Everyone has their own value, even if you live in the Dregs Cave, Azkaban, or the Horn of Africa, you shouldn't die a painful death because of your birth, and you shouldn't be decided because of the color of your skin or your talent, whether you can get into a magic school, or whether you want to be an elite magician of the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wizards who are bitten by the magical creature Star Beast will get a very strange disease, they are unwilling to communicate with others, they live in their own world, their souls seem to live in a world of their own construction, Rita Skeeter, an excellent reporter for the Daily Prophet, once broke the news that "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" Newt Scamander, the author of the Planet, was severely bitten by the Star Beast, and he was an addict who used the inspiration of the Star Beast's venom to write so many fantastic beasts that didn't actually exist.

Of course, Dumbledore had his own opinion on this, and he wrote the preface to the book Fantastic Beasts, calling it the most important book of the century in the wizarding world, as it reminds people that wizards are not alone, and that they have good companions like Fantastic Beasts. Rita Skeeter ridiculed Dumbledore for being dizzy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and Dumbledore replied lightly: "Nowadays, many magical creatures are on the verge of extinction, and the old and dizzy people can still see the cliffs in front of them, but some young people are blind to such a crisis, and they don't know who is blind." ”

But it seems that there are very few wizards who can protect magical beasts from practical actions, and most of the known magical beasts live in sparsely populated Africa, Australia, and there are a small number of survival reports in Muggle-populated places, but in general, wizards can raise magical animals, and Muggles can raise pet dog species - huskies, Chihuahuas, fox dogs, black shells... Uh--almost. There was a wizard who wanted to publish his research on owl species, but the black-hearted publisher devoted all his energy to Gilderoy Lockhart's new book, which is still far from being published.

Gildero, a former Ravenclaw cadet, was not very gifted with magic, and he was even a little bad. Living in a world where the law of the jungle and magic power is supreme, you know, the number of magic spells you master directly determines your popularity in school.

Severus Snape would have been bullied by the Gryffindor thorns if it weren't for his talent for magic. It's a pity that Gildelow is not only not talented, but also not very well-off. Such a student is doomed to a miserable life at school. Fortunately, after being pranked, Gilderoy began to change his mindset and realized that he was actually quite lucky, after all, he still had a school and a good lunch and dinner, which was much better than those wizards who lived in dangerous places of legend.

Out of an unspeakable mentality, Gildero, still in school, began to pay attention to the lives of wizards in remote areas, and he secretly went to the library to study the mysterious rumors - not wanting to be regarded as a freak or a squib, Gildelow had to be careful not to show any of his feet--- including ancient shamans in Africa, mystical Taoism in the Far East, and legendary ancient temples in the Americas.

At first, these things were only used by Gilderoy to relieve boredom, but later on, the Ravenclaw began to become fascinated by these secrets and legends. After graduating, Gildelow got some work, but unfortunately his magical talent was really not very good, and he looked foreign everywhere, you know, it's like when you graduate from a Muggle university in a daze, and you don't know what you're made of by an industrial machine, you have to work hard to make a screw.

By chance, Gildelow meets an old man who looks sloppy and dying. Gilderoy had just come out of a boring shop that day, and after a boring day's work, Gildero was ready to walk home to save money on Floo fans. Gildero, who was scolded by his boss, was thinking about whether to resign tomorrow, but thinking of his family's expectations, this job that was barely worthy of being a Hogwarts graduate, Gildero began to think about whether to take a leave of absence tomorrow instead, so that he could apparilate and go to the Irish grasslands for a back-to-nature picnic.

However, considering that perhaps the boss was waiting for this opportunity to fire him, the "worst graduate of Hogwarts", Gilderoy thought about his family's disappointed eyes if he really lost his job because he took a leave of absence. Suddenly, he tripped over something. Gildero, who had almost fallen, looked back and was about to curse, when he saw an old wizard in ragged clothes leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, his face wrinkled, and his face ashen, as if he was not dead.

Gildero, who was originally timid and scared, should have turned away immediately, but that day, somehow, the ghost sent God, and Gildero squatted beside the old wizard, and asked the old wizard with concern: "You seem to be dying, do you need something?" such as some bread, or a beer, it will make you feel better." ”

The old wizard opened his eyes, and to his astonishment he was completely white, in this case, he would have been blind for an ordinary wizard, but Gildelow could be sure that the old wizard could see him, and see it clearly.

"Child, you are so kind, indeed, I am about to leave this space and continue a new journey. It was a gift from heaven to be able to talk to a young wizard before that. The old wizard said hoarsely.

"Do you need bread? or a little wine, I can't help you get to St. Mungo's Hospital, our family is not a donor to St. Mungo's Hospital, and I don't have any money to pay for health insurance. ”

"Oh, child, I understand, but for a life like me, the hospital that heals the sick with strange spells and potions is no better than the Muggle doctors who the doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital look down on. You can rest assured, I just need someone to talk to me as the last trace of my departure from this space. ”

Gildelow tried to clean the old man's body with his wand, but the dark red marks seemed to have some strange magic and could not be removed.

"Don't waste it, you can't deal with those things. Son, just listen to me quietly. The old wizard seemed to have regained some of his spirits, but some ominous marks began to appear on the skin of his pale hands.

"Don't keep calling me child, child. It's been a long time since I graduated, and you call me that reminds me of the professors at the college. Gildelow did not look at the old man, as if he did not want to see this miserable scene too soon, as if his future had been destined to die quietly in some corner of the world like a wandering wizard.

"Oh, of course, of course, but your civilization is still a child. The old wizard smiled with difficulty, and instead of the slightest hint of harmony, it was as terrifying as a Halloween ghost mask.

"You old man, what do you know. The wizarding civilization has existed for I don't know how long, you are a dying old man, and you are not qualified to evaluate such a place. Gilderoy tried to turn a three-day flyer with a three-day pancake special into a teacup, but he failed, and the flyer turned into a strangely twisted paper cone.

"Oh, when I was young, I was just like you, full of complaints about life, no hope for the future, taking the care of relatives as a bondage, and taking touching love words as vulgar. ”

"One dark night, I left my homeland and embarked on a distant path, and began to travel all over the world I knew, I had seen the destruction of a civilization and the disintegration of a country, I had lived with a being for a long time, to observe his joys and sorrows, his birth, old age, sickness and death, and to have spent my time understanding the sunny skies of the Mediterranean, the snowy landscapes of Siberia, the eagles in the sky, and the algae beneath the deep sea. Now I am in shabby clothes, but my heart is calm and gentle. As I leave this point in time, thank you for accompanying me as I look back on my life of aimless wandering. Nowadays, although I have thousands of stories in my heart, it is as barren as a universe without traces of life, and the smiles of my family and the muttering of my lover are where I belong, and there is the universe I look forward to. ”

"What are you talking about? What a barrenness, what a return, I don't understand at all, you better close your eyes and recuperate, maybe you can live a minute longer. Although the old wizard's words slipped into singing as he spoke, Gilderoy was not moved in the slightest, in his subconscious, he was just an inconspicuous loser, and no one would want to listen to such encouraging memories of others' life - who would listen to the testimonials of a loser.

"You're not a good listener, so you're not going to be a big guy in the future. The corners of the old wizard's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but from the dirty cheeks and yellowed front teeth, Gildelow did not see any meaning of laughter.

"I know, I knew I wasn't going to be a big guy, I don't need to be reminded of that. After a few more attempts to turn the leaflet into a cup, Gildero sat down beside the old wizard in exhaustion, the ground was cold, the wall behind him was hard, and Gilderoy was very uncomfortable.

It was getting late, the night breeze was cold, some garbage was dancing in the wind, the dim gas light was shining through the shop window, and the occasional flash of green was the color of Floo Pink. No one pays attention to the two losers, people rush by, wizards don't need to walk to and from work, they have Floo fans, and they can apparition. Magic makes the life of wizards magical, and at the same time, it also makes them indifferent and accustomed to living in seclusion.

"Big man?!" the old wizard muttered, not knowing what he wanted to express, he raised his head slightly, looked at the diamond-like stars in the blue velvety sky, and said softly but firmly: "I miss you so much at this time, my love, how much I want to share with you my sadness and emotion at this moment. But don't worry, I'm going back soon, my family lovers, waiting for me. ”

"I also want to have a lover like this, but unfortunately my family never listens to me seriously, I don't have much say in the family, it's always been like this. At Hogwarts, you know, our best wizarding school, where you are judged by your background and grades, I was ignored like a shadow in the hallway, and now that I have graduated, I feel like a bird, not real. As a kid I thought..."

"Ahem," the old wizard's cough interrupted Gildero's memories, "Please forgive me, I can't follow you at this time, watch your life to the end, as you can see, my time is running out, meeting is fate, I have nothing to give you, I can only give you the barren beauty in my mind, as for those stories, I would have liked to give you some too, but I am afraid that it will be too shocking and will harm you." Only these beautiful scenery, the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, send to you, if you can meet a close friend, these will become your inexhaustible wealth in the future. ”

"What are you talking about? You weird old man, you... What's wrong with you?" Gilderoy hurriedly looked at the old wizard, the white puff in the old wizard's eyes quickly turned into a white mist, a little bit of darkness like a needle appeared from the middle of his eyes, quickly spread, less than a minute, the darkness filled the old man's eyes, Gildero's mind was lost, it seemed that a moment passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed, and when Gildero came back from those magnificent and gorgeous landscapes, the old man in front of him had stopped breathing, closed his eyes, and refused the light forever.

To become a famous wizard, Gildelow never thought about it. Years later, when he was the focus of the Hogwarts Wizarding Reunion, he recalled that night, as if the cold night breeze was still lingering around him. Gildero remembered the old wizard's words vividly, even though he didn't understand a word at the time.

Years later, when Gilderoy plundered his stories in another horrific way and embedded them in the gifts given to him by the old wizards, Gilderoy Lockhart was a great success.

These have something to do with the old wizard, but there are not many, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there is no beloved character, and it is also a barrenness. What really decided that Gildelow became what Gildero is today, Gildero has always believed that it is because he does not want to be like the old wizard that night, lonely, obscure, worthless, turned into a meteor and left this world.

The knock on the door interrupted Gildero's musings, and although he was extremely frightened, for the sake of his reputation, for the sake of not so shameful death, Gildero used the greedy excuse to convince himself to stay at Hogwarts, and find a way to get a wonderful story, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, he will be as famous as Dumbledore!

Leaving his desk, Gilderoy smiled and tightened his golden cloak to make sure his endorsement wig was in the right place, and he walked to the office door, gently opening the wooden door. (To be continued.) )