HP - the time the ring is still

anything in the kingdom.

"Haha, okay..." As if letting go of a worry, the tense nerves were relaxed, and the old king quickly fell down.

"grandfather!"

"Your Majesty!" There was a commotion in the hall.The old king was laid flat on the floor, he kept panting heavily, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something.

"My lord, do you still have any medicine?" Cruled looked at the distressed grandfather, thought of the potion that Kleist and the others had given him before, and quickly stepped forward and knelt down in front of Thranduil and Kleist with his eyes closed. I prayed redly.

Kleist lowered his eyes, and shook his head with a look of reluctance: "I'm sorry, the medicine is no longer effective."

Crowled returned to his grandfather in disappointment, knelt down, held his hand tightly, and sobbed softly.

Kleist looked at it for a while, then sighed softly, she took off the gloves and handed them to Thranduil, who took it with a little displeasure.Kleist walked up to Cyril Ryder and knelt down, stretched out his hands to hold one of his hands, and then chanted softly.Cyril Ryder's whole body was surrounded by a faint light, his expression began to ease, his breathing was slow and steady, and he gradually recovered his sanity, and even his old face began to show his youthful appearance.Everyone in the hall except the elves couldn't help approaching this comfortable light, except the little wizards who didn't advance but retreated.

In Cyril Ryder, who was surrounded by the power of the holy light full of vitality, his cloudy eyes became clear and bright. He looked around the people around him carefully, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I saw it so clearly. Thank you!" He carefully looked at the hand held by Kleist, and then said: "Please, I still have a few words to say."

Kleist nodded and continued singing.

Cyril Ryder held the heir's hand tightly, "Protect our kingdom, Crewe, and be a good king!" The country he built with his own hands is what he is most worried about.

Crowled choked up and said: "I will, grandfather, don't leave me! Don't leave us." Cyril Ryder reached out and stroked his grandson's hair comfortingly, without saying a word.He turned his head, looked at Kleist and said with a smile, "The greatest blessing in this life is meeting you, thank you!"

"No need to thank you." The sorrow of death also infected Kleist. When people die of old age, they are so unbearable, only prayer and sadness remain.

Cyril Ryder said weakly: "Thank you for giving me a decent way to leave." After speaking, he held Kleist's hand vigorously, and then let it go suddenly as if he had vented all his strength, and closed his hand. His eyes closed, his chest no longer rose and fell, and his time stopped.

"No, grandfather!!!" Crulide's heart-piercing shout resounded in the hall.

Thranduil helped Kleist who was a little dazed, "We should go!" Kleist glanced at the sad crowd and turned his head to look towards the entrance of the hall. Thranduil gave her the gloves to take The cloak handed by the elf, Kleist flicked the gloves but didn't put it on, and Thranduil put the cloak on her.

Crowled looked at the elf who was about to leave, stopped his grief, and bent forward to salute, "Thank you very much, I will see you off!"

"No need, we will leave by ourselves!" Thranduil refused. He took Kleist's hand and walked towards the door of the main hall. Looking at the small snowflakes falling outside the hall, he pulled up Kleist's cloak hat and gave it to him. She put it on, and said lightly: "The sky has changed."

Kleist turned his head and took one last look at Cyril Ryder, walked out with Thranduil, reached out to catch a snowflake and said softly: "The sky has indeed changed!" Then he looked at Thranduil with a smile Then said: "How I wish you could grow old with me."

Thranduil stared at Kleist with tender eyes: "My heart will be with you."

Kleist smiled and squeezed Thranduil's hand, lowered his head, and walked forward slowly.

The people who had just gone through life and death were even more silent than when they came here. The elves were accustomed to the death of human beings, and there was a trace of inexplicable emotion when they sighed, like envy and intolerance.

The little wizards were surrounded by the sadness and anxiety of death. They looked at Kleist, who was at the forefront, and remembered Kleist's life alone, but for Kleist, it was just two meetings. , once to save his life, once to send him away.This would be a constant in Kleist's long life, and perhaps one day she would be here to see them off.

The weather back was too bad. Thranduil and Kleist rode the same horse. The fierce wind blew their cloaks. Randyll's chest, stroking his heartbeat, whispered: "How can I give up!"

As low-key as it was when it came, the sailboat sailed very calmly when it returned.Probably because the shadow of death did not linger in everyone's hearts. In the first two days, everyone was rather dull. Until the second night, when Kleist set up a hammock in the middle of the mast and lay on it dangling, The little wizards gathered around Kleist.

Frank Barton asked: "What are our next plans?"

Ella Smith: "I want to go back to the floating island."

"Me too. I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know what happened."

Kleist looked at the starry sky and said weakly, "I'm going back to the Woodland Kingdom, you can do whatever you want, we will only stay longer this time than last time."

"Then shall we still patrol?"

"Of course." Kleist was a little dazed and didn't know what to think. When he heard the little wizards discussing, he answered casually.

James Potter asked: "Then we can wander around here in our spare time?" We're not afraid of being caught.

"Okay." As if thinking of something, Kleist chuckled, "The floating island needs people to stay behind, and the Anduin River needs to be escorted. Arrange the time yourself!"

"Okay!"

"How about we draw lots?"

"No, I don't want to go out!"

"Me too."

. . . . .

Kleist looked at the crescent moon covered by floating clouds, and suddenly felt a little confused and at a loss. It seemed that all the ambitions to make achievements were shrouded in death, and time really was the biggest enemy.

Animagus

As planned, the little wizards parted ways with Kleist at the port of the Woodland Kingdom, and they returned to the floating island in Fangorn Forest, while Kleist stayed in the Woodland Kingdom and made an agreement. When the floating island is built, invite the elves to visit.Thranduil privately expressed to Kleist that he was not interested in the wizard's mouse hole, and Kleist gave him a fist with a smile.

Life in Middle-earth has returned to calm. Although Kleist will return to the floating island to live for a period of time every once in a while, it seems that every little wizard is very busy, and they are rarely seen together.

Kleist is no longer restricting their freedom in Middle-earth, and the little wizards start running around the world. Kleist occasionally knows the movements of the little wizards from the mouths of the elves. Although they have a communicator, most of the time They don't take the initiative to contact each other, and only contact each other when they need help.

Kleist also has a general understanding of the movements of the little wizards. For example, Frank Barton is now a ranger, and he wandered around the Gladden Plains.

The Potter four always haunted the dwarves' residence, and Lily Evans was sometimes with them, not knowing what they wanted to do, and sometimes they went far away.

The special ones are Severus Snape and the others. They occasionally go into the mountains or the forest together to find medicinal herbs and materials, and spend the rest of their time on the floating island doing research.Severus Snape seemed to be the richest of the little wizards. What made him more embarrassed was that most of the best-selling cosmetic medicines were bought by the dwarves, so he asked him to take care of his potions. Doubts arose, and I was depressed for a while.

This time, the little wizards have learned to be good, and the emotional problems that caused Kleist a headache did not appear, probably because even if the two were together in Middle Earth, they would return to the same place after returning, and the scene would definitely be embarrassing. So in terms of emotion, everyone is learning from Kleist, slowing down and drawing slowly.

Time passed unhurriedly, until one day, Kleist returned to Fangorn Forest to hunt and bring some food back to the floating island.A strong and tall stag passed her eyes and stopped not far away, looking at Kleist with a playful look with its head raised.

Kleist felt strange, when there was such a big and human-like giant deer in Fangorn Forest, she put down the bow and arrow in her hand, and used magic to perceive and explore, and she actually noticed the magic power fluctuations from that deer.Kleist looked at the stag and suddenly understood that if it wasn't the Dementia Curse, there was only one possibility.

Kleist narrowed his eyes, pulled out a dangerous smile, put away his bow and arrow, waved his hand and magically conjured a sling, and waved it in his hand. The buck seemed to be aware of it and began to flee.It ran very fast, but Kleist's magic was even faster. Before it ran far, its limbs were tightly bound by the rapidly rotating sling, and it fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", humming in pain.

"Tsk tsk, this deer head is really good, let's cut it off for decoration!" Kleist was in front of the stag, touching the antlers with his dagger.

Xu Shi understood, and the Bucks kept struggling.

Kleist knelt down and said: "Let me guess, Sirius Black, um, no. What about James Potter?" The Buck nodded, and Kleist sneered: "Very good, Animag Si! The others haven't come out yet."

Five other people came out of the forest one after another, "It seems that there are quite a few people who have learned."

Ella Smith: "Actually, except you and Lyme