I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 174 The third last day of Christmas - the prelude to darkness

Although there are her minions outside the window trying to break in.

But they were all stopped by another handsome man with long hair.

Then there was a 'bang' sound, and the petrified guard smashed the window and threw it into the room.

"This is really the stupidest story I have ever heard, vile, disgusting, and dirty! In a way, you are more disgusting than Voldemort."

The person who came here was tall and thin, handsome and elegant in appearance, with elegant and beautiful black hair, and a pair of striking gray eyes. There was a kind of careless arrogance in his movements, free and uninhibited, handsome and charming.

But those eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire!

He raised his wand and pointed it hard at the old witch.

if possible! He really wanted to shoot the Avatar right now and kill this bitch.

In a daze, he remembered what the little Dark Lord of Hogwarts once said, that there are people in this world who have evil in their bones.

To deal with them, you have to learn like a Muggle and use fire!

Burn them together with the corpse!

Because their stench affects other people!

"Don't! Black!" Moody interrupted him. As the only person present with experience in interrogation, Moody's political foresight made it clear that he must not kill this old witch now.

She is like a blooming cherry blossom. The flower is not important, what is important is who planted it.

Already cleaned to bring out her roots!

Once it is done, it will alert the snake.

This will lead to a split in the federation and even a series of more terrible things.

Those supporters behind her, her partisans. It must be cleaned up in one go.

Everything requires this woman to be alive, so that they can find what they want from her brain.

Rozier, who was pointed at by several wands at this time, did not panic. Her wrinkled face was slightly raised, her cloudy brown eyes stared at the members of the Order of the Phoenix present, her lips wriggled slightly, "It seems that my Occlumency, I didn’t lie to Dumbledore!”

"Hmph - he is much smarter than you think!" Tonks snorted. Dumbledore had told her before coming.

I have been suspicious of this woman for a long time. In the dark age, I noticed something strange.

It's just that since Voldemort's defeat, Britain has finally ushered in peace. He doesn't want to destroy the peace and drag wizards into the quagmire of war again!

Moreover, these people have not actually done anything harmful to the wizarding world with their own hands. Most of them are wearing gloves.

So Dumbledore chose to tolerate it and began to investigate secretly.

"clever?"

"Child! When will you really grow up?" Rozier still seemed to be at ease. She sat on the sofa with her hands folded on her legs. Although the wand in her hand had long been disarmed by Sirius, this one without a wand The wizard didn't panic.

"Magic requires power. If it weren't for Dumbledore, we would have unified the ministries of magic in various countries decades ago. In a sense, he is the biggest enemy of wizards."

"Haha - it's just that Dumbledore will never use other people's hundreds or thousands of lives to pave the way for himself!" Tonks almost laughed angrily. It was the first time she saw someone who could turn selfishness into something. Such a high-sounding theory of profit, profit-driven, and no morality!

"Stop talking nonsense to her." Sirius walked over angrily, the tip of his wand shimmering, "Dumbledore didn't allow her to be killed, but he didn't say he couldn't torture her."

"It just so happens that we all know that curse! Don't we?"

The angry dog ​​godfather has little sense left.

Thirteen years after he was wrongfully imprisoned and tortured by dementors, he had become disillusioned with all magical establishments.

After escaping Azkaban, all he had seen and heard was how stupid the Ministry of Magic was.

Especially after he met Owen.

The boy talked to him so much. Something in his heart that he had never thought about, never realized, and never really felt before was quietly breaking ground and growing rapidly.

At this moment, he finally understood what the little black man said.

"The truth will not change in any way because of the cruelty of the means."

Because there is a lot of garbage in this world that should be cleaned up!

Cruelty is necessary!

"Dumbledore, won't you pave the way for yourself?" Rozier narrowed his eyes slightly: "My child, this world is much more complex than you believe!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the room, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth!

Then, before she could recover from this brief lapse of consciousness. Sirius, who was beside him, had firmly grasped her chin and twisted her head so that she could look into his eyes.

Looking at his eyes full of murderous intent, "You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!!"

Sirius's eyes reflected countless miserable creatures.

This week, he accepted Dumbledore's request and rushed to Greece to protect the Magical Creatures Conservationist.

All he saw was death and carnage wherever he passed.

Countless lives reflected in his eyes.

Old people, children, men, women, black people, white people, the only thing the same is that they all have no pupils, and they shout silently with their mouths open.

"Okay." As a leader, Moody must stand up.

He reached out and took hold of Sirius's arm, pulling the poor man back from the edge of darkness.

"We have to leave. Their people are already surrounding us." His low and hoarse voice brought powerful psychological comfort to everyone.

It was as if no matter what the world was like, he could find a way to bring them out of the quagmire.

Moody gave Tonks a look, and she immediately cast a red spell.

That's the sleeping curse.

Then, the knocked down Rozier fell into the pocket that Tonks had already prepared.

A pocket with an infinite stretch charm.

"Come on!" Moody whispered.

Then he took out a small compass from his pocket.

If Owen can recognize it here, the compass was given to him by Nicoléme.

A compass to find his safe house!

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It's almost Christmas.

The depressing atmosphere in the castle was about to reach its peak.

Many famous wizards and Aurors appear at Hogwarts!

"Alastor Moody."

In the auditorium, the twins recognized the celebrity at a glance!

A former star Auror.

"This guy once arrested seven dark wizards in one night. He is the most powerful Auror in the Ministry of Magic! My dad said that his magic eyes can see through wizards who cast invisibility spells!"

Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs sit together.

Their long table was partially vacated.

Used to entertain guests from the Ministry of Magic.

"I heard he has retired!" Seamus looked at the people at the Ministry of Magic behind him.

His eyes first fell on the old man with dark gray hair, scars, a broken leg, and a cane, and finally fell on the others.

There were several wizards there, none of whom spoke English.

"He is also a senior Auror who is retired. By the way, who are the others? I have never met many of them." George frowned. As a second-generation official, he knew most of the people in the Ministry of Magic, even for international exchanges. He can recognize most of the officials who have been in other countries all year round.

Looking at the wizards in front of him, he had never seen most of them, which really surprised him.

"Members of the Federation." Irving lowered his head and bit into the very strong Italian pizza in front of him. It was a strange British-style pizza. Although it was not covered with pineapple, why was it so tough?

Is this pizza?

I’m afraid it’s not a big cake!

"International Federation of Wizards? Hoho! Big shot!" Fred's eyes widened. For young wizards like them, in an increasingly closed world, it is rare to see wizards from other countries, let alone the Federation. of officials.

"Look at that one, just like Qiu Zhang, a Far Eastern wizard!" Cedric suddenly stared at a young and exaggerated wizard and shouted.

"Same as Qiu Zhang." Owen raised his head, looked at Cedric with an incomprehensible look, and then followed his gaze to the Gryffindor table.

"Wow! You are very young." He sighed with emotion.

"It should be an official of the Federation! Or a diplomat from a Far Eastern country stationed at the Federation headquarters."

"And that one, she looks so much like Professor Wenda." Percy's sideways eyes fell on a certain witch with gray hair and a kind smile on her face.

"I know her, she seems to be the vice-president of the federation!" He continued, with a hint of admiration flashing in his expression.

"Tch, no one cares who the vice president is!" Gemini sneered at this. When chanting the word 'vice', he emphasized it hard.

"If you want to lick boots, I suggest you lick Dumbledore's directly. After all, he is the president."

"You're right, George!"

"Shut up, you two!" Percy looked angrily at the two men who refused to let his brother worry.

"Humph! Mouths are on us!" Gemini retorted unceremoniously.

Percy's pretentious attitude made them very unhappy.

Therefore, George and Fred did not want to lower their heads at all. Instead, they raised their necks and fell into a daily bickering session with Percy.

As for Owen, he ignored the noise in his ears.

He raised his head and looked curiously at the long table with more than a dozen wizards from different countries.

The lazy expression on his face gradually faded.

He knew Trelawney's prophecy, and he also knew Dumbledore's concerns.

But there must be something he doesn't know about, otherwise the old principal wouldn't be so nervous, especially since so many wizards from other countries have gathered here.

The other little wizards don't know. But Owen knew that several of the dozen wizards were old friends of the old principal.

Eulalie Hicks, former Charms Professor at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States.

Former employee of the United States Ministry of Magic, Queenie Goldstein, the natural Legilimency.

He even saw Newt's senior brother, Theseus Scamander.

This lineup.

Those who didn’t know better thought that Dumbledore was going to war with his grandfather Grindelwald again.

No, Dumbledore must have some secrets that he didn't tell him!

In other words, there must have been some major changes in the magical world. You must know that according to the principles of the Federation, even if a serious wizarding disaster occurs in a certain country, as long as there is no serious violation of the secrecy law or the war spreads to other countries, they will not intervene.

It was because Grindelwald tried to overturn the "Secrecy Act" and spread the war throughout Europe and North America that he finally suffered a full-scale war from the Federation.

Aurors sent by dozens of countries formed the Federation's army and launched a long and continuous attack on his grandfather and his followers.

That's why Owen can't see Voldemort!

The little loser who couldn't even conquer a school was comparable to his grandfather.

But there is one thing - that is.

Wenda appeared on the professor's chair, looking at each other from afar with his former rival. The scene was indescribably awkward.

"Although I don't know what happened, it must be something serious." Owen was not the only one to see the crisis, Hermione also noticed something strange.

There had never been so many Aurors in the school.

Even Mr. Ober Bennie only stayed for a few hours and then left.

Um?

Mr. Ober Bennie?

Isn't he dead?

Yes, among the crowd at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione clearly saw the 'dead' Mr. Ober Bennie.

Then, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Owen.

You definitely know what’s right!

"What are you looking at me for?" Owen shook his head. Really, Lao Deng doesn't care! How can someone who has already clearly left the game continue to bring him back?

"My dad said that recently, there have been some strange dark creatures attacking wizards all over Europe." Luna also sat over at some point, holding in her hand the book made up of rumors and speciousness. "The Quibbler", this is Hermione's most hated book.

In her words, reading this magazine has no effect except to understand some of the neuroses of wizards.

But Owen doesn't think so.

He reached out and took the Quibbler from Luna's hand.

Then flip through it casually.

Sometimes gossip is the key to important information.

The point is that you filter out information that is incorrect and useless.

"The uprising of dark creatures in Anatolia, the conspiracy of the Ministry of Magic"

"Conflict between wizards and Muggles in the Levant, some deaths"

"The primeval forest of Dacia, the gathering place of dark wizards."

"Greek temples light eternal fire, attracting Muggles"

"It's a mess. Nowhere in Europe is peaceful!"

Owen sighed.

And just when he was about to put down the manuscript, an unclear clue suddenly emerged in his mind.

greek temple

He subconsciously thought it was the Parthenon.

But after reading it again, I discovered that the temple mentioned in the article is the Pantheon located on the Greek island of Samothrace, a holy place in Greek mythology.

"Mothrace Island" Owen muttered to himself. In the history of wizards, this is not a religious holy place.

His mysterious messages all came from the creation of a large group of dark wizards who gathered there during the Dark Ages.

This place was among the mysterious ruins in Europe that Nick shared with him.

The mysterious place where death sleeps.

A paradise for the dead.

The strangest humanoid creature in the wizarding world.

"Deadborn~" Luna said leisurely.

"It must be them - planning to launch a war against wizards."

Uh-huh - Luna opened her mouth with an old marketing account.

Hermione rolled her eyes, then turned to look at Owen and said, "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

"Well-" He glanced at Hermione.

Maybe Luna guessed right this time.

It's really possible that the group of dead creatures caused the trouble.

Because the newspapers clearly stated that the Greek temples were burning with eternal fire.

In the world of Harry Potter, there is only one kind of fire that can be called the Eternal Fire.

That is - Gubulai Immortal Fire.

This is a magical flame that burns forever without any fuel.

Its power is lower than that of Li Huo, but it is more durable.

To deal with the dead, Gubulai's fairy fire is the only magic that can eliminate them.

"Eternal Flame, Miss Granger, you shouldn't have taken the Care of Magical Creatures class for so long. Forget this!" Owen put down the magazine, then raised his eyebrows at Hermione.

"Eternal fire?" The little witch had a slight doubt in her heart, and then a memory surged up, and she soon remembered it.

This humanoid creature is documented in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Deathborn—soulless creatures wandering in a trance-like realm.

They are typically less than two feet tall, with grotesque heads and monkey-like bodies.

It has a gentle personality and will not actively attack other living creatures, including wizards and Muggles.

Found only on the Greek island of Mothrace.

The Ministry of Magic classifies it as Class X, meaning boring.

The only thing that can be called magical about this creature is its immortality.

Yes, these creatures cannot be killed by any means, including killing curses or physical methods.

It was as if they had been stripped of the concept of death.

Any method can only crush their dry and white bodies, but after a while, they will be resurrected.

The end comes again.

Only the eternal fire, the long-lasting burning of Gubulai's fairy fire, can completely kill them.

——This is clearly recorded in the huge book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

As a ruthless person who could memorize the original history of magic, Hermione certainly remembered this kind of life.

"Could it be?" She covered her mouth and looked at the book "The Quibbler" in surprise.

Could it be that everything said above is true?

Owen, on the other hand, looks further.

And based on what he knew.

Gubulai Fairy Fire - The wizards in the magical world who can cast this ancient magic seem to be only those who stand at the top of the pyramid, except those hidden in the darkness.

The only thing Owen could think of was Dumbledore!

No wonder he frequents the castle

If all parts of the world were attacked by Deathborn, it would be difficult not to kill them, but to simply resist such undead monsters.

And one that can kill them completely.

We can only hope that Dumbledore can save them despite his busy schedule.

"Trouble~"

Owen noticed something strange.

Weird things never happen in the wizarding world without any reason.

There is logic behind seemingly incomprehensible events.

Reminiscent of Professor Trelawney's prophecy - dark riots, resurrection of the dead, and reversal of life and death.

This may be talking about the Deathborn.

No - that's not right.

The prophecy points to the future, and the dead have clearly appeared, or even appeared long ago.

They are not supposed to be what the prophecy refers to.

So. What would that be?

Thinking back to the first grade and the second grade, those things that never appeared before must have been caused by myself.

Third grade - was he the cause of all these things that did not appear in the original work?

Could it be the chain reaction triggered by Peter Pettigrew after he rescued the group of Death Eaters?

After all, the prophecy also refers to Voldemort's resurrection.

What conspiracy is the noseless bald man brewing?

Has he gone crazy?

Or took Shiquan Dabu Pill?

Dare to attack Hogwarts directly!

Owen frowned. He found that the crisis he encountered this time was unprecedentedly unfamiliar.

Whether it is the first week or the second week until now.

He has never encountered an accident beyond the original.

Even if there is, it is just what happened in the future in the original work, happening before our eyes.

What—Deadborn.

What - Dark Riot.

What - the lord of trance and illusion.

What are these!

It was as if someone had cast a blinding spell on him, so clueless!

————

The banquet ended in a hurry.

Owen snatched the Marauder's Map from the Twins.

Yes, Mingqiang!

No matter how heartbreakingly they pretended to resist, George and Fred couldn't stop them.

Christmas is less than two days away.

He was looking at the map almost all the time.

He remembered the names of everyone in the castle.

He will recognize any stranger who steps in.

It was night, and it snowed heavily outside the castle.

The howling wind blew against the windowsill, making a hissing sound.

The fire in the common room was out.

Darkness and coldness enveloped the entire room.

"Lumos!"

"Oh! God! You scared me! Owen." In the middle of the night, Hannah, who was feeling a little irritable, slipped out of bed. For some reason, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep tonight.

I wanted to get some fresh air in the common room, but as soon as I walked in, I noticed a figure in the darkness.

"I can't sleep, so I came out to admire the moon~" Owen responded without raising his head.

As for Hannah, she turned towards the window embedded in the stone. It was snowing heavily outside, covering the entire castle in confusion.

She could see nothing but darkness.

What moon is there?

Taking a slow breath, Hannah carefully sat down next to Owen, "You've been acting strange lately, what are you worried about?"

"I don't know." Owen huddled on a brown sofa made of the fur of some magical animal. His right hand rested on the armrest of the sofa and rested against his head, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Yes, he doesn't know!

It’s because I don’t know that I can’t sleep.

He has always had the idea of ​​a sure victory.

No matter what happened, it didn't break out of a certain frame, the frame of Harry Potter in his impression. But this time is different. The crisis is unprecedented and unfamiliar.

Although not necessarily serious, the unknown is the most tormenting.

He has experienced death twice and has no fear of death.

But it’s just like playing a game. Your second game is better than your first game!

How embarrassing to say this.

Don't I want to lose face?