Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 242 The Sorrow of the Times
As the sun rose, the entire Hogwarts became quiet.
Although the series of unexpected events at night had nothing to do with most of the students on the ship, the earth-shaking explosions still prevented them from sleeping well the entire night.
Jon slept very late last night, but he was the first one to wake up.
It's not that he wasn't tired, but he wasn't in the mood to sleep.
At 9 o'clock, he sat cross-legged on the deck, silently looking in the direction where they were coming from the south.
The Hogwarts was still heading north, and now it was only a few days away from Christmas. There was heavy snow on the sea, and the temperature had dropped to an extremely low level.
Jon was wearing a thick robe and holding a big umbrella over his head to block the snow. Just as he was staring at the sea in a daze, Nick came to his side without him knowing when.
"Are you still thinking about that knight?"
Ghosts don't need rest, so Nick didn't struggle in the warm bed like others, making a life and death decision about whether to get up or not.
He learned from Neville about Jon and the others' experience in the tower last night, so he could roughly guess what Jon was thinking at the moment.
Jon nodded, making no attempt to hide his thoughts.
"Because of Lord Stoker , he really can't be called a bad guy."
He sighed.
"He was born into a pure-blood wizard family, but he always called himself a noble from the Muggle dynasty, and he also had a deep understanding of many Muggle-related ideas and theories. In the wizarding world, even wizards born from Muggle families may not have such a level. It can be seen that he is a person who pursues equality.
Moreover, he had great ideals, and the ultimate goal of his ideals was to broaden the horizons of wizards and create a better future for the magic world. During this period, he even gave up everything in the secular 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 someone like the knight 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 be competent in 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 about inviting him to Hogwarts to apply for the professorship position with Dumbledore, although the current Hogwarts might not be suitable, and the wandering life was more like a kind of coercion for him. But he didn't give me a chance to speak up. After knowing that I would never return the contract to him, he thought that his ideal would never come true. I could sense that he had a kind of self-compensation guilt mixed in.
He actually 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 was ready 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 had never been with him in that tower to know what kind of person Sir Stoke was, but now through Jon's description, he 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 just like that. Maybe I have been through enough time and have seen enough people and things. I don't have as many feelings as you do, Jon. At most, I feel a little regretful."
Nick said softly.
“Those who have left their names in history did so not only because of their own outstanding abilities, but also because they were born in an era that suited them.
But this knight with the same title as me is obviously unfortunate, just like myself back then. I was taken to the gallows, and he was forced to choose to serve one of the sides 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 mark in the history of the new wizarding world, and may even usher in a new era.
But now the times are clearly not on his side. Before the Dark Lord could show any signs of success, he was already dead. This is not just his own tragedy, but the tragedy of this era as well."
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 muttered as he looked at the sea which had returned to calm.
"This is a victory for us, but for the entire wizarding world, losing someone like Sir Stoke is a failure for everyone..."
Nick sighed and did not try to explain Jon's words. They looked toward the southern sea together, as if the tower was still standing between the sky and the sea...
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On the edge of the border between the Norwegian Sea and the North Sea, a few days after Jon and his companions left, there was still some messy garbage floating in the nearby sea area, and occasionally a few black cats struggling in the water could be seen.
After a few more days, the garbage drifted to other places with the ocean currents, and the black cats died completely in the sea water. Their bodies and the garbage began to drift along with the waves.
During this period, more than a dozen wizards in black robes passed by here on flying brooms. The two leaders looked like a pair of brothers. After confirming that there was a tower here, they captured 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.
They heard that there was once a ship docked here, but after the entire tower was blown up, the ship also disappeared. This made the two brothers' faces even gloomier.
They sent one of their men back to report, while 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 Stoke, who had been very kind to them, on the seabed, but they found nothing.
