[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Godric ultimately failed to embark on the journey of glory.

It has nothing to do with his ability and piety, but just because of the news brought by a letter: his only relative is dying of serious illness.

Riding on Emma Molly, Godric bid farewell to his companions who were sorry but supported his choice, and hurried to his uncle's location according to the address given by the messenger.

In the only hotel in a small village, he saw a man with a pale complexion and sunken cheeks who seemed to be inspired by the Lord at any moment.

"Uncle Owen!"

Godric strode forward and knelt anxiously beside the bed.

Although after Godric was able to live alone, Owen left him to travel around, and the letters became less and less with the increase of time and distance, but deep in Godric's heart, he always remembered the days when he lived with his uncle when he was a child, Uncle's love for him cannot be faked.

Now, is uncle going to return to the embrace of the Lord?

Godric felt the shaking in his heart, and couldn't help but blame himself.

In the concept of the Holy See, death is just a scenery that must be passed through the journey, and the pious people will eventually reunite in the kingdom of the Lord, but he...

Owen's chapped lips moved, and he looked at his grown-up nephew with relief. In the relief, there seemed to be many other emotions. Those blue eyes were surprisingly big because of the thinness of his cheeks. Some penetrating taste.

Godric fed his uncle water, looked at him with sad blue eyes, "Uncle Owen, you will be fine, I still have a little savings..."

"It's useless."

Owen finally said the first sentence since seeing his nephew, and his second sentence made Godric turn pale with shock, "And, I won't go to heaven."

"Uncle Owen...!"

The eyes of the dying man burst into brilliance, his face turned rosy, and the brilliance of life seemed to return to him in an instant. Owen stretched out his arms from the shabby bedding in the small hotel with an excited expression. Godric was shocked to see that his uncle's hands There was a neatly whittled stick——

No, that's a magic wand.

The young knight looked blankly at his uncle waving his wand and chanting an unknown spell, which seemed to be in Latin or another language. There seemed to be some changes around him, and then he heard his uncle say : "Gordie, you're a wizard too."

!!!

what? !

Godric's heart was empty, as if walking on flat ground and suddenly fell into an abyss, he looked at his uncle at a loss.

The azure blue eyes are astonishingly bright, they are the epitome of an incomparably glorious pillar that has condensed the eternal life of several generations or even a dozen generations. Godric heard Owen's excited and urgent narration, and his bloodless lips trembled: "You are white A descendant of the wizarding family Gryffindor, your surname is not Grimm, but the noble Gryffindor... When you were young, you didn't inspire magic, I thought you were a squib... But now there is a way... You have to continue the character The glory of Lanffindor... the castle of the family will be opened by the blood of the heir..."

The upside-down words seemed to contain enormous power. Godric was nailed to the spot by this power and could not move. The young knight saw his uncle's chest rising and falling like a broken bellows, and felt a strange shock for the first time - being sued inside the Holy See As an extremely evil wizard, he also has his own civilization, his own glory, and his own belief——

Godric was confused.

But how many wizards has he seen?

not a single one.

If you don't count Uncle Owen.

But Uncle Owen is obviously not evil... I still remember when I was a child, my uncle took him to help the villagers herd cattle... The conflict between cognition and reality made Godric's thinking nearly stagnate, and the young knight stared blankly. The uncle who was seriously ill, the hand that took the wand touched his hand, and tried to stand up and look at his beloved nephew, but failed, so he had to look at him seriously, "Promise me, Gordy, go back to Gryffindor Go to more castles...!"

The brilliance of life faded mercilessly from the dying man's face, and the hand that was almost left with only bones was not strong, but it was as heavy as a thousand weights. Between life and death, there was a grief that hit people's hearts.Godric leaned down so that the eyes of the two were at the same level, his eyes became moist, and he nodded with tears in his eyes.

"Little Geddy is already this big," the pale man finally showed a relieved smile after the rosiness faded away, "Uncle can't be with you anymore, really..."

In Owen's mind, the scene from a few days ago emerged.

It was a strange and powerful existence who claimed to be the old man of Gryffindor. He defeated him with absolute and unrivaled strength. get down. ——It is impossible for humans to reach such heights, they are definitely magical creatures!

Where does the wizard's power come from?

Although wizards don't have an exact answer to this question, most wizards agree that it comes from the blood of magical creatures.

The descendants of humans and magical creatures inherit the blood of magical creatures, so they have magical powers. This is the earliest wizard, the ancestor of today's wizards.

dragon?Feathered snake?Elf?

The races of powerful magical creatures flashed through his mind. Owen was clutching the ground in cold sweat, with bulging veins on the back of his hands. Facing the boyish, humanoid magical creatures, he lowered his head, showing a docile gesture, "Noble Your Excellency, I don't know why you came to find me, a little wizard?"

Owen rejoiced in his heart that Godric did not enter the wizarding world, and there was no news about him. This powerful existence should not have any intersection with his nephew. On the other hand, he forced himself to stop thinking about it, and armed his mind with Occlumency to avoid being caught. Inspirit read out the nephew's message.

"what do you mean……"

Owen, who was quietly listening to the boy's words, opened his eyes in disbelief.

The boy restrained his majesty and nodded towards him.

Witnessed by his best friend, after signing the unbreakable oath, Owen, who was dazed by the pie falling from the sky, finally had a sense of solidity on the ground.Who would have thought that this powerful magical creature would help him revive the Gryffindor family!Since his brother's accidental death, Owen, who was mediocre in all aspects and found that Godric has no magic power fluctuations, has not dreamed of such an unrealistic picture for a long time.

However, this picture has never been truly annihilated, just like a spark, it only needs a breeze to take advantage of the momentum to start a prairie fire.

The inheritance of a wizard family is not so easy. The difficulties of offspring and the existence of qualification barriers lead to the decline of the entire family once the generation is broken.

"So, what are your worries? Gryffindor, I am willing to do my best for you."

"This is a matter of mutual benefit." The young man handed him the exquisite wooden box with a serious look, and carefully told many things that need attention, and finally looked at the respectful man and said, "I believe, Gryffindor Descendants will not disgrace the name of their ancestors."

"Only this, please rest assured." Owen gave a wizard salute seriously, "I swear by Gryffindor."

Of course this boy is Elan.

After reaching a deal with Owen, the God of Darkness has been following him, wanting to see how this sworn wizard can make Godric, who is extremely devout to God, abandon the Holy See and join the wizard's camp. Then, he saw it.

— with emotion.

——With the life of the only family member.

This is human beings.

Abominable yet cute, simple yet complex, despicable yet noble... The god quietly staring at all of these lowered his eyelids, and he has recorded all of this with the eyes of God that is close to eternity.Someone seems to have said that as long as someone always remembers, the dead are still alive.

The conversation in the room came to an abrupt end.

Owen's face was serene, and he had already fallen asleep.

Eternal sleep.

What are the unfinished words?Not reconciled, or something else?It doesn't matter anymore.

Godric looked at Owen with closed eyes in silence, and transparent tears fell on the wooden floor drop by drop, and soon gathered into a small pool.

How to host a wizard's funeral?Do you want to prepare the coffin first, then what?Does Uncle Owen want to go back to the Gryffindor castle?

Godric didn't know anything.

At least he can confirm that there can be no priests of the Holy See at the funeral.

Kneeling on the spot for a while, the young knight—no, the young preparatory wizard wiped his tears with his sleeve in embarrassment and rudely, and looked at the relic left by Uncle Owen.

A letter, and a wooden box.

Opening the letter, the familiar handwriting made tears flood again. Godric sniffed, watching his uncle's kind instructions, his expression gradually changed from moved to strange...Why, the second half of this letter, like Teaching him... to hatch eggs?

Godric was a little confused.

With a strange premonition, he opened the wooden box——

A black egg lay quietly on the soft fleece.

???

Godric blinked, and blinked again.

The egg rolled a bit, as if to show disdain for his fuss.

Godric: "..."