Chapter 272: Talking From the Dome

It was November, and the weather was getting colder.

In the afternoon, a group of young wizards gathered in the auditorium, looking forward to the arrival of that figure.

There were quite a few of them, and many of them even sighed, is this club so popular?

Do so many people care about the so-called not-so-magical things?

Then, a figure that they expected appeared.

Mu En stood at the door of the auditorium, looking at the people in the auditorium in surprise.

Well. He couldn't tell who wanted to join the club, and who was just watching the fun.

"Professor."

"Professor, good afternoon."

A series of greetings rang out, and Mu En had to press his hand, and then his voice rang throughout the auditorium.

"Friends, we can't be here, occupying everyone's activity space in the entire auditorium."

"Beautiful." Fred whispered to each other: "We can go to some other good places."

"No, I don't care about this. Did you hear what the professor said just now-friends." Angelina next to Fred had little stars in her eyes. She was a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Come with me, this is a good place I found." Mu En smiled: "I bet none of you have been there, at least I haven't seen any of you go there in the past two years."

As he said this, Mu En turned around and waved, signaling the children to follow his pace.

The little wizards immediately followed his steps and walked upstairs to the castle.

"Professor, we know every secret room in this school." George walked up and said.

"Oh, really?" Mu En looked at him with disbelief in his expression.

"Of course." Fred also nodded.

"Very good, but unfortunately this time, we are going to - not a room." Mu En smiled: "In addition, I did prepare a room for you, but let's talk about it at the next gathering."

As he said this, under the leadership of Mu En, a group of people had already arrived at the sixth floor in a mighty manner.

The castle of Hogwarts has a good fusion of monastery and Gothic style. The extremely sharp towers and triangular high roofs are its more distinctive design features.

However, not every place is so sharp.

At this time, what appeared in front of the little wizards was a closed door.

Hogwarts has many doors like this, which can always give some "surprises" to the new wizards and make them late.

"No, professor, this door can't go out."

"Really?" Mu En smiled, put his hand on the door handle, then twisted it and pushed it open.

The wind-swept in from outside.

When he opened his eyes again, the sunshine, the cold, and the extremely wide field of vision were all in sight.

This door leads to the roof?

Soon a keen little wizard saw that this is not the roof above the library on the fifth floor? !

"Come on, what are you standing there for." Mu En stepped directly on the roof and trotted all the way to the chimney.

The biting wind blew from the other side of the mountain. He stood high up, opened his hands, and his robes were blown.

The little wizards walked out slowly, looking left and right at the scenery above the dome. The wind was not cold, and the sunshine was warm, not hot.

After a while, Mu En put away his hands.

"Well, it's a bit difficult to pretend to be excited, after all, I often see similar scenery." Moon waved his hand: "But who wants to go up and howl?"

"Stupid," Draco whispered in the crowd.

Harry stood aside, looking at the scenery here with some boredom.

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why Uncle Moon brought everyone here.

Then, he turned his attention to other people. To his surprise, except for a few people including Hermione and himself who showed "boredom" and "incomprehension", most people were obviously excited and expectant.

These expressions were written directly on their faces.

At the same time, George had already stood on the chimney, aiming at the endless alpine meadows below, and made a monkey-like cry.

"Hey hehe~~~"

"Weasley, stop howling." Downstairs, a boy covered his hands in front of his mouth and shouted loudly to the people above.

"What are you doing up there?" Others looked up curiously from the meadow below.

"Class." George responded loudly.

"Oh, that's fine." The people below waved their hands in dismay and turned their eyes away.

Mu En smiled and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Why are you standing here? I just cleaned this place yesterday, otherwise you would see a lot of dead leaves and bird droppings here, but now they are gone."

As he said that, he sat on the ground casually.

"To be precise, this is not a class, you don't need to be too restrained."

"Then what are we going to do?" A little Hufflepuff wizard was a little excited, constantly playing with his wand in his hand.

"Daniel, we have to put away our wands first." Mu En smiled.

Then, he said seriously: "Okay, let's stop talking nonsense."

"I know some of your classmates are just here to join in the fun and want to see what this club is all about."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Draco.

"And some classmates, well, even though I'm a bit boastful when I say this, um. You think I might come up with something new, so come take a look."

As he said that, he turned his attention to Harry and Hermione again.

"So, I'm sorry to tell you first. In this club, there are no points plus or minus, and you can't learn anything about the school curriculum.

There are no transfigurations, no potions, no hexes, ah, maybe you know this.

But you may not know yet, but everything else including grades is not included here. Even joining this club is something you don’t need to write on your resume.

Because at least judging from the current environment in the magic world, this is useless. "

"So Professor, what exactly are we going to do?" Hermione raised her hand.

"Ah, what to do, that's a good question." Mu En nodded.

Moreover, this was indeed a question worthy of Hermione's asking.

To be honest, Mu En felt that there was no need for Hermione to come here. She was not this kind of person.

"What to do? I'm sorry to say that doing some meaningless things, such as art, music, and poetry, will not improve your studies, and may not necessarily find you a good job. But I think - I can give you a pursuit, and Inner peace and sustenance." Mu En smiled and said, "The purpose of establishing the club is to bring together friends."

With that said, he stopped answering such questions and waved to Colin.

"For today's first class, I made an agreement with Mr. Creevey to take a picture of each of you."

"Taking photos? Are you here?"

"Yes, I will find a photo for each of you." Mu En smiled: "But the scene, time and content are completely planned by you."

"ah?"

The little wizards exchanged glances with each other, not quite understanding what Mu En wanted to express.

"Okay, Creevey, let's give them a demonstration." Mu En raised his hand, then pointed to the chimney pipe: "Stand up."

The chimney pipe was closed with stone bricks, and it was raised a little above the roof.

So it turned into an overlooking platform, a podium?

Colin walked onto the stage and first looked at the confused club members.

Then, he looked back down.

There were more people below at this time. It was now past three in the afternoon, and many students, both young and old, had plenty of time to hang out and have fun. They gathered in a group below and cast curious glances at them above.

"Professor, what should I do?" Creevey asked curiously. In fact, he was only informed by Mu En in advance.

"Listen, we all have fantasies." Mu En said: "Fantasy about ourselves and fantasies about others."

As he spoke, he pointed to the chimney: "And here, a spell has been set. As long as we stand on it and tell the scene in our imagination, it will change accordingly, and then - dedicate you to you." All the pictures you want!”

As he spoke, he looked at Harry.

"Come on, just like when I introduced Boggart to you, but now, we have to show what we desire most."

"The most desired thing?" Colin froze on the spot, lost in thought.

"Well I want to be a great photographer," he said.

"No." Mu En shook her head: "That's not the case. We want a photo, time, place, people and events. The one in your dream, the scene you long for."

"I" Colin was lost in thought, "I want a picture."

After a while, under everyone's gaze, he slowly spoke.

"It's fifty years later." The scene on the entire rooftop suddenly changed. In front of all the little wizards, this place was no longer the top of the building, and Colin in front of them had also turned into an old man.

"Um, no, no, older, like Principal Dumbledore, but without a beard." Colin said quickly.

Then, in everyone's eyes, his skin began to sag, his waist gradually shrank, and then he stooped slightly.

"In a small room." Colin continued: "It's a small room, well, he doesn't have much on him." Colin continued.

"The room is very small, there are only pictures around."

"And then, yes, he was wearing clothes that were washed white, and then there were a lot of honors and medals and trophies in the corner, piled together like garbage."

"Oh." Mu En showed an admiring look: "Disdainful of honor and money, ah, a very good idea."

"Then he took a photo and looked at it, studying it."

"The sun is falling through the window."

"Then. Then he died. Yes, that's it. He achieved many honors. He didn't care about money. Until the time of his death, he was still working hard to take good-looking photos."

The next moment, the shutter sounded.

Then, the surrounding scene quickly dissipated. Mu En first raised her hand and clicked on the camera, and quickly spit out a photo.

Colin took the camera and photos, and then froze on the spot.

"Is this what you want?" Mu En asked.

"Yes." Colin nodded one after another: "It's very silly, isn't it? I don't want money at all, well. At least it's not all about money. I just want to take pictures until the end of my life."

"Very good." Mu En nodded: "No one will laugh at your idea, it's so good."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the other children.

"Who else wants to try?"

Soon, one child after another came forward.

"I I want to play"

"Louder, you have to shout." Mu En said.

"I want to play in the Golden Hall in Vienna. Without magic, even the big shots come to listen to my music.

Applause - no, no applause, they were all intoxicated, completely intoxicated. "

The next moment, click——

"Very good, who wants to come next?"

Soon, one child after another walked up, some became famous painters, some became stars. These were the scenes in their dreams. They did not necessarily have too much magic, but each had their own brilliant colors.

Draco was in a dark room. He had become the talker of the Malfoy family, and the Minister of Magic stood groveling in front of him. He just picked up a glass of tequila and shook it slowly.

Pretending to be a godfather.

But this is indeed his true inner thought.

The next one after him, Hermione walked up.

In her expected scenario, she became Minister for Magic.

Hmm. The two of them looked awkward.

But this just means that these two people are not suitable for this club.

After such a rotation, until Ron at the Quidditch World Cup got his photo, there were only a few people present who did not participate.

"Well, let me see, Neville, come on, come and try." Mu En invited.

Neville was sitting on the roof at this time, and many children gathered below, all of them watching what was happening above.

Neville was obviously a little scared and a little embarrassed.

"Come and try, Neville." Moon said: "Or do you feel that your inner world has nothing to show?"

"No." Neville didn't know what to say. Finally, he hesitated and said, "Professor, I have nothing to take pictures of."

Mu En turned around and stood in front of the stage.

"Listen, Neville. There is a saying, 'People would rather pay attention to the trivial details and eating and drinking of a bad actor, but are not willing to understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person'."

Then he looked at the children.

"First of all, I think this sentence is okay. We have never met each other. Why should I pay attention to the inner world of a stranger? Right, I am not his parent, and I don't want to kiss her - well, okay Well, what if. But let’s assume it’s a stranger!”

Many young wizards covered their mouths and laughed at Mu En's straightforward words.

Mu En also smiled and stretched out his hand to point to the sky.

"But the second half of this sentence is undoubtedly correct. We are human beings, and we all have our own inner world, a world that belongs to us alone. There are abysses thousands of miles away and waves thousands of feet high."

Then he looked at Neville.

"In other words, everyone has a beautiful picture inside his heart."

Neville opened his mouth, kept breathing in, and scratched his head.

"Professor, I."

"There is no better opportunity than this." Mu En showed a smile and nodded seriously: "Show it boldly. I believe you have this desire. I saw it."

"Okay." He stood up slowly and climbed onto the stage.

Looking at the dense gazes below him, his expression suddenly rose, and he felt that he could no longer speak fluently.

"By the way, don't bring your hatred with you. That's what the world gives you, but what I want now is your own, your own thoughts." Mu En's voice quietly appeared in his ears.

"well."

Then he began to meditate with his eyes closed.

After a moment, he whispered intermittently: "A huge house, a magnificent house."

"Oh, it's finally here." Fred looked at Neville expectantly.

However, soon, everyone discovered something was wrong.

The scene has not changed, not at all.

The little wizards looked at Mu En in surprise.

But seeing him standing on the stage, he shook his head: "No, that's not it. Neville, you can fool others, but you can't fool yourself, and you can't fool this - magic! Magic doesn't understand the world. Come on, tell me what you are doing. What’s really on my mind.”

Neville's face was full of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After a while, he said, "Um, a small house in the countryside."

However, there was still no change.

"Louder." Mu En continued: "You are the quietest one, it didn't hear it, neither the magic nor your heart heard it."

"A small room."

"Don't speak dryly, use your expectations and your imagination!" Mu En continued, clenching his fists, looking so powerful.

"Show him, I saw it, but didn't you see it yourself?!"

At this time, Neville's entire face had turned purple, and almost all eyes were on him.

"Professor, my idea is too plain and it doesn't approve it." Neville muttered in a low voice.

"No, the theme never mattered, Miss McKellar simply talked about an afternoon of rain and she danced in the rain.

Do you think a rain is a magnificent and precious scene? The highlight is the dance in the rain!

You too, Neville!

You have to describe its beauty! Describe why you expect this scene and story to happen! ! "

"A house in the country."

"Shout it out so that everyone below can hear it." Mu En stood up and covered his eyes: "Don't look anywhere, look at yourself, look at your heart, look at the picture in your heart!"

"A double-storey house in the country!" Neville couldn't hold it in any longer, and even roared as if he was venting his anger.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

In the green grassland and the woods in the distance, a mountain sparrow sat on the fence outside a double-storey wooden house and chirped.

"It's morning! Someone is coming, a carriage carrying people.

The room smelled like breakfast. I grew up and became a professor at Hogwarts!

I was combing my daughter's hair and my partner was in the kitchen making breakfast. "

"Do you mind showing your lover's appearance?"

"But - no, no, no, this won't work!!" Neville quickly added.

"Okay, give her a back view." Mu En slowly let go of her hand and left Neville's home.

However, he still closed his eyes and tried his best to think and speak.

"My son ran in from outside the house. He held hands with my parents. They were very energetic and did not look old at all. They also pushed my grandma with them. She was very old and very energetic. foot!

This is the person who was in the carriage just now.

This is a family gathering, a wonderful family gathering! Yes, that's it! "

"Very good, continue!"

"No!!" Neville quickly raised his hand.

"That's it, there's nothing left, this is what I want." He said quickly.

Then, his voice gradually became softer.

“Yes, a complete home.

This is what I want. "