In the dark night, the stars are like diamonds, and the waves are constantly beating against the rock pillars, making a somewhat hypnotic sound.
In the place where magic was practiced in the past, salamander skewers were grilled on the charcoal stove, and Charles was applying oyster sauce and sprinkling cumin powder on them.
Jack sat on a chair nearby, looking up at the stars, the red wine glass in his hand shaking gently for an unknown amount of time.
"Are you serious?" Charles asked.
Jack knew what he was asking and replied calmly: "To be honest, I don't know."
Charles sighed and said to the old man seriously: "You have to think about it, you are already very old. If something happens, someone will really die."
Jack didn't want to continue his topic, so he took a sip of wine and asked him: "What about you, what are your thoughts on getting married in the future?"
Charles put the roasted salamander on a plate, put it on the table, sat down on the chair on the other side, picked up a skewer and ate it.
The blood of salamanders has a healing effect and can be used to make potions. Now the minor injuries caused by training on Charles don't need potions, so they are treated with food.
After he finished eating half of the salamander, he said: "Let's talk about the future later. I have the impression that there is no suitable place for me in Hogwarts. The world is so big, there is no need to hang myself there."
"It's up to you." Jack said, "Don't be a bachelor like me who is over a hundred years old."
"By the way." Charles picked up the second salamander and ate it, "Do you care about the two-hole socket?"
Jack smiled and said: "Why do I care so much about children fighting?"
"What about you, will you step in?"
Charles said angrily: "You moved to Privet Drive just because you wanted to watch the show up close. I told Dumbledore everything on the first day of school. What else are you watching?"
Jack poured a glass of wine into the empty wine glass, stared at the stars and said: "I'm not watching a show. You may feel that you are an outsider, but I am a local."
"I just want to see if Harry is worth cultivating. Every era has its villains. In my era, I was lucky enough to be the mainstay of the decent. Then came Dumbledore's era. In Dumbledore's era,
There will always be a need for a strong person to step forward when necessary."
Charles unscrewed a bottle of frozen Happy Water and took a few sips, burped, and then asked him: "What exactly did you do at Hogwarts? You are not in the "History of Hogwarts" at all.
The records of those years were directly turned into "Hogwarts: A School History."
Jack quietly finished a glass of wine and said slowly: "Let the past be bygones. If problems arise again in the future, you must trust the wisdom of future generations."
Charles continued to drink the happy water and finished the last salamander. After eating and drinking, he was ready to wash up and sleep.
He does not think that he is the chosen one. To save the world, it is enough to do things within his ability.
The relationship between the old man and him is that of family members and friends he has made over the years. He will not rely on the old man to do anything extraordinary, and the old man will not force him to do anything he does not want to do, except for visiting the dentist.
Now, one of them is watching the juniors making trouble, while the other is full of ideas and has no intention of intervening in the big event in front of them.
Contented and contented, the old and the young are living a happy life now.
When Charles was going back to sleep, Jack stopped him.
"This is for you." The old man threw a dark object over, "Happy birthday!"
Charles laughed. On this day 11 years ago, the old man picked himself out of the trash can.
"Thank you, grandpa!"
After he thanked the old man, he began to study this gift. It was shaped a bit like a running cell phone arm bag. It was a black rectangular bag made of unknown fabric. It had three straps and seemed to be tied to the hand.
"This is a bag." Jack said, "It can hold a lot of things. You can put any important things in it."
"Well... let's just say I bought it in Knockturn Alley with a wizard who covered his head and face."
Charles tied the bag to his left arm and after learning how to use it, he was stunned when he saw the contents inside.
He raised his hand, and a wand flew out of the bag. It belonged to Jack.
"This is..." Charles looked at the old man, "Your wand?"
He had no intuitive understanding of the length of wands before. He thought that Jack's wand was 16 inches, which is 406 millimeters long, which was normal. After going to the wand store that day, he discovered that wands generally do not exceed 15 inches, and his own wands were extra long.
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Jack smiled and said: "Take it and use it. Don't let others see it easily, especially the ghosts and portraits in the castle. I still want to live a peaceful life."
After he finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and looked at the starry sky as if he was remembering something.
Charles scratched his head, feeling that the old man must have done something earth-shattering when he was at Hogwarts.
When he returned to the room, he tried to put in all the things he bought in Diagon Alley that day, and found that it only occupied a small part of the space.
The next morning, he experimented with gravel before practice and found that the space inside was almost as big as two containers.
At this time, a seagull happened to fly by. Charles raised his hand and aimed at the target, and then the seagull was sucked into the bag.
Soon after, he released the seagull, and it turned out that it was still alive and even pooped inside!
When Charles used the bag, he seemed to have some consciousness to go in and take out the things he wanted to take out, so he had to throw the seagull poop into the sea with a dark face.
"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby!" Jack happened to see this scene when he came out.
Charles hurriedly explained, and then asked the old man: "How long can animals stay inside?"
Jack replied: "The volume inside this one is too small, not as big as the one in Scamander, and the air will be used up."
Then the old man suddenly became serious: "So, don't use this to kidnap a pretty girl when you see her. It will kill you. I will personally kill you and put you back in the trash can."
Charles suddenly shuddered. The old man meant it. He really killed people without batting an eye.
When he was running for Parliament, one of his rivals sent a few gangsters to his home to intimidate him. The leader kicked down a chair and was cursed with the Cruciatus Curse for ten minutes. Then he and the others were cursed with the Imperius Curse and jumped into the Thames River.
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"Do I deserve it?" Charles said, "Just take a few strands of her hair and add two pounds of polyjuice potion."
Jack was silent for a moment, then pulled him and said, "Oh, you'd better go directly to Azkaban. I'm familiar with Dementors..."