A sorceress with her hair scattered sits on a piano and plays a piece to the accompaniment of a symphony, Symphony No. 5 in C minor, the famous Symphony of Destiny.

The sound of the symphony came from behind the curtain of the small stage, and although there was a sound, it was still dark behind the curtain, and there were no human figures or musical instruments, only the symphonic music that could be heard one after another.

A tall boy stood at the front of the crowd, holding a large heavy book in his arms, listening quietly.

As Zheng Qing and the others approached, the witch pressed the keys heavily, and the powerful tune echoed through the empty living room, and the fierce and repetitive sound of battle hit the eardrums of each visitor.

Overlap of the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny.

Zheng Qing judged.

Until the music was slightly soothing, the crisp and heroic female voice also sounded:

"What do you think about the future?"

"With Braggi and Miriel listening, under the gaze of Apollo, under the witness of Merlin, you can confess your thoughts to your brothers and sisters...... Any idea is fine. ”

Bragi, Miriel, and Apollo are the gods of music in myths and legends, and Merlin is the legendary great wizard of the wizarding world, and these beings are real, so their testimony is very serious for wizards.

The three later audience members waited with bated breath for the boy's answer.

"The future is too far away, and I don't have the ability to think that far. The boy smiled a little stiffly, and then he said in a firm tone: "In the short term, I hope to enter the university and become a full-fledged student." ”

It's a clear goal.

But Colmar didn't pay attention to the boy's determination.

She simply stroked the keys and turned the Symphony of Fate to the second movement.

Compared to the first movement, the second movement of Destiny is much more soothing. Many times, Zheng Qing feels that if the first chapter of fate is the alarm clock in the morning, then the second chapter is the class at noon, which makes people half-awake in drowsiness.

The melody of the swirl echoed in everyone's ears, and the boy seemed to be a little distracted.

"Which university are you going to attend?" Colmar's voice whispered.

"Of course it's the first university!" the boy's eyes were a little glazed, but his tone was still firm.

The music is serene, elegant, and quiet at this time, so much so that it is almost silent.

The boy opened his mouth, and his tone suddenly became high-pitched and affirmative: "First University will definitely not accept a child like me as a prankster!"

Zheng Qing was keenly aware that the boy's state was a little peculiar, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao.

"Hypnosis?" he asked, silently, with his mouth open.

Xiao Xiao shook his head, and the note was quickly written a few words on the spread notebook, and then came under Zheng Qing's nose.

"Soul torture. ”

Zheng Qing frowned, looking at the words Xiao Xiao left in the notebook, and felt that it was even worse than the word he had just said. He wasn't sure if Colma's behavior was illegal, but since Xiao Xiao didn't stop him, and everyone else around him had a common expression, he wouldn't make any rude actions for his discomfort.

The music was not interrupted by Zheng Qing's distraction, and the boys' speech and intonation were also high-pitched and low with the ups and downs of the music, and soon, the piano sound gradually stopped, and only the low violin moaned behind the tent on the small stage.

In the hall, only the boy's fast and fierce roar was unusually clear:

“...... There is no other university in the wizarding world besides the first university! I can only silently squeeze into some unknown magician's club! so that I can occasionally get in touch with a little mesmerizing magic!"

Zheng Qing frowned and looked at this scene seriously.

“...... Advanced knowledge of magic will be heaven for me! I'll never be able to understand the difference between Transfiguration and Transfiguration Potion. ”

"In this kind of club, I learn a few tricks, like hat-tricks, poker tricks. And then leave in times of despair. Maybe he will go to the world of mortals, get drunk in the mundane, or wander in the world of wizards, and win the pity of a young master and young lady who passes by with a few tricks. ”

"I'm not going to get married. No witch can accept that her husband is a trickster. It's like I can't accept a mortal being my partner. ”

"I will have one or two lovers among mortals or other tricksters, and one or two illegitimate children. But they're less likely to become full-fledged wizards than I am. I'm sure I'm going to be grumpy and maybe smoke and drink. ”

"Two, three, maybe ten drunken brawls, I'll be in protective confinement from the Wizarding League in the northern district of Beta. ”

"It didn't help me much. My heart was fragile from alcoholism, my lungs were broken from smoking, and my soul fell into the abyss in mania and despair. ”

"I would have been diagnosed with lung cancer around the age of fifty...... It's a terrifying curse even for officially registered wizards. If I was even worse, my liver would have been damaged by alcohol. ”

"At the age of fifty-five, I will cut out more than half of my lungs and half of my liver. Then, because of a heart attack, a stent was fitted. ”

"My lovers are in another world, and the bastards will not come to see me after I die. ”

"Either way, I'm getting old. ”

"Every day I wander the narrow and rugged streets of the North End, play two little tricks in the corner and beg for a few copper horns, and at night after a few sips of spirits, huddle in a cheap rented cubicle. ”

"Then one winter, I will die silently in the small attic on the third floor of No. 48 Linhe Street. ”

"The owner of the attic will find my stiff body at the next rent collection. He would call two homeless men and throw me into the silent river outside the window. ”

Zheng Qing looked at the tearful boy in shock and silence, his voice changed from high-pitched, to low, and finally hoarse and choked.

The second movement is also coming to an end.

Colmar didn't keep playing. She stood up, gently hugged the crying big boy, and sighed softly: "It seems that you have a very clear vision of your future. ”

The onlookers did not applaud.

Everyone had sad and empathetic expressions—except for Zheng Qing—and everyone raised their hands and squeezed a strange trick. Xiao Xiao pulled the two companions back a few steps slightly, hiding in the shadows of the wall, leaving the rest of the world to the people of Gini Hut.

"Welcome, my brother. ”

The low voices of onlookers lingered through the empty hall.

The crying boy gradually stopped his tears and showed a look of embarrassment.

Colmar smiled slightly and kissed him on the forehead: "You did a great job...... Only by knowing one's own future can one hold fate by the throat. At this point, you see it better than many wizards. ”

"Take him in. In the latter sentence, she said it to the girl who led Zheng Qing and the three upstairs.

The girl nodded, stepped forward quietly, led the boy who had woken up, but was still a little wooden, out of the room, and then turned a corner in the foyer, walked along the narrow corridor on the right side of the foyer, and soon disappeared from Zheng Qing's sight.

Turning around, Colma had already crossed the crowd and walked towards the three guests.

"Are you the ones I assisted in this magic ritual?" her tone changed from serious just now, and became more lively: "Hey, there is an acquaintance~"