allendalepharm Chapter 93 From Loneliness to Warmth
Chapter 93 From Loneliness to Warmth
Chapter 93 From Loneliness to Warmth
Casting magic is a challenge for clumsy Ron.
He always learns slower than others and comprehends things later than others, but he is not without his merits—that is, once he has mastered something, his magic is often more powerful than others!
That's more than just a little bit intense!
Yes, just ask anyone, if you count all the current students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who can cast a levitation spell like him and knock out a troll with a stick?
This is a powerful magical creature with a 4X danger level, just like the Griffin, the Ornith, the Thestral, the Thunderbird, and so on!
Who else!
But people always either laugh at or ignore his clumsy early performance, and then often overlook his fierce and powerful later performance.
He's a real Gryffindor!
A true warrior!
It was personally confirmed by the magic master, Professor Lockhart!
He didn't want to disappoint Professor Lockhart, though he didn't want to disappoint his parents either, but they'd probably been disappointed enough already.
Therefore, Professor Lockhart's trust and expectations were all the more precious to him.
He had never thought so seriously about the joy deep within his heart, not even when he was envious of George and Fred playing with their Patronus during training at the Duel Club, not even when Hermione proudly showed her frustration at having learned before him.
Professor Lockhart said, "You can open your heart to feel the beauty of life. You can also close your heart and not let anything from the outside world disturb you, and you will still feel beauty. Feeling beauty is a life instinct; you just need to find your place and touch it in a way that suits you. It's very simple."
Yes, it's very simple.
Ron told himself that.
He kept trying until dark, but the silver light emanating from the tip of his wand was still just a hazy blur, almost indistinguishable.
He showed no signs of frustration.
He just kept telling himself, no, he had to pull it off. He hadn't failed; he just hadn't succeeded yet.
If you haven't succeeded, keep trying until you do.
This was a kind of spirit he had never had before, which sustained him as he continued to try despite his lack of energy.
He began to try to think deeply, something he rarely did in the past because he was too mediocre. His thoughts were often laughable in front of his outstanding older brothers, which made him unwilling to do so.
But he began to think, constantly recalling Professor Lockhart's gentle teachings, and trying every possible method.
He eventually made peace with his own mediocrity.
Yes, recognizing one's own mediocrity is a painful thing, especially for a young child, but as Professor Lockhart said, we need to have a clear understanding of ourselves.
and then?
He decided to give up exploring what his "most beautiful and happiest" memories were.
This act of giving up suddenly made the road ahead seem much wider.
Finding the "best" is difficult for an ordinary person like him because it involves comparison and measurement. But if he simply wants to think about something that he finds beautiful and joyful, there are countless possibilities.
His first thought was of his pet, Banban.
No one could understand his feelings for Spotted, even though it was an old and ugly rat.
But...
Would a lonely child really dislike a pet just because it's not cute enough?
No, no one understands how many lonely days and nights Banban accompanied him. No one will understand, no one cares about, and no one likes him, and no one likes or cares about his pet, who has no one cares about either.
He recalled every scene from the past, and a bright smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
I remember the summer I first got Banban, his village held a banquet, and many of the village's children came.
The adults would surround Percy and praise him, the children would be amused by his twin brothers, and they would also secretly and cautiously keep an eye on Ron's two super cool brothers, especially Bill, who had a long ponytail and wore a cool fan earring.
Of course, little girls also enjoy playing with pretty Ginny.
He, however, always seemed to live in the shadows of others. No one saw him, no one cared about him. Only Banban climbed onto his knees and gently placed her little paws on the back of his hands, giving him warmth.
Ron didn't notice that in the bushes behind him, a clump of grass was swaying at a different frequency than the other clumps of grass that were being blown by the wind.
That's Peter Pettigrew.
I'm trembling with fear.
He is terrified now.
No one noticed how distraught he was when Ron brought him here, about to be pulled into that bizarre scene by Gilderoy Lockhart's magic.
Fortunately, Lockhart reminded everyone how to get out of that scene.
After everyone else entered, he frantically resisted the so-called call to adventure and actually broke free.
run!
He has already shown a flaw that could be discovered!
We can't keep them here; who knows when they'll be exposed!
He has such a keen sense of smell; he has always been very sensitive.
But he couldn't escape at all. As he jumped out of Ron's pocket, the winged demon began to chase him frantically, trying to bite open his rat-like head and suck his brains.
It's time for my hamster to die!
Left with no other choice, he had to transform back into human form.
How many years has it been since he last transformed back into human form? So much time has passed that he's begun to forget.
He began to cast spells to fight against the monster. To be honest, he was the weakest member of the raider group, but that didn't mean he was really weak. He still had a way to deal with a winged demon.
Then he was surrounded.
The Boggart was manageable; he knew it was a Boggart and could easily deal with it with a clown charm. But the presence of the other two dark magic creatures filled him with despair.
What made him even more desperate was...
He discovered that he had no way to escape from the Crabbe family's polka dot fish farm; he had no way to leave!
He ran frantically, dodging the monsters' pursuit, until he finally collapsed and, in utter despair, cast a disillusionment spell on himself. As he closed his eyes, ready to die, the monsters all left.
It was as if they hadn't noticed him at all.
Is it that simple?
He could hardly believe it was handled so easily? A Disillusionment Charm learned by a sixth-year wizard? (Actually, Lockhart let him off the hook.)
ha~
He was lucky enough to survive, and he was thinking about how to leave this place with everyone else, and then leave the Weasleys forever.
Escape every day.
This made him very reluctant to leave; the Weasleys were very kind and took good care of him.
He, a man with nowhere to go, a man who didn't even know how to live, was actually quite content to spend his whole life as a carefree pet.
Especially Ron, the young master, truly cared for him from the bottom of his heart.
Alas, what a pity.
He silently wished Ron well.
Then, after an unknown amount of time, he began to feel a powerful force affecting the entire farm; it was terrifying.
Just like when he was facing Lockhart's two dark magic creature pets.
Oh, later Ron woke up and talked to Lockhart, and then he realized that it really was a dark magic creature.
This dark magic creature was so terrifying that it completely ruined the Crabbe family's rainbow fish farm for decades, leaving the Crabbe family helpless.
As the cloak billowed and billowed, he felt a surge of discomfort welling up inside him.
If he weren't so sensitive, he might have just thought it was a temporary change in his emotions.
As he felt lost about life after leaving the Weasleys, a sense of loneliness began to well up within him, and loneliness began to devour his soul.
He was afraid of being alone. He lived his whole life in the shadow of others, with no one caring or paying attention to him. He didn't know why he was alive.
At first, he followed the three Potters, and later he followed the Weasleys, which made him feel like he had someone to rely on and a place to belong, which was good.
He watched his young master Ron's retreating figure from afar, feeling the loneliness devouring his soul. He longed to return to Ron's side.
But he told himself he couldn't move, or he might be killed here by the monsters Lockhart kept.
He has to wait until Ron passes by.
Then he waited and waited, and suddenly he saw Ron begin to cast a spell on the dark magic creature in the sky.
He looked very clumsy.
Hey~
Ron, you silly boy, how can someone like us, who is mediocre and sometimes even a little dull, learn from someone like Lockhart who makes a living with talent? It's useless for you to learn his methods.
The Guardian Charm is not used like this.
A guardian angel protects your soul—it's that simple. Don't think about anything too wonderful; you have to desire to be protected. If you desire it enough, it will appear.
A dull person should approach magic in a dull way, without all the fancy stuff.
But he couldn't show himself, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare speak to Ron, as he would terrify Ron and cause him to abandon him completely, or expose him.
Peter Pettigrew watched Ron's retreating figure helplessly, pleading with him not to try anymore; it was simply impossible. "Why don't you wander around a bit? Aren't you quite greedy? One fish won't be enough. Come pick some mushrooms in the woods!"
Then he froze.
He didn't even realize that the illusion spell he was under had dissipated. He just lay there on the ground, dumbfounded, staring at Ron and the wand in his hand.
"Protect the Gods!"
A magical light flashed, and silver smoke swirled upwards as a rat made of silver light raced wildly toward the cloak in the sky.
Was that me?
Peter Pettigrew stared blankly at the scene, suddenly feeling a little moved.
You're the one who takes care of me, you're the one who makes the sacrifices, so how did it become your happiness?
This silly child—
His eyes welled up with tears, and he pursed his lips as he cast the Disillusionment Spell on himself again, then looked up at the little mouse running wildly in the sky with Ron.
He knew that wasn't him; that was Ron's courage, something he himself wasn't that brave.
That's great!