It can be said that since he was a child, Thomas never thought that he would be a special person.
He was born in an ordinary wizarding family. His father was a small sales manager at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley, and his mother was a little-known writer for a witch costume magazine.
As for himself, after graduating from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts, he has been working as a keeper at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.
Over the years, his father had already retired from Flourish and Blott Bookstore, and he also had a wife who was as ordinary as he was, and a pair of more or less cute children.
Therefore, in fact, he thought more than once that he would probably spend his whole life mediocre and without any achievements. Like parents, they watch their children grow up and live an ordinary life like mead mixed with water, just like their useless father.
Yes, it's like mead mixed with water. Although it's tasteless when you drink it, you can barely smell a slightly sweet aroma afterwards.
Of course, if you drink too much, you will definitely get drunk and stay in a daze until you fall asleep.
"Maybe, this is Hufflepuff?"
Thomas doesn't know whether he should blame his mediocre life on the Sorting Hat, but he does occasionally use this excuse to comfort himself... especially when he encounters something unsatisfactory in his daily life or work. .
However, when Thomas discovered that there was a Hufflepuff that was beyond his common sense, appearing again and again in every corner of his life. He knew that he might never be able to say those words again.
Yes, there are people in Hufflepuff who have achieved extraordinary things. Even if we don’t mention Maclean, there have been many famous people born in Hufflepuff in this world.
It's just him...or, it's just that many people subconsciously ignore Hufflepuffs because of their generally low-key character.
Yes, mediocrity is just the self who doesn’t know what hard work is.
So, when the moment came when Voldemort and Grindelwald both died in the vestibule of Hogwarts and the entire wizarding world returned to peace, Thomas ordered a personal correspondence course on the protection of magical biology and planned to give it another try.
I remember that when he was at Hogwarts, his grades in most subjects were average, but his talent was pretty good in this one course. If you can seriously take the exam for a senior breeder certificate, you may be able to get a better job than raising owls.
All right! He knew that most of his ambitions were just this little bit—he just gritted his teeth and reluctantly decided on it!
But who knew that things were unpredictable, and Haierbo's appearance ruined his already boring life.
One turmoil after another caused the quill shop where his wife worked as a salesperson to close down; various unknown dangers also made him have no intention of studying and working.
However, the trouble obviously doesn't stop there.
When this fog disaster unexpectedly came to London, he and his colleagues were dumbfounded while working in Diagon Alley.
At that time, there were no Aurors stationed in Diagon Alley, but the attacks from unknown dark wizards arrived first. Seeing some of his colleagues trying to escape home, when he thought about his wife and children at home, he subconsciously ran away too.
But it was obvious that it was an extremely wrong decision - during the run, his colleagues were hit by the dazzling green light one after another, and fear kept lingering in his heart.
Should we say he is lucky? Or just bad luck
Unknowingly, he found that he had become one of the few people to escape from Diagon Alley, but he was also lost because of his head-down running and the increasingly thick fog around him.
There is no doubt that there are not many wizards in the wizarding world who often go to Muggle cities for walks, and naturally he does not. For him, London is not a very familiar place.
After that, Thomas had been hiding in the streets of London, and was almost discovered several times by dark wizards who suddenly turned into madmen.
Fortunately, or maybe it was because he had so much bad luck that he couldn't even see through this world, he managed to escape quite thrillingly several times in a row.
It's a pity that he has never drank the extremely expensive elixir. His luck will run out sooner or later - well, at least that's what Thomas thinks.
"…Peace, peace and protection."
At a corner of an alley, Thomas huddled between a large flip-top trash can and a brick wall, carefully casting the only protective spell he knew how to use.
Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts have never been his strong points. In every final exam that year, his evaluation was almost always above the passing line.
But now, he has no choice but to hide here and use this protective spell to hold on.
Because he discovered that a very scary-looking mad wizard had walked into the alley ahead, and at the other end of the corner was a dead end!
Is he still going to die? Oh no, he didn't want to die at all... Although he was lucky enough to survive in hiding until now, it was already a result of overwhelming luck.
But he really didn't want to die. He still had his wife and a pair of children at home who were eagerly waiting to return. He could never leave his mother and son to die like this.
However, his worthless life seemed to no longer belong to him.
"Ta...ta...ta..."
Maybe it's because everything you look at is covered with gray fog, but the messy and dragging footsteps seem so clear. Before anyone could reach him, the chilling atmosphere had already arrived around him, as if it was freezing the air around him.
A feeling of suffocation made Thomas couldn't help but want to take a big breath, but he held it back because he was afraid of being easily noticed by the other party.
Perhaps because he had held his breath for too long, he felt a little dizzy, and the scene in the alley in front of him became increasingly difficult to see clearly.
And at this moment, a foot suddenly stepped out of the fog in front of him...and then came another leg, half of his body, and a gloomy face with a dazed expression.
The guy seemed to have phlegm stuck in his throat, making a "ho-ho" sound as he wandered towards the corner where Thomas was.
Thomas knew the other person. Two of his colleagues were killed by this guy before!
Because the second colleague tried his best to cast a crushing spell on this guy's waist before he died, so the waist and eyes of the other person are still a bloody mess, so Thomas remembers it very clearly.
However, the injury on the opponent's body not only did not make Thomas feel that there was an opportunity, but instead made him even more frightened.
Because somehow, these crazy wizards seemed to have completely lost their sense of pain and didn't care at all about the rather serious wounds.
These guys are complete lunatics.
"Don't find out... don't find out that I'm here... Don't... just walk over like this! I beg you..."
Thomas no longer knew what to do. He could only pray in his heart, although he didn't even know who to pray to.
There's no way, wizards don't believe in gods and Buddhas, do they
Maybe it was because he couldn't even find someone to pray to, so his helpless expectations didn't come true. When the mad wizard shuffled over here with all his body parts dangling, and stopped in front of him, Thomas' mind suddenly went blank.
But for some unknown reason, he raised the wand in his hand by some strange coincidence.
"Except for your... weapons."
This is the disarming spell, which I learned in school in the past. It is an extremely basic Defense Against the Dark Arts spell.
I remember that in class, when he and his classmates practiced as a team, he couldn't even complete the magic spell. Every time, his wand would be taken away instantly by others.
So when Thomas realized that he actually cast this spell as a last resort, only a flash of self-mockery flashed through his empty mind.
but…
"Stab-bang!"
An arc of red light that was so dazzling that it almost burned the eyes, popped out from the tip of his wand like lightning, and hit the chest of the mad wizard who was close at hand in the blink of an eye.
Then, Thomas saw the arc of light pushing against the opponent's body and pushing him backwards, falling far back into the mist.
When the wand in the opponent's hand rolled to his feet with a "clack", he woke up from his daze and raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.
"Hiss...it hurts!"
What just happened? Is that a disarming spell? Was it the disarming spell he cast with his own hands
What a joke!
Even though Thomas was not good at Charms at all, he had studied it at Hogwarts for seven years. He clearly remembered that disarming spells of such strength as just now had only been seen during demonstrations by professors!
Thomas looked down at his hands, at the rustic wand that had been with him for many years and was slightly bent, with his mouth half open and completely speechless.
"…what the hell."
But at this moment, there was another rustling sound in the mist in the alleyway ahead, reminding him that now was not the time to be dumbfounded.
Fortunately, because he was in the corner just now, and the crazy wizard was standing in front of him. Therefore, his disarming spell accidentally knocked the opponent away to the direction leading to death.
But now, the road the other party came from is obviously clear.
"escape!"
The surprisingly powerful disarming spell just now was attributed by Thomas to an unexpected explosion between life and death. Needless to say, he didn't think he could do it again.
Therefore, the best option now is to escape before the opponent comes over.
However, just as Thomas stood up in a hurry and was about to run wildly, his right foot stopped for no reason.