The Bard at Hogwarts

Chapter 426 Extra - Lina

In the mysterious and magnificent world of Middle-earth.

The Shire is like a secluded paradise, lying quietly on the vast green wilderness.

The summer sun shines gently. The golden light and the green fields interweave into a refreshing picture.

The air is filled with the fragrance of fresh flowers and plants. In the distance are rolling hills covered with lush trees, as if they are the most exquisite green carpet of nature.

The stream flows by, clear to the bottom, and the sound of water and birds interweave into a melodious pastoral poem.

The villages of the Shire are scattered in the fields in an orderly manner, and each cottage looks so warm and simple. The smoke from cooking rises, contrasting with the blue sky and white clouds, showing a quiet and harmonious atmosphere of life.

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky golden red, and the whole Shire was shrouded in a dreamy light.

After finishing a day's work, the Hobbits walked out of their homes and gathered in the village square as usual, enjoying this rare leisure time.

Young children chased and played on the grass, and laughter filled the whole space. The adults sat together, sharing each other's stories and laughter.

But the topic of today's chat is the long-forgotten Bag End, Bilbo Baggins, the legendary Hobbit residence.

"The lights are on again, even the lights next door."

"Thirty years..."

The older Hobbits recalled the past, while the younger people listened quietly. For them, listening to the stories told by the elders is one of the few good opportunities to increase their knowledge.

After all, many Hobbits have never left the Shire in their lives.

...

Opposite Bag End.

A wooden two-story building.

This is the wooden house that Ino built for Aunt Julia.

Although no one has lived here for many years, if you are lucky enough to enter the room, you will find that everything inside is brand new.

In the wooden house.

A tall woman sat quietly on a high-backed chair made of oak.

With beautiful facial features and snow-white skin, if it weren't for the lively eyes, it would be easy to mistake the person sitting here for a beautiful doll.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The quiet room formed a sharp contrast with the lively square outside.

After a while.

"Hey..." A sigh with an inaudible tone sounded in the room.

As the voice fell, a silver-white light flashed, and the halo fell on the mirror-like wooden table in the room.

On the table, the unopened letters turned into white snowflakes as the halo fell.

Lina looked at the snowflakes scattered in the air silently.

These letters were left by her over the years, but none of them were opened.

The letters were not read, perhaps because of the speed of time, or for other reasons.

But as the restraint disappeared, Lina actually had the answer in her heart.

Especially after the old hobbit opposite came back, he often disappeared and suddenly appeared, which made her more sure of the answer in her heart.

...

In the room.

Through the window lattice, Lina saw the old figure opposite.

Compared with the oldness before, she clearly felt the potential vitality in the other person's body, which seemed to be more full than before the last disappearance.

But even so, she felt a little lost.

Sitting on the chair, Lina quietly reviewed the past, and she found that she seemed to have never found a home.

Narnia is not, although she has lived there for a long time, but she is a real outsider.

Now, this world called Middle-earth is also not a home...

Gradually, a six-foot-wide, frozen path emerged in my mind.

Although there is a constraint in the depths of the soul, the path can't be shaken off.

Escape from Narnia, reincarnation as ice flower, and then accidentally possessed by an eight-eyed giant spider...

The past scenes are staged again like a drama on the stage.

What was once thought to be a burden seemed to be the only connection between them.

...

For a long while.

Lina stood up slowly, her tall figure looked a little abrupt in this low room.

This time, she did not use magic to leave as before, but walked straight to the door that had not been opened for decades.

The door was opened, and the cool breeze of the summer night and the joyful sounds on the square arrived as expected, and the dusty room seemed to be injected with vitality.

But beauty seems to be short-lived.

After a moment, as the door closed again, silence became the only theme in the room.

Even the snowflakes that the letters on the table just turned into had already fallen steadily to the ground and melted visibly with the naked eye...

...

Walked out of the wooden house.

Lina did not take a second look at everything around her, but walked towards the apple orchard that she had cultivated before.

Time flies, and the apple trees that were once only as thick as arms have now grown thick and green.

Looking at the orchard that she cultivated with her own hands, Lina's face showed a little more smile.

Perhaps, in this world, this is the only place that has a connection with her.

Since there is a connection, then it must be taken away.

Thinking of this, a faint blue light emanated from Lina's body, and this light slowly spread as if it had life.

Soon, as the light spread like ripples and completely enveloped the one-acre apple forest, these green trees suddenly became a little unreal.

A moment, or less.

The entire orchard seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand with an eraser.

But this was not the end. As the apple trees disappeared, the Shire's specialty - tobacco leaves growing gratifyingly - grew on the bare ground.

"The things that belong to you are now returned to you..."

Standing in the orchard, Lina turned her eyes to the old hobbit's residence.

At night, Bag End in the distance looks very cozy.

The orchard where she was located seemed a bit lonely.

…

moment.

Lina withdrew her gaze and looked towards the boundless night sky, seemingly communicating something.

Suddenly, the weak blue light around his body suddenly became intense and dazzling, turning into a three-foot diameter beam of light, the end of which disappeared into the vast night sky.

The amazing thing is that despite such an eye-catching scene, the hobbits in the square in the distance turned a blind eye, as if nothing had changed. They were still toasting glasses, changing glasses, chatting and laughing with each other.

…

"Bye now!"

In the light pillar, Lina's figure slowly floated up.

The previous constraints disappeared, and the only apple forest that belonged to her here was also put away, and it was time to leave.

As a legendary witch, Lina has the ability to leave after the restraint is lifted, just like she ran from the world of Charn to the world of Narnia.

The reason why I didn't leave was just to wait for a farewell.

But those unopened letters seem to be an answer.

Lina didn't think the other party didn't notice this. After all, after the old hobbit came back, she always lit the oil lamp in the wooden house.

Since we can't wait to say goodbye, there is no goodbye.

…

Night sky.

Lina's figure flew higher and higher, and she seemed to have seen the other end of the light beam.

On the snowy land, stood a girl wearing a blue dress.

In front of the girl, a majestic castle suddenly rose up on the originally empty ground. The castle made of ice and snow shone with crystal light.

Seeing this, Lina suddenly smiled.

Although she can travel between different worlds, she cannot accurately locate her location.

As for the world of ice and snow on the opposite side, it was obvious that someone had deliberately created it.

Just as she was about to leave, a blue camellia appeared in front of her again.

Flowers like works of art go from blooming to withering in just a moment.

But the emergence of this moment made the smile on Lina's face even stronger.

…

Farewell seems to be presented in another way.

As the ice flowers withered, Lina's figure disappeared into the night sky of Middle-earth.

In the square of Shire, the sound of mirth was still there, as if everything was a dream.

No one knew anyone was coming here tonight, and no one knew anyone was leaving.

Only the oil lamp that had been bright in the dusty wooden house suddenly went out.

Maybe tomorrow, this will become a topic for hobbit tea and dinner, as another interesting story to tell others.