Side Story 8
Gidro graduated half a year early because Anna had broken his heart, and because he needed to go back to his hometown to take care of old Lockhart's funeral.
Gidro had imagined no less than a hundred ways old Lockhart could have died, but he had never imagined that the big drunkard would die at the hands of his thin and frail wife.
To be precise, not at the hands.
Mrs. Lockhart had only managed to avoid one of his punches.
Mr Lockhart had fallen down the stairs by himself. Gidro had thought about it for a long time during the funeral, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was completely reasonable, so reasonable that there was no need to be sad about it.
And when he was hesitating whether he should say a few words of comfort to his mother,
He found that Mrs Lockhart had hidden herself in the storeroom again,
She held a broken stick in her hands and muttered, "He broke my wand … he broke my wand …"
Gidro paused for a moment, then handed his wand to his mother, and said gently, "Mother, your wand is here!"
"Wand... wand?" Mrs Lockhart clenched Gidro's wand,
And smiled like a child.
And Gidro knew that she had finally gone mad.
In the year that Gidro Lockhart turned seventeen, he finished his studies, buried his father in the ground, learned how to soothe his mother's emotions, and took off his wizard's robe.
He began to be a street performer.
A liar, an unemployed man. What he learned in six and a half years was just enough to confuse the eyes of fifty percent of the Muggles. The scattered coins in his broken hat were just enough for him to support Mrs Lockhart, and the extra was enough for him to buy a bottle of Daydream.
Before he won the Most Charming Smile Award, Gidro was better at showing an honest and harmless smirk, which distinguished him from Ravenclaw, from the magical world, and helped him fit in better in the town. Gradually, people came to invite him to a pub talk or a fishing trip.
It was when he was hesitating whether to respond to such an invitation that he met the girl.
At that time, he was stuffed with rabbits and pigeons, with dozens of handkerchiefs hidden in his sleeves. He was showing passersby how to turn ten iron rings into one. Although the audience was rarer than the clouds in the sky, she was one of them.
Now that he thought about it, the girl should be two or three years older than Lockhart. However, her light blonde braids, the serious expression she had when she was watching the performance, and the brilliance in her eyes when the performance ended made her look more like an underage girl than a mature young lady.
Gidro put a dove into the girl's straw hat, and the girl, after a moment of astonishment, laughed like the clear weather.
After that, the weather seemed to be good. Gidro accompanied the girl to walk around the small town and the surrounding hills. According to the girl, she was a writer who came to seek inspiration.
"Gidro, I'm here to find stories." The girl's light green eyes often shone with a mysterious light. "I'm here to find the stories that have been left behind in every corner of the world, the sad past that has been forgotten by people, and the legends that have been diluted by time."
Gidro giggled as if he didn't fully understand. "Where can I find it?"
The girl also laughed, quietly and happily. "Actually, I don't have to look for it. The story will find me on its own. See, didn't you find me? "
On a warm grassland, while a group of goats were grazing quietly not far away, Gidro told the girl the story of Locke and Anna. The girl listened attentively. There were no freckles on her fair face, and her light blue blouse and white skirt were like a small piece of the sky lying on the grassland.
The days that followed were like a dream.
The girl knocked on Gidro's door in the middle of the night and took him to wander the streets filled with dreams. Sometimes, she would knock on a wooden door that was still lit, and there was often a wrinkled face waiting for them with a story. Occasionally, there would be a cup of hot tea, but most of the time, there were only tears.
Or perhaps, the girl would hold her breath and drag Gidro into the sea with her. She would ride a seal or dolphin to search for corpses buried in seaweed and gravel. She would knock on their skulls and fiddle with their ribs. A hoarse male voice would sound and tell them about the past related to the waves.
Or perhaps, the girl wouldn't go out. She would light a bonfire in the cave on the cliff where she lived. The sea breeze would come by itself, and the wind would always carry a message or two. The girl would catch it with a conch and put it in a bowl of water.
We will ride away alone and cry under the stars in Wales.
The darkness is blind with tears, too fragile to be tasted.
Forgetfulness is as terrible as love, as dark as blindness.
The children in the darkness can't get wings. We know that we can't get wings.
The rose of time cries out in conspiracy.
No one speaks but death.
… …
The girl said that these voices came from the past, present, and future. They floated in the wind for a long time, waiting to be caught by a conch and heard by a certain ear.
"And then?" Gidro heard himself ask.
The girl was still laughing quietly. "And then they are heard," she said. "They should be heard."
How wonderful these days of mysterious wandering were! So wonderful that Gidro had no doubt that the girl came from another world — a world full of magic. He liked to listen to the girl talk, to the doors that were knocked open, to the stories that were warm or sad.
The stories! Gidro watched excitedly as the girl used her wand to extract the stories from her mind, turning them into a cup of glowing nectar. Then she poured them into a pot of boiling chocolate. When the chocolate had cooled in the mold, it could be wrapped in foil and turned into chocolate balls.
Gidro sometimes wondered if he would be treasured in one of the chocolate balls.
"Why is that chocolate ball so strange?" He pointed to one of the chocolate balls in the box. The other chocolate balls were all standard balls, but that one was crooked and strangely shaped, as if it had been randomly molded.
The girl picked up the chocolate and looked at it. She smiled and sighed. "Probably because the story is so strange."
Gidro felt that it might be the girl's own story. Speaking of which, he still did not know the girl's name.
Before Gidro had the courage to ask about the girl's origin, the rumor that the boy of the Lockhart family had been bewitched by a crazy woman from outside the town had spread all over the town. It even flew into the ears of Mrs. Lockhart, who was not very bright anymore. The old woman was rarely sober. She sat in front of the gate and scolded her son to the sea. "He has been bewitched!"
Gidro ran directly away from Mrs. Lockhart's voice and sight, fleeing to the girl and her world.
But the girl was preparing to leave.
"Why?" Gidro did not think the girl was leaving because of the gossip.
And the reason was so simple that it made Gidro embarrassed.
"My vacation is over, Gidro." The girl smiled quietly and blushed. "I'm going back to get married."
The girl said that there was a silly man in her hometown waiting for her to go back and get married.
Why isn't this a flag? Gidro thought to himself.
But the girl would be happy in the end. All of this was written clearly in her smile. She would marry the person she loved, then give birth to two or three children, and write a honey story by the fire.
And Gidro Lockhart, a clown, a liar, an unemployed person, a useless person …
"Gidro, these, I'll leave them to you." The girl interrupted Gidro's depression and handed him the box full of chocolate balls.
"For me?"
The girl smiled. "You like these stories, don't you? Then, it's best to entrust them to you. You'll help me write them. "
"Write … these stories?" Gidro was dumbfounded again. "And then?"
"You're so stupid. Then they can be heard! "
On the day the girl left, it began to rain in the town again. Only the familiar smile still had a sunny taste. Gidro only thought that the rain was to set off his mood. At that time, he did not know that the girl was going back to participate in a war, and he did not realize that the war had already burned to the border between the two worlds.
He did not know that the instructions the girl left behind had the meaning of entrusting him.
Gidro Lockhart, who remained in the town for three years afterwards, as a fool, a madman, and a good-for-nothing, left it for ever, after burying Madame Lockhart, with the box and his disreputable reputation.
After that, he learned how to take care of his blond curly hair and how to show the most charming smile. Oh, he also lost twenty pounds and got rid of his bad figure. He became a charming best-selling author.
Although his magic power was still low.
Even though he had never sold the story in the box.
Those stories about girls never sold well.
Gidro thought that it was because of himself. Look, what kind of clown had he become in the end? And how could a glittering clown write the story that the girl wanted?
He betrayed his friend.
"Mr. Gidro Lockhart, this is Hogwarts. We are looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Are you interested in applying? Kamia Lovegood. "
Gidro saw this letter from a large pile of fan letters. After being stunned for a moment, the charming smile returned to the corners of his mouth again.
"Of course, it's my pleasure."
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