I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 209 Rozier——Always the winner.

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

Like the flowers that made up Swann Rozier, Wenda Rozier, and her mother.

All larger and more colorful than the others.

Gradually Owen understood.

The so-called heir is the person who leads the family, like the head of the family, and their flowers are bigger.

Other common family members are smaller.

In addition, he also noticed that the rose stamens that made up Wenda were not golden, but white.

What does this mean?

"That means being removed from the family."

Principal Black seemed to see the confusion in Owen's eyes as he stared at Wenda's rose.

"The unique labeling method of the Rozier family."

“The white represents removal and the removal of the flowers represents severing ties with her.”

"So that's it!" Owen nodded.

As a layman, he really didn't know much about these pure-blood families.

He's not even as good as Sirius in this regard.

Although he betrayed Black, he at least had access to family knowledge.

"Live and learn until you are old!" He said in an inexplicable mocking tone.

Use the wand to carefully recite the cutting spell to control the magic power accurately.

He poked a small hole with his index finger.

"Ah~~~I'm hurt, I'm hurt!" He held his index finger, and then wiped the blood that could not drip off on the stamen of the rose that represented himself.

"You have to go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a potion to clean it up."

"Already healed!" roared a voice from Principal Black's portrait.

Principal Delise Derwent also laughed out loud.

"Oh! It's really healed." Owen rubbed his fingers. Except for a little bit of blood stains that were almost negligible, no blood could be seen continuing to flow out.

And the flower stained with his blood suddenly bloomed.

It suddenly grew bigger, as if someone had pushed it away.

The feeling is like a rose flower turning into a rose.

"Wow!" Owen looked at the family tree in front of him in surprise, "How did it identify that the blood belonged to the person, and how did it confirm that the person was from the Rozier family?"

He looked at it with eager eyes. The magic technology contained in the thing in front of him was definitely not low.

Unfortunately, his question went unanswered.

Not all headmasters seem to have made outstanding contributions to alchemy like Dumbledore.

"Okay. I can write to Nick." As he said that, he turned to look at the federation liaison officer, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"I" Mr. Basil, with clear stupidity shining in his brown eyes.

It's just that it's written on my face that I don't know anything, so don't ask anything.

Yes, this is a very pure courier.

Owen sighed, not expecting to ask anything else from him.

"So what's the use of this heir? I thought that from now on, my brother will be prosperous and have endless gold galleons." Owen complained silently, then glanced at the pillar beside him and said to him calmly. , "Have a casual meal downstairs?"

"Okay!" As soon as he talked about eating, Mr. Basil immediately became energetic.

The two eyes refocused from daze.

It looked like he had his goggles on.

Haha - he is still a pure cook!

He bent down and put away the family tree belonging to the Rozier family. It was very magical. When his fingers just touched the blue-gray paper, the rose tree seemed to go back in time like crazy, and then slowly returned to the paper. Inside.

"Amazing, really amazing." He sighed and picked it up.

"Well, it can be seen that they definitely hired a master of alchemy when making this family tree. Or was there an alchemy master in the previous Rozier family?"

As he spoke, Owen refolded the family tree, folded it in half several times, and put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to leave, a small, palm-sized card fell out of the family tree.

"This is?" A huge rose bloomed on the white gold-rimmed card.

The stamens of the rose form a magic wand.

There is a sentence printed below - elegance never goes out of style.

Could this be the family motto of the Rozier family?

Owen guessed, turning over the card.

————To Owen Undine Rozier

When you read this letter, Dumbledore probably won!

But I didn’t lose either.

Right, a kid named Owen.

——Swan Salimanda Rozierliu.

"This" smells of conspiracy and weirdness.

A few short sentences seem to indicate that the witch named Swann is trying to fight against Dumbledore. But she failed.

It was obvious that she had lost her life.

But she said she had not failed.

and called his name.

This means that although she failed, the Rozier family did not fail, because no matter what, the blood of this family flows in his body. Among the four forces in the magical world, the Federation, Saints, Death Eaters, Now add him, Hogwarts.

This family has tentacles in almost every force.

In other words, no matter which force wins in the end, the Rozier family will be invincible.

And now that she has given up the position of head of the family to herself, is she saying that she is more optimistic about Dumbledore?

"A boring family dispute." Owen chuckled, then put the card back into his pocket.

"Mediocrity is the root of all evil. Reaching out everywhere will only arouse the disgust of everyone."

He said something incomprehensible to himself.

Then the smile returned to his face.

Owen beckoned Mr. Basil to leave the office and go to the auditorium.

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Walking on the spiral staircase, young Basil's eyes never stopped looking around. His eyes kept passing by the portraits on the wall, the shining sky on the ceiling, and the spiral staircase at his feet. All very interested.

"Which school did you graduate from?"

You can tell by his appearance that he is definitely not a Hogwarts student.

"Ilvermorny." He said blankly, his eyes still looking everywhere.

"Oh! Look, sister."

Owen pretended to be surprised and said, "That's a good place. I heard that there is a snake tree in your school, and its leaves have powerful medical effects."

"Yes, that is our Ilvermorny treasure." Mr. Basil said proudly.

He gradually withdrew his gaze, and the novel expression on his face was taken over by an inexplicable sense of superiority.

As an outstanding graduate of Ilvermorny, in this strange school, he must show something, otherwise he will be looked down upon by others.

Mr. Basil thought so.

"There are many treasures in Hogwarts. The relics left by the four founders are each legendary magic props. The spiral staircase under our feet is the founder of Ravenclaw, Rowena Ra. Built by Winclaw, there are many mysterious places in the castle." Owen saw the gentleman's superiority in his eyes.

The debate between father and son slightly arose in my heart.

Although the position of father and son has been reversed in the British Empire, this is not the case in the wizarding world. The wizarding world in the United States has developed rapidly over the years. After World War II, it has attracted wizards from other regions just like the country established by Muggles in that land.

Today it is even more prosperous than the British Wizarding World.

However, although the British Ministry of Magic has begun to decline, it is still one of the best magical governments in the world. It has a profound foundation and archaeological research ensures that it has some advantages.

Although this advantage passes quickly.

It won't be long before it will be surpassed by other countries.

But at least not now.

"I heard that the founder of Ilvermorny is from England!"

"You can look around. She is a descendant of Slytherin, the four founders of Hogwarts. She has dreamed of going to Hogwarts all her life. Unfortunately, she has a vicious aunt who prevents her from going to Hogwarts. tz, and later the lady fled to the United States. Based on the description of Hogwarts she heard from her aunt, and her own imagination, she built Ilvermorny, which also has four houses."

Owen introduced the history of Ilvermorny eloquently. These facts have long been lost in the long river of history.

The history of American magic only records that the founder of Ilvermorny came from England and was persecuted.

However, the specific events are not recorded in detail.

This is after Owen told the truth.

Mr. Basil's face suddenly became unhappy.

He may have felt offended by himself and his alma mater, even if everything Irving said was true.

"Ilvermorny is a great magic school. It cannot be slandered." He said seriously, looking at Owen with an evil look in his eyes. "It's the greatest magic school in the world."

“We are open and inclusive, and we are the first magic school to accept No-Maj wizards (American Muggles) to enter the academy.

We have been united against the Puritans in the New World for hundreds of years.

We are good at improving, whether it is North America or South America, whether it is traditional European magic or African gesture witchcraft, Ilvermorny is inclusive and innovative, and teaches more magic than you can learn in a lifetime. Mr. Basil said proudly.

His arrogant words caused constant criticism of the portraits on the walls.

"Arrogant boy! When Hogwarts was founded, your America was still swamps and hills!"

"I've never heard of Ilvermorny. Is it some sort of play school?"

"Didn't you hear what that kid said? Your founder still wants to enter Hogwarts to study! But she doesn't have the chance!"

Most of the murals in Hogwarts Castle depict wizards from England.

And they are all famous wizards who have made outstanding contributions. The quarrel made Mr. Basil blush, because he noticed that many of the characters in the portraits on the wall appeared in the textbooks he used when he was a student.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't just raise his hands and reveal the white chess piece.

After all, he is American, not French.

"Honestly, having a long history is nothing special," he said stiffly.

"I've heard of Hogwarts. Last year, the European Wizarding News published a news story, saying that a young wizard from Hogwarts defeated hundreds of dementors.

Humph - this is simply a big lie!

A little wizard of twelve or thirteen years old is considered excellent if he can make his wand light up even a little bit of the Patronus light - defeating hundreds of them is just nonsense!

It is obvious that this school does not teach its students what humility is. "

"Haha!!!" Mr. Basil's words successfully made the wizards in the portraits laugh so hard that they fell off their feet.

A medieval noblewoman even knocked over a precious teacup from the Ming Dynasty in the Far East.

But she didn't feel any pity at all. But tears of laughter flowed out.

"You boy who sits in a well and looks at the sky!" an old wizard sternly reprimanded.

"Hogwarts is the greatest wizarding school in the world." His high-pitched voice echoed down the stairs.

"Patronus Charm - you can grab any young wizard. If he doesn't know how to do it, you can take my portrait out of here and burn it!"

"Ho ho! Owen, show him a show and tell him to shut his mouth!"

At this time, a ghost suddenly came out of the wall.

That was Sir Nicholas of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick.

Since the Deathborn was destroyed, his soul power has returned to the petrified spirit body.

Without physical troubles, ghosts recover much faster than wizards.

"Jazz, you look just like you always did."

"Better than ever!" Nick waved his fist and made a muscle-flexing gesture.

"Quickly, let him open his eyes! This conceited guy!"

"No need! I can find anyone for this simple spell." As he said this, Owen's eyes swept across the rotating corridor and finally landed on Neville, who looked happy.

He was cheerful, as if his whole body was wrapped in honey.

"Hey, Neville, here's the Patronus Charm. This mediocre man from Ilvermorny doesn't believe that the little wizard from Hogwarts can use this spell."

"Huh?" Neville, who was preparing to eat in the auditorium, raised his head blankly.

He just received a letter from grandma.

His parents seemed to regain some consciousness, though not much, and his dad called his grandma by her name for the first time in twelve years.

Oh my God!

What a joy this is!

Neville, who was full of sweetness in his heart, did not question Owen. He took out his wand, waved it gently with his father's wand, and recited a spell.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The next second a majestic lion leaped out from the tip of his wand.

The roar of the tiger echoed throughout the entire staircase.

"Ho! A true Gryffindor!" Nick's eyes lit up and he commented enthusiastically.

In fact, Neville was not very successful in summoning a physical guardian.

Most of the time he can only summon a ball of light, although he has practiced this spell very hard. Owen guessed that this may be related to his experience.

Poor Neville lost the company of his parents when he was young, which left a huge hole in his heart.

And this also makes it harder for him to use the Patronus Charm than others.

"Oh my God!" Mr. Basil's eyes widened and he looked at Neville in disbelief.

A complete physical guardian angel, and it came from the hands of a child who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

How can this be!

For a moment, he felt as if part of his worldview had collapsed.

"But - although I admit that summoning a physical guardian at this age is quite impressive, but - those are hundreds of dementors." Although the tiger was majestic and close at hand, Mr. Basil was still quibbling.

He never believed that a young wizard could be so powerful that he could fight against the power of hundreds of dementors.

"Whatever you think!" Seeing that the gentleman was still insisting, Owen lost the intention to continue to argue with him.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

In this case, let him live in his own narrow world.

He then walked up to Neville and asked him what had happened recently.

The Gryffindor Sword Master smiled in response, but did not tell him the reason.

The two of them walked like this until they walked out of the spiral staircase.

"If I catch you experimenting with pranks on little wizards again, you two will pack your things and move out of Gryffindor Tower."

As soon as they entered the entrance hall in front of the auditorium, they met Professor McGonagall who was scolding the Weasley twins in front of the auditorium.

The professor looked stern.

The two Weasleys shivered.

"Huh? Are you done?" As if feeling someone coming from behind, Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Owen and Neville leading Mr. Basil.

"That's right! I brought Mr. Basil to the auditorium for dinner. Really, the president of the Federation didn't care about his subordinates at all. He just left them in the office casually, which chilled their hearts. ."

Owen said, and pronounced the word "eat" very carefully.

In an instant Mr. Basil's face grew darker.

It seemed like he was here to make a living.

"Albus doesn't know about this," Professor McGonagall explained.

"Then it's even more chilling. Mr. Basil has come all the way to Hogwarts, and he doesn't even know." As he spoke, Little Heizi changed his tone, "But fortunately, we Hufflepuffs all He is so warm-hearted. There is nothing he can do to make his customers go home hungry.”

He pointed far into the auditorium.

He said with fake enthusiasm, "You can sit down wherever you want, order a glass of juice of your choice, a steak and enjoy this pleasant afternoon."

"Of course, I don't know what happens to the little wizards in Ilvermorny, but the little wizards in Hogwarts are a little bit active. You may encounter some well-intentioned people during the meal. There is absolutely no malice at all." prank. Believe me, this is one way we welcome outsiders.

You know, as the oldest magic school in Europe, Hogwarts is different from those new schools that were established not long ago. Hogwarts has many invisible but real rules. You must abide by her. Of course, I believe Basil As a gentleman, he must understand and support us.

Maybe you don't know, but I've actually heard about your Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are also divided into four houses, right? I know about the Hydra House and the Thunderbird House. We are Hufflepuffs, yes. The college I am in is a very excellent, diligent, kind, sincere and friendly college. The most famous senior student is Mr. Newt Scamander. You should have heard of him. He is the author of the world-class book "Magic". The author of "Where the Animals Are", his wife is a witch from Ilvermorny, so it seems that we are very close.

Mrs. Scamander and Senior Newt get along very well, just like us today, we will definitely get along very happily! "