The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

The quiet and comfortable morning was spent amidst laughter and laughter. The sun rose high and the rest day disappeared from the hustle and bustle of the past.

But in the club among young wizards, large and small groups laughed and wandered around the castle's Black Lake and even the Forbidden Forest.

After spending the morning, Delal held Chris in his arms and walked along the corridor toward the tower where the owls lived outside the castle. As he walked, he thought about the news he heard from Paul last night.

Rubbing his chin, he slowly walked up the stairs of the tall tower in front of him. When he was about to reach the top of the tower, a melodious voice came from under the pointed shack.

My ears moved slightly and I listened quietly to the sound coming from above. "Is this an opera?"

"Lear: What's the matter, Cordelia? Correct your words before you lose your fortune."

"Cordelia: Father"

"You gave birth to me, raised me, and loved me."

"I repay this appropriately"

"Obey you, respect and love you, and treat you with special respect"

"Why do the two sisters want to get married, since they say they love you with all their hearts? Maybe one day I will get married."

"The husband who swore to live with me forever will take it away."

"Half of my love, half of my care and responsibility"

"Of course I can't marry like my sisters."

"Lear: Is this what you really mean?"

"Cordelia: Yes, Father."

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The owner of the voice sometimes pretends to be a male voice, and sometimes pretends to be a girl. He sings an opera in two roles on this empty tower. Chrissy in her arms raises her little head and looks at Delal, opening her own He asked with a waxy voice as he exposed his pink tongue and licked his delicate nose.

"Meow?" Delal, the voice coming from upstairs is nice. What is he singing?

Smiling, he glanced down at Chris and said with a chuckle, "I don't know exactly, but it sounds like an opera."

"Meow" Then let's go up quickly.

"Um"

While talking, a man and a cat came to the room full of owls. In the open space in the middle, a woman with blond hair and temporarily white skin was spinning and jumping with an ancient book in one hand and a wand in the other. As the woman sang loudly, the wand moved up and down. Sliding.

When Dral stepped into the room, the woman turned around to face Dral's direction, and the wand brought out a sliver of winding light.An excited voice sounded, and Delal spoke loudly and nervously while looking at the woman's beautiful face.

"All the sacred secrets and the spiritual wonders lurking underground, come out with my tears!"

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"The just God has made our sins of love an instrument of punishment for us; he gave birth to you in a dark and sinful place, and as a result he lost his eyes."

When the woman was still about to express something, her emerald-green eyes slid across the door and looked at a man and a cat staring blankly at her. Her mouth, which showed her teeth and grew, suddenly stopped making sounds.

As the words ended, the face full of emotions gradually turned into a cold and indifferent expression, and a cold voice came from the slightly opened mouth.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said, trying to walk into the house.

With quick steps, she passed by the boy at the door and left the room without looking back. Like a breeze blowing away, the woman under the fluttering school robe disappeared from the boy's sight.

Slowly turning around, the boy looked at the place where the woman disappeared, thinking about the coat of arms he just saw, the blue vertical stripes on the bottom and the flapping raven.

"Raven's Claw" and "Greedy Plunderer" muttered twice.

"Meow" Delal, did that girl just talk about Lear again?

"Huh?" The boy who came back to his senses quickly recalled his memory. The words he heard at the beginning indeed contained the name Delal heard just last night.

With a slight smile on his lips, he had to ask the Ravenclaw classmates if they knew this senior.

After saying that, he turned around, walked into the room and looked at the owls of various sizes and postures in the room, and Dral screamed loudly.

"Handsome boy? Where are you?" The boy's voice echoed in the room, and he waited quietly for a while.

"Meow" Isn't he here, Dral.

"Probably not, let me ask." With probing eyes, a child in a gray-white feathered coat on the wooden frame beside the wall looked at the boy quietly.

With a smile on his lips and holding the cat in his arms, Delal asked softly.

"Did you see the handsome guy?"

"Gu?" The big head tilted and looked at the boy with round eyes.

Rubbing her chin, the girl in her arms gently stretched out her hand and tugged on the boy's clothes.

"Meow?" Delal doesn't seem to understand what you said e=(?0?7o｀*))) Sigh.

"Well" in his thoughts, Dral took out the wand from his arms and put it between his eyebrows. Golden runes flashed, and a thin golden thread wrapped around the wand round and round with Dral's winding movements. From a distance, the tip of the wand is shining with brilliant golden light.

Stretching the wand in his hand towards the owl in front of him, his big head stared motionlessly at the approaching light ball. When the wand pressed against his big head, the golden light spread out like a ball of golden sand, and then slowly flowed into it.

"Gu!" "Can you help us find him?"

Upon hearing Dral's request, the owl in front of him suddenly fluttered its gray-white wings and rotated upward along the wall, finally flying out from the window on the top of the tower.

"Okay, let's go back and come find him again at night."

"Meow" then one person and one cat slowly went down the stairs. When leaving the west tower, Delal accidentally saw on the rocks in the distance, the woman who left in front was leaning against a big tree and reading carefully. What are you wearing?

With a slight movement in his heart, Delal followed the rotating stone stairs to the foot of the tower, stepped on the yellow and green grass and walked in the direction of the woman. When he came not far from her, he slowed down until he was close.

The woman must have heard the boy's footsteps. She raised her head from the book and looked forward. The boy said with a smile and an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry just now. I was going to send an email. I really didn't expect to disturb you."

The girl closed the book in her hand, stood up slowly, hugged the book to her chest, raised her hand to hold her slightly messy blond hair, and looked at Delal with cold eyes.

"You don't have to apologize, junior. After all, anyone can go anywhere, so you don't count as disturbing me."

"No, no, no," Delal waved his hands and said, "Although anyone can go, I still disturbed my senior. I should apologize to you, senior."

The woman stood under the tree, staring quietly into the boy's red eyes for a long time.

"If that's all, I think I accept your apology, junior. If there's nothing else, I'm still busy." After saying that, he wanted to leave, but Delal saw the steps the woman was about to take.

"Senior, I have something to ask you. Is the opera you just sang in the tower an opera?" The woman retracted her steps, stood still, and turned back to look at Delal.

"Are you interested in opera?" There was a hint of interest in his emerald green eyes.

"I'm just a little curious about what you just performed."

"Huh?" There was a trace of doubt on his cold face.

"Lear, I am somewhat interested in the name Lear."

"You are playing two roles. In the middle, you call the other person Lear with your female title. And I am a little interested in this name. The unknown is interesting, isn't it." With a smile on his face, Delal looked at the woman with sincerity in his eyes.

After a long time, a strong wind blew, and the strong wind lifted the woman's blond hair high.When the strong wind subsided, the girl opened her mouth softly and said.

"King Lear"

"King Lear?" the boy asked with doubts in his eyes.

"Well, it's called "King Lear". It was written by William Shakespeare around the [-]th century. It is one of the four major tragedies he created."

"The content of the story is a bit difficult to explain clearly at the moment. If the juniors are interested, you can go to the library to borrow it. Although Muggle stories are rarely included in the wizarding world, there are still some relatively symbolic works."

Delal's heart moved slightly when he heard the words of the woman in front of him.

"As a famous dramatist and poet during the Renaissance, why would Shakespeare use a character connected to the magical world as the protagonist of his story?"

“And what does the other side have to do with King Lear?”

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts. I don't know your name yet, can you tell me your name?" Delal gave him a slight salute and asked softly.While speaking, the woman finally combed her messy long hair and heard the boy's question.

"Daya Isildar"

"Do you still have any questions, junior?" He looked at the boy with doubt.

"No more, senior."

"Then I'll take my leave." After saying this, he hugged the book and walked towards the castle in the direction from which Dral came.

Delal looked at the figure that was going away again and whispered softly.

"This senior is not so easy to get in touch with. She is as cold as the moon. According to the words of the previous generation, her ice posture is light and cold, and her snow soul is light and gushexian."

"Huh? I got into the strange stuff building." He laughed and walked towards the Black Lake with Chris in his arms. Chris raised her head and looked at the laughing boy inexplicably.

"Meow" Delal, are you sick?

"Sick? I'm just happy." The stopped wind blew again, ruffling the boy's long hair, revealing the shining coat of arms under the sea.

"I feel like I really want to find the key."