I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Headmaster?" Dumbledore was stunned, and then said in an incomprehensible tone: "I thought you would be the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Me?" Grindelwald suddenly showed an open smile, "I don't have time to play with you about who is better at raising little wizards, Albus."

He slowly stood up from the chair, leaning his hands behind his back. He was wearing a slender and close-fitting windbreaker that outlined his strong body. Compared with Dumbledore, he looked much younger, and he still retained the traces of his youth. The evil and ferocious temperament.

Grindelwald slowly glanced at the people around him, Dumbledore's people, "Obviously, I have won this game."

"Albus, you have to admit, I won very thoroughly this time." His eyes turned to Owen, who was still sleeping.

The meaning is very clear, which one is better than all of you.

"He" Dumbledore looked at Owen lovingly, "He is very good."

"But he is too good. Many things require experience to understand the truth. Does he really understand the truths he talks about?

Gellert, you are overpowering him. "

"Do I want him to disappear from everyone and stay in class with those fools?" Grindelwald laughed, "Don't you know that class is harmful to your IQ?"

"I think~~"

"Okay, I don't want to argue with you on this issue. I'm not here to argue." He said.

Then, Grindelwald stretched out his wand, put it to his temple, and pulled out a strand of silver thread.

Scattered, turning into a mirror image in the air.

"This is it." Dumbledore frowned. The location in the picture was somewhat familiar to him. It was Samothrace in Greece.

"Memories of the past~"

Samothrace, the most mysterious place in the magical world.

During their two-month infatuation, he and Grindelwald agreed to explore Greece.

If her mother hadn't died suddenly, the old headmaster would have had no choice but to stay in Godric's Hollow.

Maybe everything will be different.

"About the past." Grindelwald whispered, his expression written with loss, just like the loss on Dumbledore's face.

"It's about your sister."

"Stop talking." Dumbledore hesitated, his chest rising and falling slightly, and finally there was only a sigh left in his mouth.

"No, if it was me who killed him, then you just think it was me who killed him, and I apologize to you," he said.

Grindelwald knew that this was the past that Dumbledore least wanted to look back on.

He didn't want to delve into that day. The teenagers were planning to search for the Deathly Hallows for the 'greater benefit'. In order to take care of his sister Ariana, the young Albus proposed taking his sister around the world together, and this idea was natural He was opposed by his younger brother, Aberforth.

A fight broke out between the three people. In the chaos, someone's spell hit Ariana, who was already on the verge of collapse due to the parasitism of Obscurus.

The sudden curse instantly detonated the dark power in Ariana's body, and Obscurus tore her into pieces.

This was the beginning of the break between Albus and Gellert.

At that time, the great principal understood a truth, that is, instead of pursuing a vain future, people should cherish what is in front of them.

And this has become the pain of the principal's life. He is afraid. He is afraid of knowing the truth and knowing that the curse that shot his sister came from his wand.

Grindelwald once didn't understand Dumbledore's hesitant mentality.

In his opinion, that frail sister was simply the biggest stumbling block preventing him and Dumbledore from conquering the world, and now that stumbling block was dead. Isn't this a good thing?

Moreover, Dumbledore did not have a good relationship with his own family, neither with his younger siblings.

It was not until much later, during his years in Nurmengard, that he slowly understood some truths.

And when he knew that his followers had been strangled by the Federation, and even though he had fallen, they were still unwilling to give up on him, and were still deliberately hoping to rescue him, when he learned what Wenda had done in Norway. .

This talented and talented dark wizard finally understood those truths.

Those things that Dumbledore often talked about, about the path of love, loyalty, and sacrifice.

"You know, I never blamed you." Dumbledore's tone became extremely painful, his body trembled slightly, and his blue eyes were full of regret, "I have done many wrong things. Young I foolishly pursued power, and then I was stubbornly unwilling to reconcile with you. I watched Tom fall into darkness step by step, trusting people he shouldn’t trust, which led to the deaths of Lily and James. But I have never regretted knowing you, Gee. Lett.”

"I know."

The two of them were somewhat silent as they spoke.

A painful atmosphere brewed over time echoed in the principal's office.

But that's just for the two of them.

to others around them.

Except for Professor McGonagall's expression as usual, she had long known about the love-hate relationship between her principal and the accomplished demon.

Everyone else was stunned.

Especially Sirius, he never thought that the so-called greatest white wizard in the world would have that kind of relationship with the long-famous Dark Lord.

A helpless smile appeared on his lips.

His mind recalled the words Owen once said to him.

Now he was sure that the world was neither black nor white, but a delicate grey.

Some of the stance issues he has been insisting on may indeed be less important than the results.

There was silence for a long time.

Only the wandering image kept playing automatically.

It was a memory of someone, and in the picture was an evil sacrifice that made people feel physically uncomfortable.

"This is something that was plundered from the head of Peter Pettigrew." After a moment, Grindelwald spoke again.

"It's roughly the same content as what was retrieved from Bella's head." On the side, Professor Snape said coldly, "To deal with those stubborn guys, I used two bottles of truth serum, Dumbledore, this waste All my treasures are gone.”

"His potion is the most effective I have ever seen." Mad-Eye Moody said in approval, as he presided over the interrogation of those stubborn Death Eaters.

It has to be said that with the help of Veritaserum, this job has been the easiest for him in the past few months.

"I remember that last year you obtained a lot of Acromantula venom from the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore seemed to have calmed down, and he said calmly, "You know, strictly speaking, the Forbidden Forest is Hog's venom." Watts’ property, and the Acromantula was raised by Hagrid.”

"Hmph~~~" Professor Snape snorted rather unhappily.

Immediately he stopped talking.

He has caught a lot of good stuff this year.

The basilisk in the secret room, the Acromantula in the forest.

There are also rare and magical plants cultivated by Professor Sprout from the Far East and Europe.

He didn't want to spit it all out.

He would rather continue to prepare the Wolfsbane potion for the beast every month.

Well, maybe it was the preparation of Wolfsbane potion for Professor Lupine for half a year that made his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore reach a certain peak.

Simply put, he needed to vent.

"Okay, let me get back to business." Dumbledore glanced at Snape, a hint of worry behind his half-moon eyes. He knew that now that Voldemort had returned, the pressure on Severus was beginning to increase day by day.

It's normal that he needs to vent.

Then the old principal withdrew his gaze and focused his energy on the shadow in the sky again.

"It's unimaginable that such a thing exists in our world."

"A god."

"Maybe a demon?" Grindelwald sneered.

"Obviously, your student doesn't trust his subordinates. Neither the mouse nor the stupid woman know much. We only have to wait until the kid wakes up and ask him about the real situation."

"You mean Owen?" Dumbledore asked confused. He didn't understand why Owen knew about the Outer God.

"I saw with my own eyes that he used the Patronus Curse to destroy the Deadborn in the Forbidden Forest." Grindelwald said seriously. "He should have received guidance from someone."

"I asked the little girl named Luna, well - I have to say, your students seem to welcome me? Before I opened my mouth, she told me what happened in the Martian castle in the Forbidden Forest. Everything was told to me.”

"Oh~ Then I should teach them better that they shouldn't talk to strangers." The old principal joked.

Then he turned his attention to the child who had his legs draped on the armchair, his head tilted back, and the crystal clear liquid from the corner of his mouth flowed down his cheeks.

"What did he see?"

—————

When Owen woke up, it was already the afternoon of the first day of Christmas.

After washing his face, he began to accept inquiries from his grandfather and grandmother.

He didn't hide it, there was nothing to hide.

He told Dumbledore everything he met in the centaur spiritual realm.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious alien god.

He spoke with emphasis. The so-called lord of corruption and souls, the master of trances and illusions, the alien god expelled by the gods, is so terrifying.

In short, it is probably impossible to eliminate him.

There was no way to kill him in the age of the gods, let alone in this age of declining magic.

All they could do was destroy those towers. Cut off the cornerstone of the projection of the outer gods to the main world.

I heard from Teacher Chiron that someone has already destroyed two of them.

Owen speculated that this may be the direct reason for the sudden uprising of the Dead in recent months.

Because in the past two years or so, the outer god has been very sneaky and has never been so grand as now.

The old principal raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and then looked at Grindelwald beside him.

I had some thoughts in mind.

As for the other professors, each of them had a trembling expression on their face.

For them, the sudden appearance of a mysterious divine enemy is much more terrifying than Voldemort.

Just to deal with a god, these words are despairing.

Then Owen briefly informed Dumbledore about his mother, Gabrielle.

After hearing what Owen said about mothers devoting their lives for their children, triggering the protective spell of love, Dumbledore was more moved than anyone else.

He was almost in tears.

This was the first time Owen noticed that Dumbledore was so emotional.

Professor McGonagall on the side also had red eyes, which directly caused her eyes to become gentle when she looked at Owen.

The last time she looked at him so tenderly was back during the sorting ceremony.

As for the other professors, their reactions were also moved.

Even Snape, who had always been at odds with him, had an unspeakable expression on his face.

Maybe he saw Lily's figure in Owen.

——This inquiry continued into the evening.

Owen, who started to feel sleepy again, returned to the Hufflepuff lounge in a daze with the help of Professor Sprout.

He was still very tired.

It's like exhaustion is never far away.

Sore limbs, fatigue, and dizziness.

It's like the kidneys are overdrawn.

Back in the dormitory, I took a few bites and Justin brought me pumpkin juice.

He opened the quilt and lay in it again.

And this time I lay down, waiting to wake up again.

It was already early morning the next day.

"It feels like drinking fake wine."

I woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache.

I took several bottles of refreshing pills in succession before I felt a little relieved.

Wait for the blurred vision to become clear again.

Owen then noticed the mound-like pile of packages placed beside the bed.

That was this year's Christmas gift from the little wizards.

"You finally woke up." Justin had gotten up early.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a box of toffees.

Killed one by one.

"This year your Christmas gifts have steadily increased compared to last year!" He said with some envy.

Because Justin saw it among the large number of packages.

There were several packages, and the packaging boxes alone were covered with various golden patterns.

Even if you don't open it, you can guess from this box that the contents inside are definitely worth a lot of money.

And the most valuable thing he has received over the years may be the five gold galleons given directly to him by Irving last year. (Except Muggle items.)

Also, as a Muggle-born wizard, most of the people he knew were classmates.

Those little wizards have long since run out of money to exploit.

Under the intensive efforts of Owen and Weasley, the economic situation of the entire Hogwarts little wizard can not be said to be steadily improving, but it can also be said to be like a cow or a horse.

Under the guidance of the great concept of sustainable fishing.

The methods of Irving and the Gemini can be said to be like plowing the ground three feet after the goose has plucking its feathers.

Let’s put it this way!

If Hogwarts hadn't been in charge of food, the little wizards in the castle would have been starving!

"Why are you looking at me with such a hot face?" Owen glared at him.

Don't think that your little brother doesn't know what you are thinking.

Don’t you just want gold galleons?

He hasn’t prepared this year’s Christmas gift yet!

"Hehe~"

"Hey, uncle!" Owen rolled his eyes at him, and then began to open his gift.

First there was a huge pile of Christmas cards.

Thanks to his feats on the school train and the blessing of the Order of Merlin, Owen has a small and staunch following of admirers in the UK - most of whom are very young.

Those Christmas cards are basically from them.

Most of them are asking for autographs or photos, nude photos, etc.

Some of the Christmas cards were burned cleanly.

Next, he tore open a package.

It was a small package wrapped in some kind of animal skin, and Owen didn't need to guess that it was from Hagrid.

Inside were two snakebird eggshells.

This magical animal is mainly found in the Far East and India.

It is a winged two-legged animal with the body of a snake and feathers on its body.

His eggshells have been used by locals as gifts to each other. Because it looks like it is made of the purest and softest silver, and is of high value.

Owen just glanced briefly.

Like the eyes of a code scanner, the value of these two eggshells automatically popped out.

It's in very good condition, probably over twenty galleons.

Next is Harry's gift, a Quidditch model toy that he deceived from Malfoy (the summer vacation the year before last). A huge glass ball with a Quidditch field inside. Just touch it with a wand. The model inside will automatically fly up to compete.

Ron gave him a sweater.

A brown furry sweater with a big L embroidered on it.

Those were the initials of his name, and it looked like Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship.

Ginny gave him a quill.

Colin gave him some handsome photos.

The Weasley twins gave him a bunch of candies, which were obviously stolen goods from Zuko's Magical Joke Shop.

Then there was Hannah, who gave him a pair of red socks.

I don't know what the meaning of this is.

Luna gave him a photo.

It was a photo taken by Colin of the two of them during the beginning of school.

There is also written on the back of the photo: For the most precious friend——.

Then came Hermione.

Her Christmas gift was a scarf.

It looked like she had knitted it herself. The lines of the scarf were crooked and had dead knots in many places.

There is an indiscernible little beast embroidered on the collar.

Owen guessed that she probably wanted to embroider a badger, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to make. She simply couldn't complete such a difficult knitting without the help of magic.

Finally, Owen opened a Christmas gift printed with gold patterns and a large Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry emblem on it.

There is a book inside.

"Nature's Book of Mysteries: The Fifth Element"

Well - no need to guess, this is definitely Nick Flamel's Christmas gift to him.

But - books, books, books are books again. Dude, I get annoyed when I see the book now!

He has read many more books this year than he did in the previous two years combined!

He plans to slow down in the second half of the year.

It seemed that he heard Owen's complaints from the bottom of his heart.

When he took out the "Book of Mysteries of Nature: The Fifth Element" which was about one foot thick from the box.

A small, refracting light object caught his attention.

"Moonglass?"

It was a moonglass about half a foot long, with exquisite metal carvings on its surface.

Owen subconsciously raised it and looked around.

"What! It's useless at all. It doesn't even have the function of looking into the distance. Give me a broken one?"

"Maybe it has other uses!" Justin said as he stuffed a few more toffees into his mouth.

"Other uses?" Owen put his right eye against the moonglass and turned to Justin.

"Fuck~"

Owen, who was afraid of getting needle eyes, immediately put away the moonglass.

Gift Crab~~~

As expected of an old monster who has lived for more than 600 years and only plays with flowers.

Perspective lenses can be made.

Fortunately, this thing fell into the hands of a gentleman like him! If it falls into the hands of some perverts, that's fine!

Thinking to himself, Owen quickly put the real looking glass into his lined pocket.

He had to keep such an evil item close to his body!

"What's wrong? What's the secret of that moonglass?" Seeing Owen's sudden reaction, Justin asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just broken. I'll send it back to Nick after a while." The innocent Owen said seriously.

Then my hands were already ready to open the next package.

"Really?" Justin didn't believe a word of Owen's words.

If it was really going to break, you would have thrown it away a long time ago, how could you still put it in your pocket?

Where's the liar?

But he didn't dig into it. Isn't it just a moonglass?

No matter how precise it is, just look at the moon to see if it is different from ordinary ones.

Soon, his mind was attracted to the next package in Owen's hand.

Owen, who pretended to be calm but was already feeling restless, continued to open the package.

He was looking forward to the next package.

This is like opening a blind box.

Just now they were all rare props, but suddenly a golden legend appeared, making his enthusiasm instantly rise.

"Um?"

Owen was a little surprised.

Because there’s nothing spectacular in the package.

It's not a magical alchemy tool, nor is it a valuable treasure.

Stacked in the box were a letter and a photo album.

He opened the photo album curiously.

Turning to the first page, a young, silver-haired girl who looked not much older than him appeared on the photo frame.

She was holding the wand and looking at the camera impatiently.

Under the girl's body is a table filled with various parchment scrolls. She is writing and drawing something.

Anyway, she didn't want to be disturbed when taking this photo.

Owen continued to flip through, and next was a picture of her in a white robe, looking like a researcher.

She stood in front of a tall pile of bottles and cans.

The glass-like container is filled with all kinds of magical animals.

She was holding a sketch pad and recording something.

Another one is a photo of a dinner party in the living room and auditorium.

She wore a gorgeous long dress and communicated with a group of equally elegant people.

Owen flipped through the album quickly. The album was almost entirely filled with photos of her mother's life when she was young.

He also saw the red-haired girl standing with his mother.

Fight a giant monster together.

After that, the recorded photos stopped abruptly.

And Owen knew exactly what happened next.

He put the photo album away.

Then in silence, he opened the letters.

He could guess from the small characters in Juanjuan that it was her mother's handwriting.

She seems to have been in touch with Roy for quite some time.

Most of these are letters between the two of them.

What is recorded is only some trivial things.

But for Owen, it is something precious.

He didn't open the rest.

Because Justin's light bulb was too bright, he planned to take it apart when he found time to be alone.

As for the remaining gifts – I’m too tired, so I’ll continue opening them later!

Now it's time to go eat.

————

Came to the castle auditorium with Justin.

From a distance, he saw Luna sitting with Harry and the others, talking about something passionately.

After seeing him coming, the little witch's eyes lit up and she immediately got up and rushed towards him.

Gave him a hug.

"Welcome home," she said.

"Yeah~" Owen nodded.

"Hi! Owen, this way!" Harry waved his hand, inviting him to sit over.

There - Ron, surrounded by Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, the Weasley twins, Neville and Seamus.

Look at him as if you were greeting a hero.

"I can't wait to hear your story." Harry blinked at him, and then laughed uncontrollably.

Owen smiled back.

Then the smile became more and more intense, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he spoke in a long, loud voice: "Then we have to start from the time when I, the resourceful one, revealed the secret of time."

He laughed and walked over.

Just like a proud archduke.

Start talking about your great adventure.

Everyone listened with smiles on their faces. It was originally the Christmas holiday, plus what happened before.

Everyone needs to relax.

And this chatter came near noon.

It wasn't until they saw an acquaintance walking in from the front of the auditorium with a smile that they ended the session of listening to Owen's story.

That was Sirius.

He was wearing a brand new sky blue robe, and his hair was combed and shiny, clean and neat.

The whole person looks much younger.

"What good happened?" Owen turned around and asked lazily.

"Lupin, he's awake." Sirius said happily.

Professor Lupine was transferred to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies yesterday.

Lavender Brown's condition was better than that of Professor Lupin, but in order to avoid any sequelae, he was also transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

"Professor, are you okay?" Harry asked quickly.

He has a good relationship with Professor Lupine.

He had given Harry a small stove before.

"Very good, but there are still some problems with the continuity of the body. The doctor said that he needs to rest for a while. Dumbledore guessed that the part of the soul that left the body still needs some time to integrate." He explained. "Most awakened wizards use this aftereffect."

Hearing the sound, the little wizards all showed relaxed expressions.

Only Hermione frowned. She faced Sirius and said, "Then Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second half of the semester."

"As expected, it fell on me."

"What!" Harry jumped up in surprise. His eyes widened in disbelief and he said, "You are going to be our professor."

"That's right."

"But -" Harry's voice was hesitant, because at this time Sirius was still charged with being a murderer.

Others, although they had learned from Harry a few months ago that Sirius Black was wrongly accused.

But - they knew it was of no use.

The Ministry of Magic must personally come forward to re-open the trial.

And the key to it all is catching Peter Pettigrew!

And Irving - although he has the intention, he doesn't have the time.

"Luna and the others did a good job, mainly because of that gentleman. He captured Peter Pettigrew." Sirius's face clearly showed admiration.

Whatever Grindelwald's intentions, in terms of results, he helped him.

At least this would allow him to live openly with Harry. Instead of continuing to hide from the Ministry of Magic.

"?"

"I told Mr. Grindelwald about Sirius being wrongly accused." Behind Owen, Luna said leisurely, "Not long after you passed out."

"He followed your route in the past and easily found Peter Pettigrew."

"Huh?" Owen was stunned.

His grandfather saved Peter Pettigrew?

Hmm--The first thing to rule out is that he wants to clear Sirius's name.

Neither of them knew each other.

He didn't think his grandfather could be that enthusiastic, and he was not a Gryffindor.

Owen guessed that his grandfather was trying to get some information out of the Death Eaters!

"You're amazing Luna!" Harry said happily.

Then he gave her a big hug.

Then he ran all the way to Sirius.

His eyes were red, and his face was filled with a smile full of longing for the future life, "So, you can soon"

"Yes, Harry." Sirius gently rubbed his head, his face full of kindness and care, "When the Ministry of Magic gets rid of the recent chaos, they will re-admit my case."

"Then it might take them a while."

Owen chuckled, then glanced at the Daily Prophet on the long table.

That's somewhere in fifth edition.

A picture of a smiling Sirius Black and a haggard and miserable Peter Pettigrew in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. The two people are in sharp contrast.

Below the photo is a small article title: Blake not guilty? The real murderer thirteen years ago turned out to be Peter Pettigrew, who had been dead for many years.

"Yes! They are quite busy." Sirius sighed, Christmas night was a Shura field visible to the naked eye.

Countless Aurors died tragically.

Many civilian wizards in Hogsmeade were also injured.

The main thing wasn't the Death Eater attack.

It was an attack from the Deadborn. Those monsters were much more difficult to deal with than the dark wizards.

Although Owen later eliminated many undead and released many souls, only a few wizards were lucky enough to wake up.

Most of them - their bodies have been damaged, and they are probably no different from real death.

"This is the best result!" Harry wiped his tears with a trembling tone.

He hugged Sirius tightly again, his body shaking and he looked terribly excited.

"Okay." Sirius patted Harry's back, and after he calmed down, he slowly opened his mouth and said.

"You have been staying in the castle recently. The chaos outside has not ended yet. I guess it will take a few months to completely calm down."

he said.

A breeze blew.

He blew the "Daily Prophet" on the long table to a whirring sound.

The newspaper turned the pages crazily, and finally stayed on the front page headlines.

"The Battle of Hogwarts, the fall of Hogsmeade, the death of the Minister of Magic. The death of the Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, a disaster for the world's wizards."

"War! The Second Wizarding War has arrived."

For several days.

The wizards in Britain were as if they were pouring cold oil into a pot of oil - they were exploding with thunderbolts.

Thanks to the various mysterious incidents and attacks in the past six months.

Ever since the train attack at the beginning of the school year, British wizards have already had enough psychological presets.

But no one thought that the subsequent disaster would be so terrible and its impact would be so wide.

The British wizards suffered a huge blow instantly.

As the only pure wizarding village in the UK, Hogsmeade is far more attractive than other places. Moreover, it was Christmas day, and many wizards from other places came here to spend their Christmas Eve.

A great war affected almost all the wizarding families in the UK to one degree or another.

Everyone has friends and everyone has relatives.

Whose friends and relatives were those who died tragically?

Owen and the others were in Hogwarts and did not feel the stormy waves of the outside world, but they could guess some.

Until, after the holidays are over.

The little wizards who left school came back from outside one after another.

The explosive public opinion outside was only known to the people inside the castle.

simply put.

Some parents have already written to Dumbledore to arrange for their children to transfer to another school.

Those families with certain assets can't wait to arrange for their acquaintances to contact Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.

Because during this attack, a little wizard was injured, almost burping to be precise.

Lavender's injury could not be concealed at all.

And Dumbledore had no intention of hiding it.

However, these parents who clamored for transfer quickly slapped themselves in the face.

Because, one day later.

An even more explosive news was published in the Daily Prophet.

"The mysterious man is back!" 》

In an instant, public opinion exploded.

How dare those parents who want to transfer schools dare to let their children leave Hogwarts.

After all, he is the person Voldemort fears most.

Hogwarts, where Dumbledore lives, may be the safest place on the entire European continent.

"Oh my God! It feels like the world is going to end!"

"Is the Second Wizarding War about to begin?"

"It's already started. Didn't you see that the Minister of Magic was killed by Death Eaters?"

In a few days, the British wizarding world was in turmoil.

All past attacks and mysterious invasions were regarded by wizards as precursors to Voldemort's return.

In this carnival of public opinion, everyone is a loser.

Only "The Quibbler" edited by Luna's father can be said to be Qin Shihuang touching the wires - win!

Because they were the first magazines to advocate the mysterious invasion and the cannibalism of the dead monsters.

Although most of them are made up by Mr. Lovegood, the reality is so unreasonable. A blind cat has hit a dead mouse.

Perhaps reality is so dramatic, but most of Mr. Lovegood's lies are more or less true.

How terrible.

After news of the Battle of Hogsmeade spread, their magazine sold out instantly.

Naturally, the Ministry of Magic can no longer sit back and watch Britain continue to be in chaos.

They quickly adjusted their strategy.

First, the new Minister of Magic takes office.

Barty Crouch, who was found in a tree hole in the Forbidden Forest, ascended to the throne of Minister of Magic.

The day after the Christmas break.

He is in the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic under Whitehall in London.

In front of the fountain, he delivered his inaugural speech.

Well—more of a declaration of war than an inaugural speech.

"My fellow wizards, my fellow wizards."

"The day before yesterday, December 31, 1993, on this sad day, unfortunately, we were attacked by Death Eaters, dark creatures, and some dark wizards with ulterior motives."

"In Hogsmeade!"

"Despite the valiant resistance of our Aurors, this disgraceful attack resulted in heavy losses.

I have to admit that in this long century, we have never fallen into such darkness for a period of time.

Even the first wizard war. "

“Now we have no choice but to have blood on our hands.

If the wizarding world does not want to see St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries become our last bastion, then we will have no choice but to rise up and resist! "

"We want to tell those crazy dark wizards! Our people are not weak, our Aurors are not weak, and our Ministry of Magic is not weak.

If they continue to attack, then we will only have to fight an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

We need to tell them! The British wizard will rely on his own power of justice to win the final victory!

We will fight on the sea, we will fight on the land, we will fight in every city, in every alley.

We will fight in the fields, we will fight in the mountains, and we will never surrender! ! !

That is, I absolutely do not believe that such a thing would happen.

Even if this country or most of the area is occupied by the enemy and falls into chaos, then we still have Hogwarts Castle and the entire Indian Empire. That, too, will continue to fight.

Until Merlin thinks that the time is right, the new world will come with vigorous power to save and liberate the old world that has been ravaged by the enemy!

Now—my countrymen!

Wizards of the British Empire!

In my capacity as the United Kingdom’s Minister for Magic, I declare:

From now on, the "Unforgivable Curses Restriction Act" in the British wizarding world has been lifted, and the country has officially entered a state of emergency! Anyone, any wizard, any little wizard, can use all magic spells that can cause damage to enemies without limit!

We will do whatever it takes, regardless of casualties! "

Barty Crouch finished speaking.

The golden hall immediately burst into deafening applause and cheers.

Countless flash lights hit him.

In a daze, he seemed to be the savior of this troubled world.

The tall and serious figure gave those ordinary people a powerful psychological shock.

More and more people believe that under the leadership of this tough new Minister of Magic, they can win this war.

Soon, this massive inauguration speech was transmitted back to Hogwarts.

The Daily Prophet used five sections to constantly exaggerate the courage and pride of British wizards.

From a purely public opinion level, this is indeed very encouraging.

Even the little wizards at Hogwarts felt a huge surge of confidence spreading from their hearts.

Anyway, I finally saw a little light in this dark night.

Dumbledore's reaction was different from the general public.

Owen and Harry witnessed Barty Crouch and Dumbledore arguing loudly in a corridor of Hogwarts.

They happened to meet.

The old headmaster seemed to be very dissatisfied with the new tough Paramantic Minister of Magic regarding the lifting of the Unforgivable Curse Restriction Act.

Harry and the others didn't understand this.

They thought there were good things in the world, but Owen knew what the old principal was worried about.