novelcrest Chapter 70 Reality is Never Like Japanese Comics
Chapter 70 Reality is Never Like Japanese Comics
While the three young wizards were exploring the castle, Sean sat calmly in his office.
He first glanced at the clock on the wall, then checked his wand, and after confirming everything was in order, he turned and left the office.
He first went to the kitchen next to the Hufflepuff common room, asked the house-elves for some desserts, and after filling his stomach, he pretended to wander around the castle a few times until he "strolled" to the door on the fourth floor.
Strange, why is this door open?
He didn't say that aloud, as it would seem too deliberate.
However, as the saying goes, you have to deceive yourself before you can deceive others. In order to make his acting seem more natural, he said this sentence to himself.
And so, he went inside.
He saw the big dog sleeping peacefully in the corner of the room and the old-fashioned record player that was always playing music.
"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Dude, you're just a kid who shouts all the time.
Playing in the streets gonna be a big man someday
Hanging out on the streets, hoping to one day become a big shot.
You got mud on your face
You made a mess of things.
You big disgrace
Extremely disheveled
Kicking your can all over the place
Kick the tin can around
Singing
唱吧
We will, we will rock you.
We're going to get you rocking!
We will, we will rock you.
We're going to make you shake and roll.
For some reason, every time Sean hears this style of rock music, he unconsciously starts to sway his body, as if his soul is firmly attracted by the exciting rhythm, guiding him to dance freely on an invisible musical stage... However, his current behavior seems somewhat inappropriate.
Sean realized this too, so he shook his head helplessly and forcibly stopped his twisting body.
After sighing, he jumped into the cave just like the three little ones before him.
However, the reason he became a professor was because he incorporated magic into his life.
Yes, he cast a small levitation spell on himself.
If he were still in school, Professor Flitwick would certainly be willing to add ten points to his Hufflepuff.
Unfortunately, no if.
Sean landed on the ground as lightly as a feather.
When he saw the burnt marks all over the ground and the acrid smell in the air, he quickened his pace...
...
Meanwhile, the three little ones had successfully passed through the trap set by Madam Hooch—countless jewel-like birds, each carrying the key to the next wooden door, fluttered their wings and flew around the room.
Harry, as the youngest Quidditch Seeker in a century, lived up to his reputation. He found the key after only a minute of navigating through a vortex of colorful little wings, and with the help of Ron and Hermione, he retrieved it.
After this challenge comes the Wizard Chess test set by Professor McGonagall.
Three people stood around a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of them, all taller than themselves, seemingly carved from black stone or something similar. At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione trembled with fear—the towering white chess pieces had no facial features on their faces.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked softly, a hint of confusion and unease in his eyes.
"Is that even a question?" Ron replied decisively. "We must reach the other end of the room by playing chess."
They saw a door behind the white chess piece.
"But what are the rules of chess?" Hermione asked nervously, her hands clasped tightly together.
“In my opinion,” Ron said, “we must act as pawns.”
He walked slowly toward a black knight and gently touched the stone warhorse beneath him.
In an instant, the stone seemed to come alive, the warhorse began to paw at the ground with its hooves, and the knight turned his helmeted head to look at Ron.
"Do we—um—have to come with you to get there?"
The Black Knight nodded.
Ron turned to look at Harry and Hermione.
"We need to think about this carefully..." he said. "I'm afraid we'll have to replace these three black pieces..."
Harry and Hermione remained silent, watching Ron deep in thought.
Finally, Ron said, "Well, don't be angry, or I might have been rude, but to be honest, neither of you are very good at chess—"
In the original story, this level was Ron's forte.
But ever since he became obsessed with Wizard Kill this semester, Wizard Chess has become unfamiliar to him.
The last time he played was... it was the last time.
Ron had been playing Wizard's Chess since he was very young. His Wizard's Chess set was old and tattered. Everything Ron owned came from his family, and this Wizard's Chess set was no exception. Its previous owner was Ron's grandfather.
However, having older pieces doesn't cause any problems at all.
Ron knew them very well and could command them effortlessly.
Ron, however, was a little nervous. He didn't know if he could live up to his friends' expectations.
He felt a weight on his shoulders... This was the first time in his life that he had so profoundly felt that every decision he made could affect the fate of others.
So he took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension and unease.
If this were a scene from a Japanese anime, Ron, the protagonist of this scene, would usually recall many fragments in his mind.
If this were a Japanese anime, Ron might have a series of heartwarming memories flashing through his mind.
He will clearly remember the happy times he spent playing chess with his grandfather when he was a child.
At that time, he was filled with love and curiosity for Wizard Chess.
He recalled the countless days and nights that Wizard Chess had accompanied him.
He would even murmur softly to the tattered yet still gleaming Wizard's Chess set in his mind, "Old friend, let's play one more time."
Unfortunately, reality is never like a Japanese anime.
Memories won't solve anything.
Ron closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind of all distractions and focus solely on the game of chess before him.
When he opened his eyes again, he seemed different.
Admittedly, the difference between novels and comics and reality is that they originate from life but transcend it.
The significance of the male protagonist in the story is not to tell the reader, "You are not the protagonist, so you can't do this." Its true meaning is, "You may be able to be the protagonist of your own life, just like him."
The reason these works of art originate from life, if we trace it back further, you'll find that... life is often more magical than fiction.
Miracles always exist in this world.
At this moment, Ron had made his choice—to face his destiny, confront it, accept it, and overcome it.