You don't even want to call me godfather

"Is it similar to the ability of hypnosis..." Koshe raised his head slightly, looking down at Shipka, whose expression had changed from shock to fear. "However, I really didn't expect that 'human resources assessment' actually refers to this aspect."

"No... How is this possible..."

The fishy light in Shipka's eyes gradually faded away, and looking at Koshe who looked fine, she couldn't help swallowing.

Koshe took a deep breath. He noticed that some tourists had started to come this way, so in order to prevent anyone from noticing, he extended a hand towards Shipka.

Shipka subconsciously took a step back, but was still caught by Koshei.

But Koshe did not do anything to hurt her. Instead, he held her in his arms, leaned down slightly, and whispered a few words in her ear in a gentle tone.

Then, he quickly left the place, ignoring Shipka whose body had completely stiffened.

Only Shipka was left standing there in a daze. When she came to her senses, the first thing she did was to look for Koshe with a slightly confused look in her eyes.

But she only managed to catch a glimpse of Koshe's back before he left.

PS: py a book

"Those Years Welding at Hogwarts"

The portal is at the end of the chapter.

Summary:

Noah Shafrin, a Kamar-Taj wizard who once shone in the final battle, traveled to the magnificent magic world of HP.

He built three magic temples in the other world and promoted the integration of magic and non-magic.

He holds numerous dazzling titles - the Third Dark Lord, the leader of the Witch Party, the Lord of Hydra, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj in the HP World...

PSS: Here is the portal.

Chapter 54: Shipka

It is said that once people start to remember things, they will feel that time passes very quickly.

I still vaguely remember that when I first started to remember things, I seemed to have an older brother.

Mom and Dad always come home very late, sometimes they don’t come back at all, and on those boring nights, my brother would always ignore what Mom and Dad said, “It’s dangerous outside” and run away from home with me.

He would carry me on his back to climb to very high places and take me to see places far away. More often, he would lift me over his shoulders so that I could see far away.

He would tell me things that I couldn't understand.

"Stars", "big house", these were the only things I remembered at that time, but I didn't understand. I felt that the place I lived in was already very big, and I had never seen the stars.

My brother said that the stars are like words in the sky, and beyond the sky are unreachable poems. In the silence and dim light, one day, every ray of starlight will break through the sky.

He said that he would live his life with the attitude of aiming for the stars, because that way, even if he slipped and fell, he would be able to land on the treetops.

But every time I looked up at the sky, all I could see were dark clouds and the city lights.

My brother told me that in the near future, he would definitely throw himself into the neon lights of the city just so that I could see the stars in the sky.

I don’t know why, but I always felt a sense of security at that moment. Every night, before Mom and Dad came home, my brother would carry me on his back while I was sleeping and return to our warm home.

When I was seven, we moved.

Unlike our previous home, our new home is located in a bustling city, full of things I have never seen before, which makes me curious.

My father often joked that every time he took me out, there was a sparkle of curiosity in my eyes.

But after we moved, I never saw my mother again.

My brother told me that mom has gone to a very far place and she will turn into a star in the sky, always watching over us.

But I still couldn't see the stars, and my brother clenched his teeth while saying these words.

At eight, I moved away and it was just me.

When my father drove me to our new home, I didn't see my brother.

My father told me that he would send me to a place with highly advanced technology, where I would definitely be able to live a better life than I do now.

But I still don’t understand. My brother wants me to live in a big house and see things I have never seen before, while my father wants to send me to a strange place, saying that I can have a better life.

But I just wanted to stay with my parents and brother. I never thought about anything else.

Why do adults always want to decide my life for me? I am already living a happy and joyful life.

Dad cried. I had never seen him cry before, let alone cry because of what I said. He didn’t even cry when Mom went to heaven. But now, he cried sadder than anyone I had ever seen.

I had no choice but to comfort my father. I told him that I must have said something wrong to make him cry. If this would make my father sad, then I would not say it again.

But my father asked me to talk more. He slowed down the car and wanted to listen to me more.

So I told my father everything my brother had said to me. I was still confused about it, but my father suddenly laughed.

"That brat..."

He said this, and he was obviously shedding tears, but I also felt like he was smiling.

My father took me to a place called Rhine Life, where an old man from the Caprini tribe was waiting for us. My father left me in the car, got out and talked with the old man for a long time before he carried me out of the car.

Before the old man took me away, my father grabbed my shoulders and told me to be obedient. If I always behaved well, he would come to see me.

Then, the old man took my hand and led me into the place called Rhine Life.

I don’t know what I’m going to face, I only know that as long as I’m obedient enough, I’ll have the chance to see my father and brother again and have the chance to return home.

At the age of nine, I changed into thin clothes, always wearing clothes like hospital gowns, and lived in a transparent glass house. I didn’t know how this place could be as good as my father said.

Every night, a big sister from the Liberian tribe would come to my room, holding a thin needle, and draw a tube of blood from my arm. Sometimes she would turn it over and inject blue liquid into my body.

"What is this, Sister Homer?"

Once, I couldn't help but ask the older sister.

"Something that will give you a good night's sleep, little Shipka."

Sister Hemer would often stroke my head and look at me with a look that I didn’t understand.

Later I realized that it was a look of heartache.

"But I sleep most of the time every day. I don't want to lie in bed all the time. It's boring. Can Sister Hemer take me out to see the world?"

In the face of my request, Sister Hemer did not respond. She just silently carried me to the bed and covered me with a quilt.

At the age of ten, I was allowed to leave the glass room, but I could only move around within this facility.

I found other kids around my age here. I was curious about them and they were curious about me, but the glass room was soundproof and I couldn't reach the button to unlock the door.

Sometimes, a few people in white coats would find me, take me to the operating room, put a breathing mask on me, and there would be a sweet gas in the tube connected to the mask.

Every time, I would fall asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, I was already back in my room, and Sister Hemer would sit by my bed and peel fruit for me.

I always thought that Sister Hemer was the only person here who was willing to talk to me and the only one who was nice to me.

At the age of eleven, I began to feel itchy eyes frequently.

But the uncles in white coats told me not to scratch my eyes, and even Sister Hemer told me to just bear with it.

Since even Sister Hemer has said so, I will just be patient. This way I should be able to become an obedient child.

When I was twelve years old, an uncle in a suit was bringing me food. I was bored and looked into his eyes, begging him to open the door for me and extend my activity time.

In the past, no one would pay attention to me when I made such a request, but this time, for some reason, he agreed.

I left the room and walked barefoot in the corridor.

Then I saw Sister Hemer. She was in another glass house, holding a book in her hand and talking to a blond Sarkaz girl.

That girl looks younger than me.

How pitiful! For some reason, this thought came to my mind.

When I turned around, I found a person standing behind me. It was the old man who brought me here.

"Little Shipka, why did you leave the room?"

The old man's expression was a little serious, and I felt scared, so I told him about the uncle who helped me open the door.

The next day, I was taken to the operating room again, but this time, the uncles around me seemed very excited, which made me feel a little scared.

When I woke up, I didn't return to the room. I just saw those uncles lying on the ground, and I was still tied to the operating table.

I waited for a long time before Sister Hemer came to the operating room and took me out.

From then on, every time I was taken out of the room, someone would put a blindfold on me, take me to a dark place, and tell me that I had to learn to control my abilities.

They would put a different animal in the glass cage in front of me each time.

First there were mice, then rabbits, birds, cats, dogs, and wolves.

Eventually, as I got used to controlling other creatures with my eyes, the subjects in the cages became humans.

At thirteen, I moved again.

A strong and silver-haired Vaifan sister led me away from the place full of glass houses.

I saw the outside world again, but it was a little different from the city I remembered.

The Vaifan sister handed me over to a beautiful aunt, with whom she chatted for a while and then left.

"My name is Yara Booker Wilson. From today on, you will live with me, little Shipka."

Aunt Yara held me in her arms and stroked my head.

Although I no longer have to have my blood drawn every day and go to the operating table frequently, I am not happy at all.

At the age of fourteen, I started working at the Tremont Museum of Scientific Research as an employee of the Human Resources Investigation Department of Rhein Life.

It’s called work, but in fact it’s just wandering around the museum every day, looking for tourists who don’t belong to Colombia, taking them to a corner and making them fall asleep.

This kind of work is very easy. Aunt Yara is very nice to me. She often cooks different meals for me. Sometimes she takes me out to play, takes me to the movies, and takes me shopping.

I should have been happy, but a question kept lingering in my mind.

Why am I here?

No one could solve this problem for me, not even Aunt Yara.

At the age of fifteen, I have become completely accustomed to this kind of life.

I had no worries about food and clothing, and was sometimes even respected by other people. Aunt Yara didn't send me to other places, but always raised me. She made me feel like a mother.

Then, one day, when the museum was closed, I was surprised to find that there seemed to be something flickering in the sky outside.

There were clusters of flickering lights. Although there were few of them, they reminded me of the stars that my brother had once described to me.

Maybe, that's the star.

The next moment, the city lights came on, completely covering up the already faint starlight.

I caught a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.

It was Dad. His picture was playing on a display outside a building, and I knew what it said.

New President of Colombia.

I silently put away the sign at the entrance of the museum, locked the door, and went back to find Aunt Yara.

I don’t know why, even though my dad has become such a powerful man, he didn’t come to pick me up.

Or has he forgotten me?

I have no idea what the answer to this question is, and for some reason I don’t even want to know the answer.

For a moment, I was a little confused.

I met him when I was sixteen.

He showed up unexpectedly and came into my life.

He just stood there, looking up.

I could only see his profile clearly, but at this moment time seemed to slow down, giving me the illusion that I was gradually disappearing.

I don't know why, but my eyes couldn't stay on him for long. I couldn't figure out what this meant. I just looked at him in confusion yet clarity until I was lost in it.