Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Since he has built a soul labyrinth, it is not difficult for Vizette to use positive emotions.

The difficulty lies in how to explore one's own soul through the Patronus Charm.

After figuring out the difficulty, Weizet raised his wand and drew a circle in the air. Various memories echoed in his mind, extracting the positive emotions in them.

Snape opened the dilapidated wooden box with an expressionless face. His withered and sore-covered palms climbed on the edge of the wooden box and reached out first.

It was still autumn at the moment, but the surrounding air was abnormally hoarfrost. A vast expanse of white frost flowers spread out around the old wooden box;

The diffuse orange light of the sunset disappeared from the window, and the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed by the withered palms, turning it into a dimness like a faded photo.

The Dementor rushed out of the old wooden box, letting out a low and rapid snoring sound. The chill finally appeared, greedily consuming the remaining temperature around it.

It was like a rotting corpse wearing a tattered cloak, almost as tall as Hagrid, and its exposed skin was a ragged gray; it was extremely oppressive.

Snape remained expressionless, with his hands behind his back, as if he wasn't afraid of the dementors at all, and looked completely unconcerned.

Despite this, Weizet did not hesitate and immediately recited the incantation: "Call the gods to protect you!"

Following the method taught by Professor Snape, he used positive emotions as an opportunity to enter a deeper place within himself...

Weizet had a feeling of weightless falling, as if he was spinning around and around like the gesture of casting the Patronus Charm...

As he rotated around and around, he fell into a state that was very similar to flying, as if he had turned into a fallen leaf, floating back and forth in the air...

Only silver light filled his eyes, protecting him from the bizarre and colorful world around him.

Vizette could see that in this colorful world, scenes from the past appeared, disappeared and were reorganized in a repetitive cycle.

Positive emotions are guarding him at this moment, passing through the obstacles together with him, heading towards the expansion of the soul...

The diffuse silver light continued to shrink, as if it had turned into a film of light, sticking firmly to his body...

The bizarre world disappeared, and he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar rustling sound...

Weizet opened his eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun passed through the open window, coating the colored stone floor with a layer of orange...

Outside the window is an old tree that is taller than the second floor. The few remaining leaves are swaying back and forth, rustling with the cold wind...

The paint on the wall began to peel, exposing the gray underlying layer...

Two rows of iron frame beds are arranged against the wall. Each bunk is covered with a thin mattress and a slightly yellowed quilt...

This is his room in the orphanage...

Chapter 112 The past and present, the arch and the curtain

Everything felt so familiar, even the faint smell of mothballs in the air.

There is a wardrobe next to the door. The slightly open door is full of clothes, and there are some books and toys underneath.

Books with newspaper covers, clockwork frogs with peeling paint, scratched marbles, sandbags that haven’t had time to be washed...

All the book covers in the orphanage were wrapped by Weizet, because he had the best craftsmanship and the fastest movements at that time, and he had a deep memory of this.

Vizette subconsciously wanted to stand up, but almost lost his balance and fell from the wheelchair.

He quickly looked at his thighs. There was nothing under his thighs, and his pants were fluttering gently in the wind.

"Am I back? Or...everything that happened before was just a dream?"

He slowly pushed the handwheel of the wheelchair, his movements a little jerky.

The wheelchair moved forward smoothly, and it wasn't until the handwheel hit the wall that he remembered that he should pull the handle to brake.

He whispered what Snape had said, "When you feel the darkness... the Patronus Charm can provide you with the last refuge... it is a magic that protects yourself..."

Weizet smiled slightly and looked at the empty trousers again, "Is that so? It turns out that this is the darkness in my heart. It's also..."

This is indeed what he is avoiding.

He can face the bullying on campus and the cold looks from others, which are all influences from the outside world;

Being unable to face one's own shortcomings is a yoke that one has put on oneself unconsciously...

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This is a secret that all children in orphanages know;

People who can stay in orphanages often have various deficiencies in some aspects;

Only healthy children are more likely to be adopted;

Cruel, but realistic, adoption also requires a lot of costs. A defective child will multiply these costs.

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Learning became his last resort, an extremely pure goal that drove him to continue living.

Only by relying on your own efforts can you get rid of the shackles of shortcomings and walk out of the orphanage.

This is why he is so eager for knowledge...

At this moment, he figured out a lot.

So is this the soul?

"Now that you're back, let's have a good time!"

Wizette let out a breath, he could still feel the protection from positive emotions.

At this time, he does not need to solve any problems, he only needs to cherish his past and review everything that happened in his previous life.

He tried hard to recall that past, a past that he subconsciously forgot because of time travel.

Now it seems that it is not that difficult to accept all this.

Without past experiences, there would be no me now...

Vizet's movements in pushing the hand wheel became more and more skillful, and his speed became faster and faster. He could even turn a beautiful arc.

This was something he could not do in the past.

Compared with the slightly dull expressions of the people around him, he looked a bit like an alien with a faint smile and pushing the wheelchair forward.

"To some extent, it is indeed an alien, right? But we have the same origin."

He thought of the story shared by Ollivander, the origin story of wizards and Muggles.

The experiences of the two worlds are truly blending...

When everything is integrated, the soul naturally appears.

...

Vizet walked around the welfare home again and again until night fell, and then returned to the dormitory.

There appeared a thick stack of test papers and various reference books.

These were the reference books and test papers he used when reviewing before the exam.

"This is the last stop... Speaking of which, I was thinking about the exam one moment, and how to survive in the new world the next..."

"I didn't seem to feel this most peculiar feeling, death... What kind of experience is it? I'm very curious!"

He pushed the hand wheel, and the wheelchair slowly moved forward, just stopping in front of the test paper, not a point more or less.

At this moment, his heart was filled with unprecedented tranquility and harmony.

At this moment, he truly embraced himself and accepted himself completely.

Whether it was defects or other things, he could accept them.

Face your soul.

Vizet picked up the pen, just like he took notes every time, and slowly did the test paper.

One by one, until his eyes were a little blurry, until his eyes were flickering but he still persisted, just like he had done before.

Then everything went dark in front of him...

It was dark all around, but Vizet could sense that there was an arch in front of him, an extremely ancient arch;

It was tattered and covered with all kinds of strange runes, as if it had experienced a great war;

It was also a lonely arch, which would not fall down without the support of a wall, which was very strange.

A black curtain that was also tattered hung on it, swaying gently, and kept approaching him...

"So, before you die, you will see these?" Vizet's expression did not change, and he tried his best to feel everything around him.

This was also rare knowledge. Even if he could not understand it now, he could recall it in the future and ponder the mystery.

The moment he passed through the arch and the curtain, it was extremely cold, and every part from the inside to the outside was filled with coldness, enough to pierce the soul.

He saw a gray world through the curtain, and seemed to be able to glimpse a skull;

The skull seemed to see him, and something appeared in front of him and then shattered, without causing him any trouble;

It was just that the speed of passing through the curtain was too fast, and before he could see what happened, the arch and the curtain had disappeared.

The moment he passed through the curtain and the arch, the coldness disappeared instantly.

What followed was the warmth that surged from the inside of his body.