[HP] Elephant of Time

Title: [HP] The Elephant of Time

Author: Burial Sword

Copywriting: After the war, the professor did not die, lost his memory and the story of Xiaoha

Content tags: HP Western Roman soft spot

Search keywords: Protagonist: SS, HP┃Supporting role: HP┃Others: HP

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Reunion

The sound of ticking continued in this room, and the originally subtle and imperceptible sounds converged into a torrent of sound, so that everyone who entered the store could hear the pulse of time.

The owner of this store, Theo Leif Carls, doesn't really like this feeling, it will make him feel that time is ruthlessly passing through his fingers, and it seems that something in his heart is urging him to go faster, faster... ...There are still some things that must be confirmed... But what to do quickly, what the things that must be confirmed, he has no idea.So this fact can only make him more irritable, and his temper becomes even worse.

Given that Kars is the best watchmaker in the neighborhood or even in the whole of England, and the nerves of this small town are as thick as the upper arm of a Titan, this doubly bad temper can only be described as "the eccentric hobby of talented people" This is just to the point of laughing.

The wind chime at the door made a crisp sound—is there still someone coming at such a time?Kars looked impatiently at the door, he has never been a hospitable shopkeeper...

At that moment, something washed over me like a tide, with an ambiguous familiar feeling and a trembling and numbness that hit the heart.Familiar, unfamiliar, past, present... entangled together.

A young man stood at the door, and the bright light rushed from his back into the dim watch shop, coating the other person's outline with a layer of gold.Warm dust is flying in the light, dispelling the coldness and loneliness in the small shop.

——In the world, no matter what kind of lamp is shining, the light belongs to one, and it must come from me. 【Note 1】

Even though he didn't particularly like the collection of poems his father loved, at that moment, because he was too familiar, he still only thought of the poems in it.

"Hello, is this Mr. Theo Leif Kars?" The very polite and polite young voice brought Kars back to his senses.

The young man walked in, and the door closed behind him, cutting off the evening sunlight.

——The dazzing magic must end at midnight, and everything will be back on track.

The dark shop, the cold air, and Kars' only companion—the never-ending clocks.

"If your eyes are fine, you should know that I'm the only one here." Kars said expressionlessly, with a cold tone, which was his habit of receiving strange guests.

The clocks of the Kars family are too famous, and he doesn't know about the earlier events, but since his father's time, countless people have come to this ancient clock shop called "The Elephant of Time", and Their family also continues the unspoken rule of making watches and clocks only for those who are pleasing to the eye.

The people in this small town have been taking care of Xio Leifer since he came here, and they have never cared much about this attitude-in fact, because of his father, his attitude towards neighbors can be regarded as friendly-in his By your own standards.And tourists outside the town are less able to bear that.Then how they respond to Kars determines whether they can get Kars' clock.

——Young people in their early twenties are generally not able to face such an almost mean attitude.

But somewhat beyond his expectations, the young man was not frightened or irritated, but showed a faint joy: "Then it's really you?"

Kars noticed that his eyes were green, shining brightly like fine emeralds, full of happiness like a lighted lamp, but at the same time there was a cowardly hesitation in it. There are dark mysteries gleaming in the shadows.

That green hit the secret corner hidden in Kars's heart, bringing a sharp, soul-piercing pain, but he buried it deeply in his heart, and didn't show it on the surface.Then Kars raised one eyebrow and looked at the other party, only to find that the young man in front of him fell into a sad silence in a certain gesture.

This discovery made him frown impatiently - the other party's behavior was a waste of his time.

That frowning movement seemed to make the young man understand the current situation, and he immediately said with an eagerness that Kars had to doubt: "I heard that you have a house that is renting out, if it hasn't been rented out... I will I want to stay here for a while, can you rent it to me?"

"No." Kars refused flatly.Then he noticed that the face of the person opposite immediately darkened: "Is it already rented out?"

The house was not rented out, but Kars did not intend to explain the youth's misunderstanding.He didn't want to rent the house to a young man who struck him as too eccentric—his attitude made him uncomfortable.The familiarity and strangeness in the youth's attitude are like the warm spring breeze blowing suddenly on the extreme northern wasteland, which is extremely uncoordinated and awkward.

"That's such a pity." The young man didn't make any more entanglements, but left a little depressed, his untidy hair seemed to become more messy.

Kars watched him go out coldly, and somewhere in his heart beat for no reason, but that feeling was quickly overwhelmed by the torrent of sound caused by the movement of the second hand.

This is his life, a first-class watchmaker in a small town.The image of time left by his father is his whole world.

After the sun burnt out its last ray of light and heat and fell to the horizon, Kars packed up all his things and walked out of the Image of Time—he was used to everything being in order, and he was sure that he must have been a strict person before and couldn't stand it. Cluttered environment in professional field.

As usual, he carefully locked several locks on the door, and then put the key close to his waist. It doesn't mean that anyone in this simple town will steal it, it's just a habit for him .Like he's more used to candles than lamps, quills and parchment to anything else - thank God the Kars family is old enough to have those.

The winter wind always has a biting feeling, and it is as cold and sharp as a knife when it is blown on the face.Looking at it like this, it will soon usher in the first snow of this year.

Not far from the Elephant of Time is the tavern in the town, on the only way Kars goes home.The dim firelight inside the tavern and the men shouting loudly after a day of work look much warmer than the biting cold wind and the dark house.

But Kars just stood not far from there, standing in the night where the street lights couldn't even shine, looking expressionlessly at the lighted windows of the tavern from a distance, looking at the hustle and bustle inside that never belonged to him.The black coat made him blend into the darkness, almost as one.

Kars stood quietly for a while, then turned his head to leave, but his footsteps stopped because of the figure of another person.

The young guest who visited the Elephant of Time in the afternoon stood not far behind him - in a darker place, even in a bright coat, it seemed to be embraced by Nix. [Note 2] The young man's hands were hanging by his sides, his fingertips turned white from the cold.His eyes were staring straight ahead - Kars wasn't sure which direction the other was looking - at the tavern?Or is it his own?

The green eyes seemed to have noticed Kars' gaze, and a smile appeared on the young face.The young man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to him, which made Kars a little nervous.

But in the end, the other party just raised his hand, exhaled a mouthful of white mist into his palm, and rubbed his cold hands that were about to freeze.

"Now is not the time for young people to stay outside. The temperature in this town at night is enough to turn you into a snow sculpture without any artistry in the next morning." Kars didn't know why he made a sound, those accusations The critical words seemed to flow out of his mouth naturally, without any abruptness.

The young man rubbed his cheeks that were blue from the cold again, with an embarrassed and helpless smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Kars. I found that I have nowhere to go now." His green eyes were full of innocence.

— mean fellow!

Kars roared in his heart, did this guy think that he would take him in if he said so?Rather than that, knock on the door of any well-meaning old man in this town, they will welcome this idiot who doesn't even know how to take care of himself!

He decided from the bottom of his heart that this young man must have malicious intentions.But the other party came to him with a purpose, what exactly did he want to seek from a person who didn't even have a past?

"Come with me, boy." At that moment, he felt that he was possessed by some mischievous god in the sky, and he uttered words against his will.But he didn't know, every muscle and nerve was under his control, and that turned out to be his "compassion".

——Mercy, Kars sneered at it from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't watch this young man who was obviously an outsider freeze to death by the side of the road—since this small town didn't let him go to death five years ago.

He still didn't know whether it was Moilai's kindness or their cruelty.At least he still wasn't grateful for Atropos' hesitation. 【Note 3】

green eyes because of kars words