Chapter 244 The Sorrow of the 242 Era

Chapter 244 242. The Sorrow of the Times

When the sun rose, the entire Hogwarts was quiet.

Although the series of unexpected situations at night had nothing to do with most of the students on the ship, the earth-shaking explosion still made them unable to sleep well all night.

Jon slept very late last night, but he was the first one to get up.

It's not that he was not tired, but he was in a mood to not sleep.

At 9 o'clock, he sat cross-legged on the deck alone, silently looking at the direction they were coming from the south.

Hogwarts was still heading north, and it was only a few days away from Christmas. There was heavy snow on the sea, and the temperature dropped to an extremely low level.

Jon was wearing a thick robe and holding a big umbrella on his head to block the snow. Just as he was staring at the sea in a trance, Nick came to his side without knowing when.

"Are you still thinking about that knight?"

Ghosts don't need to rest, so Nick didn't struggle in the warm quilt like others, making a life-and-death decision about whether to get up or not.

He learned about Jon and his friends' experience in the tower from Neville last night, so he could probably guess what Jon was thinking at the moment.

Jon nodded, and did not try to hide his thoughts.

"Because Sir Stoke, he is really not a bad person."

He sighed.

"He was born in a pure-blood wizard family, but he always called himself a nobleman of the Muggle Dynasty, and he also deeply understood many ideas and theories related to Muggles. In the magic world, even wizards born in Muggle families may not have such a degree. It can be seen that he is a person who pursues equality.

And he has ideals. The ultimate goal of his ideals is to broaden the horizons of wizards and for a better future for the magic world. During this period, he even gave up everything in the world for his ideals. In the end, it was the Dark Lord who tempted him with this ideal, which made him make the final wrong choice."

Jon whispered.

"I really don't think that a man like the Sir should end his life so simply. There are very few wizards in the magic world who can truly see the essence of the world through magic, but he has to die for a political struggle that is wrong in the first place.

In fact, he is more suitable to be a professor in a magic school. I think he can do both astronomy and Muggle studies. In such an environment, it should be more conducive to his research and his ideas can inspire more young wizards.

I thought that maybe I could invite him to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore to apply for the position of professor, although the current Hogwarts may not be suitable, and the displaced life is more like a kind of coercion for him. But he has not spoken to me. opportunity. After knowing that I would never return the contract to him, he thought that his ideal would never be realized again. I can feel that he was mixed with a kind of self-compensation guilt.

He actually always knew that he was doing something wrong by helping the Dark Lord, but his desire for the starry sky suppressed his sense of right and wrong. Until that moment, he planned to sacrifice his life for his ideals and wanted to pay the price for his mistakes in this way. "

Jon's words seemed a bit nagging, because Nick didn't know what kind of person Sir Stoke was in the tower with him, but at this moment, through Jon's description, he also had a clear outline and impression of this knight in his mind.

"It sounds like he is indeed a great man. But sometimes things are like this. Maybe I have experienced enough time and have seen enough people and things. I don't have as many feelings as you, Jon, it's just a pity at most. "

Nick said softly.

"Those who have left their names in history are not only because of their own outstanding abilities, but also because they were born in an era that suits them.

But this knight with the same title as me is obviously unfortunate, just like me back then. I was caught and hanged, and he was forced to choose to serve one of the parties in the war. If the Dark Lord succeeds in defeating us, becomes the master of Europe, and fulfills his promise, then he will definitely leave a strong mark in the history of the new magic world, and even create a new era.

But now the times are obviously not on the same side as him. Before the Dark Lord really showed signs of success, he was already dead. This is not just his own sorrow, but also the sorrow of this era."

Nick patted Jon's shoulder. His illusory hand could not touch Jon's body, but the cold touch still gave Jon feedback.

"We are the winners in this incident, which means we will continue to move forward. As for those who deserve to be remembered, someone will give them a fair evaluation in the future."

Jon looked at the sea that had returned to calm and murmured.

"This is a victory for us, but for the entire magic world, losing someone like Sir Stoke is a failure for everyone..."

Nick sighed and did not try to explain Jon's words. They looked at the sea in the south together, as if the tower was still standing between the sky and the sea...

...

On the edge of the border between the Norwegian Sea and the North Sea, a few days after Jon and his team left, there were still some messy garbage floating in the nearby sea, and occasionally a few black cats struggling in the water could be seen.

After a few days, the garbage drifted to other places with the ocean currents, and the black cats died completely in the sea water. Their bodies and garbage began to drift with the waves.

During this period, more than a dozen wizards in black robes passed by here on flying brooms. The two leading them looked like a pair of brothers. After confirming that there had been a tower here, they caught a mermaid who had escaped from the explosion and dared to return to this sea area in the past few days. They used soul reading to understand what happened here some time ago.

Hearing that there was a ship docked here, but after the entire tower was blown up, the ship also disappeared, which made the faces of the two brothers even gloomier.

They sent one of their men back to report, and the others continued to chase northward.

A few weeks passed like this, and in the first month of the new year, the mermaids who returned to this sea area spontaneously wanted to search for the body of Sir Stoker, who had been very kind to them, on the seabed, but they still found nothing.

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