I, Hogwarts Second Week

The leader was a boy who looked quite thin.

There are several invisible scars on his tired face.

Those should be traces left by black magic. If it was ordinary physical damage, magic would cure him.

In addition, the gray hair, which is dry and lacks luster, is also quite eye-catching.

Most importantly, one of his legs!

He is lame in one leg.

It seems that there is some kind of disease in his left leg, and he has to rely on crutches to stand.

At this time, an embarrassed smile appeared on the boy's pale face.

He took out a yellowed book from his coat pocket. After flipping through a few pages, his eyes lit up, and then he looked up again and said, "Hello, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"I'm sorry, I'm busy. These things should have been handled by my tutor." There was a hint of guilt on the boy's shy face.

He actually forgot the name of the target person on this trip.

On the other side, Lucius looked up and down at the strange boy.

Weak, shy, introverted, wearing ordinary clothes. There is nothing valuable about him.

"Hello~" He stretched out his hand.

A kind expression on his face.

The centuries-old elegance of the Malfoy family was vividly demonstrated in him. This was not something Draco could have as a teenager.

He couldn't afford the Malfoy name yet.

"Your mentor is Ms. Wenda Rozier?" Lucius asked tentatively.

He pulled out a chair for the boy and invited him to sit down.

He knew that the woman was working as Professor of Alchemy at Hogwarts.

This is very consistent with the position of mentor.

"Yes, she is my mentor and my guide." The boy turned his hand slightly, and the metal crutch automatically contracted, as if it had some kind of activity, or was used as an arm guard and stayed on his side. On hand.

"He is our leader!" An unhappy voice came from behind the boy, and then, a girl with brilliant blond hair and light green eyes stepped forward. She stretched out her hand, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said: "Saint , Garona Nome. The one over there with the missing leg is called Victor, Victor Nome.”

The boy nodded.

"Kent, Kent Norm," said a short boy.

"Winston, Winston Norm," said a round boy.

Finally, an older woman stepped out of the torn space.

"Roy, Roy Silver."

She seemed to be the oldest of the group of children.

He has flaming red hair like a waterfall, his eyes sparkle like the stars, and the azure blue reflects the stars.

Her oval eyes were held up by her straight nose, and her gentle gaze fell on the children through the lenses.

"Hello, you guys!" Lucius' eyes passed over the faces of these strange 'saints' one by one without leaving any trace.

There are ripples in my heart from time to time.

Norm?

He smiled and shook hands with the guests one by one.

But deep down in my heart, I was thinking about the surname Noam.

Most of these people seem to come from this family.

But he had never heard of a pure-blood family named Nome in Europe.

and

He also noticed that almost all the saints who appeared in front of him had mutilations on their bodies, some were legs, some were arms, and some were eyes.

They all have various disabilities.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the legendary organization that swept across Europe, the Saints.

Could it be that the saints have declined to the point where they can only attract groups of weak, sick and disabled people?

Lucius, who seemed kind on the surface, had begun to tilt the balance in his heart.

"You don't have to doubt our strength." As the leading witch, Roy had a motherly smile on his face.

"Don't be surprised. I'm not a natural Legilimency. It's just that your face is full of sorrow. I'm just good at observing." She said

“The Saints are the best.”

Lucius heard this but did not question it.

Instead, he clapped his hands, and then, several house elves appeared, carrying various kinds of food in their hands.

It was steaming hot and quickly filled the table in the living room.

"Please take a seat!" he said, always maintaining the courtesy of an old London gentleman.

"Ahem - I don't think this is necessary." Roy looked sideways at the food on the long black table.

Exquisite and expensive.

This was the first thing she felt.

And many of them are delicacies from other countries. There is absolutely no such exquisite table food in the UK.

"Wow! You're not hungry, but we're still hungry, eldest sister." Garona, who was sitting on the side with Victor, mumbled complainingly.

She was obviously not as ladylike as Roy. After sitting on the chair, she picked up the plate in front of her and started picking up the vegetables.

eat!

What a big deal!

I really don’t understand how they can smile and say they are not hungry at all when they are obviously hungry!

Why embarrass yourself!

Garona's actions represent the wishes of most of the saints.

It was getting late, and most of them were busy with their own things when they set off, and there was no time to eat dinner or anything else.

Seeing this, Roy smiled, and soon everyone was sitting around the dining table as she sighed softly.

After a few pleasantries.

A simple dinner began.

Time passes and the candle shadow dances.

After about a few minutes.

Lucius finally couldn't help but asked: "Just now, what was that magic that could tear apart space?"

Originally, he thought it might be a different kind of apparation spell.

But the ancestral home of the Malfoy family is protected by various spells, and the anti-Apparition spell is naturally the first among them.

No wizard in hundreds of years had been able to use the Disapparation Spell to force his way in, not even that one - He Who Must Not Be Named had ever had such power.

"That's not a curse!" The boy with a sprained leg opened his mouth.

He took out a stone door engraved with the symbol of the Three Holy Artifacts from his pocket, and then threw it casually, and the stone door drew a graceful arc in the air.

It slowly grew in size, and when it finally landed in the living room, it was already a monster of seven or eight feet.

"My technology is not mature yet." Victor said modestly.

"It's obviously already very powerful!" Garona said directly.

"No! Compared with its prototype, that legendary magic prop placed in the Far East, in the Ming Dynasty, in the Magic Academy, named: Shangri-La's Any Door. It is just the most superficial imitation."

"That is?" Lucius asked in confusion.

His words have two meanings. One is to ask what the Shimen in front of him does.

Another was asking what that thing called Shangri-La was.

"A kind of alchemical magic creation. As long as you arrive at a certain place in advance and bury the coordinates, my invention will allow you to reach the target location easily, regardless of whether there is any interference from magic spells." Victor's voice was quite weak, as if It seems like he will die at any time.

But the eyes are bright and shining.

It's like a beacon that illuminates the darkness.

"Of course, compared with the real legendary magic item, Shangri-La, its role is somewhat insignificant. Whether it is distance or coordinates, Shangri-La does not need it.

The ancient Ming wizards divided the world into nine parts. Using a rule similar to Muggle longitude and latitude input, they could directly activate Shangri-La and use it to travel to any place in the world. "

"This -" To be honest, even Lucius had never heard of such magical magic props in this world. Then he said with some surprise: "It seems that this world is far bigger than we imagined. It’s much bigger.”

"The height of your horizons will continue to increase as your horizons continue to expand." At this time, Roy intervened appropriately.

"Joining the Saints will be your most correct choice, Mr. Lucius." Her eyes, full of years, revealed unimaginable tenderness.

"I'm just glad." Lucius replied noncommittally.

But obviously, everyone present could see that his answer was somewhat reluctant.

"It seems that you still have some doubts about us, and you are right, these children are too young." Roy said as if talking to himself.

"Do you have free time tonight?" Her voice suddenly changed and she talked about something else.

"Well -" Lucius frowned slightly. He had important news waiting for him tonight.

And Roy seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, "Are you waiting for the candidate of the new Minister of Magic?"

"Yes."

"It's actually easy to deduce." Roy smiled. She held up the wine glass in front of her, looked at the scarlet liquid inside, and suddenly changed the subject and said: "The quality of this red wine is really good, but the Malfoy family There should be no brewing business!”

"Of course." Lucius nodded, "This is a magic brewery from Italy. There is no such good wine in the UK."

"Then why did you choose that magic winery in Italy?" she asked.

"Isn't this simple?" Lucius said lightly: "Their home brewing has a history of hundreds of years. They have experience in how to brew top-notch wine that ordinary people can't pry into. I..."

Suddenly his words stopped, and then his brows widened and he opened his mouth.

Then he looked at Roy with surprise.

"You mean, that guy Barty Cratchit is going to come back?"

"Haha - man! When facing the same dilemma, you always look for past experiences, don't you?" Roy raised his wine glass and gestured towards Lucius, then put his red lips slightly over it and took a sip.

"It's quite exciting, it smells like magic!"

clever! This was Lucius's first reaction.

He had never seen anyone so smart.

Maybe Dumbledore was this smart too, but he never showed it to himself.

Lucius looked at Roy in shock, and she revealed the answer he had been waiting for for several days in one sentence.

Sure enough - compared to the almost dull heads of the Death Eaters, the saints completely crushed them in terms of intelligence.

After belittling the Death Eaters, Lucius gave Roy a meaningful look.

The balance in his heart began to waver again.

Just because of her few words!

"It's just that the authorities are confused and the beholder is clear. If Mr. Lucius, you can calm down, you will be able to see the answer to this simple mystery." Roy smiled and continued.

"That's right!" Lucius accepted the compliment with embarrassment.

But I felt much better inside.

Look, they will save face for him, and look at the Death Eaters, they will only make sarcastic remarks when something happens!

Roy's warm words made his favorability towards the Saints rise again.

"So, is Mr. Lucius free now?" The red wine swayed with an intoxicating soft light.

Her red lips were stained with a hint of wine, bright and full of charm.

"Of course." Lucius agreed readily, with a smile on his lips. As a member of the upper class, he had attended so many dance parties, so he certainly knew how to deal with this kind of thing.

"Victor~"

"Wait a minute!" Garona's reluctant tone came from the table. She was holding the dinner plate and swallowing the food in big mouths. "I'm only eighty percent full!"

"Image, Garona! Act!"

"Yes yes yes~"

Even Roy's scolding voice was so gentle, as if it was not a scolding at all, but a gentle and soft whisper.

Although there was no trace of anger in her voice, Garona was still very obedient and reluctantly put down the dishes in her hands, then put her hands on the table and stood up at once, "Okay, we should go. Victor, open the door!”

"Already prepared."

Victor responded, and then his left hand lit up with a faint light.

After a moment, the bracer turned into a cane again.

He staggered to his feet. He leaned on the crutches and supported the table with his right hand.

Then he lifted his rotten body bit by bit.

Lucius was afraid he would stumble and fall headfirst to the ground.

He wanted to reach out and help.

But his excellent ability to observe words and colors made him notice that none of his companions around him reached out to help him.

The boy, looking at the child who was only a little older than his son, had the purest pride on his face.

So confident, so high-spirited, his broken body cannot imprison his free soul!

The light on his body seemed to be overflowing.

Lucius felt a little touched in his heart for a moment.

People are like this, they always leave feelings in some inexplicable places.

"Please step aside~" Victor slowly stretched out the right hand of the wand, and then the tip of the wand flickered, and the lights intersected with each other, eventually evolving into magical words.

Ancient runes can also be called magic patterns.

The words turned into tangled threads and headed towards the stone door.

Then the seemingly weak thread actually pushed the stone away bit by bit.

First a trace.

Then as more and more magic patterns gathered, they became brighter and brighter.

It's like a symphony reaching its climax.

As the exciting voice echoed from the void.

The silent rhythm and fantastic light affect everyone's mind.

The door was opened.

It seems like there is a door where light gathers, making it difficult for people to see what kind of scenery is outside the door.

"This" Lucius looked at the magic happening in front of him in shock.

What kind of magic props can trigger such a miracle?

"We are on a glorious path!"

Roy's voice sounded immediately, and her sideways blue eyes fell on Lucius. The inexplicable divine light seemed to touch people's souls.

"Our lives come from choices."

"Believe me, you will be exalted among the Saints."

She walked into the light curtain first.

Then came the limping Victor.

After that, Garona also stepped into it with her head held high.

Lucius's expression was strongly touched.

He had experienced such strong faith in members from two other Saints.

That kid named Owen.

The other was Ms. Wenda Rozier.

Saints! It seems different from ordinary people.

Even more different from Death Eaters.

Just like people who are determined that they will succeed and that they are on the road to glory, they are filled with strong self-confidence.

As if success is inevitable, today's pace is just a completion process.

But it is this kind of sunny mood that is most likely to infect others.

Because of Lucius himself, he seemed to feel the call.

With inexplicable emotions, he stepped into the light curtain.

Then things changed.

Everything was turned upside down.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, from a manor to a woodland!

Suddenly, a cold wind hit, which made Lucius shiver.

The head calms down a bit.

In the distance, the castle standing on the top of the mountain as if it had existed for thousands of years appeared in his eyes.

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts." Roy's voice sounded, "The soulless people who came from the sea fog tonight will be buried here."

"Then, you-what are we going to do?"

"We?" Roy smiled slightly, "No need to do anything."

"At least for now!"

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Owen and a group of centaurs were walking in the dark forest.

They are holding torches!

But the faint light could only illuminate a gap in the darkness.

It's as if the darkness in the forest is a physical glue. You have to use a sword to cut it open.

The footsteps made a "checkered" sound on the soft snow.

It stretches all the way.

"The forest is getting more and more uneasy." Firenze sighed and said, "Ever since you eliminated a large number of dark creatures, the forest has become weird."

"???"

Owen looked sideways.

Staring at Firenze's handsome face.

"According to your opinion, if we eliminate the Acromantula, are we doing it wrong?"

"The forest needs balance!" The second centaur interrupted.

He has a reddish-brown body and a muscular upper body.

His tone was also gentler than the other cursing centaurs around him. "The beasts upset the balance. We are trying to maintain the balance."

"After you killed them completely back then, the balance of the forest was broken. She actually lost a layer of protection."

"6" Owen was noncommittal. Although what this centaur said made sense, if you think about it carefully, you would find that it was pure nonsense.

Will Acromantula protect the forest?

I'm afraid it won't provide a breeding ground for those aliens!

"My name is Ronan. The one who shot at you was Baine. I hope we didn't scare you! Are you the foal from the castle?"

"Did you learn all your spells at Hogwarts, in school?" His tone was low, and it was obvious that this sentence had another meaning.

He was mocking Hogwarts for giving the Killing Curse to a child.

"School?"

"I can learn, but not much. You know, for a genius like me, the school can only teach me a little bit, but some of it needs to be personally guided by Principal Dumbledore." Owen said modestly, deliberately ignoring The other party's terminology means that to horse people, a child is probably a foal.

"Really?" Ronan's voice had a unique melancholy, but he didn't look like a compassionate person. "Being taught by the greatest wizard means that you are indeed excellent."

"It's okay! Just so-so!" Owen waved his hand and continued to speak modestly.

"Oh! By the way, you said before that Dumbledore came to see you. Did he say anything?"

"Him?" A smile appeared on Ronan's face, as if he was waiting for Owen to ask, and he had prepared the answer early. "He told us that if a child named Owen Sanchez sneaked into the Forbidden Forest and asked for the third Inform him immediately."

"What do you mean, that child will bring unpredictable disasters to the Forbidden Forest."

"???" Owen's expression froze, and then he roared angrily and angrily, as if he had been greatly wronged: "How can you insult your innocence out of thin air, a dignified principal!"

"I, Owen Sanchez, am honest and trustworthy, respectful of my teachers, charitable, and approachable. I can be called the best little wizard in Hogwarts for 1,500 years, and I am enough to serve as a pacesetter for little wizards! Ask other people in the castle, Everyone loves me!"

"Oh my God!" Owen suddenly exclaimed to himself!

"How can I be so good!"

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There was silence all around.

Ronan felt that he had finally seen through the vain, arrogant and ignorant little pony in front of him.

"Haha~"

But Firenze was different. He suddenly couldn't help laughing, and then looked at Owen with a deep look. He thought this little pony from Hogwarts was very interesting.

Human wizards are really interesting.

But the smile only lasted for a moment.

Soon the sadness on his face was like the darkness that could not be dissolved around him, filling it up again.

"I think we should seek help from Hogwarts, or Dumbledore himself!" He said, talking about something that centaurs often talk about these days.

And Ronan, like many times before, bluntly vetoed: "Human beings are not worthy of being appointed. Although there are still a small number of them who are natural-minded, most of them are ignorant and rude!"

"Yeah! I think so too!" Upon hearing this, Owen immediately echoed.

"But! Today's situation is no longer something that the centaurs can face alone. How many compatriots do we lose every day." Firenze's figure looked lonely, and the centaurs from around gathered together to protect Owen in the middle, and only Firenze is the most special, he and Irving stay in the circle together.

"But the one who attacked us was a wizard!" Ronan was still sullen, unwilling to accept Firenze's proposal.

"How can you tell which one of them is a good guy and which one is a bad guy?"

"Yes! That's it, humans are all bad guys!" Owen continued to echo.

"That's why I chose Dumbledore instead of the Ministry of Magic." Firenze, who has a stable personality, also showed a little anger. He didn't understand that his tribe was obviously at a time of life and death. How come they still can't feel the crisis?

It was clear that the danger before him was beyond the endurance of the centaurs.

Dumbledore had given them kindness before, so why couldn't he accept it?

Does just helping Hogwarts monitor the Forbidden Forest count as becoming a wizard's slave?

Apparently the centaur himself is also monitoring the forest?