The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1159 Professor (29)

Schiller lowered his eyes and waved to Harry. Harry stared at him as if fascinated, and walked slowly to come to Schiller.

Schiller knelt down and wiped the dust off Harry's face with his hands. Harry looked at him in a daze. Since her father's death, no one had ever touched her face like this.

"Professor?" Harry repeated.

"That's right, I'm the professor you're looking for." Schiller nodded lightly. His movements were always cautious and restrained. When he withdrew his hand, he glanced down at the ground and looked up at Harry again. Said.

"You are very smart. You deciphered the code in the newspaper and saw the scene of another world. In that world, everyone has a code name, which is what they are most proud of. You have thought about your code name." ?"

Hearing this question, Halle became a little excited, she nodded vigorously and said: "If one day, I can also publish articles, maybe I will call myself a lucky girl, or a genius boy. People use this code name?"

Schiller smiled, and was noncommittal about the two code names Harry had adopted. He then asked, "Then do you know why my code name is Professor?"

Harry stared straight at Schiller, and she was in a daze for a long time before she said, "Because you're a professor at Gotham University?"

Schiller nodded at first, but then shook his head. He looked into Harry's blue-green jewel-like eyes and said, "I'm indeed a professor at Gotham University, but I'm also a professor at Hogwarts, Do you know where Hogwarts is?"

Harry's eyes widened, and she was attracted by Schiller's tone as if telling a story. She seemed to know what Schiller was going to say next, and asked in an excited tone: "Where is it?"

"That is a magic school, ancient, mysterious and powerful. Compared with the students who graduated from this school, the magicians you see today are as poor as elementary school students who have just entered school."

"Even the magical family they call may not know much about this school, because Hogwarts only admits the most gifted children."

Schiller puts an accent on the words "most gifted" and goes on:
"When enrolling every year, the owl will put the letter of admission notice on the children's desk, and they will first go to Diagon Alley, where there is a Lihen Bookstore with the same name as this bookstore, and there is also a magic wand seller. A wand shop, a clothing store that sells wizard robes, a grocery store that sells all kinds of weird and interesting knick-knacks..."

Harry's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she could feel that a door to a new world was opening in front of her eyes.

She almost couldn't wait to open her mouth to ask Schiller a question, but Schiller sped up his speech without giving her a chance to interrupt:

"After buying all the school supplies in Diagon Alley, all the children will row boats and go to the dream Hogwarts, which is a magnificent castle towering on an isolated island..."

"Then I...then I..." Harry almost jumped up in a hurry, she didn't question the authenticity of what Schiller said, after all, she just saw the magic with her own eyes.

And brought into the society of ordinary people, if there is no school and no one teaches magic, how can there be magicians?If there is no shop that sells robes and staffs and various magical supplies, where do these mages get these things?
With Harley's rich imagination, she immediately outlined a lively, mysterious and fantastic scene——

The bustling streets are lined with oddly shaped buildings, and all kinds of interesting magic items are displayed in the windows. A mage wearing a mage's robe and holding a wand casts gorgeous magic in another world that is completely different from ordinary people. , living happily.

No child can refuse such a beautiful imagination, and Harley is the same.

In other words, she is looking forward to this kind of life more than others. Her ingenious brain and soul hovering on the edge of madness have made her tired of the boring daily life of ordinary people. Thrilling, longing for legendary adventure.

But Schiller squatted in front of her, looked straight into her eyes, and asked curiously, "Have you never seen an owl?"

Harry recalled it for a while, and shook his head slowly, but Schiller stood up straight away, pretending to be indifferent and sighing, and said, "It seems that you should be a child without magical talent. People are called Muggles."

Harley's eyes slowly widened, and she said in disbelief: "What did you say?!!!!"

Schiller looked down at Harry again, but did not show any anger at her questioning, as if he had seen this situation countless times, he said:
"Whether or not a person is gifted in magic is born. Miss, I'm sorry, but you are not that lucky. If you are a gifted child, you should have waited for the owl and the admission letter as early as the school age."

"How old are you now? 12 years old? 13 years old? Generally speaking, children of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will enter the school at the age of 9~11, and the latest will not exceed 12 years old, because if it is too late, the magical power will It builds up in their bodies and creates a disaster that no one wants to see happen."

Harry was stunned there, but Schiller seemed to think of something again, and said, "Oh, you are an American, right? America actually has its own magic school, what is it called?...Eefa Manny? It seems to be in Massachusetts, they should accept children from the United States..."

The light in Harry's eyes gradually lit up again, but Schiller changed the topic and said: "Although they don't use owls to send letters, the entrance age is the same as other magic academies, and young mages must receive age-appropriate education in order to be able to learn." It is better to control your own strength, and if you miss this age, I am afraid that you will not have the opportunity to enter the school."

Harley's eyes gradually turned red, she stared at Schiller in disbelief and said, "Impossible!! How is this possible?!"

Schiller stared into her eyes with some indifference and said, "Not everyone is so lucky to have magical talent. People without talent will not be exposed to this circle, and naturally they will miss the magic school."

"Impossible." Harry screamed, and she took two steps back, staring at Schiller's face and said, "What the hell are you talking about?!! How could I not be talented!!! How could I be unlucky? !!!!!!”

She waved her arms and showed Schiller: "Did you see it?! All the houses here are obtained through my talent and luck!!!!"

"My talent has allowed me to guard the inheritance, and my luck has multiplied their value dozens of times. I am the most talented and lucky person in the world. How could I not have magical talent!!!"

"I'm sorry, I've said it all, miss, it's a natural thing." Schiller looked at Harry and sneered, "Even if you have all the luck and talent in this world, you'll always be missing a corner. There is no way to make up for it.”

Harry let out a piercing scream, then started talking nonsense, and even tried to run outside the house, but Schiller held her back.

Schiller squatted down again and hugged Halle into his arms, like a father hugging his daughter, patting her on the back constantly, and comforting: "Well, Miss Halle, it was just a nasty Just kidding, I lied to you, I hope you don't mind."

Schiller repeated the line over and over, apologizing to Halle and admitting his mistake, saying he shouldn't have made such a nasty joke.

Harley, with tears all over her face, stared at Schiller and said, "I knew it, you must have lied to me, how could I have no talent for magic?"

Schiller wiped the tears off her face with his hands, and said with some surprise: "What did you say? What magical talent?... Oh, sorry, you may have misunderstood, I said I lied, I mean Yes, there is no magic school in this world, everything just now was made up by me."

Harley's expression cracked again, she covered her ears with her hands vigorously, shook her head constantly, took two steps back, and screamed loudly: "You devil!! Go away!! Don't try to lie to me again Already!!!"

"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can ask that lady wizard... There is no Hogwarts, no Ilvermorny, no owl, no magic wand in this world. The dilapidated bookstore that was razed to the ground is the only Lihen Bookstore."

"NO!!!!" Harley yelled in a broken voice, she babbled in a broken voice: "IMPOSSIBLE!!! I could have escaped this mediocre life!!!!"

Harley ran out of the bookstore like crazy, and caught Zatanna who was interrogating the female mage who attacked the bookstore. Zatanna turned her head and saw Harley crying like a kitten.

Zatana likes children very much, so she knelt down and wiped Harry's tears, and said, "What's wrong? Did Schiller reprimand you?"

Zatana glanced at the scene in the bookstore, shook her head helplessly and said, "Don't care about him, by the way, I still want to ask, what is the relationship between you two? You are not his daughter, are you?"

Harry didn't care about her question at all, but stared at Zatanna and asked: "What is the wizarding world like? Is there a magic school that will select the luckiest and most gifted children and teach them magic?" ?”

Zatanna was taken aback by Harry's question, she showed a surprised expression, and then said, "Who told you?"

"The magic world is not a good place." Zatanna said a well-known conclusion: "All mages are cursed. We will pay a painful price for using magic power. No one can be in debt. return."

Harry asked anxiously: "Then you...how did you learn to use magic?"

"You don't need to learn magic." Although Zatanna didn't understand what Harry was asking, she still replied truthfully: "It is possible that you walked on the street, provoked a ghost, and made a deal with him, you Then you can use magic, but you have to pay him the price on time."

Harley was stunned again, she took two steps back in disbelief, and said quickly: "How is it possible? Can ordinary people use magic at will? Don't you need to learn how to use spells?!"

Zatanna shook her head slightly and said: "Ordinary people can use magic, but maybe after they pay the price once, their souls have already collapsed, and the so-called mages are people whose souls are tougher than ordinary people."

"The so-called tenacity is not an advantage. It may make many demons stare at you. Constantine is an example. He has borne countless costs and is very painful, but he can still use magic."

"As for how to learn to use spells..." Zatanna recalled, and said: "Actually, you don't need to learn, the demon who lent you power will directly instill all the skills into your mind, when you cast spells. You will instinctively Actions, as long as the strength is sufficient, will not fail."

"So, the so-called magic is actually a debt?" Harry asked in great disappointment.

Zatanna looked around, lowered her voice, looked at Harry and said very sincerely: "Little girl, at your age, I am also full of unrealistic fantasies about magic."

"But if you have met enough magicians, you will understand that this is not a gift, but a curse. In addition to sacrificing your own organs or soul to the devil, magic will gradually devour all your luck. !"

Zatanna showed a sad expression and said: "We are all puppets controlled by magical power, endless debts, endless repayments, more and more power will bring more and more battles, and more and more The hatred brought about by too many fights will make us want more power, this is an endless vortex, no one can break free."

Harley still had her last hope left. She looked at Zatanna and said, "But the mage said just now, you don't need to pay the price!"

"Yes, I don't have to cut my soul or donate my organs like them." Zatanna gritted her teeth and said, "But it doesn't mean that I really don't have to pay the price at all. My separation from my father, It is one of the manifestations of the power of the curse, we will always lose something, and we will never be able to resist."

Big tears welled up in Harry's eyes, Zatanna didn't understand what she was crying for, but she still hugged her, and she heard Harry whisper, "I've had enough of this place, enough of it Everything here."

"I want to completely leave the world of this group of dirty and ugly ordinary people, away from their stupidity, greed and arrogance...

"Their tragic deaths are purely due to them, because even though we have the closest relationship, they just regard my words as the ravings of a madman."

Harley gradually lost all expression, and just kept crying: "When I show wisdom far higher than theirs, even family affection can't cover up their disgust and fear of me... I don't belong here in the first place. "

"When I stood on the balcony and saw the police car that announced my parents' death was parked downstairs, all I saw were groups of crows, and groups of bats. If there was an owl, it would send a letter. A letter from afar, no matter what is written in it, I will leave without hesitation."

Zatanna let go of Harry slowly, because she saw Schiller approaching, and Miss Magician took the female mage away, so only Schiller and Harry were left in front of the bookstore.

"Are you satisfied?" Harley wiped her red eyes with her sleeve, and she said, "I know why that guy said, I don't want to see you anymore."

"You are simply the most vicious adult in the world. Breaking a beautiful dream you wove with your own hands hurts a child's heart like this."

When Schiller turned to look at Harry, Harry also stared at him, and Harry saw Schiller suddenly smiled, still a little nervous and indifferent, she heard Schiller say: You know why I did this ?Why attack your weaknesses?so broken your heart? "

"Why?" Harry asked looking at him.

"Because you broke into my office..." Schiller tilted his head and said, Harry's eyes widened a little angrily, but the next second, Schiller continued, "But it's okay, you're still young , so I forgive you."

Harley was baffled by his inconsistency, but the next second, Schiller looked at her fiercely and said, "But you put a dagger you touched on the right side of the drawer on the second floor of my desk." , and there should have been my inkpad!"

For the first time, Harley felt that she had been defeated in terms of mental illness. She first covered her forehead and rolled her eyes, then sighed deeply, relaxed her shoulders, lowered her head, and her emotions were intense The fluctuations made her a little sleepy.

Seeing Halle's expression, Schiller showed another bad smile. He reached out and patted Halle's head, and said, "You know what? Actually, in what I just said, One thing is true..."

"……what is that?"

"Owls used to be real."

Harry's eyes widened again, and then she heard Schiller say, "Maybe, it's not that you're untalented or unlucky, it's just that the owl was so unprofessional that it lost your letter."

"They still lose the letter???"

"Of course, especially when their master is a dragon."

(End of this chapter)