Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, and according to rumors, Professor Flitwick was so short because he was half elven. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Professor Flitwick is reluctant to talk about his origins, he is now a professor at Hogwarts and the current head of Ravenclaw House, and no one is interested in talking about his birth and lineage.

The goblins now hold the economic lifeblood of the wizarding world, and everyone knows that. But no wizard admits that goblins control the entire wizarding world.

The politics of the Golden Galleon have not completely eroded this wizarding world, but with the decline of wizards' abilities, the trend is becoming more and more obvious: if you master the Golden Gallon, you will have the power. The Dark Lord went against the current, wanting to rule the world with powerful witchcraft, completely against the tide, and was finally defeated by the wizards who were obsessed with comfort, and I have to say that Jin Gallon also played a big role in it. Nowadays, pure power theories like the Dark Lord are becoming less and less marketable.

The chalk was automatically written in beautiful font on the blackboard behind Professor Flitwick, and Professor Flitwick explained in front of him, to be honest, Flitwick was a good professor, and his lessons were not too difficult to understand, but the spell class was like Muggle math and required too much practice. When it was time for the class to end, Flitwick abruptly stopped lecturing and announced an important decision instead.

"In view of the well-known sad event, the school decided to prepare a Christmas program on the night before the start of the Christmas holidays, that is, the night before everyone left the school, and the principal and professors would select a script from many scripts that everyone would play together, and after some rehearsal, it would be performed in the school auditorium the night before the Christmas holidays. If you are interested, you can apply for registration, now we are short of actors and backstage staff, and the registration deadline is midnight today. ”

The students looked at each other, not understanding what Professor Flitwick was saying. Wizards rarely like to watch plays, of course they can understand the word script, and even some learned little wizards know the corresponding situation of this word, but the students do not understand the meaning of the whole sentence that Professor Flitwick said, it seems that all the students have to participate in an activity, and the name of this activity is: Drama?

"Maybe you don't quite understand what this event means, but the headmaster's genius idea is very reasonable. And I agree with the Rector, who thinks that such activities will help to heal the wounds in your hearts and ease the tension in your hearts. If you don't have any particular reason, I hope that in the last part of the semester, everyone will be able to devote themselves to this drama rehearsal. Personally, I've been persuaded by Professor Dumbledore to be ready for an interesting role in this play. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and explained to all the students. The main force of this drama is to rely on these junior students, who are more enthusiastic and more suitable.

"Professor, may I ask, what is the name?" asked a Ravenclaw student.

"I think everyone should be familiar with this story, this story comes from the story of the poet Bedou, and the name is "The Story of the Three Brothers". If you haven't read this story, you can ask those who have read it, the story is very simple, of course, you can also go to the library to borrow this book, I don't think Mrs. Pince listed this book in the list of magical forbidden books. Okay, that's all for today, I hope you sign up as soon as possible, not only to be an actor, but also to be a background, okay, let's get out of class. ”

Professor Flitwick's words undoubtedly caused a stir among all the students: it had never happened before that Hogwarts School had to rehearse a play, but a poet's fairy tale, and even in the history of Hogwarts schools, such a cultural event was rare. Hogwarts School is not an art school, and the students' extracurricular activities are not as lofty as music appreciation or art, but Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are fond of drawing, Harry has painted a portrait of his owl Hedwig, and Ron himself has painted his pet mouse. The various magical paintings on the walls of Hogwarts School were painted by powerful wizards.

However, Hogwarts did not offer painting classes, nor did it have music classes. Dumbledore was a lover of chamber music, and the singing of the school song was a long-standing fixture at the Hogwarts School Opening Dinner. Rehearsing a play was too new for these young wizards. Xie An was also greatly surprised when he heard such a decision, and praised Dumbledore's open-mindedness.

Just think about it, use the powerful witchcraft in the drama, you know what a gorgeous show it is: any set can be made real by means of transfiguration, any monster can be summoned, the light and shadow design, the smoke, the sound processing, as long as you can master the corresponding magic, such a gorgeous performance, will bring a fantastic enjoyment.

But Xie An couldn't help but feel a little worried when he thought of Dumbledore's other terrifying ability.

"Is mapping the memories of the transplant scene also one of the skills mastered by the Master of Regent Mindfulness?" Xie An couldn't help but ask Hermione. You have the feeling that life is like a play, in fact, because a powerful wizard has modified your memory, and such a terrible truth is not so easy to accept.

"Of course, legend has it that the most powerful of the Dementors can keep wizards in illusions forever, and the Dark Lord himself is fond of invading the brains of his enemies and driving them crazy by constantly creating terrible memories. Hermione also said with some eagerness that Hermione, who was born in a middle-class family, has been a drama fan since she was a child, and she and her parents have seen those classical and gorgeous performances.

"How many wizards have such a terrifying skill?" Xie An couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"It's not for sure, many wizards are reluctant to reveal their magical abilities. However, there are very few wizards who can really master such skills, and it may only be a few hundred years before one appears. Hermione said with some uncertainty.

"Dumbledore and the Dark Lord are both good at this skill, they are not wizards hundreds of years apart. If Gellert Grindelwald also has such a terrifying ability, then this ability is not rare. Xie An thought thoughtfully. He couldn't cultivate the Dementor Mind, and sealing the hell picture in his mind had already consumed too much of Xie An's strength, and if he was lost in other people's memories, Xie An suspected that he would go crazy directly.

Hermione clearly understood what Shean was worried about, and the excitement and anticipation that had just arisen because of the drama quickly cooled down. Xie An thought for a while, but said with a smile: "Do you know this story? The story of the three brothers?" Xie An didn't want to let himself worry about infecting Hermione, but chose not to think about these things for the time being.

"You know, it's about how the Grim Reaper tried to kill the three brothers, haven't you heard of it? Isn't your family a wizarding family, haven't you seen it since you were a child?" asked Hermione strangely.

"I really haven't heard this story, and I haven't heard of the poet Bean. Isn't it the duty of death to spread death, and it seems that there is something special about these three brothers who can fight against death. Xie An doesn't feel that he has anything to be ashamed of, there are many fairy tales in this world, as a Chinese, it is not a loss that you don't know the fairy tales of an ancient and distant country, and similarly, as a warrior, you don't have a childhood, maybe you can guarantee that you can live.

"Well, in fact, there is nothing special, that is, the three brothers have mastered the magic and have begun to fantasize about fighting against death. This story is about the three brothers who met the Grim Reaper, and they used magic to offend the Grim Reaper, who was very angry and worried about the witchcraft mastered by the three brothers, fearing that they would really be able to use this witchcraft in the future to fight against the rules of death ruled by the Grim Reaper and gain eternal life. So the Grim Reaper decided to make the three brothers afraid of their mastery of witchcraft and voluntarily give up this newfound ability. The Grim Reaper has come up with a way to exploit the desires of the three wizards and make them afraid of the sorcery they have mastered. Hermione explained the story as she watched Shayne's reaction.

"It sounds like a story like the Tower of Babel. Xie An responded lightly.

"There's something different about this story, you hear me finish. The Grim Reaper pretended to be angry and warned them not to use witchcraft to change the rules of death, otherwise they would all be in big trouble. The three brothers had just escaped from drowning with magic, and they cared about the threat of death, and the three mocked him contemptuously, claiming that they had mastered a magic spell that the god of death did not know, and that they would definitely break the rules of death and gain eternal life in the future. The Grim Reaper mocked the trio with contempt, mocking them for being too naïve to know that their so-called witchcraft was the reason for their short lives. The three brothers looked at each other, and finally stared at the Grim Reaper, not believing the Grim Reaper's words at all. Then the Grim Reaper said: Since you think you can defeat death through magic, then I will give you a magical ability that you want but do not have, we bet, if you have this magical ability, you can really live forever, then count me as losing, from now on I will never care about you, if you have mastered the coveted magical ability, and in the end you still cannot escape death, then you must sacrifice your soul to me, and stay in the realm of death forever. Hermione continued.

"It's kind of funny, the Grim Reaper wants to make the three brothers give up their pursuit of magic and witchcraft in this way. Xie An thought for a while and smiled.

Hermione smiled as well, and continued, "The three brothers don't know the purpose of the Grim Reaper, and the three brothers who have just mastered magic are not sure that what this stern magic king said is all wrong. The three brothers looked at each other and came to an agreement, they agreed to bet on death. The Grim Reaper looked at the three of them solemnly and asked them to choose a magic of their dreams. The eldest is an admirer of strength, thinking that absolute power can defeat everything, so he chose a weapon wand that can defeat all witchcraft; the second is more witty, he is not a complete powerist, after careful thinking, the second child decided to directly choose the treasure that can bring people back from the dead, so that whether it is himself or others, they can escape the rules of death; the third child has been paying attention to the expression of the god of death, and found that the god of death gave the eldest brother a weapon with a contemptuous face, and when he gave the second brother a treasure, the third child who was good at observation and thinking firmly believed that the choice of the two brothers probably did not escape the expectation of death, in other words, the god of death can be sure that they will both fail。 ”

"The Boss is a warrior, but he doesn't understand the true meaning of power. Although the second child seems to be smarter, he does not understand the true meaning of death. Xie An said as he listened.

"And if it were you, what would you wish for Death?" asked Hermione suddenly.

This question stunned Xie An. He fell into deep thought for a moment. There was once a joke that the secret to longevity is to keep breathing forever. The second child chose the treasure that can resurrect life, but he didn't expect that sometimes, death is a relief. Life is unbearable, but death is not. The two brothers, who didn't understand what death was and what it was, chose to defeat death in front of them and regard death as their enemy.

Xie An couldn't help but go deep into the picture of hell, where death was as natural as breathing, people were numb and carnival, never planning for their future, their comrades were eager for a brilliant and magnificent burn, they embraced death, like a happy rest after a day of farming.

Hermione stared at Shea, and Hermione had wondered what she wanted if she could make a wish to the gods.

"The sorcerer's arrogant duty for the gods, claiming that they can only make ridiculous wishes to death about life and death, and if death agrees with me to make a wish to him, I hope that this world will never be destroyed, that all people will be happy, that everyone can be reborn after death, and that every memory can be preserved forever in the river of time. Xie An muttered in a low voice.

Hermione quietly listened to Xie An's words and smiled lightly: "Even if the gods are just the imagination of wizards, it may not be bad. But what you are talking about, I am afraid that the all-knowing and all-powerful God of Creation cannot do. ”

Xie An was a little depressed, and he was not interested in saying anything, the life of a wizard is also endless, even a powerful witch like Morgan Le Fay is unwilling to gradually drown in the long river of time with infinite resentment.

If you can't live as long as a big chun, you have to be as gorgeous as a summer flower.

"If death gives me such a chance, I hope to gain the ability to give meaning to every second of time I have. Hermione looked wistfully out of the classroom window, where the afternoon sun shone through the window and the classroom was already clean.

Looking at the tiny dust flying freely in the sun, Xie An seemed to see the so-called fate.

"Make every second count, haha, Hermione, you're more greedy than I am. Well, let's stop talking about that. Let's go, there's a Quidditch game in the afternoon, and Autumn will be playing today, so let's go cheer her on. Xie An was the first to break the silence, suppressing the destructive intent in the center, and instead said happily.

"Okay, but you haven't finished telling the story yet, don't you want to know what the third child chooses?"

"I wanted to know, but after thinking about it, I was actually curious about what the Grim Reaper would wish for him. Xie An smiled, and couldn't help but think of the cute shrine maiden in a beautiful kimono who was ferrying hell on her behalf. (To be continued.) )