Chapter 197 Belonging

The cellar went quiet.

The dementors that were blocked outside the entrance, however, were getting more and more agitated.

Unlike the other Dementors, the leader of the Dementors, who is the tallest and has the most aged cloak, has his eyes fixed on Jon, who is looking blankly at the increasingly dull green chains.

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

Nick's voice slowly became calm as he stared at the boy in front of him who still maintained a calm outward appearance and asked.

Jon looked a bit at a loss for words at his seemingly easy-to-answer question.

He opened his mouth to answer a replay that seemed like it would simply come out of his mouth, but there was no way to spit it out in one single breath.

"I- I'm part of Hogwarts, right?"

"Everyone is a part of Hogwarts, and so am I, so are Fred, George, Neville and the others, and so are the other professors, including Dumbledore himself."

Nick said in a bitter voice.

"But they each play a different role in an organization like ours, some are the hope for the future, others are the pillars of the present, and a few are the leaders. What about you, Jon, what position have you felt you have been in this school all along?"

Jon gave little thought to the question as he said softly.

"I'm no different from Neville and the others, we're no different."

"So what are you doing now? If you're no different why are you on this island? If there's no difference, why aren't you on the ship waiting for the others to return? Counting the years since I died, I don't know how many people I've met in this world, we haven't known each other long, Jon, but there's something wrong with you that I actually found out at the beginning."

A chilly aura had begun to permeate the cellar, and Nick's voice echoed through it.

"You haven't been able to position yourself clearly! You are no different from Neville and the others in terms of identity, both of you are Hogwarts students, but if you are really no different, then why did Dumbledore ask you to lead the ship on this journey?"

"You are always trying to help others in the school with what you can, even always taking the most dangerous tasks on yourself, isn't that why you are here?"

Jon took a deep breath.

"Professors, since they can lay down their lives to protect us, if I think I can do this with my ability, of course, I will shoulder it. I was taught from childhood that I can't just get what others give for nothing, and since they can protect me, then I can likewise protect others."

"But they are professors, it is their duty as professors to protect their students, and what are you, Jon?" Nick looked at him, "You said yourself that you're no different from the others, so why are you trying to do what only professors are supposed to do?"

"Because I have the ability to do it, and if I can go do it, then why wouldn't I do it?"

"Those who have the ability can contribute more, but while taking on more responsibilities, you should likewise recognize your own identity.

If you are in a normal Hogwarts, with Dumbledore, with other professors in the situation, you are indeed no different from Neville and them, a student to be protected, but in the present, others are being protected by you, you are the leader!

Why didn't those students want to leave, didn't they know how dangerous it would be to stay on this island for a longer duration? It is because they know, that no one on this ship can count on themselves, they no longer need your ability, but you yourself!

You keep trying to help them as much as you can, and it feels like you're just taking pity on them, trying to reach out to help a group of people who have nothing to do with you. You try to be nice to the whole of Hogwarts just because the professors are nice to you, and you want to return the favour. I'm not saying it's wrong, but has it ever occurred to you that being on board, or having you around them, is actually the biggest help to them?"

Nick concluded with a loud question

"Belonging! Jon, after all, you've done, why do you still have no sense of belonging to Hogwarts?"

His question left Jon dumbstruck.

Because only today, when Nick said it, Jon seemed to understand what exactly he was lacking.

From the time he came to this world, he was like a casual spectator, even if he is in Hogwarts as one of them, he always subconsciously thought that this is not where he belongs.

He is a transmigrator, every time he sees a person who he had read about in the book, the feeling is always novel.

He pitied what happened to these people today, lamented how originally they should have lived a comfortable and happy life, and every emotion he felt was actually from a bystander's point of view, like a story emotionally moving your heart.

All these emotions are of course positive, but they don't really belong to him, because he never puts himself into them.

It was as if he had seen from one book to another, what began as a fairy tale was later a bloody reality, so he imposed compassion and wanted to help these people in any way he could.

But such help is like a passer-by travelling to a certain place, pulling out a phone when an accident is seen on the road, he knows he will not stay, and in the end, he still has to go to his original destination.

But he to the world, or Hogwarts is he really just a passer-by?

When thinking about this issue, Jon's face showed thoughtfulness, but his hand subconsciously gripped the chestnut wand.

Suddenly, a sound like something breaking sounded.

"Ka-chow!"

At the entrance, those green chains, which had dulled to the extreme, finally had no way to continue to maintain!

The icy cold of death and despair, like the cold wind at the mouth of the valley, surged out, and the jailers, who had long been impatient, rushed into the cellar from the entrance, squeezing, completely blocking off the exit where they could escape!

Nick's face became anxious, he himself is a dead man, the dementors of course could not affect him a bit, but Jon is different.

However, Jon's hand holding the wand did not move, he acted as if he was surprised by Nick's question until the leader at the forefront of those dementors with great anger and pleasure had come to him, he finally reacted and waved his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The incantation sounded exactly the same as usual, and the always-standard-as-usual spell-casting action didn't change a bit.

But this Patronus charm is different from all the previous ones.

The previous mild silver light actually shone a little blindingly, the entire cellar was illuminated as if it were day!

Those chaotic filaments of light, in a never-before-seen trajectory, began to float, converge, and finally gathered together!

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