Chapter 249: The Origin of Names
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Chapter 249: The Origin of Names
In the old district of London, within the city cemetery, the evening sun stubbornly clung to the horizon, refusing to descend.
Felix Harp, draped in a dark overcoat, stood before a tombstone.
"Locke," Felix murmured, "You must be quite curious about what happened today. Only in front of you can I truly open up..."
"I did a good deed, saved a pair of war heroes; but it seems I also did something not so good. I meticulously schemed, thinking I could manipulate hearts, but the results went against my expectations."
"I understand what Dumbledore meant, it's all about the influence of negative and positive emotions on magic, and he said it so cryptically..." Felix shrugged.
"In my younger years, I advanced in Dark Magic fueled by negative emotions. Even though I later abandoned it, I found it never truly left me."
"Seeing Neville, I couldn't help but envy him."
"He has parents to accompany him, classmates who care for him. Even though his talent isn't outstanding, he has friendly peers to help and encourage him. When bullied by students from other houses, there are those who stand up for him."
Felix spoke softly, "I know I should be happy, as I played a hand in this, but, Locke, I feel lonely."
"Why wasn't I this lucky back in the day?"
His overcoat swirled without wind, the deep black magic naturally emanating from him, fanged and clawed, yet bound within a certain range.
Despite Felix's self-proclaimed composure and reason, he couldn't escape the impact.
Among those he knew, only Snape understood him best. Snape once asked him, "Has someone truly entered your heart?" He had deflected the topic at the time.
The answer, of course, was no.
The sky gradually darkened, people occasionally passed through the cemetery. They would lay down bouquets, stay silent for a few minutes, and then quietly depart, until—
"Felix? Felix Harp?" A stranger's voice came from behind him.
Felix turned around in surprise. He wasn't surprised to see a young couple, but rather that they knew his name.
They were clearly ordinary people.
Felix scrutinized the man who had spoken for a moment and tentatively said, "Jim?"
The man smiled, "Impressive that you remember me. I left the orphanage when you were only nine, right?"
"My memory has always been good," Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"
Jim explained, "Black hair, standing by Evelyn's tombstone, the age matches. I guessed and it turned out right." He introduced the woman beside him, "This is my wife, Rebecca."
He happened to have a wealth of experiences, no risk of exposing himself.
Jim asked a question, "Headmaster, why do you always call him 'Lucky Felix'?"
The old Headmaster grinned widely, "Ah, when we found him as a baby, he was in a large water tank, three feet deep. He wasn't drowned, but instead, he swam joyfully. Isn't that lucky?"
'Felix' in English does indeed carry the meaning of luck.
"And what about my last name?" Felix couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm, let me think..." The old Headmaster pondered, "You were different from the other children. You would call out when hungry or thirsty, but you wouldn't when there was nothing wrong. Also, when other kids soiled their pants, you were always eager to alert someone..."
Felix's face darkened. Wasn't it because the smell was overpowering and he couldn't stand it? He quickly called someone over to deal with it.
"...So, the caregivers at that time started calling you 'helper,' as in someone who offers help." The old Headmaster laughed.
Felix was hearing for the first time that his name had come about this way. Indeed, back then, some people called him 'helper,' but the pronunciation of 'helper' and his surname were quite different.
"Transliteration, you know. Can't be too straightforward, might make me seem unrefined..." The old Headmaster defended himself, though he later admitted when he was tipsy that he never had much education.
Jim summarized, "So, the meaning of Felix's name is 'lucky helper'? And mine, mine?"
"You?" The old Headmaster shot him a glance, "You didn't stand out at the time, so we just picked one casually."
Jim pouted, looking hurt, and sought refuge in Rebecca's embrace, prompting her to push him away repeatedly.
The old Headmaster treated them to a meal and promptly sent them on their way.
"It's good that you came to see me. Now off you go, tend to your own business!"
Leaving the old Headmaster's place, Felix bid Jim farewell and walked into a dim alley, his figure fading away.
As he returned to his office, he saw a figure standing at the door. He suddenly remembered he forgot to cancel today's magical writing tutoring. "Professor Harp!" Hermione greeted enthusiastically.
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Chapter 249: The Origin of Names
In the old district of London, within the city cemetery, the evening sun stubbornly clung to the horizon, refusing to descend.
Felix Harp, draped in a dark overcoat, stood before a tombstone.
"Locke," Felix murmured, "You must be quite curious about what happened today. Only in front of you can I truly open up..."
"I did a good deed, saved a pair of war heroes; but it seems I also did something not so good. I meticulously schemed, thinking I could manipulate hearts, but the results went against my expectations."
"I understand what Dumbledore meant, it's all about the influence of negative and positive emotions on magic, and he said it so cryptically..." Felix shrugged.
"In my younger years, I advanced in Dark Magic fueled by negative emotions. Even though I later abandoned it, I found it never truly left me."
"Seeing Neville, I couldn't help but envy him."
"He has parents to accompany him, classmates who care for him. Even though his talent isn't outstanding, he has friendly peers to help and encourage him. When bullied by students from other houses, there are those who stand up for him."
Felix spoke softly, "I know I should be happy, as I played a hand in this, but, Locke, I feel lonely."
"Why wasn't I this lucky back in the day?"
His overcoat swirled without wind, the deep black magic naturally emanating from him, fanged and clawed, yet bound within a certain range.
Despite Felix's self-proclaimed composure and reason, he couldn't escape the impact.
Among those he knew, only Snape understood him best. Snape once asked him, "Has someone truly entered your heart?" He had deflected the topic at the time.
The answer, of course, was no.
The sky gradually darkened, people occasionally passed through the cemetery. They would lay down bouquets, stay silent for a few minutes, and then quietly depart, until—
"Felix? Felix Harp?" A stranger's voice came from behind him.
Felix turned around in surprise. He wasn't surprised to see a young couple, but rather that they knew his name.
They were clearly ordinary people.
Felix scrutinized the man who had spoken for a moment and tentatively said, "Jim?"
The man smiled, "Impressive that you remember me. I left the orphanage when you were only nine, right?"
"My memory has always been good," Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"
Jim explained, "Black hair, standing by Evelyn's tombstone, the age matches. I guessed and it turned out right." He introduced the woman beside him, "This is my wife, Rebecca."
He happened to have a wealth of experiences, no risk of exposing himself.
Jim asked a question, "Headmaster, why do you always call him 'Lucky Felix'?"
The old Headmaster grinned widely, "Ah, when we found him as a baby, he was in a large water tank, three feet deep. He wasn't drowned, but instead, he swam joyfully. Isn't that lucky?"
'Felix' in English does indeed carry the meaning of luck.
"And what about my last name?" Felix couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm, let me think..." The old Headmaster pondered, "You were different from the other children. You would call out when hungry or thirsty, but you wouldn't when there was nothing wrong. Also, when other kids soiled their pants, you were always eager to alert someone..."
Felix's face darkened. Wasn't it because the smell was overpowering and he couldn't stand it? He quickly called someone over to deal with it.
"...So, the caregivers at that time started calling you 'helper,' as in someone who offers help." The old Headmaster laughed.
Felix was hearing for the first time that his name had come about this way. Indeed, back then, some people called him 'helper,' but the pronunciation of 'helper' and his surname were quite different.
"Transliteration, you know. Can't be too straightforward, might make me seem unrefined..." The old Headmaster defended himself, though he later admitted when he was tipsy that he never had much education.
Jim summarized, "So, the meaning of Felix's name is 'lucky helper'? And mine, mine?"
"You?" The old Headmaster shot him a glance, "You didn't stand out at the time, so we just picked one casually."
Jim pouted, looking hurt, and sought refuge in Rebecca's embrace, prompting her to push him away repeatedly.
The old Headmaster treated them to a meal and promptly sent them on their way.
"It's good that you came to see me. Now off you go, tend to your own business!"
Leaving the old Headmaster's place, Felix bid Jim farewell and walked into a dim alley, his figure fading away.
As he returned to his office, he saw a figure standing at the door. He suddenly remembered he forgot to cancel today's magical writing tutoring. "Professor Harp!" Hermione greeted enthusiastically.
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Chapter 249: The Origin of NamesIn the old district of London, within the city cemetery, the evening sun stubbornly clung to the horizon, refusing to descend.Felix Harp, draped in a dark overcoat, stood before a tombstone."Locke," Felix murmured, "You must be quite curious about what happened today. Only in front of you can I truly open up...""I did a good deed, saved a pair of war heroes; but it seems I also did something not so good. I meticulously schemed, thinking I could manipulate hearts, but the results went against my expectations.""I understand what Dumbledore meant, it's all about the influence of negative and positive emotions on magic, and he said it so cryptically..." Felix shrugged."In my younger years, I advanced in Dark Magic fueled by negative emotions. Even though I later abandoned it, I found it never truly left me.""Seeing Neville, I couldn't help but envy him.""He has parents to accompany him, classmates who care for him. Even though his talent isn't outstanding, he has friendly peers to help and encourage him. When bullied by students from other houses, there are those who stand up for him."Felix spoke softly, "I know I should be happy, as I played a hand in this, but, Locke, I feel lonely.""Why wasn't I this lucky back in the day?"His overcoat swirled without wind, the deep black magic naturally emanating from him, fanged and clawed, yet bound within a certain range.Despite Felix's self-proclaimed composure and reason, he couldn't escape the impact.Among those he knew, only Snape understood him best. Snape once asked him, "Has someone truly entered your heart?" He had deflected the topic at the time.The answer, of course, was no.The sky gradually darkened, people occasionally passed through the cemetery. They would lay down bouquets, stay silent for a few minutes, and then quietly depart, until"Felix? Felix Harp?" A stranger's voice came from behind him.Felix turned around in surprise. He wasn't surprised to see a young couple, but rather that they knew his name.They were clearly ordinary people.Felix scrutinized the man who had spoken for a moment and tentatively said, "Jim?"The man smiled, "Impressive that you remember me. I left the orphanage when you were only nine, right?""My memory has always been good," Felix shrugged, "How did you recognize me?"Jim explained, "Black hair, standing by Evelyn's tombstone, the age matches. I guessed and it turned out right." He introduced the woman beside him, "This is my wife, Rebecca."He happened to have a wealth of experiences, no risk of exposing himself.Jim asked a question, "Headmaster, why do you always call him 'Lucky Felix'?"The old Headmaster grinned widely, "Ah, when we found him as a baby, he was in a large water tank, three feet deep. He wasn't drowned, but instead, he swam joyfully. Isn't that lucky?"'Felix' in English does indeed carry the meaning of luck."And what about my last name?" Felix couldn't help but ask."Hmm, let me think..." The old Headmaster pondered, "You were different from the other children. You would call out when hungry or thirsty, but you wouldn't when there was nothing wrong. Also, when other kids soiled their pants, you were always eager to alert someone..."Felix's face darkened. Wasn't it because the smell was overpowering and he couldn't stand it? He quickly called someone over to deal with it."...So, the caregivers at that time started calling you 'helper,' as in someone who offers help." The old Headmaster laughed.Felix was hearing for the first time that his name had come about this way. Indeed, back then, some people called him 'helper,' but the pronunciation of 'helper' and his surname were quite different."Transliteration, you know. Can't be too straightforward, might make me seem unrefined..." The old Headmaster defended himself, though he later admitted when he was tipsy that he never had much education.Jim summarized, "So, the meaning of Felix's name is 'lucky helper'? And mine, mine?""You?" The old Headmaster shot him a glance, "You didn't stand out at the time, so we just picked one casually."Jim pouted, looking hurt, and sought refuge in Rebecca's embrace, prompting her to push him away repeatedly.The old Headmaster treated them to a meal and promptly sent them on their way."It's good that you came to see me. Now off you go, tend to your own business!"Leaving the old Headmaster's place, Felix bid Jim farewell and walked into a dim alley, his figure fading away.As he returned to his office, he saw a figure standing at the door. He suddenly remembered he forgot to cancel today's magical writing tutoring. "Professor Harp!" Hermione greeted enthusiastically.Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
