(Harry's Own Story)
It's a bit difficult for me to fully recall what happened on Halloween.
But for the time being, he could use a pumpkin pie at breakfast to start things off. I was sitting next to Ron, opposite me was Drac, and opposite Ron was Pansy.
The table between us was filled with a hearty breakfast prepared by the house elves for the holiday.
We were discussing whether or not we should have another rehearsal before lunch, and Ron and Derek were having a disagreement about it.
I didn't say anything.
I choked on a mouthful of pumpkin pie.
Pansy was handing me pumpkin juice.
Just then,
I reached out and touched the cold glass.
When Ron and Drac were about to argue, Ginny and Luna walked into the dining room.
The boys stopped arguing and began to deal with the food they almost let down.
I was surprised to see that the two girls seemed to have made up, and Ginny's smile seemed to come from the bottom of her heart.
Then I said, "Hey,
Ginny, sit here! "I pointed to the seat next to me.
Ginny sat down next to me.
Luna sat opposite her, and after a casual greeting, they began to talk about the weather. The weather was very simple, it was sunny, and there were no clouds in the sky. So after a while, everyone began to talk about the same topic. Ron blushed and said that we could have a rehearsal in the theater this morning because the other three groups had already done it. And, he said, "I asked around, the other groups didn't book a stage." It seemed that he was very concerned, at least more concerned than I was. I had finished the food on my plate, so I could carefully observe everyone at the table. For example, Drac was impatiently poking the potato chips in front of him. His eyebrows were furrowed. He didn't look at Ron when he spoke, and even switched to a slow tone. "So, when everyone is preparing to recharge their energy, you're suggesting that we waste our energy?" Ron was irritated, but he didn't want to argue with Drac. He turned to me and asked, "Harry?"
I hesitated. I needed an opportunity, but not now. It was too early, enough time for someone to turn the situation around. So I said, "Um … I think, is the performance making us too nervous?" No one answered, but the tense atmosphere that had been shrouding the table became even more obvious because of this sentence. I looked around at the group and shrugged, trying to make my next words sound reasonable. "Well … too much psychological pressure is not good for our performance. Why don't we take a break? After all, there's a final rehearsal in the afternoon, isn't there?" Nobody objected, and the anxious atmosphere didn't disperse. Instead, it cast a shadow over everyone. I found that Jenny was the only one who was still munching on the pumpkin pie, looking carefree and relaxed.
The breakfast party ended on a bad note. I didn't invite the depressed Ron to the Union Building to cheer him up with a game of wizard chess or a pleasant conversation. I went back to my room and lay on the bed, intending to read for a while. Then I turned on the radio. I asked the twins to get this radio for me. As usual, I didn't know where they got this Muggle gadget from.
In less than ten minutes, I found that I wasn't interested in what I was reading. I was still thinking about the other five people at the table. I wondered if they had a premonition about what was going to happen tonight, and that was why they were so anxious. But then another voice reminded me that no, they didn't know. Ron was just looking for an opportunity to apologize to Pansy, Drac was just disgusted by Ron's recklessness and prejudice, Pansy was just passively embarrassed, and Ginny … the shadow of the Tower of Babel was behind Ginny. Then, what about Luna? It was as if Luna had nothing to do with this, but she was involved with all the key figures. Where did her nervousness come from? I didn't know. I never knew anything. The only thing I knew was that I couldn't let Kamia get innocent people involved.
Refocusing my attention on the story, I found myself reading a story about a Kabbalah believer. Other than Madonna being a Kabbalah believer, I knew almost nothing about this Jewish religion. So I continued reading with interest.
"The Kabbalah believers believe that there is some kind of power on Earth, but strangely, no one is willing to accept this wisdom. From the beginning until now, humans seem to prefer those secular things …" I wasn't interested in this religious story. What I was interested in was the part about the secrets of the universe. "… The secrets of the universe include the music of the celestial bodies. It is the resonance of all the celestial bodies. There is a holy name that is the key to all wisdom and energy …"
I stared at the words "Holy Name" and "Key" for a while before I continued to flip through the pages. There were stories about storytellers, wanderers, philosophers, and the crown princes … I flipped faster and faster until I finally stopped at the story of the old smoker. "… I am not confessing. I am just writing a story. They really did happen. There are many similar stories in the world. Spinoza's story and the stories of millions of other families made history and formed the story of mankind …" I paused at the end of the page.
I've read this story before! This story about immortality, about time, and about the Spinoza family. I've read it a long time ago, but it definitely shouldn't appear now.
Turning to the cover, I saw that it was a Muggle book from the Hexagon Library called "The Book of Immortality." The author was Ali Gleichman. It was a barely disguised pirated book. The last time I saw it, it was called "The Book of Immortality." Ali was the narrator in the book who couldn't make a sound and could only speak with a pen. The author was Gabi Gleichman, a Swedish publisher and critic.
Kamia was my prime suspect, but why would she do such a thing? I touched the drawing on the table and looked at the name "Kamia" for a long time, but I couldn't find a reason for her to impersonate Gleichman. Instead, I found two reasons that could exonerate her. First, Kamia was very lazy. Second, this story gave me some inspiration.
"Key … Key …" I was sure that I had seen the way "key" and "name" were connected. That was why the line of words just now had inspired me. "Key … Name …"
At this time, the drawing was still in front of me. With the Library of Babel as the core, the left side pointed to Kamia, and the right side pointed to Maya. Next to it was a symbol composed of a triangle, a circle, and a line. This symbol appeared on the title page of every book in the Library of Babel. If I guessed wrong, there should be three names related to the Library of Babel … Yes, three names, three names …
Turning the parchment over, I quickly wrote "Azathoth" in the middle. It was an outer god in the Cthulhu Mythos system, the god of blindness and stupidity. Under it, there were three original gods. They were all the rulers of the old days. They were Shub-Niggurath, the "Black Goat of the Forest who gave birth to millions of children," Nyatolatip, the "Creeping Chaos," and Yog-Sothoth, the "Key to the Door."
Yes, Yog-Sothoth, the Key to the Door, the One of All, the Ruler of Time and Space.
I didn't know if the Library of Babel was related to the Cthulhu Mythos, but I knew that all those who tried to explore the secrets of Cthulhu, or those who accidentally came into contact with it, ended up either going mad or dying.
"You have crossed the line."
"There are some things that we can't explore. Otherwise, we will cross the line."
Two voices rushed into my head at the same time. I shivered. Subconsciously, I stuffed the parchment under my pillow. Then, I curled myself up under the quilt and listened to my strong heartbeat. I didn't intend to cross the line, nor did I intend to turn a fairy tale into a horror novel.
The last rehearsal in the afternoon officially began at three o 'clock, but the actors of the four groups rushed to the theater almost immediately after lunch. Because they were going to audition on the big stage, the four groups decided the order of the rehearsal by drawing lots. The official performance would also be in the same order. I drew "4" in front of everyone, which meant that we would have to wait here for at least an hour and a half, which was worth five eye-rolls.
This was the first time I had watched the entire performance of the other groups. To be honest, it was much more interesting than watching our performance. In order to pass the time, I got a big bag of snacks from the twins. Then, the six of us gathered around the auditorium to watch the show while eating popcorn, chips, and pudding. Qiu Zhang came over to take a look and handed over a bag of dried sweet potatoes and ginger candies. Undoubtedly, they were the specialties of the Celestial Empire.
To be fair, the Weisles Twins' group had the advantage in terms of numbers and acting talent. However, Dumbledore chose to perform "The Legend of the Three Brothers" in the form of a musical, which was not a problem in itself. He also decided to write the lyrics and arrange the music himself. Well, this was a little … less serious. But maybe Dumbledore wanted to express a serious theme in a cult way! I thought as I ate the popcorn.
"Cui Yingying and Du Liniang" prepared by Qiu Zhang's group was very interesting. At the very least, the costumes attracted a lot of attention. As for the plot, it was about a young lady from a wealthy family, Cui Yingying, who was not yet betrothed, was caught by Zhang Sheng who broke into the back garden and was forced to marry him. In order to resist the marriage, Miss Yingying tied a few hundred hydrogen balloons to an armchair under the encouragement of her maid, Hong Niang. The two of them flew out of the Prime Minister's residence and ended up in the garden of another wealthy family's daughter, Du Liniang. Du Liniang hid Yingying in the garden. The two of them were both young and beautiful and had similar interests, so it was inevitable that they would secretly develop feelings for each other. However, the walls were too high and the two of them were forced to separate. Du Liniang died of lovesickness and Yingying's soul left her when she heard the sad news. She ran away and cried her heart out.
Hmm, this was a good story that combined "The Romance of the Western Chamber", "The Peony Pavilion", "The Lovers of the Liang Zhu", "A Chinese Soul Departed", "Carol", "A Strange Adventure", and a good story. I sighed and started to eat the pudding.
While waiting for Cedric's team to perform "A Midsummer Night's Dream", I noticed that Kamia still hadn't arrived. I couldn't help but ask Luna, "Is Kamia waiting for us to start rehearsing?"
Luna shook her head and said softly, "Kamia was called away by Dumbledore this morning. I don't know when she'll come."
Dumbledore, good job! I'll give you 2 to the power of 32 likes!
But Ginny, who had been reading the script, suddenly looked up and asked in a panic, "Professor Kamia isn't coming?"
Luna repeated what she just said. Ginny was obviously nervous. Ron saw this and hurriedly said something to ease his sister's anxiety, "… Didn't we rehearse well last time? Let's eat something first! "
Ginny forced a smile and casually grabbed a candy from the bag in front of her. Pansy, who was sitting in the back row, quickly shouted, "Don't eat that!"
"What's wrong?" As soon as Ron asked, Ginny coughed rapidly. Her face quickly turned red and she even started to cry.
"… It's spicy." Pansy's mouth twitched and he said the most important word.
I immediately handed the water bottle next to me to Ginny and said, "Drink it!" At the same time, Luna also handed over a … uh, milk bottle?
I glanced at Luna. Is this Tommy's milk bottle? Luna silently looked back at me and didn't say anything.
Ginny, who was crying because of the spiciness of the candy, ignored my and Luna's eye contact. She directly took the milk bottle from Luna and drank it. After that, she unscrewed my water bottle and gulped it down. She gasped for breath for a long time before she recovered.
Pansy came over to take a look and reminded her, "Remember to fill the tub later."
"Okay …" Jenny took the tissue from Ron and wiped her face as she said in a hoarse voice.
Drac heard this and couldn't help but worry, "Her voice won't affect her performance, right?" We all knew that Ginny was the absolute main character in this movie. To be precise, Ginny's voice was the absolute main character.
Ron immediately glared at Drac and said, "Don't curse my sister!"
The two of them rolled their eyes at each other. One of them pulled Ginny and the other brought Pansy to sit on either side of Luna and I. Luna and I were still exchanging glances from time to time …
The scary thing was that Drac's words came true. Not only did they come true, but they also acted a little abnormally.
After the Immortal King and Queen found their true love, we immediately ran backstage to change our clothes. Pansy and Ron changed into their pajamas. Drac changed into a torn T-shirt and overalls. Luna changed into a black robe that was buttoned up to the top (Snape:?). I changed into a yellow floral dress. Ginny … Ginny held her lines tightly and stood at the door with her head lowered.
Ron thought that Ginny was having stage fright, so he quickly ran over to comfort her, "Don't panic. Just pretend that the people below the stage are all extra-large potatoes!"
However, Ginny didn't look nervous when she raised her head. Instead, she looked confused. She opened her mouth and let out a hoarse "Ah". When she wanted to say something, she could only cough rapidly.
Drac immediately reacted, "Oh no, her throat is damaged by the spicy food! It was sent by Ravenclaw … "
I guessed that he wanted to say that Qiu Zhang used a despicable tactic. However, this conjecture was absolutely groundless. Did they need to make fun of us? I immediately interrupted, "Ginny, does your throat hurt? Nod if it hurts! "
Ginny shook her head, but she still couldn't speak. Luna walked over and held her hand, patting her back to comfort her.
Just then, Gidro Golden Flash Lockhart popped his head in and asked with a smile, "Hey, Captain Carter, are you ready to go out to sea?"
As expected, he liked Ginny. He even knew what role Ginny was playing. Without waiting for me to explain the situation, Drac blocked in front of me and said to Lockhart, "Let's wait a little longer. We still have to change into another character's costume." Lockhart didn't say anything. He only told us to hurry up and leave.
As soon as the door closed, Ron roared at Drac, "What do you mean? How can Ginny go on stage in this situation? "
Drac was unusually calm, "Captain Carter has a lot of lines, but Polly Garde doesn't have any, right?"
I immediately understood what he meant. The others soon understood too. They all looked at me and then at Ginny. Ginny stood there with her mouth agape. Her fiery red hair set off her pale face. After a while, she nodded.
Drac meant that I would replace Ginny as Captain Carter, and Ginny would act as Polly Garde. To be honest, this was what I did when I drew the lot.
However, Captain Carter had too many lines. As I changed, I grabbed Ginny's script and read it. Drac looked anxious, "Take the script with you first. Maybe Professor Kamia will come later. Let's ask her to come up with a plan."
So I held the script and read it out loud throughout the rehearsal. Due to the special circumstances, the audience performed abnormally. Judging from the expressions of the audience, they probably thought that we were performing an absurd play. When the puppet-like Polly Garde walked out and fell on the stage because she stepped on her skirt, the audience was stunned for a moment before they exclaimed in admiration.
The rehearsal, which could be considered a scene of a car accident, ended abruptly, and Kamia didn't arrive in time. We could only return to the backstage and discuss our plan.
I looked at my watch. There was only half an hour left until the official performance. Including the leaders' speeches and the performance time of the first three groups, we still had about two and a half hours.
Drac had just embarrassed herself and was about to flip out. "Potter! Even if you can't remember your lines, can't you read them with some emotion? As the protagonist, you should act like one! " Just as I was about to say that I didn't want to be the protagonist, Malfoy Jr. turned the venom around. "And you, Weisles, you have a crush on her. Don't you owe her hundreds of gold coins? Why don't you even dare to look at her?! As for Pansy, I know you don't like him and the character doesn't like him, but you have to pretend that he is the man of your dreams. Even if you have to squint your eyes, you have to look at him twice! "Drac scolded me bitterly. Then she sighed heavily, slammed the door, and left.
If he were a few years older, he would have said something by now — "I'm going out for a smoke to calm myself down!"
I really didn't expect that although Drac was forced to do something beyond his ability, he still cared about the show. I also didn't expect that even though he was annoyed, he still paid attention to not get angry at Ginny, who was also in the same situation.
The group of people sat on the floor for a while, at a loss of what to do. We could already hear the opening fireworks outside. Ron raised his head and lowered it again. Finally, he came to me and asked in a low voice with a bitter face, "What should we do?"
What can I do? I was also in despair!
Sighing twice, I answered sincerely, "There are two ways."
"Which two?" Ron asked. At the same time, the others in the room looked over.
"First, we can change the show to 'Waiting for Godot' at the last minute. I will act as Estragon, you will act as Vladimir, Drac will act as Pojo, Pansy will act as the lucky guy, Luna will act as the child, and Ginny won't have to go on stage. She will just act as an applause prop in the audience …" The more I said, the more I felt that this idea was feasible. "It doesn't matter if we have lines. Who really remembers all the lines in the book! Just go on stage and make up whatever you want. If you agree, I can each play two roles now! "
Ron, who was in front of me, was stunned. Luna and Pansy, who were far away, looked confused. In the end, Pansy asked, "What about the second method?"
I sighed again, "The second method is that I have to hurry up and memorize my lines. You and Ron can work together. Luna can think of a way to shorten Ginny's skirt …"
The second method was obviously more difficult, but everyone agreed in silence.
Ron struggled for a long time before he finally stood up. He turned around and walked to Pansy. He extended his hand and said, "I'm sorry! Parkinson, can you … please cooperate with me? "
At this moment, there was an earth-shattering applause outside. At the same time, our wooden door was kicked open by Drac. Platinum Boy, who was still wearing a T-shirt and overalls, walked in with a gloomy face. Then, he slammed the door with a bang. I have to say, ever since Drac joined the Hogwarts, the habits of the Malfoys became less and less obvious.
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