, only taking away the pocket watch.

With a stooped body, he stepped down the tower step by step, holding on to the cold and biting wall.

He walked very slowly, as if he was reviewing his life.

Every time he went down a floor, he was always willing to stop for a while and look at the cobweb-covered castle.

The oil paint carved on the vault of the magnificent foyer on the first floor of the castle was already mottled and ugly. The old man looked at those words with a farewell look.

Just a step away, the sky seen from outside the castle seems to be brighter than from the tower, and it is no longer so desperate and depressing.

The ground was already covered with ice and snow up to his ankles, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife and was tearing away bones and eroding flesh, but he didn't feel the cold and walked slowly toward the courtyard door.

Click!

A cracking sound came from behind, and the old man stopped and squinted towards the castle.

'For the greater good'

On the majestic gate of the castle, the arrogant words that had been beaten by the wind and snow for half a century were no longer there. The stone bricks carrying it cracked into deep cracks, swallowing up the "greater".

For the sake of profit——

The old man's mouth moved and he laughed at himself.

This is the original appearance of this sentence.

He started walking forward again, and soon, his vicissitudes of life and thin back were swallowed up by the desolate wilderness.

Half a century later, Nurmengard lost its prisoner.

Thousands of candles suspended in mid-air turned the Great Hall of Hogwarts into a golden sea. The sorting ceremony ended with the climax of the cheers of the young wizards. At the staff table, the professors were also clapping. Palm.

"Slytherin has had a great harvest this year, hasn't it?"

Professor Flitwick said sharply. He turned his head and looked at Severus, who was a few seats away from him.

"I bet you'll be delighted, Severus!"

"I'm afraid this is nothing to be happy about, Filius."

With everyone watching, Severus said calmly,

"The more people there are, the greater the chance of encountering some hopeless children--"

"Oh, don't say that, Severus, every child has a unique talent, and the purpose of Hogwarts is to help them discover their talents-"

Professor McGonagall disagreed and said,

"Think about Mr. Longbottom. He's impressive now, isn't he?"

The corner of Severus' mouth twitched, and he glanced sideways at Dumbledore and Amosta, who were looking at him with smiles.

"Perhaps you haven't noticed that a room full of people are waiting to eat. If you two want to say something, please do it as soon as possible-"

"Ah, sorry, sorry-"

Dumbledore said with a smile, and his blue eyes fell on Amosta next to Severus.

"It's up to you to tell the students about this year's changes, Amosta——"

The professors were all used to it, and they looked at him eagerly.

"At your service, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta bowed and stood up slowly under the spotlight.

The lively auditorium suddenly became quiet, and all the innocent faces turned towards him.

"So, welcome our new students, welcome you to Hogwarts, and congratulate you on what may be the most exciting seven years of your lives - oh, and our old students, welcome back -"

Amosta's gentle smile,

"Before the feast begins, I would like to tell you some of the changes in Hogwarts this year. Ah, just a few words -" (End of Chapter)