I, Hogwarts Second Week

The magic left by Teacher Chiron gradually gathered on Owen.

After he explained the legacy of the gods clearly.

A complex engraving appeared on Owen's wrist.

The twelve pillars engraved in the shape of a clock compass converge from the edge of the circle to the center, and finally meet at a point, twisting into three superimposed rings. Countless branches directly below the rings are arranged like tree roots.

It's like the imprint of an ancient tree taking root here.

"The magic pattern created by ancient wizards in the Balkan Peninsula. If you have come into contact with runes, you will understand its use. The two are roughly the same." Teacher Chiron explained slowly.

"It can help you open the ancient tower. It is a key and a map."

"I noticed that someone has destroyed two towers. It seems that there are still wise men with vision in this world."

Chiron-sensei continued.

But his tone became softer and softer, becoming more and more vague.

"Finally, do you have anything else to ask?"

He pointed at his increasingly transparent body and said with final tenderness.

"I have a professor whose soul was swallowed by the Deadman. How should I save him?" Owen asked quickly.

"The Deadborn? Oh! Is that the name you gave the monster he created? Born from death, indeed, those monsters were indeed born from death." Chiron's voice became distant, like It's like he's going to disappear soon.

"Don't worry, the power of the outer gods is not enough to really affect this world. The souls devoured by the dead are like storing the souls in a moving box. They can only give them the souls they absorb when they find an altar. Master. As long as you break the box before that, the soul will naturally return to his body."

"How to break the box? They are all immortal. I can't kill them directly." His voice was urgent.

After all, Professor Lu Ping is still lying in the school infirmary!

If there is no way to save him.

Then there is no point in going back to the past.

"Immortality is just their appearance. Nothing is immortal, whether it's a wizard or a 'god'. The end of pursuing 'immortality' must be tragic."

"The dead have reached the end of their lives, but their end is not death."

Teacher Chiron's body was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly.

Only the sound came vaguely.

He used a song-like tune. Singing acapella the history of the dead.

"Oh-oh-oh-the coffin comes with us."

“The destination is too far away and the journey seems endless——

We search for fragments filled with heroic souls, searching for the ultimate fate of death. "

"Ah! The soul~~~ is like a beautiful song, with a wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon.

Go ahead and listen to their music through your soul. When you find their rhythm, the soul in the cocoon will emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly. Back to nature. "

When the song ends or babbles disappear into the air.

In an instant, countless stars appeared all around.

Together with the mist, they form a spectacular galaxy.

Then it drifted away and sailed into the distance.

The glorious Hogwarts Castle also dissipated along with the star mist.

The spiritual realm returned to the fields.

Alpine grassland.

Rizhao Jinshan.

Wild, vital beauty.

"Chiron-sensei!!!"

"What do you mean?" he yelled.

But there was no reply from the wilderness.

"Is this the end?"

He looked around blankly.

Only then did Owen react.

Whose spirit is this Amano alluding to?

The ship is him, the castle is him, but what about the wilderness?

What about the bitter and salty wind blowing from the wilderness?

Turning around, his eyes met his mother's face.

She still looked at herself with a smile, as if she had done so ten thousand years ago.

Owen adjusts his mentality.

He had a feeling that it might be the last time he saw his mother.

The spiritual world of the horseman presents the love left by his mother attached to him in the form of a flashback spell.

This wilderness is a reflection of her spiritual world.

And what about him?

It was impossible for him to find anything like the centaur spiritual realm again.

Barring the Resurrection Stone, he would never see his mother again.

"I'm glad to see you."

Gabriel's gentle voice was like the best medicine in the world.

She spoke softly, like gentle light shining on the newly sprouted leaves. In the warm afternoon, some kind of enviable and happy time was brewing.

"It's just that this time is too short. I really hope-"

Time has turned into wine, with a strong mellow aroma. It is spicy and bitter when it enters the throat. It takes a long time for the mellow aroma to flow into the tip of the tongue.

It's just that the fragrance is so short-lived and so light.

It's unbearable and makes me want to take a second and third sip. I am afraid that I will never experience this happiness again.

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She fluttered forward, half-kneeling, and held her child in her arms.

Hold tightly.

"I'm sorry~" Owen raised his head, his eyes showing gentleness that he had never seen before.

Although he never imagined his mother.

Even at the beginning of the time travel, I was a little lucky that the orphanage had started, as if I was relieved.

After all, he is not a child, so it is not easy to reestablish a relationship with a stranger.

But when the wind of the wilderness really blew into his heart, Owen realized that sometimes feelings are very simple things.

Just two words, the meaning of mother, she can give everything.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I'm sorry - you chose me."

"If I could go back in time, I really hope that you can have your own life, and that you can be yourself better and no longer just be someone else's mother."

The distant wilderness shines with the wind of freedom.

Her story was gently carried by the wind, leaving a thick shadow.

Blood flowed from the wound cut by the past and dripped on Owen's body. The pain is the mother's.

Gabriel stared at his child.

Owen's brief yet revealing words shocked her.

The wind of the times blew across her forehead.

Let the silver-haired man dance with hope.

For a moment, she looked at the child blankly.

A kind of unprecedented feeling, a kind of relief, a kind of freedom, and a kind of unbridled emotion grew wildly in her heart.

——— Owen looked at his mother.

As her child, he had no right to say anything.

However, Irving still wants to say, if - if time can answer the question.

What he hopes to see is a great wizard blowing the horn to change the world, whether she wants to pull Dumbledore off the altar or become a better Dumbledore.

What he hoped to see was a great wizard.

Not just, the footnote of life, just whose mother.

——The wind suddenly became quiet.

The wilderness and mountains suddenly turned into ink and were stirred by people. In the bright light and shadow, colorful colors intertwined with each other.

A peerless and magnificent image unfolded unreservedly before Owen's eyes.

The last thing - the streamer sent an elegy.

It is kind and gentle.

"The eighth witch song I sing for you: The dusk is sinking and everything is dark, so you have to sleep in the wild forest and mountain. If you see a female corpse buried in the wild, you must not desecrate it and try to bury it quickly. It is the duty of a wizard to let the dead sleep peacefully. ."

"The ninth witch song I sing for you: If you are in a verbal quarrel, and the strong man draws his sword to show off. You must be calm and not impulsive, and you must be measured in your words. Only you can save yourself. Own."

"Farewell - my dear boy - Owen."

The next second, the spiritual world collapsed instantly.

Thousands of rays of light flowed into Owen's body.

The kindest voices rose and fell in his ears.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the oak bracelet Luna gave him suddenly shone brightly on his wrist.

A group of silver light gradually gathered.

Slowly, a small creature jumped out of the silver mist.

That's a rabbit.

The little rabbit was jumping around, and from time to time he would turn back and stand upright to look at Owen, as if giving him directions.

And he followed subconsciously.

It was like walking through a dark, wet cave.

If there is light ahead.

Then the light shines brightly.

Wait until he comes to his senses again.

All light dissipated. The darkness returns.

"Wingardium leviosa!"

The lid of the sarcophagus was suddenly held up by magic.

Then a certain boy came back and straightened up in a daze, looking as if he had faked a corpse!

"Owen~~~"

Hagrid shouted.

He looked at Owen who came to life with joy.

Although the child looks a little strange now, he is alive after all, right?

"Something is coming." Owen raised his head and looked at the high wall in the distance.

He could feel that there seemed to be something that he hated extremely quickly rushing towards here.

high speed.

Thinking about it, his face darkened.

His expression was more serious than ever.

Then he stepped on the edge of the coffin with his feet and jumped down.

"Oh~~~"

"Who is it? Are you sick? You tore a hole in my robe."

A certain little black man jumped up, stepped on the hole in his robe, and then fell straight down next to the sarcophagus.

The crossed legs were shaking.

His chin hit the ground hard, and there was a burst of pain, and a few tears squeezed out of his eyes.

"Please greet his mother for me." Owen hummed and got up from the ground.

He held his chin and recited a healing spell to himself.

Oh my god! That hurts!

It feels like the bones are cracked, is that true?

Fortunately, he didn't speak just to pose, otherwise he would have had to bite his tongue off at that moment.

"Owen~" Luna called in surprise.

Crying with joy.

Big tears fell to the ground from his silver eyes.

Looks lovely and lovely.

"(⊙o⊙)...What's wrong? So sad?"

My bestie is in tears!

A certain little black man immediately turned his head and glanced at the centaur elder beside him.

Is it because of you?

Ahem - okay!

Of course he knew why she was crying.

But now he didn't have time to delay here.

"It's okay! Resurrected with full health." He showed a funny smile to Luna, then quickly lifted up his sleeves and ran out.

——On the other side, on the high wall.

Except for the centaurs who are on guard.

What remained were some of their companions.

The centaurs were walking back and forth on the ground, looking for the bodies of their companions.

They want to take their companions home.

"Listen~ there seems to be some sound."

The creatures living in the Forbidden Forest all have good hearing.

After all, the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts is shrouded in fog all year round and has lush foliage.

The giant trees, which have not been cut down on a large scale for thousands of years, cover the sky and block the sun.

Let’s put it this way!

Hagrid had to carry a candle into the woods even during the day.

"No - that kind of monster is back!" Another centaur responded with a trembling tone.

"Probably not!" the centaur who spoke first denied.

The dragon's breath just now was too spectacular.

No one would believe that the monster that was driven away would come back again.

Aren't they afraid of being burned by the flames again?

"Click~"

There was another sound, the sound of branches being broken.

The two centaurs trembled.

He turned around in great horror and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

They are destined to be disappointed.

Because the group of monsters that no longer belong to living creatures do not have the kind of fear that normal intelligent creatures understand.

"Run!"

"Sound the alarm!"

"Quick! Go and inform the elders!"

"Ah~~~"

"ah!!!"

The two horsemen outside the high wall immediately stepped forward, their four strong horse legs running wildly.

They raised their heads and shouted loudly.

Want to pass information to the companions on the high wall.

However, when they spoke, their positions were also exposed.

After a few sentences.

Then two screams came.

A thick mouthpart cut through the air like an arrow and pierced directly into their bodies.

Then they were like deflated balloons, their bodies quickly drying out.

Just a few breaths later, the originally strong body turned into a pile of skeletal mummies.

"Woo~~~"

The centaurs who witnessed this tragic situation immediately blew the horn.

The low and melodious voice suddenly spread throughout the centaur city.

The working horseman raised his head and looked at the high wall in confusion.

The playful centaur child raised his head and looked at the high wall curiously.

The centaur warrior who was ready to go raised his head and looked at the high wall cautiously.

All living beings are diverse.

Each has his own destiny.

And it all fell into Owen's eyes.

At this time he was sitting on Bakar's back.

It transformed into a giant dragon that was more than ten feet tall, and it was more than enough to carry five or six people on its back.

God - Witnessing the suffering of all living beings.

And give mercy.

The vision that reveals the soul only sees more.

————“The soul~~~ is like a beautiful song, with wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon. Go ahead and listen to their music through the soul. When you find their rhythm, the insect The soul in the cocoon will emerge as a butterfly. Return to nature."

Teacher Chiron's words still lingered in Owen's ears.

Through the soul - what does this mean, he wonders?

What can be called a wizard's soul?

Riding on the back of a silver dragon.

There are attention-grabbing eyes all around.

Owen noticed a lot of bright red liquid suddenly flowing out of the forest.

It was like heavy rain, dyeing the falling snow from the sky red.

But snow! Drifting into the smoke of gunpowder, she shed her pure white body and became contaminated with evil.

And at that moment, Owen suddenly realized.

What might be the thing that represents the wizard’s soul!