Chapitre 114: 112
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Time is fleeting. Close your eyes and then open them again, and you won't recognize your surroundings. If you miss the right moment, then you will always be left behind, behind the ship that carries our lives forward in the river of times. And its waters are quite cruel, they will spin you and drag you into the abyss, to the very bottom, chaining you forever.
Why such thoughts, you ask. The answer is banal and simple, although not rosy. Somehow, unnoticed by myself (for the umpteenth time...), I went so deeply into developing myself and learning something new that I only had to stop for a moment, realize, and I realized that I had almost two months of study behind me and the moment of cancer is near. Although this is not what prompted me to these thoughts.
Even at the beginning of my journey as a magician, I read one of the works where the theory was given that the most fruitful time of development is from twelve to thirty years. Why? It's not entirely clear, but the statistics say just that.
What am I getting at? And look around, take a closer look. Do you see? No? Well, now I will explain to you.
If the theory is correct, and the statistics do not lie, believe me, then it is logical to assume that this time is worth spending on your own development, because it will pay off many times over in the future. But what are the young "wizards" doing at this school? They simply burn through one third (a little more) of this time.
Why? Are you afraid of losing the time of your youth? Very funny, just remember Poppy, Sprout or Grandma Neva. They are adults? Yes, more than that. Each of them is at least forty years old. Are they old? No, each of them looks much more beautiful than the "beauties of the school." Maybe they feel old? No, each of them is busy with her favorite thing (well, the teacher is in question...). Yes, and in communication they are accepted.
You might say that they are just that kind of people. This is also true. But magicians live long, very long. Even the weakest can live almost twice as long as an ordinary person (also recently subtracted) and this is provided that they do nothing to extend this period. So why? Why ruin your future with these actions?
No, it's "logical" to play spit stones, catch-up, strands, discuss everyone every day, instead of spending at least twenty minutes a day on your development. Even this may be enough to live much longer and preserve your youth. After all, mana responds to the "wishes" of its owner, and through it one can indirectly influence prana.
Still, I don't understand people. Do hormones and emotions really affect them that much? Or are they the results of social interaction? Like, "he doesn't do it, so why should I?" Or he's so good at it and I'm not. I won't do this."
What is all this about? Oh, it's just that, as I said earlier, there will be a canon attack soon (although I'm still not sure what to do about it) and looking at all these "wizards" it becomes clear why they were such a herd in the book...
Eh, how stupid and impractical this is. Oh well, that's their business.
- Hey, Kol! Hey! Come to your senses! — Nev's sharp cry brought me out of my thoughts. Looking at him, I was faced with the slightly indignant look of my friend. - Again you are flying in an unknown place. He himself gathered us here," he muttered under his breath, sitting down in his place.
"Sorry, I was actually too deeply immersed in my thoughts," I smiled guiltily and looked at everyone gathered here. Neville, Luna, Astoria and... Daphne. Yes, in some way unknown to me (now sitting at this table and brazenly grinning) she ended up here, among us.
- Yes, we are already used to it. Right, Luna? — Astoria asked, slightly hugging her friend, looking at me mischievously. - Great people have great thoughts. What can we say about the Seeds - well, here we go again. Yes, I heard my nickname from her more times than from the whole school. Annoys.
— The brainsnatchers say that you are very dissatisfied with something. Your thoughts make them fall into melancholy and sadness," Luna said distantly while continuing to write something on paper. - What's happened? - Stopping writing and looking into my eyes, she asked me excitedly.
Looking around at everyone gathered, I realized that each of them wanted to know the answer. Even the silent Daphne (it would be more appropriate here: especially her). With a barely audible sigh and a wave of his wand (for show. I learned to create these spells myself a long time ago), cutting us off from the outside world, fortunately we were in the far part of the library and Madame Pince would not raise a fuss.
"You see," choosing glory to explain everything as clearly as possible, I began to express my thoughts. "Just recently, in this book," I picked it up from the table and shook the Talmud for clarity. "I read one very interesting fact, known to every aristocratic family," after hearing the cherished words, they all began to look much more interested. - This fact says: "Thanks to research, we were able to find out that the best time for the development of a magical gift is from twelve (stabilization time) to thirty years." I'm sure your parents told you about this, right? — scattered nods were my answer. Great. "Then look around and tell me what you see," I spread my hand as far as the situation allowed.
- Um... Library? ! - Nev began hesitantly, and Astoria echoed him. However, Luna and Daphne seemed to understand what I was getting at. Amazing.
- Oh, you are geniuses. "How come I didn't notice that we were in the library," I said, just like Snape. From this address they somehow blushed at once. It's funny. - No, that's not what I'm talking about. And apparently Daphne understood what I was getting at, right? — I turned my attention to her, like these two. The moon went to "fly" somewhere beyond the limits of our perception and the world. Everything as usual.
"If I understand you correctly," she began under the gaze of this couple. "You're insisting that at the moment we are in the library, some of the ravens and a few badgers, right?" - nod. - Therefore, your question is: Why do magicians miss precious time for development?
"Bravo," for clarity, I even clapped my hands lightly, which made Daphne slightly roll her eyes. We smile and wave, it annoys people. - You're absolutely right. That's exactly what I wanted to say. Why? Even you aristocrats are missing out on this time of development.
- You're wrong here. All aristocrats study at home. That's why…
- Therefore, it's worth neglecting development for a year, and studying for only two or three months, right? After all, that's exactly what you wanted to say," I said, interrupting her, thereby not allowing her to finish. - Are you serious? How many hours a day do you spend in the summer practicing magic? Three? Two? Or one? It's enough? - She fell silent, lowering her head slightly so that her hair hid her face. - Or you are Astoria and Luna. How much time do you spend per day practicing? I don't take Neville into account, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't be sitting here now, but would be in the greenhouse, fiddling with the plants," I waved my hand in his direction. Everything I said is the absolute truth. Still, he has one of the largest reserves on our stream, he is second only to me and Potter, but he is generally an incomprehensible anomaly that I cannot understand.
They fell silent. And I understand them, there is nothing to answer to this. Each magician boasts of his peculiarity, his gift, but what do they do to realize it? Do they play cards? Four hours a day just sitting and chatting? A lot, you can't say anything.
"We understand what you're getting at," Daphne began confidently, raising her head. - And I agree with you, but tell me. How are you different from us? After all, now you are sitting and talking to us, instead of doing magic.
- Ha, what makes you think that I don't do it? — I said, feigning a grin. And at that very moment my bag soared behind me, slowly turning around its axis. "I did not cancel these spells and maintained them all the time while we were here."
Their surprised faces were my answer. Well, doesn't he tell them that right at this very moment I am "fettering" myself with the help of telekinesis? No, it's a good workout, an attempt to shackle the whole body. Yes, and small things, like branches, I also levitate literally a millimeter above the ground, unnoticed by others. Not enough, would you say? So for telekinesis there is no difference in height; the very fact of its use is important.
Why did I tell them all this? Well, I'm thinking of gathering worthy and strong individuals around me. No, don't think these are not Dogs or Phoenixes. No, it's just that if I have to have friends and acquaintances, why not create them myself? Moreover, from clay called Neville, I slowly sculpt what I like and he, of course, likes. I'm not some kind of monster, breaking other people's minds. However, like any master with his student.
I like everyone here in one way or another, so why not try? Of course, they are aristocrats and they have authorities in the person of their parents or the older generation, but I won't lose anything by trying. Hmmm, the teacher has a bad influence on me. (At this moment, one person sitting in the office and filling out documents sneezed loudly. And since she, in principle, cannot be sick, it means someone remembers her. And why did one small raven come to her mind?)
- And what are you driving at? What you want? — Astoria asked me point-blank, with a slight challenge in her voice, throwing away all joy.
"Nothing," I shrugged. - Just think. How long does a weak magician live? Two hundred years? Two hundred and fifty? What about the average? What about strong?
"But not many live to that age," Nev objected. "Some of them leave our world much earlier than this," he seems to be hinting at his parents.
- Well, anyone could attack me at any moment. A dragon or a wyvern, or maybe a basilisk. Or the stone will fall. Or maybe something else. We will all die sooner or later. But listen," I continued, becoming more serious for a moment. "If these people didn't have fun at school and after it, but on the contrary, they studied and developed." Not all the time, but let's say an hour or two a day. Would they die at thirty? Or could you live more often? Think about it, Nev," without realizing it, I directed some of the mana into my eyes, which is why they began to burn with a gray flame that gave off a blue color. And I also put pressure on everyone present here with my emotions. - So what's your answer, Nev? Or yours, Astoria?
The children fell silent, impressed by my speech (ha ha). Well, let them think it's useful for them.
The moment of concentration and the spell that had hidden us dissipated. There is no need for them to see and remind them once again that I can use more than one charm at the same time. Apprentices can do this, so even if they see it and it reaches the adults, I won't lose anything. Hmmm, paranoia.
"I guess I'll leave you with this," I said, getting up from the table. A wave of my wand and all my supplies flew into the landing bag. Another reminder. "I still have "unnecessary" training according to the plan," I said mockingly. "See you for dinner," then I looked at Daphne. - At least with some of you.
Having finished speaking, I headed out. Walking past one of the rows of books, I found Potter, Parvati and Seamus. The first one is clear. The second is one of the smartest on the stream. The third is an ardent Gryffindor.
Another "Golden Trio"? I wonder how these Potter "helpers" will end up.
Oh well, it's none of my business. I'll remember this though.
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