Chapter 338 Penguin

I feel like my life is meaningless.

At least until I was twenty-five, it was like this.

When I was born, it was a time of war, both Muggles and wizards were at war, my father was an ordinary wizard, of course, so was my mother, but I had no impression of her, but I am very grateful to her for bringing me to this boring world. In this world, at least let me know what the word "boring" really means.

From the time I was born until I was almost ten years old, my father had been setting up a small stall in secret, or doing odd jobs - repairing broomsticks or something, supporting the two of us with his handiwork, he was not like a novel Like in the movie, or a gambler, or likes to hit me, he doesn't like to do any of that, he's just a man of few words.

He wants to teach me the craft of broom repair, hoping that I can make a broom that can engrave our surnames, but I am not interested. There are too many master broom makers in the world, and there is nothing left in this industry. But I can study it, so in the end he failed to pass on his skills to me, leaving me with only his silence.

That year, Grindelwald escaped from prison, and he and his henchmen in black clothes made a big fuss in Paris. I looked at the sky next to the Pythia sculpture, and there were two people, a man and a woman. , they may be husband and wife or lovers, just like my father and mother, they and Grindelwald have a hard time, but the tragedy is that they are only two people from beginning to end.

I watched helplessly as the building where they were standing was blown down by a black guy. At this moment, the statue next to me touched my head.

I don't know why, but maybe that's how mothers feel.

I later learned that it was mercy, and that Pythia was a prophet in ancient Greece, but I don't know why a statue can also predict the prophet.

Sure enough, my poor father, on his way to deliver a repaired broom to a client, was hit by a blocking spell.

The spell didn't kill him, but a splinter of the broom went into his lungs, and by the time the old witch in the alley took me to claim him, he was dead, maybe from pain, maybe from suffocation Dead, who knows.

I left him in the Ministry of Magic and they told me that the Aurors had cast a spell that killed him, but I didn't hate them, my father used to say, "Don't go where there are many people, because the flying demons The curse might hit you."

He is right.

But I have been alone since then, but it is no different from before, he is often away from home, I am used to it.

The Ministry of Magic wanted to make it up to me. They arranged a whole set of policies for me to last until adulthood, but I refused. My father's blood was in those Galleons. Although I don't feel sorry for him, I can taste it too. The smell of blood.

I hate being programmed, it's as boring as something that's been researched.

But the price of rejection soon followed. Beauxbaton, who was hit hard, reduced the number of admissions that year. I didn't receive their admission letter, but I didn't care. I was ready to live like those squibs. Dignity means nothing to me.

Fortunately, I received an admission notice from Durmstrang on August 17th. The reputation of this school is not very good, because they have cultivated Grindelwald who provoked chaos, but I actually felt at first It doesn't have much to do with schooling, as Grindelwald was dropped out early.

But later, my classmates all fell into his arms. I think the outside world's evaluation of Durmstrang is still reasonable.

There is no difference between me and them, I have no interest in all the courses, since someone has already studied Charms thoroughly, why should we study it? So my grades are mediocre, my mana is mediocre, and even my physical strength and appearance are mediocre. Even in terms of life experience, there are many people who were worse than me in the war years. If I have any characteristics, then it must be ordinary and outstanding. Like my classmates, I threw myself into Nurmengard's arms.

Although Grindelwald's boring elitism and race theory can't arouse my approval, people always have to find something to do, don't they?

I was doing a nondescript job in Nurmengard, and I had been living an ordinary life, but somehow, I always met Grindelwald in various places, and he was familiar with me, so that he arranged me to A young man works under him.

My life has changed since then.

My only advantage is seriousness and responsibility, which is a trait that most people have in Nurmengard, but when I was transferred to the center in Krakow, everything was different.

"Don't focus too much on work, there are too many interesting things in life that you need to explore." This is exactly what the man, Master Nelson Wertling said, "There are endless jobs in the world, but everyone life only once."

I think so, and thought about living as he said, but somehow, my life is not what he said, or maybe work is my life, so I can only work harder and put all my energy into it. Throw it into work, hoping that way you'll find some "breath of life," as he calls it.

The strange thing is that despite almost everyone's slowdown, the construction of the center has not slowed down, and it is even much faster than scheduled, but it has a lot more content that I didn't see on the drawings, some strange Facilities and strange equipment, and some magic of unknown use—sadly, I seem to be the only one who discovered this in the whole of Nurmengard. Those people not only can't read the blueprints, they can't read the blueprints.

But I didn't report it. He is my direct supervisor. What he does always makes sense, but I just can't figure it out.

For the first time, I was curious, what did he add to my ordinary working life?

So I started to observe him. Fortunately, I have a pair of sharp eyes and good hearing. I watched him go to Ilvermorny every day from the first teleportation array, and come back to work after class. I see The alchemy furnace in his office is open almost all day, and these alchemy furnaces are only used to produce the parts of the alchemy furnace. I don't know where he moved those things, but after so many years, the alchemy furnace he took away It is almost possible to open an alchemy factory - speaking of which, this concept was also proposed by him.

I saw him often chatting with people in a mirror, and the content of the conversation was always related to Grindelwald. Does he want to defeat Grindelwald? Does he find Grindelwald as boring as I do? Doesn't he value the job? But yes, a person like him should be able to easily find a satisfactory job no matter where he is.

The person in the mirror seems to be his friend, the two of them talked almost everything, even sharing the content of the course, and I overheard countless whimsical ideas, which are not something wizards or Muggles can come up with at all, These are areas that no one has ever explored - magic that can travel through time, combining Muggle technology and magic, how to kill a person who can't be killed, what is the nature of magic...

He's different from everyone, he's not a boring guy.

Wizards are used to waving a wand and reciting spells to get everything. They have been turned into idiots by the convenience of magic, let alone think about what magic is, although his emotions are a bit ridiculous-no emotions like me Why do people still have magical powers?

As for the time travel magic, I'm really interested, if I can go back in time and save my father and mother... What would it be like for me growing up in a normal family?

Gradually, I kind of figured out what kind of private goods he had mixed in the center of Krakow and those magic factories built by him--if you want me to say, just by looking at the leopard, I also think that's really too much. Cool!

He also often brings different people to the office as guests. The tea I make is the best, so I can always see something that I shouldn’t see. I don’t know many people, but I still remember the man who captured Grindelwald. Those who have seen the photos, but everyone turned a blind eye to them. They knew Grindelwald’s connivance to Mr. Wertling. They were afraid of being punished, but I was willing to keep a secret for him, just because of the sentence I heard—— I don't think anyone's fate needs to be decided by others, even if he is as humble as dust, he still has the right to choose to fly into the air or get mixed into the mud.

I totally lost the idea of ​​reporting all this to Nurmengard, Nelson Welting is more interesting than all of them put together, he really knows what a person needs, it's not a illusory power, it doesn't always lose Power is not a short-lived wealth. He wants everyone to live like a human. He doesn’t want anyone to be a supporting role in other people’s legends. I don’t know what it feels like to live like a human. I have been like a magic factory since I was born. Parts on a lathe, but I thought, this thing I have never heard of must be wonderful, otherwise Mr. Wertling would not have spent so much effort.

I even heard the argument between him and Grindelwald, and I heard Grindelwald's sigh afterwards. This is the point that he is not as good as Mr. Wertling - the adult will not be seduced by mean guys, he will not be tempted by those boring guys No interest, but Grindelwald claims to be smart and wants to use him. Maybe he has this ability, but he always looks a little boring, doesn't he?

For example, when he was talking about emotions and eyes, he didn't find a pair of eyes staring at him in the corner.

It's a pity that one day, I was found out about eavesdropping on the adult's conversation, but he didn't punish me. Instead, he arranged for me an interesting job because of my serious work-going to Antarctica to study magic penguins-this is even the case in New York. This is a field that no master of magical beasts like Te Scamander has touched, this is a field that no one has studied! As long as I do it, any discovery is brand new, future, epoch-making, and meaningful!

In the frigid Antarctic, I don’t feel cold at all. When I can see my research report getting thicker every day, and one step closer to an epoch-making discovery, I am very excited, and I even feel so hot that I want to go to the ice. Rolling on the floor, of course, this practice is not worth advocating, I was in bed for two weeks after that, but I was still happy.

There are so many undiscovered treasures on this uninhabited continent, those ice layers, the strong magnetic field, those sea creatures with intelligence no less than humans, and the seabed under great pressure, all have infinite treasures belonging to wizards, although I'm working behind closed doors, but I can also feel myself getting stronger every day - this is the first time I'm interested in being strong.

But after I left Nurmengard, my former colleagues there told me that the construction of magic factories and projects had been stagnant for a long time, and the soul figure, Lord Wertningen, had also disappeared. Newspapers from all over the world are ordered on the island, and the penguin picks them up every day, hoping to find out what he is doing.

I've researched everything about penguins, there's nothing new and interesting, it makes me panic and anxious, I want to know what he's up to, I'm not good enough to follow in his footsteps, but I need him for I guide the way.

Soon, just three months ago, Grindelwald came to Antarctica suddenly and found my igloo accurately. He installed a water curtain for me that could play pictures, and told me that when the black tower showed his When the light is on, I can go look for Mr. Wertling.

Until the Triwizard Tournament started, I saw the Dark Tower, but I couldn't see the light.

I was even a little annoyed why adults should waste their energy on this kind of boring game that only children value, the champion comes and goes, and only the eternal flag flutters in the wind.

I can't hear his arguments with his friends, and I can't hear those whimsical ideas, which makes my heart infinitely empty. After many years in Antarctica, I realized that what attracted me was not the content of his conversation, but the star that didn't belong to him. The heart of this boring world.

The greater interests are interests after all, and we have the greatness itself to pursue.

I wanted to be funny, I sealed my memory in the ice cap, imitated every day, and wanted to be closer to adults.

When I first saw the huge titan in the water curtain, I was intoxicated. This is the simplest and most feasible idea that an adult told his friends-a self-sufficient eternity that combines Muggle technology and magic A weapon of war, a god who can stop all disputes - it may be weak, but these boring guys must not want to see it become stronger and overwhelming for a day!

He also said that when the world's view changes for me, Tom, we are no longer simple wizards. I don't care who Tom is, but my heart can't stand my imagination anymore. Will those greater ideals be presented to this group of boring people one by one?

I couldn't wait to imitate my golem with the years of solid ice under the ice sheet. The time promised by Grindelwald has come. I tried to use apparition to leave this continent for the first time. To Krakow, the so-called distance across half the world is only mediocre.

I rushed to London non-stop and wandered around the place where he grew up for a long time. I was a little confused, how could such an ordinary corner give birth to such a detached person?

The elder who passed away was an extraordinary person, maybe his energy came from here? Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing.

I finally met Lord Wertling in London, but he seemed to be slack, indulging in the boring love of children and magical adventures that only children like. I want to help him regain his enthusiasm. I want to call Wake him up, I have fully understood his plan, let me be the catalyst of greatness itself, when the world's view changes for him, he will no longer be that simple wizard!

I remember these two witches, let's start with these two boring guys.

When the laws we abide by are broken, when the two separated worlds merge into one, how will people change?

When power is overwhelmed by a greater name, is it still power?

Um? Master Wertning likes to eat pastries, although they need to be purchased across the ocean, but the taste is indeed unique.

ha? What's my name you ask?

I study penguins, so you can call me penguin. Maybe when the adults let me study magic cactus, it will not be too late for you to call me cactus.