Hogwarts Archmage

Several people shopped until the evening and harvested a lot of accessories and unfinished orders.

In fact, they basically stopped shopping at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, but Ma En kept asking to wait until evening to see the night view. He even hired a photographer to follow them and just wait. When the time comes, take a photo or something.

But it’s eye-opening enough just during the day.

"Before today, I never thought that an item could have so much added value." Ma En sighed.

In fact, Times Square at this time was far less prosperous than in later generations. It had just emerged from the symbol of chaos. Under the requirements of the planning order, various businesses had only just put up eye-catching billboards for a short time, but some That's the thing, everything changes very quickly. This place has already gathered the expectations of countless shops and merchants.

Marne thought of Hogsmeade.

Presumably the Hogsmeade village at this time should be comparable to the most prosperous cities in later generations. The architectural style of wizards is very unique. As a combination of human efforts and coincidence, it can be said that it is almost the only wizarding city. It is almost impossible to bring it down.

The reason is simple. The number of wizards in the world is still too small to support them in building another city like Hogsmeade to compete with Hogsmeade.

"Let's go home when we have time. I don't know what Hogsmeade looks like now."

"I just said you should read more newspapers...at least half of the wizards in the world are there..."

After finishing speaking, Esther sighed: "But the newspapers are just photos after all. If you want, we can go back at any time."

Ma En shook his head: "Let's wait until you have had enough fun and clean up this mess."

Esther bit her lip, and Hermione, who was chattering without knowing what she and Margaery were talking about, also closed her mouth. Both of them were a little at a loss.

"You...know everything?" Margaery, the only one who didn't care much, asked with a chuckle.

Ma En raised his finger and pointed at the electronic time that can be seen everywhere on the street: "If you want to do something wrong next time, remember to change the time...Besides, it's hard not to know, you have made such a big deal, and I am not blind. .”

"You...won't you be angry?" Hermione asked tentatively. She was actually hoping that Marne would stop these things.

"Why are you angry?"

Marn looked at Hermione with some confusion and said: "This is your game, and I believe you can handle this."

"Oh…"

Hermione agreed with some disappointment.

Marn walked up to her and patted her fluffy hair: "I probably know what you mean, Hermione. I don't return as quickly as Margaery, but I can actually see it more or less. Some things... This is your territory. When Margaery proposed to play the game and you didn't explicitly object, you actually lost half of it. As for whether you can win back the other half, it depends on you."

Hermione suddenly felt that the person in front of her was strange.

She thought of Ma En who was filled with anger for a group of young wizards.

The Ma En who worked day and night to ensure the safety of the school.

And that Ma Eun who rejoices for the happiness of her friends...

When did it start to change?

It seemed that from the day he got married, he suddenly seemed to have changed his mind. He might still cherish his relatives and loved ones, but he became less concerned about the outside world, and could even be said to be cold, cold to the point of cruelty.

She raised her head and looked at Ma En, and the way he looked at her was still so gentle.

"My dear, I wonder if we have had some bad influence on you?" Hermione pursed her lips and said.

Marn looked at her in surprise. This was the first time Hermione had called him that, and he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Why do you say that?"

"I just think...I don't think you should be like this..."

"What does it look like?"

"You don't seem to care about anything anymore... This world and the people in this world may still affect your heart, but your mentality is very much like appreciating a stage play, not that you are in it..."

The smile on Ma En's face slowly faded, and after taking a long breath, he said: "I had a dream some time ago."

"Dream?"

"Ah."

Ma En nodded: "I can't remember exactly what happened in the dream, but I know that it was the story of the last reincarnation that Margaery told... Well... I didn't overhear this word. After I woke up from the dream, My ears have become particularly good.”

"Reincarnation... I know everything in the world's books, but I still can't understand it."

No matter which branch of belief in Western countries, most of them are actually Christianity, and even the vast majority of cults secretly endorse certain Christian doctrines. However, this sect does not have the concept of reincarnation, so Hermione does not understand it. normal.

Ma En thought for a moment and said, "This is because you are too young and cannot see through some things... Do you know about jellyfish?"

Hermione nodded: "Of course, there are many ports."

"There is a kind of jellyfish called the lighthouse jellyfish... It has no death stage. When it is about the same time, it will transform into another state and lie dormant. When the time is right, it will appear again... Every process can be regarded as one Reincarnation.”

"That's right...but the reincarnation in the books I read involves death..."

"Death is not important..."

"why?"

"Because we will not die, even if we kill ourselves, it is impossible..."

Esther frowned.

"Will not die..."

She considered what those things she saw were.

Margaery sighed and explained: "They are a group of dream creatures, which are fundamentally different from us. They rely on dreams to exist. The end of dreams will usher in the end. We rely on ourselves, so we can also It must exist forever... You don’t have to be too afraid. If you feel lonely at the end, you can choose to sleep for a while."

"What if the dream starts again?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That's the new dream... it means nothing to the dream creatures of the past, but it's a good thing for us."

The topic became a little more relaxed, and Esther smiled and asked, "Why is it a good thing for us?"

"Because it is a natural playground... We can meet some new friends and then witness their growth, fights, deaths and final endings."

Esther pointed to the sky, and it was obvious what she wanted to say.

Margery shrugged: "That was caused by an accident, and there won't be another time."