I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Hey! Owen, here-"

Ron noticed Owen and Luna walking in together.

Then he waved his hands enthusiastically.

As he got closer, he realized that Owen was accompanied by an acquaintance.

It was Mr. Ober Bennie of the Ministry of Magic.

An employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"What is he here for?" The little wizard has always been unfriendly to this Ministry of Magic official who 'acted' to scare them.

Yes, Mr. Ober Bennie has admitted that it was a play between him and Ravenclaw in the second year.

He is a Ravenclaw himself, so he has no reason to refuse.

In short, this reason is very far-fetched. Regardless of whether other young wizards believe it or not, Owen believes it anyway.

And as long as he believes it, everyone else will believe it.

This is not because of his great prestige, but mainly because under his ‘education of love’, they have to believe it even if they don’t believe it!

——

"What do you think?" Owen came over and sat down with them, "Dog Godfather was almost killed."

"The Ministry of Magic sent someone to inquire."

"Actually, it's just an apology."

Mr. Ober Bennie, like most current Ministry of Magic officials, has messy hair and deep-set eyes with serious dark circles.

The skin on his face was dull, and there was a pimple on his forehead.

It can be seen that he has not had a good rest for a long time.

"We haven't written a complaint yet." Ron was stunned. How did the Ministry of Magic know?

"Old Raymond came to the ministry to surrender." Ober Benny walked over and explained simply, "He learned the fact that Sirius was innocent from the newspaper and couldn't bear to go through it. He came to the ministry early this morning. He surrendered."

"I have to talk to Sirius quickly," he said, "and then go home and sleep!"

Turn around and leave.

In a hurry.

"Why did he surrender?" Looking at Mr. Ober's leaving figure, Ron asked in confusion, "Isn't the law allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse? And Sirius will not pursue it.

Besides, his spell skills are so bad, even if he uses the Killing Curse, it won't have much power. "

"Haha, do you think everyone else is as heartless as you?" Owen sat, picked up a piece of bread, and spread it thickly with jam.

"Some people can't stand the inner torture. They are too kind."

"By the way, what are you talking about?"

"We're talking about Sirius's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Hermione replied. "Harry is worried that Malfoy will cause trouble in class."

"He wouldn't dare." Ron said confidently.

"That's not necessarily true." Owen took a bite of bread and said jokingly, "Malfoy's mother is Sirius's cousin, and Malfoy is his nephew."

"Huh?" Harry looked sideways at Owen. This was the first time he knew that Malfoy and Sirius had such a relationship.

"Tch~ What does this mean? My mother and Sirius are also cousins." Ron said disdainfully.

"Then I'm his nephew too!"

He raised his head with pride and a disdainful expression on his face.

As if this is not a commendable status.

Then he saw Harry's puzzled eyes, and then Ron explained: "My grandma is a member of the Black family - haha ​​- she became famous by the Black family after she married my grandfather - pure-blood families intermarry with each other. It’s nothing, I’m sure, Harry, your family must have been married to the Black family before.”

"Hi! You really guessed it right this time, Ron." Owen took the last bite of the bread in his hand, and then swallowed the last piece with the jam on the spoon. "Harry's great-grandfather was the one he married. A member of the Black family.”

"In terms of seniority, Harry, your father James is two rounds older than Sirius, so he can be his second uncle."

"It's a pity that now you call him godfather, Zizhen - what an unpredictable fate!"

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head. This complicated relationship made him feel dizzy.

So, are he and Ron still related?

"Don't be so surprised. The circle of wizards is so big. Who is not related by blood? Neville. Ron, you, Hannah, Luna, Malfoy, as long as they are wizards from the 28th Holy Family, they are all related by blood. ."

"Hey, Owen, our family is not the 28th Holy Family. Did you know that we were expelled? Expelled." Ron raised the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully, "Whoever cares to stay in that Holy Family, they are sick. , and the illness is not serious."

"Yes, they are indeed very ill." Owen said with the same disdain.

Because he also has a pureblood surname.

That was his mother's last name.

Rozier.

He doesn't know what this last name can bring him.

"Pure blood - it's indeed a mess." Hermione squinted her eyes, her gaze passing over Harry Ron and Malfoy in the distance.

This was also the first time she knew that these three people had this kind of relationship.

"Come to think of it, Miss Granger is probably the person with the purest blood, and it has nothing to do with anyone!" Owen said casually and quickly.

But the next second, it was Hermione's unkind gaze.

What do you mean, you guy?

It's saying that they are all in-laws, and I am an outsider, right?

"But it's not necessarily true. Maybe some of his ancestors are wizards, or they are squibs born in that pure-blood family. If you look up, everyone is actually in-laws. The circle of wizards is so big."

Perhaps sensing Hermione's unkind look, Owen changed his voice and quickly called her in again.

"So, in terms of blood, bloodline, and even DNA, almost all wizards in this world are related by blood. There are no pure-blood or Muggle-born wizards at all, because pure blood is absolutely impure, and Muggles are definitely not pure. People born in the family may not necessarily all be Muggles. After all, if they are pure-blooded Muggles, how can a wizard emerge from their descendants? Magic power comes from genetic mutations."

Owen said a lot again.

Unfortunately, the only person present who really understood it was probably Hermione. Harry could understand what genes were, but he definitely couldn't understand what DNA was.

"Owen——"

While eating, suddenly Professor McGonagall hurried over at the door of the auditorium.

Her face was heavy, as if she was anxious about something.

"Uh-Professor?"

Owen shrank his neck slightly, and his mind automatically began to retrieve all his experiences during this period.

He hasn't done anything bad recently!

Ahem - mainly because Christmas has just ended and he is still recovering.

He is always ready.

But I haven't done anything bad recently.

"Come here." Professor McGonagall waved towards him, and then pulled him out of the auditorium in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, Professor, the sky is falling? The ground is sinking? Voldemort is back again?"

"No." Professor McGonagall glanced at him angrily, "It's your family's business."

"???"

"Our family?" Owen touched his head and stared at Professor McGonagall blankly, "Is there a fire in the Sphynter Orphanage?"

"It's not an orphanage, it's the Rozier family." Professor McGonagall took him to the entrance to the principal's office on the third floor and explained as he walked, "Remember the Federation member who died unexpectedly in Hogsmeade?" Vice president?"

"I know, what's wrong?" Owen said calmly, "She is from the Rozier family?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall looked at Owen deeply, and then continued, "The Rozier family is a family with a very long history. They have blood descendants all over the world."

"Yeah." Owen nodded.

is not that right.

The British Rozier was killed by him.

Right in Azkaban

"This family is passed down from France. The deceased Ms. Swann was the mistress of the French Rozier family."

"So?" Owen Xiaoxiong spread his hands, and then suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Don't you mean to say that after her death, I will be the only heir to the French Rozier family?"

"No - it was Ms. Swann who left the Rozier family inheritance to you."

"ha?"

"You're even more unreliable than me being the only one in France's Rozier. I don't even know her. Why should she leave her inheritance to me just because I'm handsome?" Owen's head was full of questions, "And I'm Half-blood! Aren’t they a pure-blood family? Can they still like someone like me?”

"I don't know that." Professor McGonagall said, and then said the password to an ugly giant stone beast in front of her: "Bloody Lollipop."

"Go ahead, someone is waiting for you up there."

The professor had no intention of following.

Owen, on the other hand, stepped onto the crack in the wall alone and a spiral staircase appeared.

——Soon, he arrived at the eighth floor.

After pushing open the shiny oak door, he walked into the office.

"Oh, Hello."

He didn't see Dumbledore, only a stranger sitting awkwardly on a chair next to a table covered with all kinds of weird and evil things.

"I'm, Irving, uh--Irving Rozier."

"Hello. I am the Federation's liaison. Basil Pierre."

That's a young man. He was wearing a black robe and a gray bow tie.

He has short brown hair, black eyes, and glasses.

Looks quite elegant.

It has an elegant temperament that can only be nurtured by the soil in the Far East.

Of course, it would be better if his eyes didn't look up and down randomly.

"Eat some candy," Owen said, pointing to the pile of cockroaches on the dinner plate.

"No - no need." The man was a little nervous. He stood up, walked away from the plate of cockroaches, and then walked towards Owen with a reserved smile.

He slowly took out a stack of parchment scrolls from his pocket.

Then keep folding it in half and opening it, repeating this process several times.

Finally, he took out a ten-inch piece of ancient magic parchment.

"This is the contract left by President Swan to the Rozier family. By signing it, you will become the only legal heir of this family."

"No - no, don't worry." Owen decisively did not reach out.

Just kidding, this is a magical world.

In the Muggle world, signing a contract haphazardly means selling oneself at best.

Signing a blind contract here would be selling your soul.

He didn't want to die working for Satan.

"Let me take a look first." He took the thick magic parchment from Basil's hand.

Then he looked at it carefully.

Just looking at it made his eyes hurt.

Because this is not the magic contract he imagined at all.

But a family tree.

A family tree made of strange materials.

It was hard to the touch, but looked like parchment.

He slowly opened it, and the next moment the originally brown paper turned into a blue-gray color, like some kind of metal.

Immediately afterwards, a family tree slowly grew.

That is a huge rose tree.

The branches and vines spread quickly.

Each rose is engraved with a name, and just for a moment, the rose tree looks like a grapevine. It occupied the entire table, but it hasn't stopped yet and is still growing.

"Oh! Merlin's beard poked me."

On the high wall, there was a portrait of the principal, who suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

"I'm sorry, Principal Dippet." The growing roses touched the portrait.

Dumbledore's former headmaster exclaimed.

"Child, is this your family?" Another principal spoke.

"Yes, Headmaster Derwent." Delis Derwent, the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

A famous witch in the wizarding world.

She gave up her position as the principal of Hogwarts in order to devote herself to rescuing the injured.

"The Rozier family?"

There was a voice coming from another portrait.

Owen raised his head when he heard the sound, and then he saw the wizard who looked somewhat similar to Sirius.

Phineas Nigellus Black.

Sirius's great-great-grandfather.

He was the first headmaster to graduate from Slytherin House.

There was a strong sense of pride in Slytherin and later the second Headmaster of Slytherin House, Severus Snape.

However, his reputation was extremely poor, and he was called the most annoying principal in history by young wizards.

But during his fifty-nine years in office, the principal was not without achievements. Like Professor Dumbledore, he trained the first Dark Lord of Hogwarts in his hands.

Yes, that fifth-year Hogwarts transfer student got dark power from right under his nose.

"Yes sir." Owen said calmly.

"Hmph! You rude brat, you call them principal and call me sir?" Phineas glared at Owen with his cloudy eyes.

"Okay, Principal Black, I am a descendant of the Rozier family."

"Humph, not only are they descendants of the Rozier family, they are also descendants of Druella's sister." He seemed to have noticed a certain name on the family tree.

Owen also followed his gaze, and sure enough he saw the name among a cluster of flowers.

Druella Rozier, with a green leaf next to it that says, Signus Black.

Belonging to the same branch as her was another extremely conspicuous name, Wenda Rozier.

The branches above them correspond to two names respectively,

Hodel Rozier.

Swan Rozier.

Underneath, his mother's name was prominently listed. On a flower that was originally more gorgeous than other roses, the golden stamens woven a name, Gabrielle Ventini Rozier.

Eventually the flowers stopped growing.

It finally grew tips.

His name is also woven with the last rose and stamen.

Owen Undine Rozier.

"."

To be honest, seeing such a huge family really gave Owen a headache.

However, although his head was a mess, he quickly found a piece of thread in the paste, and then he finally realized a direction.

He had a slight impression of the name Signus.

They seem to be Sirius's grandparents.

I can't remember clearly, I'll ask later.

But if this is true, it doesn't mean that his mother and Sirius' father are the same generation.

Then isn't he just like Ron, who is the same generation as Sirius?

(Ron's father is one generation older than his mother. So Arthur is Sirius' uncle and Molly is his cousin.)

Knock - what a mess!

We are all Harry Potter's uncles.

Depend on!

Hey - who would have thought of this.

Also, Sirius’ seniority is really low!

The friend he was with, James, was two generations older than him. Professor Lupin didn't know, but he must be higher than him.

As for Harry - now that he is Sirius's godson, his seniority is even lower.

I picked up a nephew for nothing.

hehe.

“I didn’t expect that the bullshit I boasted before actually came true.”

Previously, because he boasted about being brothers with Sirius in Azkaban, he chased Harry and asked him to call him uncle.

No need to blow now.

He has truly become an uncle.

"Ahem - well, what should I do now?" As he said this, Owen looked at the federation liaison officer with some confusion.

But who would have thought.

There was more in that blurred look than there was in his eyes.

"Forehead--"

"Idiot, pour your blood onto the flower with your name engraved on it." On the ceiling, Principal Black looked at Owen as if he were an idiot.

"Are you really a member of that family?"

"Don't you know this common sense about pure-blood families?"

"My bastard son, Ta-meow." Owen responded angrily as he blew up his truck.

I'm a country boy, so how can I understand the rules of your pure-blood family's high-walled compound?

As he spoke, he stretched out his left index finger, and then looked at the portrait on the ceiling with suspicion, "That Principal Black, are you sure it's blood? This isn't some evil ritual of selling one's soul."

"That's enough." Sirius's great-great-grandfather puffed his beard and looked at Owen with a glare, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, not the dark wizard of Azkaban."

"Don't worry, child, this is not an evil ritual." At this time, another portrait said, it was Principal Delise Derwent, "This is the family's way of confirming the true heir. Every family is different, but the more... Ancient families are more related to blood.

You can look carefully at your family tree to see if some of the flowers are different from others. "

"different?"

With the guidance of Principal Delise Derwent, Owen looked carefully again and found that they were both roses.

But there are two very obvious differences in the size and color of the roses on the family tree.

One is a very small rose like a rose, and the color is lighter.

These make up the majority.

Others, which are rare in number, have huge petals and brighter colors, such as roses that can drip blood, standing proudly among other roses.