The days at Hogwarts

Chapter 143 About the Sun and the World, No Comments
"Are you really not going to have dinner here?" Loren asked into the air with a regretful tone.

Before he finished speaking, he teleported away. It should be the incident at Hogwarts school. Dumbledore was in a hurry to go back to deal with the Ministry of Magic's inspection.

I hope the Ministry of Magic won't raid the Potions professor's office, otherwise, with the specimens of all kinds of magical creatures in the storage room, according to the new magical animal protection law, his beloved Snape should be sentenced to life indefinitely.

Thinking so, Loren stepped back into the house and closed the door leading to the backyard.Bates, sleeping on the sofa, let out a soothing purr that echoed throughout the living room.

Loren stopped and thought for a while, but in the end he didn't wake him up, and dragged a thin quilt over him.Loren simply eats some milk, bread and luncheon meat for dinner.

……

On a midsummer night in Paris, the Seine River meanders through the city, and the lights are reflected on the river, shining like a Milky Way shooting star.

A couple with grey-haired, thin limbs and an old-fashioned appearance walked on the banks of the Seine while supporting each other. Their steps were very slow. In the silver-white pockets of their clothes, a corner of the ticket stub of the Paris Opera was lying in it.

Tonight's play is "Faust".

The young man in a patched short jacket followed the old couple. He ran away from home with the dream of being an opera singer, but ended up selling the remaining tickets at the gate of the opera house.Now I am working hard for my dream.

He chirped and asked, "Hey, what are the identities of the two of you? He didn't say anything about the tickets, and he didn't know about the actors I know. There are people who have special cars to pick them up, what kind of connections do you have, can you tell me?"

The two old people were lingering at the entrance of the theater before the opening of the opera. The young man looked at them pitifully, and did not intend to sell the few tickets left. He wanted to give them away for free and invite them to watch a show for free.

In the end, the two didn't use his ticket at all, and they dragged him in together. The young man could only follow behind them in a daze.

The theater staff, who used to look at him with their nostrils, led them into the luxurious boxes with respectful expressions all the way.After listening to the whole opera, he is still a little dazed.

In any case, these two must help him talk to the theater.

The thin old man in silver and white clothes moved slowly, smelling the aroma of coffee on the street, and looking down at the lights on the river from time to time.

Because it is too strenuous for him to raise his head, if he is not careful, his neck or cervical spine will be broken.

The old man said slowly: "Don't follow us, we are just two ordinary old people."

The young man didn't give up, he still wanted to try again: "Please help me write a letter of recommendation, please, I will leave you two front-row tickets for every game in the future."

The old man in silver-white clothes smiled and said, "I can't listen to so many shows, I'm already very old."

"Please, the person you help will be in a great play like "Faust" in the future." The boy begged.

The corners of the mouth of the old woman who had been smiling softly next to her curled up, making her smile even more pleasant.I can't tell whether it's because the laughing boy is overthinking himself, or he feels good about this pure dream.

"Tell me, what is the story of Faust?" the old man asked softly.

The young man regained his spirit and thought it was a test for him, "Faust was a learned scholar in the 15th century. He longed for the mysteries of the universe and life, spent half his life studying, and was proficient in various knowledge, philosophy, law, and medicine. , theology, and even, most mysteriously, alchemy."

"When he was very old, he felt trapped in his body."

Having said that, the boy paused, looked at the two elderly people, and continued, "So he made a deal with the devil and drank the potion that can keep youth forever..."

The two old men moved slowly while listening to the young man explain the content of "Faust" in detail.

"...Faust realized it. The angel defeated the devil with the fire of love, and the heaven rescued Faust. The whole story is over." The young man smacked his lips, as if he still had something to say, and he felt that some subjective comments should be added.

Looking at the non-stop flow of the Seine, the old man asked, "Can you learn anything from it?"

The boy's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to say something about himself: "Faust's character design has the typical contradictions of medieval scholar characters..."

The old couple stopped at an open-air cafe by the street, sat down at a small table by the river, and ordered three cups of coffee.

During his youth, he kept expressing himself, trying to win the favor of these two extraordinary old people, "...Even with eternal youth, the chasm of desire is still difficult to satisfy."

He quietly glanced at the two old men who were sniffing coffee, and began to add his own personal stuff: "Every day we live, we should strive to pursue our dreams and freedom, and this is the real liberation."

The old man felt that the temperature of the coffee was right, so he took a sip and asked, "Is eternal life important?"

The young man smiled "hehe" and said, "If I say it's not important, it's definitely a lie. If I can choose eternal life, I will definitely not refuse."

He talked so much all the way, and he happened to be thirsty too.Picking up the coffee cup, I drank it in two sips, suddenly wanted to open it, and didn't ask for any letters of recommendation.

The boy put down his glass and sighed freely: "Don't talk about me, just like the two of you, don't you want to live for decades and listen to a few more "Faust" at this age?"

The old couple laughed when they heard this, and the old man in silver-white clothes and silver-white hair asked, "If I said that I have a very close relationship with Faust, what would you think?"

The young man savored the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, thinking that the two were teasing him, and laughed back: "Then are you close to Goethe, the original author of "Faust", and Gounod, the composer?"

The prototype of "Faust" is people in the 15th century. Goethe began to create this masterpiece in 1768. Charles Gounod composed the music for the opera. close.

The old man did not answer this question, and kept talking to the young man about the interpretation of "Faust", its creative background, and social trends.

The boy stopped asking for letters of recommendation, and just listened quietly, occasionally offering his own opinions.

Waiting until the old woman finished drinking the coffee, the old man in silver and white clothes stood up, smiled and said to the child in front of him: "I did get along with Goethe for a while, but the story I told him is not like this, That’s not the case with the first draft he showed me.”

Seemingly remembering something, the old man looked at his wife and asked suspiciously, "Did you tell Goethe to change Faust to what it is now?"

The old woman shook her head and said nothing, still with a gentle smile on her face.

The old man couldn't get an answer, so he looked at the young man and continued: "I lived in Germany more than 200 years ago, met Goethe, and told him the story of my searching the world, refining the Philosopher's Stone and the elixir of life. I don't know if he remembered it. How much content actually writes Faust like this.”

"But!" The silver-haired old man looked at the boy and said gently but firmly,

"It can be said that I am Faust."

The boy's eyes widened, and he froze in place in shock at the words.

After finishing speaking, the old couple disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only the warm coffee cup on the table and a letter of recommendation underneath, which proved that there were indeed such two people here just now.

……

An old man with a long white beard in a white robe with embroidered curls on the cuffs sails across the English Channel.

It's 1992, crossing the English Channel is easy, and there's no better way to travel from London to Paris than by ferry, train or plane.

But when he went to sea this time, he dragged his non-stop body and used apparition continuously.

As a commonly used spatial displacement magic, apparition is very suitable for short-distance travel, but too long teleportation distance will increase the pressure on the body, not only the danger of separation, but also the risk of being crushed.Therefore, wizards usually use Portkeys for journeys across borders.

But the old man felt that returning to Hogwarts Castle to take out the door key now would be slower than the current way of rushing.

The old man raised his old face, stared in the direction of Paris, and sighed, "Nico, are you really not going to leave a word?"

Along the route of St. Pancras Railway Station in London, all the way to Dover, 120 kilometers, non-stop flashing continuously.

Then he went out to sea from the port and crossed the English Channel. Every time he flashed to the sea, the gravity had no time to pull him into the sea, and then flashed out again.There wasn't even a drop of water on the white hem.

It takes less than half a minute to sail from the port of Dover to the port of Calais in northern France.This sensational speed, whether Muggles or wizards would look sideways, but the speed was so fast that no one saw it.

This is, the current Chief of the Wizengamot - Albus Dumbledore.

……

An old couple with silver-white hair and a thin and aged face appeared outside the magnificent manor castle and slowly walked in.

After refining the Philosopher's Stone, it is easy to smelt gold through mercury and metallic sodium.He used the gold to buy this manor.

At that time, like Faust, he had an endless lifespan, and he wanted to explore the mysteries and truths of the universe and the world, learn the knowledge of the world, and enjoy all the beauty in the world.This manor is extremely luxurious.

Travel all over the world, exchange and study with famous alchemists from all over the world.Make friends with outstanding Muggle characters, enlighten them with thoughts and knowledge blessed by a long time, and enjoy the feeling of being almost a creator.

Using alchemy to transform this place into what he imagined, delicate and profound.But he doesn't stay here permanently. Compared with this manor, the outside world is more attractive to him.

The more I enjoy the benefits of a long life, the more I cherish this dilapidated and aging body, and I dare not do anything out of the ordinary, and dare not damage a little.

It wasn't until decades ago that a Muggle, or No-Maj, found him, that he suddenly got out of the cage of life and found himself.

Nicole Flamel held Perenelle's arm tremblingly, and said with a smile, "It's a good thing you've been by my side, otherwise I wouldn't have survived long ago."

Perenelle is also old and trembling, but the smile on her face is still warm: "Wouldn't it be a pity to build and refine the manor for a lifetime and use it as a sarcophagus?"

Nicole Flamel gradually straightened his back, no longer caring whether his old bones could bear it.This action took a lot of effort, and he didn't speak clearly at first, and he had to rest for a while every time he uttered a few words:

"I, I am mature... steady, six... more than 600 years, willful once..."

Perenelle just smiled gently. Although he didn't say hello to anyone, not even Dumbledore and Beauxbatons, everything was arranged before he left, and the manor was left empty. Shell, this is not capricious.

The two old men walked to the gate of the manor with difficulty, turned around, faced outside, and leaned against the gate.

Crystal light gradually appeared on the walls of the entire manor, and the gaps in the brick walls were full of rune patterns and the base of the magic circle.The doors, windows, walls, and roof began to fluctuate and change, gradually shrinking and tightening, turning into a sarcophagus.

Nicole Flamel finished the last sentence: "What's the matter?"

After saying this, the two old men gently closed their eyes.

Dumbledore, who had just arrived in Paris, suddenly looked up. Just now, he suddenly couldn't remember where Nico's manor was.

He looked at the brightly lit city in front of him, at the river of stars and lights, and the Seine River carrying the laughter and laughter of the whole city, and sighed softly.

Fidelity Curse, the wizard who hides the secret is called the Secret Keeper.If the keeper chooses not to reveal the secret to anyone, once the keeper dies, the secret is kept forever.

In the deep blue night sky, the stars twinkle, the dark house is shrouded in shadow, the warm and bright yellow light sprinkles on the cobbled square outside the house, and the orange light shines on the tarpaulin outside the cafe .

The space flickered softly, and Dumbledore appeared under a tree next to an open-air coffee shop, and he came here following some kind of magical wave.

In the corner of the simply set up small table and chairs and stools, sat a dazed young man holding a scrawled letter.

The moment Dumbledore stared at the letter, a silvery-white light, invisible to Muggles, shot straight at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't dodge or dodge, letting the silver-white light beam hit and shatter into countless tiny flashes in front of him.

Nicole Flamel's voice sounded: "Tell Loren for me, I have nothing to say about the sun and the world."

Dumbledore watched the light gradually disappear, and repeated: "There is nothing to say about the sun and the world..."

Accompanied by the accompaniment of the orchestra, a deep and bright male voice sounded from the gramophone in the cafe:

He is ambitious, always looking far away
I also half understand my arrogance

He wants to claim the most beautiful star in the sky

And demands extreme debauchery on earth
……

I can say to this moment

you are so beautiful please stop

traces of my life
It will last for thousands of years without becoming obsolete

Now I have a premonition of sublime happiness

Enjoy this supreme moment
　I don't know if my friends who haven't read Faust have dyslexia. I feel that I have written the content of Faust as clearly as possible.

　　and! !Nico is really, really, really connected to Faust.

　　Ab has the original version of the opera.

　　Finally, I would like to kowtow to the reader who opened the automatic subscription. I will try my best to save the manuscript to prevent this kind of jamming incident from happening again.

　　Whispering bb: The number of words is calculated according to the first release, the reader is not at a loss

　　
　
(End of this chapter)