MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 832

The warmth is just right, warming the heart and mind.

The two of them sat in the empty tower, and John apologized: "I didn't prepare many snacks."

"No, that's good." Daphne looked outside, she was wearing John's coat.

The moonlight hit her eyes, and a veil fell on her face.

When John saw this scene, he moved his fingers.

Daphne stood up and walked outside.

On the top floor of the Magic Tower, there is an exit that overlooks the entire city.

She stepped on the falling snowflakes with her bare feet, and her eyes reflected the bustling scene of thousands of lights.

Leaning against the wall, she stared at the beautiful scenery.

"Is this what you saw?" she asked, as if talking to herself.

John nodded, looked over there, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

It is indeed beautiful.

Whether it’s the scenery or the beauty.

Tom leaned into John's arms, his tongue lolling in a flattering smile.

John rubbed Tom's dog's head.

When Riddle saw this, he looked at Basil and then at Tom.

At this moment, Basil seemed to have completed the communication with Riddle.

Jumped down from the owl stand, drew a perfect arc in the air, and flew past John.

Tom, who was supposed to be in John's arms, was grabbed by Basil and flew away as soon as he turned his head.

Tom blinked, a little unresponsive. Wasn't he in his master's arms just now?

Flying towards the stairs, Tom was thrown directly down by Basil before he had time to beg for mercy.

A dog turned into a ball from above and rolled downstairs.

Helmer's steps froze. He was originally going to find John.

But a black owl fell next to it, staring at it with its round eyes.

Helmer retracted his steps and had no choice but to hug his big brother.

"John." Daphne, who was standing there, turned around as if she had made up her mind and called John softly.

John looked up and responded: "I'm here."

Standing under the cold moonlight, like a spotlight, it fell on the girl's beautiful skirt.

Snowflakes fell inside along the moonlight, and the girl took off her coat.

She stretched out her hand, just like the boy took the initiative to stretch out his hand every time.

This time, it's her turn.

"Dance with me."

Daphne showed a peaceful smile.

She is like the moonlight shining into the dark magic tower.

She is also the warm stove, dispelling the loneliness and coldness in it.

And John, that is the magic tower, that is so lonely.

He looked at the girl under the moonlight.

Like her wand, the moon's darling.

The invitation sent out needs to be responded to.

A smile appeared on John's lips, and he stepped towards the moonlight.

Standing in front of Daphne, he and the moon were within easy reach.

He stretched out his hand and made contact with the inviting fingers.

The coldness passed from John's fingers to Daphne.

The warmth was passed from Daphne's hands to John.

Daphne took the initiative to hold John's hand and pulled him into this light.

Under the moon and snow.

Like one year at Christmas, they attended together.

That time John held Daphne's hand, this time he was the passive one.

"Hold my waist." Daphne's voice trembled slightly, but she still said it.

John moved one hand down and touched his slender waist.

At this moment, there was a little more turmoil in his heart.

A stone was thrown into the silent lake.

At this dance, there were only two owls and two protoss as spectators.

There is no music, because everything in the world is playing for them.

Dance, steps, hands.

Rotating to show beauty, Daphne is as light as a canary.

But the canary should not be imprisoned in a cage.

With smiles on their faces, they had their own dance party under the moonlight.

Helmer was very interested. He was in the corner with Hector and started dancing like the two of them.

But the protoss were short-handed, and the dance between the two guys quickly turned into a fight.

Riddle couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the noisy little guy away.

They immediately behaved like well-behaved babies.

Basil's eyes were very sharp, and he saw Tom who was about to climb the last three steps.

He flew over and kicked Tom in the head who had just reached the last step.

Tom didn't even have time to see his master dancing before he rolled down again.

It is estimated that only this dog can withstand being kicked twice in a row.

The wizards outside are not ready to rest.

They gathered in front of the largest screen.

Christmas trees were erected in the shops along the street. The wizarding city, covered in white, is full of lively atmosphere.

Their cheerful music played, sending blessings to their Witch King.

The singing class holds the toad in their arms and sings for the upcoming Christmas.

In the werewolf community, children gather together.

The adults sang the praises of the Witch King on this day. They thanked the Witch King for the fairness and the food he gave them.

The two brothers Chudai and Zuo Fei stood together, looking at the innocent and cute smiles of those children with doting attention.

Looking back at the house, it seems that I can see old Jack looking at me the way he used to.

"Come on, kids, we're going to the Central Square and counting down to Christmas together."

Zuofi showed his childish side, cheered, and took the lead to the central square with the children.

Lupine and Tonks held the baby together and kept up with the community.

The Weasley household was equally lively.

The twins encouraged their family to go to the central square.

Ginny and Ron also took a break from work and returned home.

The whole family set off towards the central square in great numbers.

Under the huge screen in the central square, the gathered wizards watched the clock on the screen move towards zero.

They started counting down.

10, 9, 8, 7…3, 2, 1…

0!

The Christmas bells are ringing and fireworks are lighting up over the Wizarding City.

The dance on the magic tower came to an end at the same time.

Daphne looked up at John and said, "Merry Christmas, John."

John chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Daphne."

Merry Christmas, everyone.

The face so close at hand, amidst the sound of fireworks and countless blessings.

Daphne had fantasized about such a day many times.

This relationship lasted for several years starting from John's rescue from Peeves.

Daphne smiled, her smile was like a flower, and her right hand slowly touched John's heart.

Quiet and silent.

The two of them just stood silently.

"Promise me, John," Daphne looked into those eyes, filled with infinite emotions, "don't forget me."

Perhaps because she knew something, Daphne stroked the face with her left hand.

The slight beating of the heartbeat coming from the fingers of the right hand is a symbol of still being human.

The promise she made to herself when she came was echoing in her mind.

Maybe it’s time to let go.

​Be a loser in this love chase game.

Daphne let go of her hand and turned to leave. She had no regrets.

Is it right?

"Daphne." John stopped her and subconsciously reached out to touch her wrist.

The skin touched by her fingers was like an indelible trace, imprinted on Daphne's heart.

She understood herself and the courage she mustered up was as fragile as paper.

Yes, face love.

Which Slytherin can be brave?

is a coward.

We are good at calculation and wise in protecting ourselves.

But when it comes to love, we are as cowardly as blind people who cannot see clearly in front of us, grasping at the slightest hint of unwillingness and letting go of our fingers.

Love is great.

Great because of forbearance and restraint.

"I'm sorry, my king.

The selfish Slytherin wants to possess you again and again.

Even if I fall into the abyss, I still want to be close to you.

It’s my stupidity and narrow-mindedness.

My King, allow me to be selfish. Even if I am buried deep in the soil, I will never forget your tenderness.