I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 176 Christmas - Magical Divination

Owen and the three of them were taken away from the principal's office.

Afternoon classes were cancelled.

All the little wizards gathered in the auditorium to study.

The professor and the Aurors from the Order of the Phoenix almost turned the castle upside down, but still found nothing.

After a night.

Just when everyone thought the attacker had left the castle.

The attack happened again.

This time it's second grade.

In the History of Magic between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw class that morning, Professor Binns continued to use his sleepy, passionless tone to tell about the deeds of the evil Emeric.

Emeric was a short-lived but extremely brutal dark wizard who had considerable power in southern England in the early Middle Ages.

He was killed by his rival Egbert in a bloody duel.

This famous duel was talked about by later generations.

Of course, what they didn't know was that this was also the first instance of the Elder Wand changing hands in a duel.

Emerick was one of the former wielders of the Elder Wand.

To be honest, the little wizards have no interest in this kind of duel story that happened a thousand years ago. They are more willing to discuss the panicked search by the professors yesterday with their friends than the duel that happened a thousand years ago!

And while the students were scribbling down names and dates, confusing the villain Merrick with the weirdo Ulric.

Things happened suddenly.

"Look!"

"Ah~~~"

The whole classroom suddenly exploded, and the little wizard stared in disbelief at Professor Binns, who seemed to be dead and floating in the air.

He looked exactly like Peeves yesterday. The same body became transparent, the same quietly suspended in the air, even the expression on the face was similar, the eyes were open and the face was stiff.

Like being murdered.

The gray light shining through the window made the scene even more terrifying.

Among the second-year wizards, the few calm ones, such as Ginny, Colin and Luna, reacted immediately.

They immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran towards several other nearby professors.

The classroom closest to the History of Magic is undoubtedly Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Lupine arrived at the Charms Classroom almost immediately.

"this"

When he encountered this situation for the first time, he didn't know what to do. He could only evacuate the young wizards first, and then find Professor McGonagall to discuss countermeasures together.

And at this time.

Owen was outside the castle giving their last Care of Magical Creatures lesson before Christmas.

Hagrid's use of a villain as the protagonist of this lesson was not a good idea.

The owl is a bird native to Africa with unusually bright feathers. Its tribe has four types: orange, pink, orange-green, and yellow.

For a long time, its feathers have been an excellent material for making fine quills, and its eggs are brightly patterned and very beautiful, but its singing can make those who hear it lose their minds.

Owen and the others had to wear thick earplugs like they did in herbal medicine class.

When they returned to the castle after finishing the course, they were met with an inexplicable sense of tension.

All the little wizards were talking about Professor Binns.

In the auditorium. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Only Ron breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Huh~ Let me just say, Peeves' matter has nothing to do with me!"

His suspicion was finally cleared.

Hermione was very unhappy with his attitude. Everyone was worried about Professor Binns. Ron's behavior was really inappropriate. Then she said sternly: "You shouldn't be gloating about Ron's misfortune, and now you are talking about this." time?"

Then she turned to Ginny and continued to ask: "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what happened?"

"Not sure?" Ginny shook her head and continued: "The three professors have not come out since they went to the principal's office."

"Big news!"

"Big news!!!"

While several people were talking, suddenly the twin voices came from the entrance of the auditorium.

The two of them hurried in. In the astonished eyes of all the young wizards, a shocking news was revealed: "Another ghost has been attacked!"

"who is it!"

Fred approached, picked up the silver cup on the long table, drank a large sip of fresh orange juice, and continued to explain: "Just now, at the door of the tower, Nick, who was almost headless, was also floating in the air, as if he had been attacked. Same."

"Yes, Professor Lupine, who witnessed all this, has already taken the ghost to find the principal." George said.

"That's not all!" Fred continued: "The fat monk from Hufflepuff and the Bloody Barrow from Slytherin were all taken to the principal's office by the principals."

"Oh my God!"

"What happened?"

"Is it the end of the world?"

"Why ghosts?" Ron suddenly interrupted: "I mean, who would enmity with ghosts? They are already dead, can they be killed again?"

"I don't know!" Shuangzi spread his hands and looked helpless.

"Anyway, Dumbledore should be the most anxious now."

Just as everyone was engaged in discussion, Hermione suddenly turned to look at Owen beside her, and asked softly: "Owen, do you know what's going on?"

"I?"

As he said that, the little wizards in the lounge all turned their attention to Owen. As Hogwarts' famous humanoid encyclopedia, everyone had expectations for him.

"Don't look at it. If I knew what was going on, I would have torn off the attacker's head and sent it to the principal's office to ask for credit."

He helplessly spread his hands, indicating that he really didn't know about this.

"Then -" Hannah opened her mouth next to her. Her eyes swept across the faces of everyone present. Everyone was full of worry, but what was even more frightening was that their worries were turning into reality, "The attack Could it happen to a living person?"

Yes, this is what the little wizards are most concerned about.

The ghosts have all fallen, so will it be the little wizard's turn next?

Regarding this point, Owen's eyes darkened, he took a deep breath, and said: "If the other party, as Professor Dumbledore said, is here to steal soul energy, then - yes."

"That person chose to start with the ghost. It was indeed a good idea. Without the protection of the body, the energy of the ghost should be easier to obtain, but this will not be the end. Because since he can attack the ghost, he will naturally attack the little wizard."

"Oh my God!"

Everyone sighed.

Then everyone fell silent, and even the air was dead silent.

After a while, when the silence gradually settled down.

Luna, holding a brand new copy of "The Quibbler," came over and dissipated the depressing atmosphere on the long table.

"You look very tired, Owen." The elf-like girl placed the magazine on the table and pulled out many cards with weird colors and unique shapes from the pages.

"This is--"

"Professor Trelawney gave me the tarot cards. I met her in front of Ravenclaw's tower. She was in a hurry to go somewhere, but she was full of worries in her heart, which made her hesitate." She folded the tarot cards in her hand.

Then looked at Owen.

In the clear eyes, there is a brightness that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

"The professor is going to see Principal Dumbledore to ask some questions. I guess the questions must be about you."

"Me?" Hearing this, Owen was stunned?

Didn't he go to complain to the principal?

"She is worried about you. I can see that the professor is very confused." Luna's ethereal voice fell in Owen's ear, "Want to do the calculation? Professor Trelawney said that I have a talent for divination."

"Why not?" Owen grinned.

That crazy Professor Trelawney would actually worry about him?

Could it be that he really saw the omen of death in his eyes covered with dark circles?

Haha - it's okay, anyway, she can see an average of dozens of death omens a day, no more than herself this time, and no less than herself this time.

Instead of focusing on her 'terror' against herself, it would be better to think about what the real prophecy would mean.

"Professor Trelawney said that some people think that uncertainty is the devil and should be exorcised through divination, while others think that change is the devil himself. This is not entirely true, because we are changing every moment and becoming something new. people."

"Really? This is not something Professor Trelawney would say!"

"Well - I probably summed up what she meant!" She smiled sweetly, then shuffled the tarot cards in her hand, and then randomly selected one.

"The Fool~"

"Everyone is a fool, including you and me. Each step on the journey will feel like the first step into a brave new world for you. Ultimately, this journey will change you."

The card shows a young man wearing gorgeous clothes. He is holding a rose in his left hand and all his belongings in his right hand. His facial expression is full of wit and dreams.

There is a cliff in front of him, and the dog next to him reminds him not to keep moving forward bravely, but to stop and think about it.

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good." Owen nodded noncommittally.

Then, she pulled out another one.

"Magician~"

"The magician represents self-confidence, using brains and pure will to adapt to any situation. A man of great talent and charisma, a leader."

The card shows Mercury, the messenger of the gods from Roman mythology, with a confident smile and piercing eyes.

"That's a lot like you, Owen."

"I don't want to be a leader, that would be so tiring!"

Luna looked at him, and then said softly: "But this is only in your mind now, people follow you, and you will unknowingly become their leader."

"But this card is reversed, which means some kind of addictive tendencies and mental instability."

Then she pulled out another one.

"The next few cards are about your future, Owen."

"The Hanged Man~"

"The Hanged Man is a card of sacrifice, which means that in order to gain enlightenment, a price must be paid. The Hanged Man's sacrifice opens the way to new life, but this road is filled with pain sealed by time and will eventually lead to death. "

The card depicts a warrior with his hands tied behind his back and being hung upside down. A faint angelic halo has appeared on his head.

last one.

"Moon~"

"The moon reminds us that reality is often not what it seems at first glance. In a world full of illusions, it is often best to follow your intuition. The moon also symbolizes dreams, desires and, of course, sleep, Death’s Ritual of the Night.”

"How's it going?" Owen said in a lazy tone. "Am I approaching my end?"

He obviously didn't believe this.

"No." Luna put the cards away again, "You will be reborn. You will understand some things, but you will also lose some things."

"Really?" Owen curled his lips noncommittally, "You know me, instead of believing in those things, I believe in the magic wand in my hand."

"That's not a bad thing, is it?" She blinked, a soothing recognition filling her light silver eyes. The light smile on his face has a unique charm.

"Wizards who are addicted to divination will eventually become slaves to prophecies. Only by learning to resist can prophecies become prophecies instead of becoming some established fact."

"."

Owen glanced at Luna, finding it hard to believe that a twelve-year-old girl could say this.

But - she was right, no matter what happens next, she will face it fearlessly, just like the Haiyan, the storm will only become the backdrop for its bravery!

The storm continues.

The crisis also continues.

No matter how reluctant the little wizard is.

Christmas is still here.

This year may be the most difficult year for little wizards.

There has never been a year when they were so worried about the arrival of Christmas.

At this time, in the castle, the usual magnificent decorations for Christmas were all done, although there were very few students staying in school.

Thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights shone from each suit of armor. Twelve Christmas trees were placed in the auditorium as usual, with golden stars shining on them. .

The corridor was filled with the strong and tempting aroma of cooking, and Owen arrived at the auditorium early.

It's Christmas and many little wizards have gone home.

Except for those who had to stay in the castle due to factors beyond their control.

There were very few people left at Hogwarts.

"I thought you all went home."

As soon as he sat down on the long table, a rosy-faced girl with two golden braids sat next to him.

"I suddenly don't want to leave, can't I?" She turned her head and said seemingly stubbornly.

"Why stay? It's not helpful!" He said without mercy.

Hannah's personality is not like Hermione's.

She didn't have to think about Hermione either.

There are few witches like Hermione.

She was not able to withstand pressure, and she would be extremely busy every time when an exam was approaching. Even if she had already learned the textbooks by heart, she would recite them over and over again, and would even break down and shed tears, saying that she was a fool.

But Hermione was different. That guy would just bite him hard, with a dangerous look in his eyes. He probably was thinking about how to knock him down for the first time at his age.

Of course she would be nervous, but that kind of nervousness was definitely not like Hannah's panic.

"I want you to take care of it!" Hannah glared at him, then took the silver plate from Owen's hand forcefully and used it for herself!

"Yo! You are all here!"

From that tone, Owen knew that it was that stupid boy Ron who had arrived.

"Guess what Harry's Christmas gift is?" He sat over excitedly.

"A Firebolt!!!"

"That's worth a lot of money! Who would give him such an expensive thing?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, walked over together, and sat on the vacant Hufflepuff bench.

What a waste.

The little witch frowned, with a trace of disdain in her heart. With so much money, she could buy so many precious magic manuscripts, but she just bought a broom! ! !

What a waste!

"Is there any need to guess? Except for the Black family, who has been famous for generations, who would have so much money!" Owen looked at Harry displeased and said with some amusement.

A Firebolt costs thousands of Galleons!

You must know that last summer vacation, Ron's "Daily Prophet" grand prize was only 700 galleons.

Thousands of galleons are enough for ordinary people to live for several years, or even more than ten years.

Even though Irving can afford so many Galleons,

It hurts so much.

Wow! I also want to have a wealthy godfather.

Godmother is fine too! I'm not picky.

Thinking about it, Owen suddenly thought of Wenda in a trance.

He had speculated before that his mother might be from the Rozier family.

He may be related to this ancient family.

Just like the Black family, Sirius's uncle, Alphard Black, was expelled from the family because he 'sponsored his runaway nephew'.

Or Tonks' mother, Andromeda Black, who became famous in the Black family because she married a Muggle-born wizard.

Owen guessed that this was the reason for her mother - no, it was more serious because she was married to a Muggle. Andromeda Black was at least married to a wizard, while her mother was with a Muggle. combine.

From this, she may have become known to the Rozier family.

Only then will he be reduced to the bottom of the orphanage.

"The person who sent the letter did not leave a name!" Harry also came over.

He cheerfully glanced at everyone present with his shining eyes.

This guy is just showing off!

Who but Sirius could afford such expensive things!

"So where's your broom?"

"George and Fred, took it for a test flight." Harry replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"Harry has been flying all morning!" Ron continued, "I also tried flying Merlin's beard, Owen, you really should try it, the speed is more than two hundred miles per hour, my God, It’s faster than lightning!”

"Hehehe, Lightning said: I travel 300,000 kilometers per second, and that snail over there with more than 200 miles can be compared to me!"

"Metaphor, do you understand the metaphor!" Ron yelled a few times, and then couldn't hide the excitement on his face, "Even those dementors can't catch up with us!!!"

"???"

"Dementors?" Owen turned his head and glanced at him in surprise.

"Yes! The Firebolt flew out of the school in an instant, and the surrounding Dementors seemed to smell the blood like flies. They immediately surrounded us and chased us!" Ron seemed completely unaware of the severity of his remarks. people.

He seemed to regard walking the dementors as an honor.

"Now it's George's turn to fly."

"Ahem—dare I ask, how long has he been flying?" Owen asked cautiously.

"It's been more than half an hour! We ran out of the castle at six o'clock in the morning and took turns to test the flight. By the time George flew, it was already past twelve o'clock. Now it's almost one o'clock. We have been flying for almost half an hour."

"???"

"Didn't you notice something strange?" Owen's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Ron's idiot face, he prayed silently for George for half a minute.

"Strange?" Ron touched his chin!

"Hmm - he's been flying for too long, it's Lun's turn."

"Does he want to fly for so long? He doesn't dare to stop!!!" Owen yelled.

Damn, are these little wizards crazy?

Hmmmm - no, are these Gryffindors crazy?

I remembered that there were a lot of dementors chasing behind me.

If George dares to stop, he will be drained in an instant!

"It's okay!" Ron waved his hand carelessly, then pointed at him and Harry.

"We have left many people in the open space. If he wants to land, the people below will cast a spell first. After the light curtain of the Patronus Charm gradually rises, the man in the sky will penetrate the light curtain and land. It is very safe, Harry and That’s how I play!”

"???"

"My Fuck? Why don't you listen to what you are saying?" Owen looked at the group of ignorant Gryffindors with a blank expression.

Not only Hannah next to him, but also Justin, who had just walked in from the door of the auditorium, looked shocked.

"I've seen many people walking cats and dogs, but this is the first time I've seen someone walking a dementor! As expected of a Gryffindor! Awesome!"

"It's Harry. He came up with the idea. You don't know, but he can now successfully summon a physical Patronus! He can drive away dozens of Dementors at a time, which is very powerful!"

Ron roared excitedly.

It was as if he was the one who could summon a physical body to protect him.

He raised his face, and the candlelight in the auditorium shone on his face.

Like it's glowing.

"That's amazing!" He whispered quietly, without adding any other emotion in his calmness.

Just looking at that stupid Weasley.

"Let's go to the clearing together!" Harry said suddenly.

"Try it! Owen, that's a Firebolt. I guarantee you will fall in love with it once you ride it."

As he said that, he and Ron, one on the left and the other on the right, took out Owen who was slurping the pumpkin juice.

A certain Hufflepuff hadn't put down the silver spoon yet.

The soup from the spoon dripped onto his shirt.

He wasn't annoyed either.

He just curled his fingers and threw the spoon again, and by chance, it just landed in the bowl.

The others, including Hannah, also followed out with looks of anticipation and excitement.

Walking the dementors!

They have never seen it before!

The group of people jumped and ran all over the mountains and plains.

Walking through the thick snow, even the air was filled with ‘laughter’.

"Oh~~~"

In the distance, many people gathered there.

Owen saw George, Fred, and Percy.

There are also several members of the Gryffindor team, including Captain Wood, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell.

And several Hufflepuff Seekers.

oh!

Cedric is there too.

Qiu Zhang was standing next to him.

And then there's Luna!

A group of people looked up at the dark clouds in the distance.

Fascinating!

Owen also looked sideways and saw a group of black mist, about a hundred feet above the sky, chasing a black spot.

She's very fast.

The black spots almost play with the black mist.

"Wow!!!"

Owen finally saw clearly the identity of the man above the sky.

yes.

Ginny?

I lost~~~