Hogwarts never holds grudges, so the ancient magical school survives through the ages and remains today?
Mudblood seemed deeply affected, his normal eye flickering with confusion, pain, and hatred. The intense emotions caused his body to tremble as he sat by the lake, struggling internally!
Forgive those unforgettable hatreds?
How long has the civilization journeyed of muggles and wizards, while over a dozen centuries, they. Druids have been in hate, an unexplainable hate but Brian said, for the survival, forget those hates?
Amosta knew the impact his words would have on the one across from him, and he also realized that he was asking too much. However, being an outsider, he had a broader perspective than Vitya. What were these druids imagining?
Destroy the church?
Don't joke about it, just like what he had said to Vitya just now, the church is like Hogwarts in the hearts of Muggles, a kind of faith and belief, it is unbreakable. Moreover, with its all-knowing influence in the Muggle world and the profound supernatural power of the church hidden in the dark.
To rely on joining Voldemort and, after the Dark Lord conquers the magical world, to rally all the power of the magical community and challenge the church to a final showdown?
Amosta does not doubt that Voldemort has the ambition to conquer the magical world of Britain and subjugate the Muggles' world. However, to him, this ambition is just empty talk. Voldemort has never faced the Muggles and does not understand their potential. Once he tries to overthrow the order of the Muggles' world, then all over the world, those who possess powerful abilities and supernatural forces will rise up to tear him apart.
The silence lasted for a long time, and Asta did not say anything else. He just quietly ate his roasted skewers, while Moody kept dazing off. The roasted meat that Asta had previously given him, only a bite taken, still lingered in his hand.
"Phew..."
"There are so many roasted meats brought by house-elves, Asta struggled to finish only half of them. He discarded the stick in his hand, staring at the ice fortress with a sigh of relief."
"I will return to the orphanage tomorrow..."
Suddenly, Asta said abruptly.
"Uh huh..."
Moody hadn't expected Asta to suddenly bring this up. He stumbled through a response, his mind involuntarily returning to the orphanage, to the children living there.
She felt a sense of guilt towards the children in that orphanage. She had approached the orphanage with a hidden agenda and, after achieving her goal, quietly left without telling anyone, undoubtedly hurting the children's feelings. The most tragic part was that as she pursued her path of revenge, she never realized this.
Moody realized that Asta was tilting his head and watching him. Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze. Moody was certainly not Vitya Creeona.
"Orphanage?"
Moody struggled to gather his scattered and dim thoughts, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Orphanage?"
"You grew up in a Muggle orphanage. I'm sorry, I've never heard of this!"
Asta's mouth twitched, and he turned away from the gaze.
She had investigated some past events of Asta Blaine in that orphanage. She knew that Asta Blaine was abandoned at birth, and his mother wanted to throw him into the river not far from the orphanage. It was an elderly man who had passed away in the orphanage who desperately saved him.
If Brethren parents knew that their child would have such remarkable achievements in the future, would they regret abandoning him?
Has Asta Blaine tried to find his father?
At least, his parents loved him very much, and they sacrificed themselves to protect him.
Vitya was startled by this thought that jumped into her head. For so many years, she had never forgotten the night when the light of hatred shone again, she remembered it only as hatred, seemingly forgetting that her parents had died to protect her.
"Do you hate them?"
Uncontrollably, Moody blurted out.
Do you hate them?
The sound falling into his ears caused Asta to momentarily lose focus. This was the second time he had heard this question.
During his time in the orphanage, such topics were taboo. No one, whether it was the staff members or the other children living there, would ever voluntarily bring up their abandoned parents.
Asta had first heard this question from Harry.
"The staff at the orphanage and the children who grew up with me gave me a happy childhood—"
Asta smiled and said to Vitya, "My answer is different from Harry's. I didn't hate them. They gave me a happy childhood."
"Life at Hogwarts was equally fulfilling and joyful. Severus took very good care of me back then, and Dumbledore also cared a lot about me. Ah, of course, his concern was for some purpose. I think that's enough for me."
Moody pursed his dry lips.
"Speaking of——" Asta let out a sigh and smiled, "How are your old friends, Professor Moody? Have they received care and treatment?"
Moody stood frozen for several seconds before realizing what Blaine was talking about.
"Um—" Moody nodded, "Thanks to your help, Blaine—"
Asta Blaine was very clear about what she meant by that.
To downplay those hatreds and focus on the good things in front of you is the most important thing -- what Asta Blaine intended to express was more like the philosophy of druids, while she had been twisted by hatred and became increasingly indifferent to the wrong and evil behaviors.
Bang—
The crisp sound of an explosion pierced through the roaring wind and snow, and Asta looked at the ice fortress. A series of colorful fireworks were exploding in the square in front of the ice fortress. The little wizards were probably making their final celebration, and they put all the firecrackers that Asta brought out in a row and lit them up.
Moody was also drawn to the brilliant ice fortress. He watched the beautiful fireworks, and his eyes glazed over with enchantment.
However, an unexpected sense of unease suddenly made Moody stand up. His heart was pounding rapidly, and his eyes were filled with shock.
Moody's twisted face suddenly began to distort, like a lump of clay being kneaded by a giant hand. The eye socket, where the magical eye was implanted, also swelled painfully. The blue magical eye made a grinding noise and seemed about to be pushed out of the socket by the new pupil that was growing within it. The grotesque scars on his cheek began to fade, and his complexion turned white at an alarming speed. At the same time, cracks in his white hair began to sprout vibrant green strands.
Click!
The wooden leg clattered to the ground, and a new leg was rapidly growing!
Oh no!
Astonished, Moody realized what had happened immediately.
Since following Asta from the ice fortress, he had not taken another sip of the potion. Now, the time for transformation had come, and he would be exposed!
To be honest, the exposure had probably already happened. Asta must have realized it a long time ago. Maybe the night before the selection of warriors, he should have discovered it. But for some reason she couldn't understand, perhaps to find out why she infiltrated Hogwarts, Asta had not revealed her identity yet.
The two had maintained this wonderful rapport, but now, it no longer existed. She was about to reveal her true form to Asta Blaine.
The emerald green eyes were filled with infinite confusion, and it was not just because her and Voldemort's plan was about to utterly fail. There were other reasons, perhaps more important ones.
She didn't want to face Asta Blaine out of guilt. There were also some indescribable factors.
"Oh—"
Asta, who was back to Vitya, suddenly called out.
"It's getting late, I think it's time for those children who have played too wild to go to bed now--"
Asta jumped off the ice without looking back and walked towards the ice fortress.
"About the barbecue and those empty bottles, Professor Moody, would you please inform the house-elves to clean up?"
Asta waved goodbye to the lake and walked into the fierce wind and snow with great strides.
Click--
The magical barrier shattered, and the wind and snow surged into this small clear world. On the lake shore, Vitya, with her vibrant green hair flailing in the wind, stood there, gazing at Asta's fading figure.
(Chapter ended)
