Kamia hid behind Xenophilius.
She stared at the two-year-old creature walking upright opposite her. "What is that?"
Xenophilius laughed and said, "This is Tommy.
Our daughter. You liked her before you lost your memory! "
Luna quietly turned her head. Tommy rolled his eyes — this old man looked honest and honest.
When he lied, his expression didn't change at all.
Even Kamia didn't believe Xenophilius's words. She was still hiding behind him.
She looked down at the little girl warily. "No, I don't like her."
I don't like her. "The child smelled gloomy.
Tommy watched Xenophilius coax the child for a while. He was not interested. He turned around and walked away with his short legs. Luna slowly followed behind him.
After going down about twenty steps,
Sure enough, Tommy turned around.
He frowned and stretched out his hand to Luna. "Carry!" After all, a child's body was not strong enough. No matter what kind of evil soul it carried, this was the most frustrating thing for the Black Devil.
Luna picked up her little sister.
She sent her back to the dormitory where the two of them lived, which was also Kamia's staff dormitory. Seeing that Tommy was still unhappy, Lin Yiqian shook her head.
Luna ignored him. Instead, she stood in front of Kamia's bookshelf and looked for something.
This made Tommy even more unhappy.
"Do you know how we are going to get out of this damn place?"
"Language, Tommy." Luna continued to tap her finger on the spine of a row of books.
She didn't look back.
"Endless rain," he said.
He complained incessantly.
The noisy crowd … Damn it.
Is it too mild for me to use the word "damn place"? " Tommy spoke very smoothly. "Do you know how long it has been since we saw a sunny day, sister?"
Tommy gritted his teeth and shouted "sister". Finally, Luna turned around and put a carefully selected book in front of her. "Children can't swear. You need this. "
Tommy stared at the children's picture book in front of him. After a long time, he shouted a word, "No."
Luna touched the soft hair on her little sister's head. "Believe me, you will need this." Then she walked past Tommy, picked up the silver conch from the fish tank, and opened the door.
The humidity and cold air poured in together. Tommy held the picture book and looked up. He saw Luna's side profile, which had become calmer and more indifferent recently.
"I'm going out for a walk," she said softly.
After the door was closed for a long time, Tommy finally recovered from the cold and gloomy air that had invaded the room. He threw down the picture book and climbed up the short table in front of the window. He leaned against the glass window and looked into the distance. He saw that Luna was walking out of the castle alone without an umbrella.
These days, most people in the castle believed Dumbledore's words. The endless November rain was not normal. The cold rain from the sky not only poured the cold wind into people's bones, but also spread the dark clouds above the castle to everyone's eyes. The adepts finally knew that something bad was about to happen when their jokes and games were no longer able to elicit even a trace of laughter.
People came to the medical wing in an endless stream, asking the healers to give them a Laughter Spell or a Happiness Potion.
The doctor habitually asked about the patient's condition. "So, how do you feel recently?"
Patient A: "I feel that I can't live happily for the rest of my life."
Doctor: "No one can live happily for the rest of his life."
Patient A: "I know, but I'm really uncomfortable. I used to torture a lot of people, but now I even want to cry when I see a duckling swimming past the door..."
Doctor: "Crooked? Is it a Saint? There's a Death Eater here who escaped from prison. Can you send him back? Next! "
Patient B: "Doctor, give me a few bottles of Happiness Potion. I'm so annoyed that I can't sleep every night."
Doctor: "The Medicine Wing's potions have long been in short supply. If you just can't sleep, I suggest you take two courses of another 'Happiness Potion'..."
Patient B: "What?"
Doctor: "Beer."
Patient B: "I've tried it, but there's no real beer in England..."
Doctor: "Hmm? Hello, where are you from? "
Patient B: "Germany."
Doctor: "Crooked? Is it the Ministry of Magic? There's a World War II war criminal here. Can you send him back? Next! "
Patient C: "Doctor, you don't have to say anything. I just want to commit suicide. Is there any quick poison?"
Doctor: "Suicide? That's good, you know? The only real philosophical problem is suicide. Life, existence, and meaning are all nonsense! All the so-called existentialists are just nihilists who failed to commit suicide... "
Madame Pomfrey: "Crooked, psychiatry? Why did you let the patient escape again? "
Luna passed through the courtyard of the Hogwarts. She could hear the faint crying through the curtain of rain without deliberately paying attention. Melancholy swept through the castle, and Myrtle's washroom was overcrowded every hour. Luna had to pass through the castle very quickly, running to the fields, rushing down the gentle slope, and letting the wind fill her ears.
The water level of the Black Lake had risen by many Mark Twains, and the originally vast lake was now like a vast ocean. Only the island in the middle of the lake was still not submerged, and the huge and mysterious oak tree was still as immovable as a mountain in the wind and rain, inhaling and exhaling clouds.
In the beginning, the wizards and scholars from all over the world were very interested in sailing to the island and holding countless conferences to discuss the history and origin of the oak tree. However, as the philosophy of nihilism rose in the academy, the scholars had to fight against the suicide craze within the academy. Thus, the oak tree island became deserted.
Rumors gradually spread in the castle: the strange rain was the origin of the melancholy, and once touched by the rain, one could no longer feel happiness.
Luna's hair was wet from the rain. She tucked her hair behind her ear and saw a madman sitting on the reef.
The man was only wearing a shirt and trousers, and his emerald green robe was cushioned on the reef. His golden curly hair was ruined by the heavy rain and stuck to his head in a very unrefined state.
Luna walked over, climbed up the reef, and sat down beside the man. "Hi, Professor Lockhart."
Lockhart's smile was still as charming as ever. "Hi, Miss Lovegood."
The beautiful forget-me-not blue eyes looked seriously at Luna's long hair that was draped over her back. "You look better with braids."
The pale golden braids hung over her shoulders, the sky-blue top and pure white skirt lying on the grass like a small piece of clear sky, and the pair of light green eyes...
Luna's silver-grey eyes would only faintly flash green at certain angles. She calmly looked at the Black Lake separated by the island and said softly, "Later on, she also stopped braiding her hair. She grew her hair long and liked to comb it to her left shoulder and let it hang down from one side." This way, she looked more mature and not like a schoolgirl.
Lockhart laughed from his throat. "Haha, so, a story that I didn't participate in, right?" After a pause, he asked again, "Ginevra... She will come back, right?"
From the side of Luna's face, Lockhart saw the most beautiful smile he had seen in a long time.
"Will you forget her?"
Lockhart was stunned, and then he denied, "Of course not."
"Then she will come back." Luna said slowly in a very distant tone. "My mother said that the things that are lost will always find a way to come back, although sometimes, the way they come back is always different from what we imagined."
Lockhart was a little dazed by the person behind the words, and then he heard Luna say in a brisk tone, "Look!"
Lockhart raised his head and saw a school of shiny freshwater coloured fish swimming towards the reef. One moment they formed a "C", the next they formed a "U". At the same time, they returned with a red umbrella and a hollow wand.
Luna locked the door when she left, so — Tommy stared at the tall old man standing in front of him. He was very sure that this was called trespassing. The tall old man squatted down and looked at the picture book in front of Tommy. He sneered. "This is your taste. Tsk, tsk. You are a disgrace to the Black Devil."
Tommy did not have a good impression of this senior, because Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, and also because of the tacit ambiguous relationship between him and Dumbledore — to be honest, this kind of taste in choosing a spouse was a disgrace to the Black Devil.
Grindelwald also looked down on Tom Riddle. A fool who was stupid enough to slice his soul into pieces had the nerve to call himself the Black Devil? A little girl with a ponytail and a lace skirt had the nerve to call herself the Black Devil?
But the two of them did not like each other, and in fact, they did not think highly of the other people in the castle. So when Grindelwald was tired of staying in the tower, sometimes he would come over to ridicule Tommy with the mentality of teaching a junior.
Tommy was also a sharp-tongued person, but not long ago, he saw Luna's back was still engraved in his mind, so he did not talk back. Grindelwald leaned against the door and looked at the little girl for a while. Before the little girl opened her mouth to ask him to close the door, he reached out and grabbed the umbrella. Then he reached out and picked up Tommy. "Let's go for a walk."
Naturally, the castle was full of depressed people, so there was not much to walk around in. Grindelwald held the umbrella in one hand and carried Tommy in the other, and walked along the road leading to the outside of the castle. Tommy rarely went out of Kamia's dormitory, so this was the first time he saw so many faces filled with melancholy and despair. Or rather, it was the first time in his life that he saw so many faces filled with melancholy and despair.
Tommy looked up expressionlessly. Through the shoulder of the German criminal and the edge of the black umbrella, he saw the constantly moving sky. Layer after layer of dark gray clouds had accumulated in the sky, and in the middle of the clouds, there were some impure purples and oranges, which looked like the faces of lepers. When he was still Tom Riddle, he had seen such a sky and the flashing green light under the sky.
Of course, he had also seen such dense, pale faces that had lost all hope.
Grindelwald seemed to have noticed the little girl's mood, so he chuckled. "How familiar. This smell... isn't it?"
Damp, damp smell of rain. The soil and grass that had been soaked in the rain were crushed under Grindvall's boots, making a sticky sound and emitting a rotting smell.
"Those people, those people will also rot like this," Grindelwald said emotionlessly. Grindelwald commented emotionlessly, "If the rain doesn't stop, even if there's no war, they'll kill themselves because of their emotional problems. You can never imagine how many negative emotions people can forget in a lifetime, but this rain... this rain reminds them of everything. "
Their final destination was not hell, but the theater of the Union Building.
The reading craze set off by Mrs. Pins seemed to have reminded the wizards that literature and art could heal the world. For a period of time, everyone in the Hogwarts had a book — wizard or Muggle. They did not mind. However, this only seemed to push the arrival of melancholy. No one could have predicted that in an era where the essence was eliminated, the text carried not only romance, power, and love, but also cruelty, violence, and trauma.
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