Chapter 65 Cynthia’s Will
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
After Tver and Grindelwald chatted about Voldemort for a while, they realized that Cynthia had not come down for so long.
"Does it take so long to clean up the room?"
"Although Cynthia is not a house elf, she doesn't spend half a day packing her things."
Grindelwald was also a little confused, "Why don't you go and take a look?"
Tver immediately put down his knife and fork.
Although there is a gap between Cynthia's strength and him, she is still in the second position in Durmstrang all year round. Even if she encounters danger, she will not make any noise.
So he was still a little worried in his heart.
The lights on the second floor were not turned on, and only a faint moonlight filtered in through the windows.
But as he approached the last step of the stairs, he faintly heard a voice——
Someone was crying in the room.
"Cynthia?"
Pushing open the door vigorously, Tver flew a ball of light inside at high speed and saw the scene in the room clearly.
Cynthia was sitting on her knees at the door, sobbing, holding the wand in her hand, her whole body trembling,
And it was Tver who was lying stretched out on the carpet.
But this time his face was gray and there was coagulated blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, so he was obviously dead.
The next second, Cynthia sniffed and waved her wand towards "him".
"Funny!"
Well, "Tver" came to life, standing in front of her, wearing a grand dress and holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.
"No...sorry."
She simply waved her wand again, and he turned into a plume of black smoke and dissipated into the room.
Also dissipated along with Tver's fluorescent spell, the room became dim again. Only with the help of the moonlight outside, could one barely see the girl's cowardly side.
Speaking of which, this was the first time that Tver had seen her like this. In the past, no matter how difficult it was, Cynthia had always remained confident.
Of course, with her strength and talent, there is usually no difficulty that can defeat her.
Tver looked around and helped Cynthia up.
No matter how beautiful a girl is, when her face is covered with tears and her nose is almost dripping into her mouth, she is nowhere to be seen.
"Zi Liu."
The snot was not sucked up.
Amused by the girl's cute appearance, Tver shook his head and chuckled.
In the dim room, Cynthia could only see an outline of Tver, but in her eyes, the outline became clearer and clearer!
Because Tver was silently approaching her gradually, getting closer and closer, so close that she could already feel his breath and the faint smell of him.
"Boom."
The girl's back lightly hit the wall.
Cynthia's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, especially when Tver put his left hand on the wall and moved his head closer to her face, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
"Let's do something that can only be done with the lights off." Tver whispered in her ear.
"Do...do...what?" Cynthia was very nervous, holding onto the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her face was so hot that she felt like she was about to explode.
Not sure whether it was fear or anticipation, the girl closed her eyes tightly, but her eyelids were still trembling, revealing her restless heart.
"Turn on the lights."
Tver chuckled and pressed the switch on the wall. With a click, the whole room lit up.
He also turned around and observed the room.
It has a very simple design, with only simple beds, tables and chairs, but it is enough.
For him, refinement and luxury are not necessities.
Only then did Cynthia come back to her senses, wiped the tears from her face, walked to Tver's side with a blushing face, and asked hesitantly: "Am I embarrassed just now?"
"Of course not. On the contrary, I am very grateful for your concern." Tver waved his wand and eliminated all traces of magic in the room. "I remember this is a Muggle house. How can there be a Boggart?"
When it came to business, Cynthia returned to her usual capable self.
"It was actually the house of an old wizard a long time ago, but with his passing, all the protective magic in this room gradually dissipated, and it was eventually purchased by a Muggle family."
"It's just that there are still some traces of magic in the house, which caused the family to move out after two years of living there, and it was finally bought by Mr. Grindelwald."
Tver nodded approvingly. What he was most satisfied with was that Cynthia always gave him detailed answers when he encountered some daily problems.
"What about teacher, what have you been doing during this time?"
He was not monitoring his teacher, he was just worried that after the teacher came out of Nurmengard, he would attract the attention of the Austrian Ministry of Magic and even the International Federation of Magic.
Although Nurmengard is almost useless and the existence of the teacher is gradually ignored by the magic world, some old wizards are still very afraid of the name Grindelwald.
After all, the teacher didn’t conquer Europe just by talking!
Cynthia recalled the past six months and said quickly but clearly: "Pretend to be a normal old Muggle man."
"At first, I might make a fool of myself because I'm not familiar with them, but from the next day I can greet and chat with Muggles familiarly."
"According to Mr. Grindelwald, he would hang out in nearby schools during the day to learn about Muggles' technological ideas."
"I basically stayed in my room at night. I tried to explore a few times. I was either looking through the photo album or playing with the transformation technique, but I seemed to be noticed."
The girl's face was filled with guilt.
Tver showed an expected expression, "I never thought of hiding it from the teacher, but although he didn't object, don't make any more probing moves."
"By the way, have you mentioned preparing a wand for him?"
Cynthia suddenly felt lost, "I mentioned it several times, but he always said that he was a loser and there was no need to show up again."
Tver nodded, thinking that the teacher would come forward at the right time to help him deal with some troubles.
But he didn't expect that the failure that year made him almost close his heart. It seems that the person who can untie the bell must tie the bell.
However, there is no telling who will be the one to untie the bell and who will be the one to tie it.
Maybe in the future, a teacher will be needed to convince Dumbledore?
"Thank you for your hard work during this time," Tver retracted his wand and turned to Cynthia, "but I have one last question."
"Do you really want to follow me and pursue that almost impossible ideal, even if I am a leisurely professor at Hogwarts?"
He only told Grindelwald and Cynthia that his biggest idea was since he came to this world.
Because he is still running for his life, focusing on exploring the secret of the badge.
And his strength is not enough to compete with the deep-rooted ideas in the magical world. At least, he has to surpass Dumbledore to have this qualification.
Sensing Tver's solemn mood, Cynthia's expression also became serious, and she looked at him with resolute eyes.
"I am willing to follow you all my life," her tone was firm, as if there was infinite power in it, "even if this world cannot tolerate us!"
The thought of overturning the secrecy law made her excited!
"Does it take so long to clean up the room?"
"Although Cynthia is not a house elf, she doesn't spend half a day packing her things."
Grindelwald was also a little confused, "Why don't you go and take a look?"
Tver immediately put down his knife and fork.
Although there is a gap between Cynthia's strength and him, she is still in the second position in Durmstrang all year round. Even if she encounters danger, she will not make any noise.
So he was still a little worried in his heart.
The lights on the second floor were not turned on, and only a faint moonlight filtered in through the windows.
But as he approached the last step of the stairs, he faintly heard a voice——
Someone was crying in the room.
"Cynthia?"
Pushing open the door vigorously, Tver flew a ball of light inside at high speed and saw the scene in the room clearly.
Cynthia was sitting on her knees at the door, sobbing, holding the wand in her hand, her whole body trembling,
And it was Tver who was lying stretched out on the carpet.
But this time his face was gray and there was coagulated blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, so he was obviously dead.
The next second, Cynthia sniffed and waved her wand towards "him".
"Funny!"
Well, "Tver" came to life, standing in front of her, wearing a grand dress and holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.
"No...sorry."
She simply waved her wand again, and he turned into a plume of black smoke and dissipated into the room.
Also dissipated along with Tver's fluorescent spell, the room became dim again. Only with the help of the moonlight outside, could one barely see the girl's cowardly side.
Speaking of which, this was the first time that Tver had seen her like this. In the past, no matter how difficult it was, Cynthia had always remained confident.
Of course, with her strength and talent, there is usually no difficulty that can defeat her.
Tver looked around and helped Cynthia up.
No matter how beautiful a girl is, when her face is covered with tears and her nose is almost dripping into her mouth, she is nowhere to be seen.
"Zi Liu."
The snot was not sucked up.
Amused by the girl's cute appearance, Tver shook his head and chuckled.
In the dim room, Cynthia could only see an outline of Tver, but in her eyes, the outline became clearer and clearer!
Because Tver was silently approaching her gradually, getting closer and closer, so close that she could already feel his breath and the faint smell of him.
"Boom."
The girl's back lightly hit the wall.
Cynthia's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, especially when Tver put his left hand on the wall and moved his head closer to her face, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
"Let's do something that can only be done with the lights off." Tver whispered in her ear.
"Do...do...what?" Cynthia was very nervous, holding onto the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her face was so hot that she felt like she was about to explode.
Not sure whether it was fear or anticipation, the girl closed her eyes tightly, but her eyelids were still trembling, revealing her restless heart.
"Turn on the lights."
Tver chuckled and pressed the switch on the wall. With a click, the whole room lit up.
He also turned around and observed the room.
It has a very simple design, with only simple beds, tables and chairs, but it is enough.
For him, refinement and luxury are not necessities.
Only then did Cynthia come back to her senses, wiped the tears from her face, walked to Tver's side with a blushing face, and asked hesitantly: "Am I embarrassed just now?"
"Of course not. On the contrary, I am very grateful for your concern." Tver waved his wand and eliminated all traces of magic in the room. "I remember this is a Muggle house. How can there be a Boggart?"
When it came to business, Cynthia returned to her usual capable self.
"It was actually the house of an old wizard a long time ago, but with his passing, all the protective magic in this room gradually dissipated, and it was eventually purchased by a Muggle family."
"It's just that there are still some traces of magic in the house, which caused the family to move out after two years of living there, and it was finally bought by Mr. Grindelwald."
Tver nodded approvingly. What he was most satisfied with was that Cynthia always gave him detailed answers when he encountered some daily problems.
"What about teacher, what have you been doing during this time?"
He was not monitoring his teacher, he was just worried that after the teacher came out of Nurmengard, he would attract the attention of the Austrian Ministry of Magic and even the International Federation of Magic.
Although Nurmengard is almost useless and the existence of the teacher is gradually ignored by the magic world, some old wizards are still very afraid of the name Grindelwald.
After all, the teacher didn’t conquer Europe just by talking!
Cynthia recalled the past six months and said quickly but clearly: "Pretend to be a normal old Muggle man."
"At first, I might make a fool of myself because I'm not familiar with them, but from the next day I can greet and chat with Muggles familiarly."
"According to Mr. Grindelwald, he would hang out in nearby schools during the day to learn about Muggles' technological ideas."
"I basically stayed in my room at night. I tried to explore a few times. I was either looking through the photo album or playing with the transformation technique, but I seemed to be noticed."
The girl's face was filled with guilt.
Tver showed an expected expression, "I never thought of hiding it from the teacher, but although he didn't object, don't make any more probing moves."
"By the way, have you mentioned preparing a wand for him?"
Cynthia suddenly felt lost, "I mentioned it several times, but he always said that he was a loser and there was no need to show up again."
Tver nodded, thinking that the teacher would come forward at the right time to help him deal with some troubles.
But he didn't expect that the failure that year made him almost close his heart. It seems that the person who can untie the bell must tie the bell.
However, there is no telling who will be the one to untie the bell and who will be the one to tie it.
Maybe in the future, a teacher will be needed to convince Dumbledore?
"Thank you for your hard work during this time," Tver retracted his wand and turned to Cynthia, "but I have one last question."
"Do you really want to follow me and pursue that almost impossible ideal, even if I am a leisurely professor at Hogwarts?"
He only told Grindelwald and Cynthia that his biggest idea was since he came to this world.
Because he is still running for his life, focusing on exploring the secret of the badge.
And his strength is not enough to compete with the deep-rooted ideas in the magical world. At least, he has to surpass Dumbledore to have this qualification.
Sensing Tver's solemn mood, Cynthia's expression also became serious, and she looked at him with resolute eyes.
"I am willing to follow you all my life," her tone was firm, as if there was infinite power in it, "even if this world cannot tolerate us!"
The thought of overturning the secrecy law made her excited!
