ジョン・リスゴーは、彼がHBOのハリー・ポッターテレビシリーズでダンブルドアを演じることを明らかにします
HBOの非常に期待されているハリーポッターテレビシリーズは、重要なキャスティングアナウンスを備えた前進しています。伝説のジョンリスゴーはダンブルドア教授を描いています。 HBOまたはワーナーブラザーズによってまだ正式に確認されていないが、リスゴー自身がスクリーンラントとのインタビューへの関与を確認した。
リスゴーは、彼のキャリアの中で極めて重要な瞬間として役割を説明し、「まあ、それは私にとって完全な驚きだった。私はちょうどもっと別の映画のためにサンダンス映画祭で電話をかけたところ、それは私の人生の最後の章のために私を定義する簡単な決定ではなかった。パーティーをラップしますが、私はイエスと言いました。」
ハリー・ポッターを年代順に見る方法
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これは、今後のシリーズの最初の確認されたキャストをマークします。 HBOは、JK Rowlingの本の完全な再適応を計画しており、ハリー、ハーマイオニー、ロン、ホグワーツの教員などの最愛のキャラクター向けの新鮮なキャストをフィーチャーしています。ローリングは、ニール・ブレアとルース・ケンリー・レッツとともにエグゼクティブプロデューサーを務めます。
リスゴーの確認はエキサイティングですが、完全なキャストの欠如は、シリーズがまだ開発の初期段階であり、生産からしばらく離れていることを示唆しています。リスゴーは、太陽からの3番目のロックでのディックソロモンなどの役割で知られる有名な俳優であり、彼のエミー賞を受賞したウィンストンチャーチルの *クラウン *での描写は、プロジェクトに計り知れない才能と経験をもたらします。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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