The magician of the fairy tale world

The girl opened a small door, Dorothy mustered up her courage, held the dog Toto, and followed her friends in.

They walked through a dark corridor together.

Everyone was nervous and excited.

"So, is Oz a real wizard?" Everyone asked one question after another and started discussing.

Only Aurora knew all the causes and consequences, and her face was very calm, and she did not participate in the chattering discussion.

They pushed open another door and entered an empty round room.

On the ceiling was a bright lamp made of emerald, shining like the sun in the sky. In the center of the room was a huge green marble throne, shining with brilliant gemstone light.

"Respected and great Oz, are you here?" Dorothy asked with courage.

She suddenly remembered what Magredo had said before.

"Oz will use magic to disguise himself in various forms, and he will hide behind the screen."

Dorothy glanced and found a screen in the corner of the room.

"Will Oz hide there? And come to see us in a false magic image?" she couldn't help thinking.

The Scarecrow had the same guess.

Dorothy walked to the screen in the corner of the room, wanting to see if there was anyone behind it. Unexpectedly, an old voice came from behind the throne:

"Yes, I'm here. I'm the Oz you're looking for."

A little old man walked out from behind the throne.

His skin was as dry as dry bark, he was short, and he didn't look majestic, but his face was very kind. He looked like a kind old man, which reminded Dorothy of her uncle and aunt far away in a foreign land.

"Are you Oz?" Everyone was stunned, "I thought you would be some kind of particularly terrible image!"

How could the great and terrible Oz be like this?

Oz shook his head:

"That's not necessary. Those images are just used to maintain majesty. I don't need to scare you. I just need to meet you with the most real image.

"In the future, I will also meet other people in the Emerald City with my real image. "

Hearing what Oz said, Dorothy suddenly had a lot of good feelings for the old man.

Oz is not scary at all, nor does he seem to be a liar. This king is different from what others say. Dorothy thought.

"Tell me why you came to visit me."

Oz clapped his hands while speaking and performed a magic.

The teapot on the table began to boil water by itself, and then flew into the air and brewed a cup of tea for everyone.

Such a scene stunned everyone.

"It's amazing!" exclaimed the Tin Man.

"You are worthy of being a great magician!" said the Scarecrow.

"Is this magic? This doesn't look like magic at all." Dorothy said.

She was very excited and was the first to speak. Facing the magician who showed magical powers, she said sincerely:

"Great Oz, I am Dorothy, the insignificant and gentle one. I want to go back to my hometown.

"My home is on the grassland of the Kingdom of Sas. My aunt and uncle are there. Your country is beautiful, but my aunt will be very worried if I haven't been home for so long.

"If you can send me back to my hometown directly, it would be great. If you don't want to help me, you can also take me to see my companion Aurora's teacher, the great magician Rhine. Aurora said that the great magician can take me back to my hometown."

Oz, the skinny old man, nodded peacefully:

"I will let the soldiers take you to see the great magician Rhine later.

"You may have heard of it on the way here. Rhine is also my teacher. He is a kind, merciful and wise sage.

"As far as I know, there is no magician greater and more knowledgeable than Rhine. He will definitely be able to send you home. "

Dorothy was delighted.

The great Oz was more approachable than she had imagined, and he agreed to her request directly, without making any difficulties or making any demands.

"The evil wizard named Maglido was really lying to us. Oz did not disguise himself as any terrible image to scare us, but was such an approachable and good man! How could he be a liar? "

The next person to come forward was the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow bowed deeply to Oz, trying to make his posture as perfect as possible, and then said:

"I am just a scarecrow, stuffed with straw, so I have no brain. I come to you to ask you to give me a brain, so that I can be like any other person in your land. "

Oz was obviously stunned when he heard the Scarecrow's request.

The short old man thought for a while and said:

"Making a good brain is not something that can be done immediately. I can't give you an excellent brain on the spot, it will definitely take some time. I believe that you must prefer a smart and wise brain, right? I don't want to fill your head with a dull and bad brain, or a brain full of bad thoughts. "

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"Of course, great Oz." The scarecrow thought Oz was right.

It is absolutely terrible to have a particularly bad or evil brain. He would rather Oz spend more time to make a brain that is more suitable for him.

"In that case, come see me tomorrow. I need to spend some time to make a wise brain for you - I can't guarantee that it will succeed."

After getting Oz's promise, the Scarecrow happily withdrew:

"Thank you, great Oz!"

Then the Tin Man came forward:

"I was originally a woodcutter, but I accidentally became a Tin Man. So I have no heart and can't feel love. Please give me a heart so that I can be like a normal person."

Oz asked: "You said you were an ordinary person before, with flesh and blood? Unlike your scarecrow friend."

"Absolutely true, great Oz."

"Then why did you become like this?" Oz asked curiously.

The Tin Man explained:

"I fell in love with a Munchkin girl and worked hard every day to marry her. But her mother was a lazy person. She didn't want to see her daughter get married so that she wouldn't be taken care of by her daughter.

"So, she sacrificed livestock to the powerful Witch of the East and let the Witch of the East curse me. My axe was cursed by an evil magic, and it chopped off my hands, legs, body and head again and again.

"The kind tinsmith saved me and rebuilt my current tin body for me.

"But I will never have a heart, so I can't love that girl."

Oz sighed. The skinny, short old man seemed to sympathize with the scarecrow's experience:

"That's really a sad thing."

Dorothy saw Oz's sincere sympathy and found that the king could empathize with her companions, and she liked the approachable wizard even more.

"Although Oz is not the same as the legend, there is one thing that is true, he is indeed a good wizard!" Dorothy thought.