Chapter 199 197 Sense of Belonging

Chapter 199 197. Sense of belonging

The cellar was very quiet.

But the Dementors blocked outside the entrance became more and more agitated.

The leader of the Dementors, who was the tallest and had the oldest cloak, was different from the other Dementors. His eyes were fixed on Jon, who was silent behind the increasingly dim green chain.

"Who do you think you are in Hogwarts, Jon?"

Nick's voice slowly calmed down, and he stared at the boy who still maintained the appearance of an Auror in front of him and asked.

Jon was a little at a loss for this seemingly easy question.

He opened his mouth, and an answer seemed to come out of his mouth directly, but he couldn't spit out a syllable.

"I am a part of Hogwarts, right?"

"Everyone is a part of Hogwarts, me too, Fred, George, Neville and the others are also, other professors are also, including Dumbledore himself."

Nick said earnestly.

"But in an organization like ours, everyone plays a different role. Some are the hope of the future, some are the pillars of the present, and some are the only leaders. What about you, Jon, what position do you think you are in this school?"

Jon didn't think much about this question, he said softly.

"I am the same as Neville and the others, we are no different."

"Then what are you doing now? If there is no difference, why are you on this island? If there is no difference, why are you not waiting for others to come back on the ship? Counting the years of death, I don't know how many people I have seen in this world. Although we have only known each other for a short time, Jon, I actually discovered what is wrong with you at the beginning."

The cold breath has begun to penetrate into the cellar, and Nick's voice is also echoing in it.

"You have never been clear about your position! You are no different from Neville and the others in terms of identity, both of you are students of Hogwarts, but if you are really the same, why did Dumbledore let you lead the ship?"

"You always want to help others in the school to the best of your ability, and even always take the most dangerous tasks on yourself, why is that?"

Jon took a deep breath.

"Since the professors are willing to risk their lives to protect us, if I think I can do the same with my ability, then of course I will take on the responsibility. I have been taught since I was a child that you cannot get other people's efforts for nothing. Since they can protect me, then I can also protect others."

"But they are professors, and it is their duty as professors to protect students. Who are you, Jon?" Nick looked at him, "You said you are no different from others, so why do you want to do what professors should do?"

"Because I have the ability, since I can do it, why shouldn't I do it?"

"People with ability can do more, but while taking on more responsibilities, you must also recognize your own identity.

If you were in a normal Hogwarts, with Dumbledore and other professors, you would indeed be no different from Neville and the others, a student who needs to be protected. , but now, others need to be protected by you, and you are the leader!

Why are those students unwilling to leave? Don’t they know how dangerous it will be to stick to this island? Because they know that no one on this ship can do without you. What they need is no longer your ability, but you!

You always want to help them as much as you can. This feeling is like you are just pitying them and want to lend a hand to a group of people who have nothing to do with you. You try to be good to the whole Hogwarts just because the professors are good to you and you want to give back. I’m not saying this is wrong, but have you ever thought that being on the ship, or having you by their side, is actually the greatest help to them? "

Nick finally asked loudly

"Sense of belonging! Jon, you have done so much, why don’t you have a sense of belonging to Hogwarts?"

He made Jon speechless.

Because until Nick said it today, Jon seemed to suddenly understand what he was missing.

Since he came to this world, he has been like a bystander. Even if he is in Hogwarts, he always subconsciously thinks that this is not where he should be.

He is a person who has traveled through time and space. Every time he sees a name he has seen in a book, he always feels new.

He pities the current situation of these people and feels that they should have lived a comfortable and happy life. Every time he is touched, he is actually moved by a story from the perspective of a bystander.

These emotions are of course positive, but they do not really belong to him, because he has never integrated himself into them.

He is like seeing another book from one book. At first, it was a fairy tale, but later it was a bloody reality, so he showed mercy and wanted to help these people to the best of his ability.

But such help is like a passerby who draws a sword to help when he sees injustice when traveling to a certain place. He knows that he will not stay and will return to his original place in the end.

But is he really just a passerby to this world or Hogwarts?

When thinking about this question, Jon's face showed a thoughtful expression, but his hand subconsciously clenched the chestnut wand.

Suddenly, a sound like something breaking sounded.

"Crack!"

At the entrance, the green chains that had dimmed to the extreme finally had no way to maintain!

The dead silence and the coldness of despair, like the cold wind at the mouth of the valley, surged out. The jailers, who had been impatient for a long time, rushed into the cellar from the entrance, and the black pressure completely blocked any escape exit!

Nick's face became anxious. He was a dead man himself, and the Dementors certainly had no effect on him, but Jon was different.

However, Jon's hand holding the wand did not move at all, as if he was asked by Nick's question. It was not until the leader of the front of the Dementors came to him with great anger and pleasure that he finally reacted and waved the wand.

"Expecto Patronus!"

The same spell as usual sounded, and the standard casting action did not change at all.

But this Patronus spell was completely different from the previous ones.

The previously gentle silver light was actually shining brightly, illuminating the entire cellar like daylight!

The chaotic light began to float, converge, and finally condense in a trajectory that had never been seen before!