Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

In the endless darkness, Ralph drifted thoughtlessly. I don't know how long passed, it seemed like an instant, it seemed like a thousand years.

A ray of light suddenly appeared, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the world. The world in his eyes was strange and magnificent.

In the center of this world, there is a shadow of a young bird. The figure shrinks and shrinks, lights up and darkens, as if it is breathing.

Ralph knew that this was who he was.

Beside, stood an old male figure, with silver hair, gray temples, a face covered with wrinkles, and his eyes looking blankly ahead.

Time flies by without leaving any trace here.

The light in the old man's eyes gradually gathered and condensed into a beam. With a sudden shudder, he woke up.

Looking around blankly, 'Is this the world of the dead? Is she still waiting for me?'

He walked around curiously and found that if you walked into the white mist, you would walk out of the white mist on the other side.

He also noticed the baby bird in the center, with fluffy feathers and curled up, very cute.

However, he did not bother him.

As time passed, he discovered that the area here was only so large, and the "living life" was only him and the illusory baby bird.

He didn't know when he started to notice that his body was becoming more and more solid, and the shadow of the baby bird was becoming more and more illusory. Although it was still getting bigger, it was like a bubble that could be blown away by the wind.

, fortunately there is no wind here.

He looked at this little life with worry. Even if he died at the age of a hundred, he still could not let go of his emphasis on life.

I remember that when I was alive, my grandson always liked to raise some small fish or silkworm babies.

However, the child's enthusiasm comes and goes quickly. In the end, why don't you and your wife patiently raise them?

The same goes for my own children. I have a dog at home, but I don’t know how to take good care of it. In the end, I and my wife have to take care of it.

I really owe it to their family.

Recalling the past, the old man shook his head gently, his eyes full of longing.

He walked silently to the young bird, and his old hands gently brushed its illusory feathers.

Suddenly, he froze, and his whole hand stopped there, trembling.

It turns out that the "time travel" that his descendants often talk about actually happened to him, a dead person. Now, he needs to compete with a baby bird for a chance to live.

The old man sat on one side dejectedly, covering his face with his hands, full of pain.

Can't go back, can't go back.

After his wife left, his love for life was worse than his desire for death. Mo Hu's eyes made it impossible for him to see her clearly in the photo, so he had to wipe the photo with his wrinkled hands.

The tears in her eyes seemed to wash away the mold lake, making her clearer.

I really want to look at that face again, even if it is old and covered with wrinkles; I really want to hold that hand again, even if time has added ravines on it.

Your joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are all deeply remembered by me, but I would rather forget everything just to take a real look at you.

Just one glance!

The old man raised his head and looked at the sky, a sense of strangeness and fragmentation filling his heart.

Loneliness, ha! It’s the loneliness I haven’t seen for a long time again!

He looked at the baby bird, with an unprecedented softness in his eyes. This was the closest "person" to him in this strange world, a spiritual connection.

"Live well, I won't tell you my name, I won't tell you any of my experiences, just live in this world without any scruples. You will be happy."

After a person dies, does he still have the right to decide his own life and death?

I don't know, but this old man did give up his life.

There is nothing in this world that he misses, except the baby bird in front of him.

His body was slowly disintegrating, and starlight floated out of his body, floating above the baby bird, and suddenly exploded, scattering a riot of colors.

They gathered into clouds and mist, covering the young bird, and were sucked in and spit out by him as he shrank and shrank.

Watching the shadow of the young bird slowly solidify, a relieved smile appeared on the old man's face. The tradition of life and death that he had grown up with made it difficult for him to accept robbing a life in exchange for the continuation of his own life.

got windy.

The old man raised his illusory palm and felt the coolness of the wind. He smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Like sand and dust, like gems. He lost his form.

With the young bird as the center, fragments shining with different colors surround it, rotating like a planetary belt.

A little bit of pure white light emerged from the star wheel as it rotated, and was absorbed by the baby bird in the center.

Watching him grow up little by little, Ralph also knew the origin of his dreams.

The young bird in the middle is his soul, and the star wheels around the soul are the memories of the old man's life.

In his memory, there is information about this world, but it is incomplete.

But as the old man gave up his life, some essence of his soul also appeared in the star wheel.

These essences seem to resonate with heaven and earth, and the information conveyed by heaven and earth can be retrieved based on the incomplete content in memory.

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As the two interact more and more, the information in the old man's memory will be overwritten by the facts of the world.

That is to say, dream divination will become a real divination, rather than being deduced based on specious memories.

Ralph came back to his senses and looked at the kind old man in front of him.

"Are you still alive?"

The old man smiled happily and shook his head.

"I don't know either. I can only tell you that I can't go to the world of the dead for the time being. I'm also surprised that I can still wake up."

Looking at Ralph's complicated expression, the old man still smiled, touched his head, and patted him, and he turned back into a thunderbird.

"It's still comfortable to watch like this. It seems that I still have too much influence on you. You have to remember that you are a bird, not a human."

"Why do I think you are swearing?"

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, but that's the truth."

The old man was amused by Ralph's answer, and the baby in his arms opened his eyes wide, looking at Ralph who had transformed from a human into a thunderbird.

The two communicated, mostly with the old man comforting Ralph and asking him not to doubt his life because of him.

Seeing that Ralph's mood gradually eased, the old man still sighed inwardly. Some things are not so easy to think about once they are planted.

Fortunately, Ralph is not human and his mind is not so complicated.

Would a person who has truly died be willing to live again?

Anyway, the old man is unwilling. There is nothing in this world that he is deeply in love with.

"What are you concerned about?"

Ralph asked.

"care?"

The old man is lost in memories, his children can all take care of themselves, and his grandchildren don't need to worry about themselves.

What else?

As he thought, a light flashed in his heart, it was the country that gave birth to him and raised him!

"I want to know whether her people are happy and healthy, whether her footsteps have entered the sea of ​​stars, and whether she has ushered in a prosperous age for which countless people have worked hard for their entire lives?"

"Is it the east? I will go and see for you." Ralph said.

"No, no need. What I want to know is my motherland, the motherland where I was born and raised."

"My whole life has been ordinary and unremarkable."

The old man said, looking at Ralph.

"The only thing worthy of praise may be to give life back to you. Remember, it has always been yours, not a gift from me."