Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"So, that city didn't exist a year ago?"

Lockhart served Schovnovitch a cup of coffee.

This is a good thing, at least it is still very rare among polar bears.

After all, if you can’t even eat, who will care about this?

And this cup of coffee was naturally created by Lockhart's magic after he came to Schovnovich's house.

After such a long exchange, Lockhart would not fail to understand the profound meaning in the eyes of the old man in front of him.

This old man has seen the existence of wizards before, or one of his relatives and friends may be a wizard.

Only in this way can it be explained clearly why Schovnovich was not surprised when he saw that he was dressed differently.

However, there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

And this was enough to arouse Lockhart's curiosity.

He now urgently needs to open up a situation in this chaotic country.

Then, it is somewhat important to him to be someone who knows something about the magical world of polar bears.

"Yes, if it was Stalingrad you were looking for, you should have come earlier."

“But if you’re looking for Volgograd, luckily, this is it.”

Schovnovich took a sip of coffee.

There seemed to be a strange light shining in his eyes.

He just looked at Lockhart with a complicated look in his eyes.

Xiaovnovich naturally knows that there are many places in this world that are different from the ordinary world.

Just like the person in front of me.

That robe looked familiar to him, but yet unfamiliar to him.

It made Schovnovich think of many, many things.

Those are his memories from the past.

This was not the first time he had seen such robes.

And this time, it is destined not to be the last time.

"It seems that my luck is still very good, but I didn't expect why such a powerful country would suddenly disappear."

Lockhart took out his wand. When he took out the coffee, he did not let Schovnovich see his wand.

But now, he plans to continue testing.

It was exactly what Lockhart expected when he took out his wand.

Schovnovich's hand paused and he almost spilled the coffee.

Seeing this reaction, Lockhart put his wand back thoughtfully.

"Who knows, there are all kinds of factors, but it seems to me that those people have betrayed what they believed in."

"If they hadn't betrayed the faith in their hearts, how could such a powerful country like ours be where it is today."

Schovnovich was even more excited than Lockhart had imagined.

He roared out these words in a low voice, and then coughed one after another.

His health was not very good, which Schovnovich had already expected.

After all, he was also a warrior when he was young.

In this country's most difficult time, stand up.

He sacrificed his youth for this country and suffered from all kinds of diseases.

But this is actually a lot better.

Because many of his comrades died in the war to protect the country decades ago.

They went to the battlefield together, but he was the only one who survived.

Even one of his legs was lost due to that war.

Schovnovich knew that he would only be a cripple for the rest of his life, and then he would end up limping alone.

Although his faith has not been abandoned, his country is no longer there.

That great country that dared to be the first in the world is gone.

Thinking of this, Xiaovnovich suddenly felt that the cup of coffee in front of him was really bitter.

The liquid without any sweetness was like the blood in his heart.

It was obviously still hot, but he felt cold.

"Friend, do you have any wine? Strong wine, wine that can hit my throat."

Schovnovich looked at Lockhart with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Lockhart looked into Schovnovich's eyes and froze on the spot.

"Yes, enough liquor."

After Lockhart came to his senses, he said firmly.

Before coming here, Lothar asked him to pack some spirits, which were the spirits produced by the polar bears themselves.

These are things he has prepared long ago.

At that moment, Lockhart was in front of Schovnovich.

From a small pocket, he took out bottles of wine.

These are spirits, or Polar Bear’s own vodka.

Schovnovich was not curious about Lockhart's actions, as if he knew these things.

But when he saw the vodka Lockhart took out, his face froze.

Then, he picked up a bottle.

Open the lid and smell the familiar smell.

He just choked it down, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Cough...cough...cough"

"Good wine, strong enough."

Schovnovich drank the strong wine and felt the heat spreading into his body.

This feeling made him go back to a long time ago.

At that time, he followed a large group of people and drank their favorite vodka.

As a man who grew up in the cold winter, spirits gave them not only warmth, but also hope for life and the future.

After taking another sip, Schovnovich put down the bottle.

Looking at Lockhart seriously, the serious expression made Lockhart unconsciously become serious.

"I remember that you guys all seem to call yourself wizards."

Schovnovich slowly spoke out a few words.

Although the words were simple, they made Lockhart's spirit tremble.

He mentioned wizards, which proved that the old man in front of him knew something about their world.

Although the Ministry of Magic's order does not allow any Muggles who are not wizards to know the existence of the wizarding world.

Otherwise, his memory will be erased and he will be imprisoned in Akaban.

But this is the polar bear, the country that once defied the world.

What their wizards pursue is the glory of equality, a paradise where everyone is unified.

It seemed to Lockhart that Muggles who knew about the existence of those wizards were perfectly normal.

Because this land cannot be judged by common sense.

Otherwise, how could this country be so fascinating?

Of course, Lockhart also knew that it could only be the past.

It's all over now, that country is gone, otherwise he wouldn't dare to come to this land and look for wizards who still have faith.

"Yes, I am a wizard from England."

Lockhart answered very sincerely, and not just because the old man knew something about the magical world of polar bears.

More importantly, Lockhart felt that the old man still had not lost his faith.

He is still fighting, launching his own counterattack against this fate.

His own elegy.