Chapter 143 About the Sun and the World, No Comments
"Are you really not going to have dinner here?" Loren asked into the air with a rather regretful tone.
Before he finished speaking, he teleported away. It must be something happened at Hogwarts School, and Dumbledore was anxious to go back to deal with the inspection by the Ministry of Magic.
He hoped that the Ministry of Magic would not raid the Potions Professor's office. Otherwise, based on the specimens of various magical creatures in the storage room, and according to the newly introduced Magical Creatures Protection Act, his beloved Snape should be sentenced to life imprisonment.
Loren thought this, stepped back into the house, and closed the door to the backyard. Bates, who was sleeping on the sofa, let out soothing snores that echoed throughout the living room.
Loren stopped and thought for a while, but finally did not wake him up, but dragged a thin quilt over him. Loren had a simple dinner of milk, bread and luncheon meat.
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On a midsummer night in Paris, the Seine River meanders through the city, and the lights reflect on the river, shining like a Milky Way shooting star.
A couple with gray hair and thin limbs showed their old age supported each other and walked along the Seine River. Their steps were very slow. In their silver-white clothes pockets, a ticket stub of the Paris Opera House lay exposed.
The play tonight is "Faust".
A young man wearing a patched jacket followed the old couple. He ran away from home with the dream of being an opera singer, but ended up reselling the remaining tickets at the door of the opera house. Now I am working hard for my dream.
He chirped and asked: "Hey, what are the identities of you two? He didn't tell me about the tickets. I asked a few actors I know, and they didn't know either. But you can enter the box without a ticket, and you're not one of those people who come and go. There are people who are picked up and dropped off by special cars. Can you tell me what connections you have?"
The two old people had been lingering at the entrance of the theater before the opera started. The young man saw how pitiful they were and had no intention of selling the few remaining tickets. He wanted to give them to the two old people and invite them to watch a show for free.
As a result, the two people didn't use his ticket at all, and even dragged him in together. The young man could only follow them in confusion.
The theater staff who used to look at him with their nostrils were guided with respectful expressions all the way into the luxurious box. After listening to the entire opera, he was still a little confused.
In any case, these two people can definitely help him talk to the theater.
The thin old man in silver-white clothes moved slowly, smelling the aroma of coffee on the street, and looking down at the lights on the river from time to time.
Because it is too strenuous for him to raise his head, he may break his neck or cervical vertebrae if he is not careful.
The old man said slowly: "Don't follow us, we are just two ordinary old people."
The young man did not give up and wanted to try again: "Please help me write a letter of recommendation. I will leave you two front row tickets for every game in the future."
The old man in silver-white clothes smiled and said: "I can't listen to so many scenes. I'm already very old."
"Please, the person you help will star in a great play like "Faust" in the future." The young man begged.
The old woman next to her who always had a gentle smile raised her lips, and her smile became more cheerful. It’s hard to tell whether the laughing boy is overestimating his own abilities, or whether he feels good about such a pure dream.
"Tell me, what is the story of "Faust"?" the old man asked in a soft voice.
The young man suddenly became energetic and thought that this was a test for him. "Faust was a learned scholar in the 15th century. He longed for the mysteries of the universe and life. He spent half his life studying and became proficient in all kinds of knowledge, philosophy, law, and medicine. , theology, and even, most mysteriously, alchemy.”
"As he grew older, he felt trapped in his body."
Having said this, the young man paused, looked at the two elderly people, and then said: "So he made a deal with the devil and drank the potion that can stay young forever..."
The two old men moved slowly while listening to the young man explain the content of "Faust" in detail.
"...Faust realized it clearly, the devil defeated the devil with the fire of love, and God rescued Faust. The whole story is over." The young man smacked his lips, as if he still had some unfinished ideas. He felt that he should add some subjective comments.
The old man looked at the constantly flowing Seine River and asked, "Can you understand anything from it?"
The boy's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to say some of his own opinions: "Faust's character design has the typical contradictions of medieval scholars..."
The old couple stopped at an open-air cafe on the street, sat down at a small table next to the river, and ordered three cups of coffee.
During his youth, he kept expressing himself in an attempt to win the favor of these two extraordinary old men. "... Even if I have eternal youth, the gap of desire is still difficult to satisfy."
He quietly glanced at the two old men who were sniffing the coffee, and began to add his own personal thoughts: "Every day we live, we should strive to pursue our dreams and freedom. This is the real relief."
The old man felt that the temperature of the coffee was right. He took a sip and asked, "Is eternal life important?"
The young man smiled "hehe": "If I say it's not important, that would be false. If I could choose eternal life, I would definitely not refuse it."
He was talking so much along the way, and he happened to be thirsty too. I picked up the coffee cup and drank it in two sips. Suddenly I had an idea and didn't ask for any recommendation letters.
The young man put down the cup and sighed happily: "Don't talk about me, just like you two, at your age, don't you want to live for a few more decades and listen to more "Faust"?"
The old couple laughed when they heard this. The old man in silver-white clothes and with silver-white hair asked, "What would you think if I said that I have a very close relationship with Faust?"
The young man recollected the bitterness on his tongue, thinking that the two were teasing him, and joked back with a smile: "Are you close to Goethe, the original author of "Faust", or are you close to the composer Gounod?"
The prototype of "Faust" was written by a man in the 15th century. Goethe began to compose this masterpiece in 1768. Charles Gounod arranged the music for the opera and it was only premiered in Paris in 1859. It has been more than a hundred years ago. How intimate.
The old man did not answer this question and kept telling the young man about the interpretation of "Faust", its creative background, and social trends.
The young man no longer asked for letters of recommendation, but listened quietly and occasionally offered his own opinions.
It wasn't until the old woman finished drinking her coffee that the old man in silver-white clothes stood up and said to the child in front of him with a smile: "I did spend some time with Goethe, but the story I told him was not like this. That wasn’t the case with the first draft he showed me.”
As if remembering something, the old man looked at his wife and asked suspiciously: "Did you tell Goethe something to ask him to change Faust into what he is now?"
The old woman shook her head and said nothing, still with a gentle smile on her face.
The old man couldn't get the answer, so he looked at the young man and continued: "More than two hundred years ago, I lived in Germany and met Goethe. I told him the story of my travels around the world to refine the magic stone and the elixir of life. I didn't know that he remembered How much content has been written to actually write Faust like this?"
"But!" The silver-haired old man looked at the young man and said gently but firmly,
"It can be said that I am Faust."
The young man's eyes widened and he froze in shock at these words.
After saying that, the old couple disappeared in an instant, leaving only the warm coffee cup on the table and a letter of recommendation underneath, proving that these two people did exist here just now.
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Wearing a white robe, with curling patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and a long white beard, the old man went to sea to cross the English Channel.
It's 1992 and crossing the English Channel is simple, whether by ferry, train or plane, transportation from London to Paris is very convenient.
But this time when he went to sea, he dragged his body without stopping for a moment and continued to use phantom.
Apparition is a commonly used space displacement magic, and it is very suitable for short-distance travel. However, a teleportation distance that is too long will increase the pressure on the body, not only risking separation, but also the risk of being crushed. Therefore, wizards usually use portkeys when traveling across national borders.
But the old man felt that returning to Hogwarts Castle now to take out the door key would be slower than the current way of rushing.
The old man raised his old face, stared in the direction of Paris, and sighed: "Nico, are you really not planning to stay at all?"
Along the route of London St. Pancras Railway Station, all the way to Dover, 120 kilometers, it flashes continuously every moment.
Then he went out to sea from the port and crossed the English Channel. Every time he flickered to the surface of the sea, gravity flickered out again before gravity could pull him into the sea. There wasn't even a drop of water on the white hem.
In less than half a minute, we sailed from the port of Dover to the port of Calais in northern France. This sensational speed made both Muggles and wizards look sideways, but the speed was so fast that no one saw it.
This is the current Chief of the Wizengamot - Albus Dumbledore.
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An old couple with silver-white hair and thin and old faces appeared outside the magnificent manor castle and slowly walked in.
After refining the magic stone, it is easy to smelt gold through mercury and metallic sodium. This is the Midas touch that is praised by the world. He used the gold to buy this manor.
At that time, like Faust, he had an endless lifespan. He wanted to explore the mysteries and truths of the universe and the world, learn all the knowledge in the world, and enjoy all the beauty in the world. This manor is extremely luxurious.
Travel all over the world and exchange and learn from famous alchemists in various places. Make friends with outstanding Muggle characters, enlighten them with thoughts and knowledge blessed by long time, and enjoy the feeling of being close to the Creator.
Use alchemy to transform this place into what he imagined, exquisite and profound. But he doesn't live here permanently. The outside world is more attractive to him than this manor.
The more I enjoy the benefits of a long life, the more I cherish this broken and aging body. I dare not do anything extraordinary or damage it at all.
It wasn't until a Muggle, or No-Maj, found him decades ago that he suddenly got out of the prison of life and found himself.
Nico Flamel tremblingly picked up Perenel's arm and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you have been by my side, otherwise I would not have been able to survive long ago."
Perenelle is also old and trembling, but the smile on her face is still warm: "Wouldn't it be a pity to use the manor that has been built and refined for a lifetime to make a sarcophagus?"
Nico Flamel gradually straightened his back, no longer caring whether his old bones could bear it. This action took a lot of effort, and he began to speak unclearly. Every time he uttered a few words, he had to take a break:
"I, I am mature...stable, after more than six...six hundred years, I can be willful..."
Perenel just smiled gently. Although he didn't say hello to anyone, not even Dumbledore or Beauxbatons, he arranged everything before leaving, and the manor was moved to nothing. Kezi, this is not willful.
The two old men walked hard to the door of the manor, turned around, faced outside, and leaned against the door.
A crystal light gradually appeared on the walls of the entire manor, and the gaps in the brick walls were filled with lines of magic text and the base of the magic circle. The doors, windows, walls, and roof began to fluctuate and change, gradually collapsing and tightening, turning into a sarcophagus.
Only then did Nico Flamel finish his last sentence: "What's wrong?"
After saying this, the two old men gently closed their eyes.
Dumbledore, who had just arrived in Paris, suddenly looked up. Just now, he suddenly couldn't remember where Nico's manor was.
He looked at the brightly lit city in front of him, at the Seine River where the stars and lights interacted and flowed, carrying the laughter and laughter of the entire city, and sighed softly.
The wizard who hides the secret is called the Secret Keeper. If the Keeper chooses not to reveal the secret to anyone, once the Keeper dies, the secret remains forever.
In the deep blue night sky, stars twinkled, and the dark houses were shrouded in shadow. Warm and bright yellow lights sprinkled on the cobblestone square outside. Outside the cafe, orange lights illuminated the tarpaulin set up. .
The space flickered softly, and Dumbledore appeared under a tree next to an outdoor cafe. He came here following some kind of magical wave.
Sitting in the corner of a simple small table and chairs was a dazed young man, holding a letter with scrawled handwriting.
The moment Dumbledore looked at the letter, a silvery white light invisible to Muggles sprang up and headed straight towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore did not dodge, letting the silver-white beam of light hit him, breaking into countless tiny flashes of light in front of him.
Nico Flamel's voice sounded: "Tell Loren for me that I have nothing to say about the sun and the world."
Dumbledore watched the light gradually disappear and repeated: "About the sun and the world, I have nothing to say..."
Accompanied by the accompaniment of the orchestra, a deep and loud male voice sounded from the gramophone in the cafe:
He is ambitious and always aims for the distant future
I also half realize my arrogance
He wants to ask for the most beautiful stars in the sky
And requires extreme debauchery on earth
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What I can say about this moment
You are so beautiful, please stop
The traces left by me in my lifetime
It will last for thousands of years without being lost to obscurity
Now I have a premonition of sublime happiness
Enjoy this supreme moment
I don’t know if those of you who have never read Faust have dyslexia, but I feel that I have tried my best to write the content of Faust as clearly as possible.
and! ! Nico and Faust are really, really, really connected.
There is the original version of the opera on AB.
Finally, I kowtow to the readers who have turned on automatic subscriptions. I will save my manuscripts as much as possible to prevent this kind of stuck incident from happening again.
Xiao Sheng bb: The word count is based on the first publication, readers will not lose.