I, Hogwarts Second Week

Single style.

It will only make people feel that the culture of wizards is really lacking.

Therefore, almost all of Owen's clothes are made by Muggles, and he is a senior customer of a major British clothing factory.

Be at the forefront of international fashion and embrace high-end and tasteful life. A promising young wizard in the new era who refuses the narrow-mindedness of wizards.

(The real reason is that Muggle clothes are cheaper than wizard clothes.)

(Pounds are often available, but gold galleons are not. It is wise to save galleons and spend pounds.)

Of course, Muggle clothes just don't wear well.

Therefore, his shoes are usually dragon leather boots produced by wizards.

No matter how hard it is, I can’t bear to wear shoes!

"Oh! No, child, we will not put the mysterious man's face on our head." Although the old witch looked very scary, just like those old witches in fairy tales.

But in fact, her behavior is quite elegant and her conversation is very noble.

A sense of history unique to a pure-blood family came over me.

"You are Harry Potter, right?" She suddenly looked at Harry carefully, and then stretched out a hard-working, eagle-clawed hand, "Your parents are also heroes, and you have perfectly inherited their parents' legacy. Advantages, I heard about you in the newspaper, and you defeated the mysterious man, right?"

"Neville thinks very highly of you."

"Neville?" Harry shook her hand.

At this time, Sirius's voice suddenly came from their right side, "Mrs. Lombard?"

Sirius walked over step by step, "It seems you know them."

"Harry, Owen, Ron, and Hermione. They are all Neville's classmates."

"Yes, I know them. Neville told me about them." Mrs. Longbottom noblely extended her hand to them all and shook hands with them one by one.

Only when shaking hands with Owen, she paused for a moment, "Neville told me that you are the most outstanding student in the history of Hogwarts. You can even fight the curse with the professors. He said: You gave He was a great help. I can see that the child has made amazing progress in magic. He can actually cast the Patronus Charm. He is so young - even his father has never achieved such a feat at this age."

"Neville is already very talented, and may be weak in spells, but his talent in herbology is unparalleled. Professor Sprout even wants him to be transferred to Hufflepuff so that he can pick her up. Ben." Owen said very politely, after all, she is Neville's grandma! He was still given face, and besides, he didn't lie. In the future, Neville would indeed become the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts.

"As for the Patronus Curse, I have to thank the Ministry of Magic for sending the dementors to Hogwarts, and thank those dark creatures for providing all support except help."

"That's really not a good idea." Mrs. Lombard said empathetically.

When it comes to one of the darkest creatures in the wizarding world, the dementors, no one likes that stuff.

"The Ministry of Magic is still as stupid as ever." Sirius said unceremoniously.

After his words fell, Mrs. Lombard gave him a high look. She seemed to know that Sirius was wrongly accused, so she didn't care about his cynicism.

An innocent person has been locked up in Azkaban for more than ten years. If he doesn't even have the right to complain and curse, then the world is too cruel.

"Madam, can I go see them?" As he spoke, Sirius suddenly whispered in a deep voice.

"Of course~"

Mrs. Lombard did not refuse, then turned around and led them towards the wards at the deepest part of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, they walked into an unknown door.

Compared with Professor Luping's place, where there was an endless stream of people visiting, this place seemed much deserted.

In the ward, everything was white, and even the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside.

There are no entertainment facilities, only cold treatment equipment.

There are two patients in the room.

Of course there were originally three, and the third one was of course that idiot Lockhart.

However, due to Owen's interference, Lockhart's memory in this world was not erased, so he was admitted to the lowest level of Azkaban instead of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

I don't know if he is still alive now.

Harry recognized the woman in pajamas who walked around the ward like a rootless ghost at a glance. She no longer had the round and happy face like Moody's picture of the earliest members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Her face is now thin and haggard, her eyes are extremely large, her hair is white, messy and dry. She didn't seem to want to speak, or was unable to speak, and she was gesturing timidly, holding something in her hand.

As for the wizard, he was lying quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and muttering to himself.

"They are my son and daughter-in-law." Mrs. Lombard looked arrogantly at the little wizards aside and said, "They were tortured crazy by the mysterious man's men."

"They are Aurors, very respected in the magical world." She continued, "They are very talented and passed the Ministry of Magic Auror exam at a young age. Alas - Alice sat down and was careful to be moved. "

"Oh my God!" Hermione's eyes widened. He looked at the two wandering souls in front of him in disbelief.

Harry and Ron also looked uncomfortable.

Especially Harry. In the photo album Hagrid gave him, there was a photo of early members of the Order of the Phoenix. Because of his parents, Harry almost had that photo engraved in his mind.

The two people in the photo have round and plump cheeks, cuddling happily together, holding hands, and looking at the camera with a smile.

But now - their sallow complexions are completely different from those back then.

"This is all my fault." Sirius murmured painfully.

Seeing his comrades who once fought side by side being tortured to this point by his cousin made him feel more uncomfortable than anyone else.

At this time, he recalled what Owen once said to him.

If he hadn't been so impulsive back then, if he could have been rational and continued to guard against those Death Eaters, if he could have done more.

Maybe this won't happen.

"No, it's not your fault, Blake, you did your best." Mrs. Lombard was a little tired. She had endured more pressure than anyone else over the years. "I'm proud of them for sacrificing their health and sanity."

"They are heroes," Sirius murmured.

The tone was even more painful than before.

Because of Mrs. Lombard’s words, ‘You did your best’.

After everyone learns his story, they will say with emotion, you have tried your best, you have tried your best.

But they don't know that what they are most afraid of hearing is: you have tried your best.

Because only he knows that he didn't try his best.

He should try harder.

Just like Owen said to him in Azkaban, he was hiding in prison not to atone for his sins, but to escape. He couldn't stand the fact that his best friend was killed because of his own mistakes.

He couldn't stand the miserable ending of his current comrades.

If he hadn't learned that Peter was still alive, and if he hadn't been worried about Harry's safety, he should have died in Azkaban.

——Sirius will never forgive himself.

Even if everyone, James personally forgives him.

He couldn't forgive himself either.

Because the pain will not be reduced by forgiveness.

Whenever he thought of the happy and unforgettable summer vacation in Godric's Hollow, the pain would become more and more painful like a wave.

"Well, there's nothing to see." Mrs. Lombard sighed. "Now that you have regained your freedom and are capable, you must live up to the responsibilities you shoulder. Black, don't be carried away by anger again."

Several people exited the room.

When the old lady left, Hermione said with tears in her eyes: "It turns out that I never knew about Neville's parents."

"I don't know either." Ronan's voice was hoarse.

"Me too," Harry said sadly, "I just knew that the two of them were tortured crazy by Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse, but I didn't know that they were Neville's parents."

"Hagrid told me about the members of the original Order of the Phoenix. I have a photo of them."

"The Cruciatus Curse?" Hermione said in horror, her eyes couldn't stop looking at Owen, which reminded her of a dark wizard that Owen had tortured.

"Look what I'm doing, doesn't that idiot deserve it?" Owen naturally knew what Hermione was thinking.

He replied directly.

"I now know that there is a reason why those spells are unforgivable. It has brought disaster to so many families," she said.

"But even if these three spells don't exist, there will be other black magic to take their place. Even if you ban all black magic, there are still common spells like the Cutting Curse that can kill people. Even if you ban all of these, There is also a floating spell that can knock people to death.

Even if you ban wizards from casting spells, there are still Muggle weapons and all kinds of firearms that can kill people faster than spells. What are you going to do next? Ban all murderous weapons?

Will this bring peace?

No, no, they still have sticks, stones, fists, and teeth.

Humanity's struggle can never end.

Because hatred comes from the human heart, and the human heart is unpredictable. "

Owen whispered, "But the three unforgivables are indeed different from other types of black magic."

His words caused everyone to fall into deep thought. It took a long time for only Hermione to react, "What's the difference?"

"The three Unforgivable Curses all work on the soul."

"The Cruciatus Curse is no exception." Owen explained, "Why the Cruciatus Curse is so painful is because it destroys a person's soul."

"Neville's parents are not so much tortured to madness as their souls are broken."

"Is there a way to fix it?" Hermione blurted out.

"There is still a way." Owen silently took out his wand, "I wanted to try it just now, but because Mrs. Lombard was here, I was worried that if it didn't work, she would be disappointed again, and the old man would have a hard time. not easy."

He put the wand against his brain and pulled out a strand of silver.

Then, he scattered the silver threads and said silently: "Calling the gods to protect you!"

The next moment, a little phoenix, much smaller than usual, flew out of the silver mist.

Like a swallow, it flew through the air and sank back into the room with the closed door.

There, Owen clearly saw two weak and broken souls in the room through the eyes of the patron saint.

As expected, what Owen saw were two extremely powerful patron saints, huddled together like a cocoon, wrapping the broken soul inside without leaving a single crack.

This is probably the body's protective mechanism.

he guessed.

Thinking about it, as if he were freeing those who had died, the patron saint sent down gentle emotions, which were part of his soul.

As little bits of golden light fell, the two patron saints had their own reactions.

They looked up weakly at Owen, their eyes filled with confusion, doubt, and even more vigilance.

Irving didn't care. It would be nice if there was a reaction, but he was afraid there wouldn't be any reaction.

With that said, he controlled the phoenix to fly back to the corridor.

"It can be cured, but it can't be done now. It still takes time." Owen's closed eyes reopened.

Seeing this, Hermione on the side asked hurriedly, "Why, if you had the ability to save those poor people, you should do it immediately instead of continuing to wait."

"Okay, Miss Granger." Owen glared at Hermione angrily, "Do you want to drain me dry and stuff it into Neville's parents' bodies?"

"Do you think soul energy is like Hogwarts' leeks? Cut and grow again?"

"That consumes all my essence, sir!" Owen continued: "Do you think you were dealing with the dead before, to seduce them a little and make them accept their own death?"

"Do you want to see them die?"

"No! Then don't say such stupid things again!"

Owen scolded Hermione, and the little witch was silenced and said nothing.

She didn't take it to heart. She was used to being ridiculed. Today's attack power was not enough!

"Oh! Okay!" She said in a deep voice, then lowered her head and became silent.

On the side, Sirius looked at Owen thoughtfully, and then spoke slowly.

"Should I get you a Christmas present?"

"Although I don't want to give it at all, you have saved Harry several times after all."

"Don't force yourself. Forget it if you don't want to give it. At worst, I won't save Harry next time." Owen spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

"Uh-" Harry, who was shot inexplicably, stared at Owen helplessly.

This guy just refuses to admit defeat. He has never seen Irving admit defeat.

"It's better to save him if he can." Harry underestimated in a low voice.

"." Sirius was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "Come with me!"

After saying goodbye to Professor Lupine.

The group left the hospital.

Standing on the empty street with a sudden light snowfall, Sirius told them, "I want to go to an unpleasant place first. That place is not connected to the Floo Network."

"An unpleasant place?" Harry paused.

"Yes, although I don't really want to go back, there is really nothing more suitable than those things as a Christmas gift for Owen and Hermione."

"How can we get through without the Floo Network?" Ron asked.

Sirius, on the other hand, took out his wand without thinking, and then the tip of the wand lit up with fluorescence and stood upright in front of him.

While Harry was dazed, something suddenly seemed to squeeze out of the thin air in the distance.

The four people hurriedly dodged, and the Knight Bus stopped where they had just stood, with a deafening sound.

Conductor Stan Sampark jumped onto the sidewalk, also took out his wand, and looked at them cautiously.

It wasn't until he saw Harry's face clearly that he regained his enthusiasm and came over.

"Harry Potter~! You are Harry Potter, the hero who saves the world again! I recognized the scar on your forehead!" Stan became excited, and he shouted happily: "You know? It's all over the newspaper They are all photos of you, photos of you and the mysterious man’s stalemate.”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of "Daily Prophet" from his arms. On it, Harry's photo can be seen in detail on the front page, in the most prominent position.

It was when he connected with Voldemort's wand flashback spell.

You don't have to guess that the photo was taken by Colin. The little guy didn't know how much money he had cheated the Daily Prophet this time.

"Can you sign your name for me?" With that, Stan panted heavily and raised his left arm, regardless of the cold wind and the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero.

Revealing sallow, rough, dirty skin.

He pointed to his left hand and said, "Sign it right here."

"Uh" Stan looked around excitedly, while Harry looked embarrassed.

This was the first time he met such enthusiastic fans.

And he actually didn't feel like he had done anything.

It was Dumbledore and Grindelwald who drove away Voldemort, and in that battle, if anyone really saved the Aurors and poor wizards in Hogsmeade, it had to be Owen.

His contribution goes far beyond himself.

But - Dumbledore said that the current wizarding world was not ready to face the truth, so he did not publicize Owen's achievements, which made him feel guilty.

I always feel like I've taken credit from Irving.

"Please, just sign, it won't take long." Stan pressed forward step by step, but Harry was confused and had to keep retreating.

"Get away!" Sirius on the side grabbed Stan's collar with one hand and pushed it aside.

Owen stared at Harry with some gloating.

Then he got into the car with Hermione.

There were very few passengers on the bus.

There were only two other people besides the driver.

They were all lying on beds with brass pillars as if sleeping.

Owen reached out his wand in advance and transformed into several metal chains, locking the bed he was sitting on to the car.

"Hey, buddy, you're famous again." Ron said to Harry with an envious look on his face.

"Although you were already famous, you are even more famous now."

"I don't want to be famous at all!" Harry said angrily.

Sitting on the bed and sulking.

Sampac, who followed, seemed not to be frightened at all by Sirius' rudeness just now.

He was still talking happily to them.

He continued to ask Harry to give him his autograph.

But Harry just ignored him.

Ten minutes later.

The Knight Bus stopped in the middle of a small square covered with tangled weeds.

The sudden braking caused the other two wizards on the bed to stumble and spin.

One of them was thrown off the bed.

Like a meat bomb, he rushed towards Sampac, who was still chattering.

"retribution."