The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

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It snowed a lot last night. When I woke up early the next morning, the sun was shining and the snow melted.

After the little wizards finished breakfast, they hurried to their respective classrooms, and the new day started quietly.

Everything seems to have not changed, and everything seems to have changed a lot.

Dumbledore returned to the position of headmaster, and this time no school director dared to come out and make a fool of himself.

Even though there is actually a 'Dumbledore Conspiracy' all over the world, which puts a lot of pressure on Dumbledore, but the school directors, um, especially the Death Eaters inside, are all too aware of what happened. what.

Lord Dark Lord really came back, but before he could make any waves, he was suppressed by the old principal.

How terrifying this is.

This is Dumbledore's era, and it can only be his era. All the unwillingness and restlessness can only be stuffed into the shadows, daring not to show any light.

In particular, the old manager of the school, who completely hid in the castle to start his health, tried to live longer than Dumbledore.

Yes, as long as Dumbledore is dead, he can only wait for him to die.

By then, it should be the era of the Dark Lord, right?

Then grit your teeth and endure it.

Until then...

"Be quiet!" Anton patted the little snake on the head lightly, stuffed it into the leather pocket, and walked out of the dormitory with the textbook.

Walk up the stone steps of the castle.

A battle broke out here yesterday, and it was repaired in the "restore as usual" magic. Maybe it was also destroyed by various magics a long time ago, but it still maintains the appearance of the school.

But if you look closely, you can always find traces of the passage of time.

The mottled handrails have rusted stones and iron rivets inlaid slightly, and there are walls eroded by smoke and fire in the long world, and all the changes are quietly engraved on the stone walls.

And these, the 'recovery as before' spell did not work.

Magic interferes with reality, and reality interferes with reality. When everything is intertwined, concepts are often blurred.

Anton stopped suddenly, stared at the stone wall, tilted his head, and carefully felt the magic of time, the magic of nature.

Everything he has experienced during this time is telling him the influence of magic on wizards.

But he always insisted on what the old wizard taught him - a wizard is a god, and his will decides everything.

Magic, should not have an effect on wizards, as long as our will is strong enough.

So, does that ray of sunshine in your heart represent your inner will?

Just like this stone wall, the destruction of the battle cannot affect it, but it can affect itself. Our hearts, our emotions, our wills, and ourselves change over time.

So, does this "ray of sunshine" protect the will of yesterday, or the will of this changing?

This is an interesting thought.

He didn't know why he thought of this.

Maybe his learning has reached a tipping point, didn't he, as he found out in McGonagall's Transfiguration class about turning birds into cups.

And then he got so many Dumbledore papers, and he's been working on it for so long, it's overdue to go further.

Anton stretched out his palm gently, looked at the ray of sunshine in between, and smiled slightly.

"Are you reminding me again?"

Now that the dust has settled, it's time to start taking a step forward. Not just this magic, as if the whole world was telling him this interesting thing.

With a smile on his lips, he walked up to the stairs with a smile, swaying up and down in mid-air with the moving stairs.

Anton likes magic.

He believes that many people are like this, so fanatical about this surreal superpower.

In his previous life, he would read novels, movies, and comics, and sometimes he would sweep the floor with a broom. When he was alone, he would sometimes wave the broom and say "jiujiujiu" in his mouth.

He would also raise his arm extremely in the middle of the second, and put his fingers in a gesture he thought was cool, staring at the Coke bottle next to the computer screen, imagining that it would automatically float in front of him in the next moment.

"Hey, Anton, if you don't leave, you'll be late." Draco stood on the opposite stairs, looking at Anton who suddenly became nervous, not knowing why.

At this time, the stairs were sinking, Anton looked up at him and smiled.

He took a sharp step forward.

In front of it is an empty staircase patio!

Anton just fell straight down.

"Merlin's beard." Draco lunged at him, grabbing the railing and looking down.

call out!

Anton's wizard robe danced, riding the wind, flying upwards like a rocket, and swerved sharply before hitting another staircase.

In this way, he danced left and right at the stair patio, scaring the little wizards around him to scream.

“Wuhu~~~”

With a flick of the wizard's robe, he turned his direction in mid-air and rushed into a stone corridor.

All the little wizards screamed in surprise, and Professor Flitwick on another staircase exclaimed, "Great floating spell!"

If it's our inner desires that drive magic.

Anton suddenly understood why he liked these magics.

Because of all his fantasies about magic in his previous life, the movies, TV series, novels, short videos, comics, games he played in his previous life, etc., all created his fantasies about magic.

But not all.

After all, no matter what medium it is, the most powerful ones are full of violence, destruction, and destruction.

As if the image of destroying a building would be more cool than destroying the door.

Anton doesn't think so. He has no vision for killing. He longs for freedom, complexity and change, and everything he has never seen but interesting.

and this,

It is his will.

That is, condensing everything that a ray of sunshine represents.

"Maybe…"

Anton smiled and stopped at the door of the classroom, "The hut needs new products."

He suddenly had a great idea.

…

This class was a potions class, and Anton would expect a new look from Snape to appear in front of everyone.

It didn't take long for the Slytherin and Gryffindor students to arrive.

pat.

pat.

Snape walked in.

It was still a black magic robe as loose as a big bat, and still had half-length hair. Although it seemed to have become much smoother after washing, it still had that faint look.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Everything seemed to have quietly changed.

Originally empty eyes, UU reading www.uukanshu.com began to become vivid, with a trace of serenity and a trace of deepness, like a pool of unseen lake water.

There are not many little wizards who can feel this change. This is a silent change, more delicate.

Anton picked it up and stared at his dean with interest.

He saw in Snape's soul an air of dead wood in the spring, with an inexplicable vitality, no, not the kind of vitality in summer, but the rustling commotion of autumn leaves.

Obviously, after experiencing emotions, wars, life and death, the 32-year-old man has settled into a bottle of old wine.

He can be mellow, but it is true that time has taken away the vitality of young people.

"Anton once came to my office and asked me what the meaning of magic was."

Snape stared at all the little wizards, his eyes were no longer the sharp eyes of an eagle's hunting eyes, but the cold, soft waves of water.

As if possessed by magic, the eyes flickered,

All the little wizards who were still very excited in the atmosphere of yesterday's battle quieted down.

"I told him that magic means different things to everyone."

He turned around and waved his wand, and a potion formula appeared on the blackboard, "Today we're going to learn a new potion, the Potion of True Knowledge."

"The faint-hearted drink, and they will feel the most feared thing in life."

"The brave drink it, and they will know how to change themselves."

"A fool who drinks, will be lost in the guidance of magic."

"The wise drink, and will understand the next path."

"The main ingredient of this potion..." Snape turned his head to look into Harry's eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It's the forget-me-not flower."