Chapter 199 197. Belonging
It was quiet in the cellar.
But the dementors who were blocked outside the entrance became more and more restless.
Different from other dementors, the leader of the dementors, who was the tallest and had the oldest cloak, fixed his eyes on the silent Jon behind the increasingly dim green chain.
"Who do you think you are at Hogwarts, Jon?"
Nick's voice gradually calmed down, and he asked while staring at the boy who still maintained the appearance of an Auror.
Jon was a little at a loss for his seemingly easy-to-answer question.
He opened his mouth, and an answer seemed to be blurted out directly from his mouth, but he couldn't spit out a single syllable.
"I'm part of Hogwarts, aren't I?"
"Everyone is a member of Hogwarts, so am I, Fred George Neville and others are too, and so are other professors, including Dumbledore himself."
Nick said earnestly.
"But they're in an organization like ours where everyone plays a different role. Some are the hope of the future, some are the pillar of the present, and some are the only leader. And you, Jon, you always feel like you're here What position is a person in this school?"
Jon didn't think much about this question, he said softly.
"I am the same as Neville and the others, we are no different."
"Then what are you doing now? If it's no different why are you on this island? If it's no different, why aren't you on the boat waiting for the others to come back? Counting the dead years, I don't know how much I've seen in this world Man, although we haven't known each other for long, Jon, I actually found out what's wrong with you from the very beginning."
The cold atmosphere has begun to seep into the cellar, and Nick's voice is also echoing in it.
"You have never clarified your identity! You are no different from Neville and the others in the same identity. They are both students of Hogwarts, but if you are really the same, why should Dumbledore Let you lead this ship down?"
"You always want to use what you can to help other people in the school, and even always take the most dangerous tasks on yourself. Why is that?"
Jon took a deep breath.
"Professors, since they can risk their lives to protect us, if I think I can do this with my ability, of course I will bear it. The education I received since I was a child is that I can't get other people's contributions for no reason. Since they can Protect me, and I can protect others as well."
"But they are professors, and it is their duty as professors to protect their students. What kind of Jon are you?" Nick looked at him, "You said that you are no different from everyone else, so why should you be a professor?" What did you do?"
"Because I have this ability, since I can do it, why don't I do it?"
"A capable person can do more, but while taking on more responsibilities, you must also recognize your own identity.
If in normal Hogwarts, with Dumbledore and other professors around, you are indeed no different from Neville and the others, you are a student who needs to be protected, but now, other people are to be protected. You protect, you are the leader!
You always want to help them as much as you can. It feels like you are just pitying them and want to reach out to help a group of people who have nothing to do with you. You try to be nice to all of Hogwarts just because the professors are nice to you and you want something in return. I'm not saying it's wrong, but have you ever thought that being on the boat, or having you by their side, is actually the greatest help to them? "
Nick finally asked loudly
"Sense of belonging! Jon, you have done so much, why do you still have no sense of belonging to Hogwarts?"
His words left Jon speechless.
Because it wasn't until Nick said it today that Jon seemed to suddenly understand what he lacked.
Since he came to this world, he has been like a bystander. Even in Hogwarts, he still subconsciously thinks that this is not where he should be.
He is a person who has traveled through time. Every time he sees a name he has seen in a book, he always feels novel.
He pities what these people are experiencing now, and feels that they should have lived a comfortable and happy life. Every touch is actually moving a story from the perspective of a bystander.
These emotions are of course positive, but none of them really belong to him, because he has never integrated himself into it.
He seemed to see another book from one book. At first it was a fairy tale, but later it was a **** reality, so he showed mercy and wanted to help these people as much as he could.
But this kind of help is like when a passer-by travels to a certain place, he draws his sword to help when he sees injustice. He knows that he will not stay, and finally returns to the original place.
But is he really just a passerby to this world, or Hogwarts?
When thinking of this question, Jon showed thought on his face, but subconsciously clenched the chestnut wand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a sound like something breaking.
"Crack!"
At the entrance, those green chains that had been dimmed to the extreme finally couldn't be maintained!
The deathly stillness and despairing cold, like the cold wind at the mouth of the valley, surged out. The jailers, who had long been impatient, rushed into the cellar from the entrance, completely blocking any exit that could escape!
Nick's face became anxious. He was a dead man, and the dementors certainly had no effect on him, but Jon was different.
However, Jon's hand holding the wand remained motionless, as if he had been asked by Nick's question, until the foremost leader of the dementors had come to him with great anger and pleasure, he did not Finally he reacted and waved his wand.
"Call God for protection!"
The same incantation sounds as usual, and the consistent standard casting action has not changed in the slightest.
But the Patronus Charm is completely different from the previous ones.
The mild silver light in the past turned out to be dazzling, illuminating the entire cellar like daytime!
Those chaotic filaments of light began to float in an unprecedented trajectory, converged, and finally condensed together!
(end of this chapter)