The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts
Chapter 94 The reclusive Ilyich
An old man with an iron-gray beard dragged a huge tree trunk out of the mountain. At this moment, smoke was rising from the small village at the foot of the mountain. A group of children wearing patched clothes were chasing a gray tree in the open space at the entrance of the village. The fluttering ball.
Seldon placed the tree trunk in front of his cabin, took out a rough wooden pipe from his arms, and sat down next to a thin child.
"Aren't you going to play with them?" Seldon took two puffs on his pipe, and the cheapest tobacco flickered inside.
The kid shook his head and sat on the ground, arms wrapped around his legs.
"They said I was a monster. Everyone in the village thought I killed my parents." There was a coldness in his voice that was not for his age. "What do you think, Mr. Seldon?"
This old man, who had just arrived in the village a few months ago, was the only person willing to communicate with him.
"My child, birth, old age, illness and death are normal things. Although I sympathize with your parents, what does death in an avalanche have to do with you?"
The skinny boy sniffed: "But, but there are always some uncontrollable things happening around me."
"When I get angry, I..."
"Boy," Seldon said, slapping him hard on the head, "let's think about what happens when you're angry."
"Last time you were angry because the wild boar rushed down the mountain and trampled the wheat bar, and then you scared him away."
The boy buried his head: "But, I also injured Little John, who happened to be next to me at the time."
"Then let's think about it again, what would have happened if you hadn't scared the wild boar away." The circular smoke ring slowly rose, "You two, you and Little John, combined, are not That wild boar’s opponent.”
The little boy nodded. It was true. The wild boar was so huge that even four or five adults might not be as strong as it.
"It will destroy the wheat fields, and in that case, the people in the village will be hungry this winter." Seldon looked at the children who were playing football, "Little John may not have a chance to play, and you two will probably He was killed by that wild boar."
"So, kid, you did a good thing."
"But..." the little boy's voice became louder.
Seldon stood up, and he saw that the gray leather ball that was filled with pudding was finally overwhelmed and collapsed: "You just haven't learned how to control that power, and the people in the village just haven't learned how to get along with people like us. .”
"We are like this..." The boy's eyes widened.
Seldon walked over to the group of dejected children—the last and only football in the village.
He picked up the deflated ball and weighed it in his hands, and it became full again.
The children exclaimed with joy - "That's great, Mr. Seldon."
"There is nothing you can't do, Grandpa Ilyich!"
"Yeah, my dad said you are stronger than him."
Seldon Ilyich weighed the magic-repaired football with his feet: "So, are you going to have a real game, good boys?"
"Of course!" the children said in unison.
"But we still have one person left before we can be divided into two teams." Seldon stepped on the football under his feet and looked at the helpless boy.
Little John shouted in the direction of Seldon's cabin: "Charlie, come on!"
The skinny boy stood up hesitantly, but stayed where he was.
Seldon shrugged, looking regretful - and more children called out.
"Come on, Charlie, let's play together."
"It's just you."
"Okay..." After a while, these children were about to lose their patience, and a thin figure suddenly rushed into the crowd like flying.
"You run so fast, Charlie, then you will be the forward!" Little John said excitedly, already starting to grab people for his team.
When the sky completely darkened and adults started shouting their children's names at the door, this non-scoring football match ended.
"Charlie, did you see my goal?" Little John patted the skinny boy on the shoulder, "Of course, you are the best forward, you scored half of the goals."
"But the one you entered was the hardest, wasn't it?"
"Hahaha, Charlie, you can go to my house for dinner today. Mom baked a plum cake!"
The entrance to the village finally calmed down, and only a pipe was still burning in the darkness.
"Doesn't the Archmage need to eat?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded, "Or no one asked you to go home for dinner, Mr. Principal."
Seldon Ilyich stretched out his hand to catch a golden snitch. Such skill did not look like that of a 90-year-old man.
"Thank you for providing a safe house, otherwise I would have been chased by that junior like a lost dog."
A Templar witch wearing a white mask emerged from the darkness—the captain of the Third Templar Squadron who was sent to hunt down Seldon Ilyich turned out to have a good relationship with him.
"How did you find me?" Seldon looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand. Apparently, his student had added more tricks to this gadget.
There are two golden snitches flying on the shoulders of the temple witch: "Have you forgotten that I am an alchemist? Some of my gadgets are still very useful in finding people, Teacher Ilyich."
Seldon Ilyich released his fingers, and the golden snitch flapped its wings and flew towards its master.
"Thank you so much, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live such a peaceful life." Seldon said sincerely.
This is why both Aesop and the Russian Ministry of Magic have completely lost the news about Seldon - there is a high-ranking member of the Templar who is secretly helping him.
This high-ranking member of the church is not only an alchemist who can create various magical items, but also the main person in charge of dealing with Ilyich after Artyoms.With such an "inside agent", how could Seldon be found?
"Leaving a man like you to live in peace is a sad thing in itself."
Seldon put away his pipe: "That's not necessary. I really enjoy this period of time. I have time to think about the past."
The old wizard, who was in his 90s but had the mental state of a mature man, looked at the student in front of him: "So, what made you come to me in person?"
The Templar Witch sighed: "Vladimir still hasn't let go of his doubts about me. The Templar has decided to let him be responsible for the task of dealing with you."
"Vladimir." A look of recollection appeared on Seldon's face. He was also a very outstanding child.
The Templar Witch handed a ruby-colored mask to Seldon: "This is my latest invention - Time Mask."
"Even the Archmage can't see through its disguise, because it is true."
"Just take it with you and you can continue with your plans."
Seldon placed the tree trunk in front of his cabin, took out a rough wooden pipe from his arms, and sat down next to a thin child.
"Aren't you going to play with them?" Seldon took two puffs on his pipe, and the cheapest tobacco flickered inside.
The kid shook his head and sat on the ground, arms wrapped around his legs.
"They said I was a monster. Everyone in the village thought I killed my parents." There was a coldness in his voice that was not for his age. "What do you think, Mr. Seldon?"
This old man, who had just arrived in the village a few months ago, was the only person willing to communicate with him.
"My child, birth, old age, illness and death are normal things. Although I sympathize with your parents, what does death in an avalanche have to do with you?"
The skinny boy sniffed: "But, but there are always some uncontrollable things happening around me."
"When I get angry, I..."
"Boy," Seldon said, slapping him hard on the head, "let's think about what happens when you're angry."
"Last time you were angry because the wild boar rushed down the mountain and trampled the wheat bar, and then you scared him away."
The boy buried his head: "But, I also injured Little John, who happened to be next to me at the time."
"Then let's think about it again, what would have happened if you hadn't scared the wild boar away." The circular smoke ring slowly rose, "You two, you and Little John, combined, are not That wild boar’s opponent.”
The little boy nodded. It was true. The wild boar was so huge that even four or five adults might not be as strong as it.
"It will destroy the wheat fields, and in that case, the people in the village will be hungry this winter." Seldon looked at the children who were playing football, "Little John may not have a chance to play, and you two will probably He was killed by that wild boar."
"So, kid, you did a good thing."
"But..." the little boy's voice became louder.
Seldon stood up, and he saw that the gray leather ball that was filled with pudding was finally overwhelmed and collapsed: "You just haven't learned how to control that power, and the people in the village just haven't learned how to get along with people like us. .”
"We are like this..." The boy's eyes widened.
Seldon walked over to the group of dejected children—the last and only football in the village.
He picked up the deflated ball and weighed it in his hands, and it became full again.
The children exclaimed with joy - "That's great, Mr. Seldon."
"There is nothing you can't do, Grandpa Ilyich!"
"Yeah, my dad said you are stronger than him."
Seldon Ilyich weighed the magic-repaired football with his feet: "So, are you going to have a real game, good boys?"
"Of course!" the children said in unison.
"But we still have one person left before we can be divided into two teams." Seldon stepped on the football under his feet and looked at the helpless boy.
Little John shouted in the direction of Seldon's cabin: "Charlie, come on!"
The skinny boy stood up hesitantly, but stayed where he was.
Seldon shrugged, looking regretful - and more children called out.
"Come on, Charlie, let's play together."
"It's just you."
"Okay..." After a while, these children were about to lose their patience, and a thin figure suddenly rushed into the crowd like flying.
"You run so fast, Charlie, then you will be the forward!" Little John said excitedly, already starting to grab people for his team.
When the sky completely darkened and adults started shouting their children's names at the door, this non-scoring football match ended.
"Charlie, did you see my goal?" Little John patted the skinny boy on the shoulder, "Of course, you are the best forward, you scored half of the goals."
"But the one you entered was the hardest, wasn't it?"
"Hahaha, Charlie, you can go to my house for dinner today. Mom baked a plum cake!"
The entrance to the village finally calmed down, and only a pipe was still burning in the darkness.
"Doesn't the Archmage need to eat?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded, "Or no one asked you to go home for dinner, Mr. Principal."
Seldon Ilyich stretched out his hand to catch a golden snitch. Such skill did not look like that of a 90-year-old man.
"Thank you for providing a safe house, otherwise I would have been chased by that junior like a lost dog."
A Templar witch wearing a white mask emerged from the darkness—the captain of the Third Templar Squadron who was sent to hunt down Seldon Ilyich turned out to have a good relationship with him.
"How did you find me?" Seldon looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand. Apparently, his student had added more tricks to this gadget.
There are two golden snitches flying on the shoulders of the temple witch: "Have you forgotten that I am an alchemist? Some of my gadgets are still very useful in finding people, Teacher Ilyich."
Seldon Ilyich released his fingers, and the golden snitch flapped its wings and flew towards its master.
"Thank you so much, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live such a peaceful life." Seldon said sincerely.
This is why both Aesop and the Russian Ministry of Magic have completely lost the news about Seldon - there is a high-ranking member of the Templar who is secretly helping him.
This high-ranking member of the church is not only an alchemist who can create various magical items, but also the main person in charge of dealing with Ilyich after Artyoms.With such an "inside agent", how could Seldon be found?
"Leaving a man like you to live in peace is a sad thing in itself."
Seldon put away his pipe: "That's not necessary. I really enjoy this period of time. I have time to think about the past."
The old wizard, who was in his 90s but had the mental state of a mature man, looked at the student in front of him: "So, what made you come to me in person?"
The Templar Witch sighed: "Vladimir still hasn't let go of his doubts about me. The Templar has decided to let him be responsible for the task of dealing with you."
"Vladimir." A look of recollection appeared on Seldon's face. He was also a very outstanding child.
The Templar Witch handed a ruby-colored mask to Seldon: "This is my latest invention - Time Mask."
"Even the Archmage can't see through its disguise, because it is true."
"Just take it with you and you can continue with your plans."
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