Chapter 318 Do you know how I got here these years?
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Mr. Dearborn expertly led Glenn through a forest path to the sparkling creek.It can be seen that he is already very familiar with this place.
A large, fairly flat stone lay under the shade of a tree in the shallows on the shore.
"Did you see my exclusive fishing spot?" Mr. Dearborn smiled and pointed to the stone and said to Glenn.
Glenn looked at this slightly careless fishing position and couldn't help showing a look of confusion.
If you want fish, wouldn't it be possible with a flying spell?
When the two came to the soft land by the river, Dearborn suddenly stopped.
"We need to prepare some bait." He said, took out his wand and waved it lightly.
The ground rose, the soil loosened, and several earthworms were pulled by the magic power to fly into the air and landed in Dearborn's hands.
Glenn looked at the stretching and squirming annelids in his hands and felt a sense of discomfort.
Dearborn obviously didn't notice his reaction and stood up with a smile and walked towards his fishing position.
The two of them crossed the shoal and came to the rock.
A branch was randomly thrown on the stone. Dearborn pointed it lightly with his wand, and the branch quickly changed into a simple fishing rod.
"Can you fish, Glenn?" he asked over his shoulder. "Want to try it?"
Glenn took another look at the earthworm in his hand that he thought was a fish, and shook his head.
"If you need to catch fish for food, why not just use the flying spell?" He thought about it and couldn't help but ask.
Dearborn showed a helpless smile and did not answer Glenn's question. Instead, he hung the earthworm on the fishhook, raised the fishing rod high, and threw it out hard.
His posture was not standard, but he was obviously very skilled. The line with the lead pendant and fishhook was thrown far away, and fell into the river with a "plop", making a splash.
Watching the ripples of the river ripple in circles, he slowly spoke.
"If the calculation is correct, it has been 11 years since I disappeared, right?"
According to Mad-Eye Moody, Caradoc Dearborn disappeared six months after the first Order of the Phoenix photoshoot.As of now, nearly 11 and a half years have passed.
"Yes, sir." Glenn thought for a moment and nodded.
"Do you know how I spent these years?" Dearborn carefully observed the float gently swaying with the water waves, and asked casually as if he didn't care.
11 years time.
Man vs. Wild.
A wizard's version of Robinson Crusoe.
Glenn was slightly startled and shook his head.Even though he had been a human being for two lifetimes, it was still hard to imagine living alone in a place like this.
"As you said, as a wizard, although I am far from Dumbledore's level, it is not difficult to find food and persist in living. It's just a flying spell, not something profound. magic."
Dearborn curled up the corners of his mouth, showing an expression similar to a wry smile.
"But compared to food, do you know what's scariest?"
The scariest thing...
Glenn thought for a moment and understood what he meant.
"You mean...lonely?"
As if he didn't expect Glenn to understand his intention so quickly, Dearborn looked back in slight surprise.
"Yes, it's just loneliness." He looked at the river again, "Fishing is just a way to pass the time. With a lot of boring time like this, and no one to talk to, if you don't want to think of a way, It can really drive people crazy.”
"No one can talk?" Glenn looked blank, "Didn't we just meet Mr. Merlin?"
Dearborn shook his head and said: "Even if Morgana's seal has shown signs of loosening, Mr. Merlin can only appear for a few minutes every day. You know, I just came here more than ten years ago. When we were here, the seal was still solid."
"Are you saying that you only learned of Mr. Merlin's existence recently?" Glenn asked.
"It was almost like it was more than two years ago. It was only a few seconds at first, and then it gradually became what it is now."
Two years ago...this news seems to connect with Glenn's memory.
At this time, wasn't it the time when I relied on the ability of the Metamorphosis Magus to trap the remaining souls of Patricia and Morgana?
In other words, it was because of his operations back then that the remnant soul of Queen Morgana was damaged, which caused the seal of the Avalon ruins to loosen, and Dearborn successfully passed the news to Dumbledore.
From this point of view, the influence of the butterfly effect is really quite powerful.
Just at this time, there seemed to be movement under the water. The float first continued to sink slightly, and then floated slightly up.
Glenn was about to issue a warning, but Dearborn, who had already held his breath and was observing carefully, raised his hand to stop him.
Less than a second later, the float sank suddenly, causing a wave of microwaves.
Dearborn quickly raised the fishing rod, but instead of pulling the hook directly out of the water, he slowed down and allowed the fishing line to be pulled far away.
Glenn knew nothing about fishing techniques, so he could only sit aside and watch quietly.
"It seems we are lucky, Glenn. This is the first time I have harvested something so quickly."
Dearborn turned back and said with a smile, and then used force again to pull the fishing line a certain distance in his direction.
What he has in his hand is not the common fishing rod with a wheel set. The control of the fishing line depends entirely on the rod body, which requires more patience and skills.
This fish seemed to be quite big. The fishing rod was pulled into an obvious bow shape and the fishing line was straight.
If it were a layman like Glenn, he might have been unable to resist the temptation to reel in the line with all his strength, but Dearborn didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he only occasionally lifted and pulled it a few times, and repeated it tirelessly.
The big fish was slowly pulled closer to the two people. It seemed that it had exhausted a lot of energy and gradually became unable to struggle.Dearborn added a little more force and raised the rod so that the fish's head was above the water.
At this time, the big fish could no longer maintain its balance and tilted sideways, exposing its white belly.
Glenn also followed Dearborn's instructions, conjured up a dip net and extended it to the water, successfully harvesting it.
"That's great! This tilapia should be the biggest one I've caught in so many years!" Dearborn smiled and took off the hook. "You're so lucky. This fish has much fewer bones than carp. , perfect for grilled fish!”
Although Glenn doesn't know how to fish, he is still very experienced in eating fish and is naturally familiar with the differences between fish species.
Compared with carp and grass carp, which are full of spines, tilapia is undoubtedly more suitable for enjoying in this wild environment.
A large, fairly flat stone lay under the shade of a tree in the shallows on the shore.
"Did you see my exclusive fishing spot?" Mr. Dearborn smiled and pointed to the stone and said to Glenn.
Glenn looked at this slightly careless fishing position and couldn't help showing a look of confusion.
If you want fish, wouldn't it be possible with a flying spell?
When the two came to the soft land by the river, Dearborn suddenly stopped.
"We need to prepare some bait." He said, took out his wand and waved it lightly.
The ground rose, the soil loosened, and several earthworms were pulled by the magic power to fly into the air and landed in Dearborn's hands.
Glenn looked at the stretching and squirming annelids in his hands and felt a sense of discomfort.
Dearborn obviously didn't notice his reaction and stood up with a smile and walked towards his fishing position.
The two of them crossed the shoal and came to the rock.
A branch was randomly thrown on the stone. Dearborn pointed it lightly with his wand, and the branch quickly changed into a simple fishing rod.
"Can you fish, Glenn?" he asked over his shoulder. "Want to try it?"
Glenn took another look at the earthworm in his hand that he thought was a fish, and shook his head.
"If you need to catch fish for food, why not just use the flying spell?" He thought about it and couldn't help but ask.
Dearborn showed a helpless smile and did not answer Glenn's question. Instead, he hung the earthworm on the fishhook, raised the fishing rod high, and threw it out hard.
His posture was not standard, but he was obviously very skilled. The line with the lead pendant and fishhook was thrown far away, and fell into the river with a "plop", making a splash.
Watching the ripples of the river ripple in circles, he slowly spoke.
"If the calculation is correct, it has been 11 years since I disappeared, right?"
According to Mad-Eye Moody, Caradoc Dearborn disappeared six months after the first Order of the Phoenix photoshoot.As of now, nearly 11 and a half years have passed.
"Yes, sir." Glenn thought for a moment and nodded.
"Do you know how I spent these years?" Dearborn carefully observed the float gently swaying with the water waves, and asked casually as if he didn't care.
11 years time.
Man vs. Wild.
A wizard's version of Robinson Crusoe.
Glenn was slightly startled and shook his head.Even though he had been a human being for two lifetimes, it was still hard to imagine living alone in a place like this.
"As you said, as a wizard, although I am far from Dumbledore's level, it is not difficult to find food and persist in living. It's just a flying spell, not something profound. magic."
Dearborn curled up the corners of his mouth, showing an expression similar to a wry smile.
"But compared to food, do you know what's scariest?"
The scariest thing...
Glenn thought for a moment and understood what he meant.
"You mean...lonely?"
As if he didn't expect Glenn to understand his intention so quickly, Dearborn looked back in slight surprise.
"Yes, it's just loneliness." He looked at the river again, "Fishing is just a way to pass the time. With a lot of boring time like this, and no one to talk to, if you don't want to think of a way, It can really drive people crazy.”
"No one can talk?" Glenn looked blank, "Didn't we just meet Mr. Merlin?"
Dearborn shook his head and said: "Even if Morgana's seal has shown signs of loosening, Mr. Merlin can only appear for a few minutes every day. You know, I just came here more than ten years ago. When we were here, the seal was still solid."
"Are you saying that you only learned of Mr. Merlin's existence recently?" Glenn asked.
"It was almost like it was more than two years ago. It was only a few seconds at first, and then it gradually became what it is now."
Two years ago...this news seems to connect with Glenn's memory.
At this time, wasn't it the time when I relied on the ability of the Metamorphosis Magus to trap the remaining souls of Patricia and Morgana?
In other words, it was because of his operations back then that the remnant soul of Queen Morgana was damaged, which caused the seal of the Avalon ruins to loosen, and Dearborn successfully passed the news to Dumbledore.
From this point of view, the influence of the butterfly effect is really quite powerful.
Just at this time, there seemed to be movement under the water. The float first continued to sink slightly, and then floated slightly up.
Glenn was about to issue a warning, but Dearborn, who had already held his breath and was observing carefully, raised his hand to stop him.
Less than a second later, the float sank suddenly, causing a wave of microwaves.
Dearborn quickly raised the fishing rod, but instead of pulling the hook directly out of the water, he slowed down and allowed the fishing line to be pulled far away.
Glenn knew nothing about fishing techniques, so he could only sit aside and watch quietly.
"It seems we are lucky, Glenn. This is the first time I have harvested something so quickly."
Dearborn turned back and said with a smile, and then used force again to pull the fishing line a certain distance in his direction.
What he has in his hand is not the common fishing rod with a wheel set. The control of the fishing line depends entirely on the rod body, which requires more patience and skills.
This fish seemed to be quite big. The fishing rod was pulled into an obvious bow shape and the fishing line was straight.
If it were a layman like Glenn, he might have been unable to resist the temptation to reel in the line with all his strength, but Dearborn didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he only occasionally lifted and pulled it a few times, and repeated it tirelessly.
The big fish was slowly pulled closer to the two people. It seemed that it had exhausted a lot of energy and gradually became unable to struggle.Dearborn added a little more force and raised the rod so that the fish's head was above the water.
At this time, the big fish could no longer maintain its balance and tilted sideways, exposing its white belly.
Glenn also followed Dearborn's instructions, conjured up a dip net and extended it to the water, successfully harvesting it.
"That's great! This tilapia should be the biggest one I've caught in so many years!" Dearborn smiled and took off the hook. "You're so lucky. This fish has much fewer bones than carp. , perfect for grilled fish!”
Although Glenn doesn't know how to fish, he is still very experienced in eating fish and is naturally familiar with the differences between fish species.
Compared with carp and grass carp, which are full of spines, tilapia is undoubtedly more suitable for enjoying in this wild environment.
