I, Hogwarts Second Week

The first day of summer vacation.

Owen was woken up early in the morning by a rapid knock on the door.

Then he heard Dobby's voice.

When he turned his head, hoping to fall asleep again, another voice came from the stairs.

Those were someone's footsteps.

Then there was the sound of his door being opened.

"Mr. Sanchez hasn't gotten up yet!" Dobby's high-pitched voice reached Owen's ears briskly with joy.

"Look~~~"

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"Hu~hu~"

Owen on the bed breathed out heavily.

His eyes trembled violently.

Then he finally couldn't hold it any longer and opened it.

He got up from the bed and roared: "You are sick! Are you sick? What are you doing so early in the morning!"

Angry howls filled the room.

Then he saw someone besides Dobby standing in front of the door.

The man had a gray beard, half-moon glasses, and a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea, making people sink in and unable to extricate themselves.

"Ho! I didn't expect you to like this style."

Hearing the sound, Owen quickly used the quilt to cover his kuchazi, which was embroidered with failed Man.

Then he suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and said: "I usually don't wear Kuchazi at home."

"Well, professor, what do you want from me?"

"I will send you a letter in the morning, but" the old principal picked up the breakfast prepared for him and a glass of fresh milk on the table in the room. He took a sip and nodded with satisfaction, "if I add some sugar, it will be better." alright."

"But you don't seem to have received it."

"How could I receive it this early in the morning?" Owen complained and stared at Dumbledore, completely unaware that the sun was now hanging high in the sky, and the light shining into the house was almost a line. This is when the sun's angle is at its highest.

"Okay, get up quickly!" he said.

"Ready for adventure."

"???"

"Adventure? What adventure? Who would go on an adventure on the first day of summer vacation!"

Owen, full of questions, slowly climbed out of bed, took a shower, changed into more casual clothes, and ate some leftover rice.

In depression, he followed Old Dengtou and apparated away from his warm home.

When his vision became clear again, he realized that his current location seemed to be on the beach.

The cold sea breeze blew his hair, and in the distant sky, the winter sun brought a faint, warm temperature, which made people feel very comfortable.

Much like the Channel in England near France.

Because the coastline there is full of cliffs hundreds of meters high.

"This is?"

Owen looked around curiously.

But they found that someone had arrived here early and was waiting for them.

"Hi! Owen!" Harry walked over cheerfully.

He held Owen's hand happily, "If I had known, I wouldn't have said goodbye yesterday."

On the other side, Sirius was also standing on the edge of the cliff, and with him was Kreacher.

Well - Owen immediately knew where he was now.

Where are they now?

".Why are you even here?"

Apart from these people, the thing that Owen couldn't accept the most was why Hermione was there.

If Harry is because of Sirius, then what about Hermione?

Why is she there?

"The future Minister of Magic! It's always good to have more knowledge." Professor Dumbledore said flatly, as if he also believed that Hermione would become the Minister of Magic under his tireless encouragement.

Of course, this is the old principal!

From the reasons he said, the truth must be eliminated first.

When Owen noticed Dumbledore's incomprehensible eyes flowing from him and Hermione, the truth of everything became clear.

What's wrong with you, the principal?

Is it okay to be so idle every day?

Owen, who deeply despised this kind of behavior, said in a deep voice, "What are we going to do?"

"Take Master home. I want to take Master Regulus home." Kreacher replied hoarsely with a bullfrog-like voice, which made him look quite nervous and looked like a crazy elf.

But both Owen and the people around him knew that it was not crazy, it just loved its little master.

"We will bring Regulus back." Dumbledore looked at Kreacher. "There is no doubt that he is a hero and deserves the honor that a hero deserves."

Having said that, standing on the edge of the cliff, the old principal waved his wand slightly. Slowly, the stone under his feet suddenly trembled slightly. Then, with the blessing of the transformation technique, rows of people suddenly appeared on the edge of the 90-degree cliff. Down the stairs.

The stairs are in a zigzag shape, stretching from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff.

"Let's go!" he said.

Looking at this scene, both Harry and Hermione were shocked.

Several people stepped onto the stone steps with admiration for magic.

Each piece seemed to be the same height, as regular as a knife and an axe, and - looking down at the spreading stone steps, they were even more shocked.

This kind of transformation magic is definitely not something ordinary people can use.

As they gradually got closer to the sea, the surrounding temperature also dropped rapidly. I don't know whether it was due to Voldemort's magic or the natural conditions here. The surrounding seawater was rough, and Owen even saw several whirlpools and reefs under the whirlpools.

There will definitely be no ships coming to this damn place. He thought to himself.

"Fortunately, we are here in the summer." Harry rubbed his arms, a mixture of nervousness and uneasiness on his face.

Arriving at the cave surface, a pungent salty smell surrounded the tips of their noses. The smell was particularly strong, and it didn't smell like the sea at all.

Because the sea water is constantly flowing, any smell will be diluted and dispersed by the sea. The strong salty smell will never be concentrated here like now.

However, neither Owen nor Dumbledore was surprised. After all, this was where Voldemort buried his Horcrux.

Some abnormalities are normal.

While coming down the stone steps, Kreacher began to ramble on about the love and hatred between Regulus and Voldemort.

Harry and Hermione were shocked by the story of the brave Slytherin who betrayed Voldemort and took away the Dark Lord's treasure.

It's a bit shameful to say, but the two of them, especially Harry, have always believed that Slytherin was specially designed to train dark wizards!

They walked slowly along a narrow gap with rocks under their feet. They talked and observed the surroundings, and soon came to a platform.

"Dead end?" Harry said doubtfully as he looked at the road surrounded by rock walls.

"Master, no." Kreacher said anxiously.

Ever since a few people came down, its entire face was radiant, and the joy on its face never stopped for a moment. He also respected everyone more and more.

"It's just a cover-up." Owen glanced at the stone wall, "Think about it, if this is really the cemetery Voldemort chose for himself, how can it not be protected by magic?"

"Then - how do you open it?" Hermione asked curiously. She looked at Owen almost subconsciously. She didn't know when this instinctive inquiry had penetrated deep into her bones. She always felt that Owen knew. He always knew the answer to everything, even if the question was so tricky that ordinary people would find it ridiculous.

Sometimes, she even felt that Owen knew more than Dumbledore.

Seeing Hermione asking Owen a question, Dumbledore rarely explained to them, but looked at the child with a smile. He was also looking forward to whether Owen really knew the answer to the stone wall in front of him.

“Isn’t that written on the wall?”

Owen rolled his eyes at Hermione, "Thank you for reading so many books!"

"Write?" The little witch was stunned and looked at the stone wall in front of her blankly. Unfortunately, she didn't notice anything except the gray stones.

"Magic! It's magic! My Miss Granger. Voldemort added magic!" Owen stretched out his wand and tapped it according to a certain pattern, as if entering the back wall of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

The invisible magic power seeped into the wall following the sequence of his tapping. Gradually, many words suddenly appeared on the wall that was originally just stone.

Those are ancient runes.

They are intertwined with each other to form a huge mechanism.

"Do you understand?" Owen asked again.

"A small amount," Hermione said.

"Not bad, at least I didn't read the book in vain. Five points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger." Owen said jokingly.

"This is not at school." Hermione was a little unhappy. Did that guy treat her as a child?

"I know!" Owen chuckled, then looked at the wall again.

"That means blood and magic. It means that if you want to enter, you must apply blood that carries magic."

"Oh! My dear senior Tom, his little tricks are always so simple and so idiotic." Owen said sarcastically, his hands already put into his pockets, rummaging around as if he was looking for something.

"What do you think is the use of such a mechanism that is sprinkled with blood?"

"Can it weaken the wizard?"

"No matter what, the bleeding can be stopped as soon as it returns to normal."

"Then why is he doing all this useless work?"

Owen was talking to himself, and the movements in his hands were speeding up, "In the final analysis, he is still deeply involved in the so-called symbol of mysticism. Anyone who intrudes will leave blood. This is just like those legendary stories. Those who are above are those who enter. Something must be offered.

"Hmph, he really thinks of himself as a new myth."

"Oh! Found it!"

After saying that, Owen was about to take something out of his pocket.

There was someone next to him who was faster than him.

That was Sirius.

He separated his palm with his wand, and then smeared the flowing blood on the wall.

The movements are done in one go, chic and heroic.

"Sirius" Harry slowly turned his head, looking at all this in disbelief, his face instantly turned pale, and he rushed to Sirius's side in panic.

"Uh" On the other side, holding a glass in his hand, Owen, who had just uncorked the bottle, was stunned.

"What are you doing?" He faced Sirius and asked doubtfully.

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"You said you need magic blood? Then use mine." Sirius raised his head and said through gritted teeth. "I deserve this."

Sirius said coldly, the guilt in his heart for his brother made him do this subconsciously.

When Zhang was about to open his mouth to comfort Harry, he saw the glass bottle in Owen's hand.

"What's that in your hand?"

The dark red liquid rolled back and forth in the transparent glass.

Come to think of it, it's definitely not red wine.

Suddenly the dog godfather realized that he might have done something stupid.

"A small jar of Acromantula blood, a precious magical ingredient. I have a lot - well - a lot!"

To be precise, he has as much information as a hill on Acromantula.

Including but not limited to, venom, blood, bones, claws, etc., these things are all gifts from nature, but the ways of giving are different, well - the price is also different.

As he spoke, he silently kicked the bottle back into his pocket, "They say that the Black family has a great business and spends money like water without blinking an eye. Now it seems that this is completely slander!

They were not even willing to spend money to buy a bottle of Eight-Eyed Spider's blood, and actually chose to use their own blood instead!

So damn stingy! "

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Sirius's face turned pale when he heard the sound.

He glared at Owen and roared: "Can you move faster from now on and finish your sentence at once!"

"I'll knock it! It's your own reckless act. It has nothing to do with me. But you just happened to have a bottle of ingredients left for me!"

"Do you know how valuable this bottle is? It's worth three or four galleons!"

"I'll pay you five hundred Galleons. Throw out all the blood in your pockets!" Sirius roared surly again.

Cover up his embarrassed look!

"Okay, I think this is enough." Dumbledore looked at the changing wall and said softly, "The effect is very obvious."

"The blood of human wizards is better than that of magical creatures." He gave the steps.

But Owen didn't care. He raised his head and shouted: "Ah! Yes, yes!"

"you!"

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Blood instantly splattered on the wall.

Then the wall suddenly looked like collapsed building blocks, pieces slowly falling away, and then a path appeared.

It was a cave entrance, and there was darkness in front of it.

"The ultimate fluorescent shine."

A ball of light flew out of Dumbledore's wand and flew into the sky. It turned into a small sun, illuminating this area brightly.

Then Owen also took out his wand, the tip of the wand lit up fluorescently, and followed the old principal in.

Others followed suit.

After walking a few steps along a mountain road, everyone suddenly saw a bright light.

At this moment, they were standing on the shore of a huge black lake.

The lake is so wide that you can't even see the other side.

"This is it. Master Regulus is under this lake. Oh! Poor young master, Kreacher is here to take you home. Kreacher is here to take you home!" Looking at the big black lake, Kreacher Suddenly it howled in pain and knelt on the ground, sobbing continuously. It felt like I wanted to cry out all the sadness I had felt over the past few decades.

"Regulus is under this lake?" Sirius followed. He stood by the lake and looked at the lake with deep eyes.

"Yes! Why do you want to jump into the lake?" Owen rolled his eyes at this reckless Gryffindor, "I suggest you first find a stone and throw it into the water to hear the sound!

Do things with your brain first, then your body! "

"That's much better than moving your mouth first!" Sirius glanced at him, then gasped.

"Hey, I have such a bad temper, what's wrong with my moving mouth? I have a mouth, why am I different? Besides, if I move my mouth, I will only lose some saliva at most, but someone will lose his life." Not convinced. Owen continued to ramble and sarcastically.

Dumbledore on the side looked plain.

Because he knew that the child in front of him was actually telling him not to impulsively enter the lake in a tone that was most suitable for Sirius.

Under normal circumstances, Sirius would have already jumped into the lake at this time.

The intense guilt towards his brother may have left him with no time to think.

Besides, he is a person who doesn't like to use his head.

As for Owen, he can always find the most suitable way to establish contact with the other person, and with a few simple words, he can completely clear away some of the other person's dangerous thoughts.

Harry pulled Sirius's sleeves nervously. He was really afraid that his godfather would swoop into the green lake.

Even if his brain doesn't work very well, he can still guess that there is absolutely nothing good going on down there.

"Let's go forward." At this time, Dumbledore suggested: "Kreacher mentioned the island in the center of the lake and the stone altar that was originally used to store the Horcruxes. If Regulus was killed there, then That island should be closest to his current location."

"Follow me, and remember, don't step into the water." He reminded the young wizards.

Seeing Dumbledore being so cautious, Hermione couldn't help but become nervous.

She quickly followed Owen.

Her hands were so awkward that she didn't know where to put them. She grabbed the boy's arm, but she was also a little worried.

Ahead, Owen, who was being watched, noticed the intense gaze behind him.

He turned his head and saw Hermione's eyes.

"Stain——"

"Come on, come on, I'll lend you this arm." He stretched out his left hand and gave it to Hermione very generously.

"One galleons an hour, thank you for your patronage! You can accept monthly and annual subscription services. You can pay 998 in one time and take home a warm sense of security."

"Choose Sanchez's wrist to give you the most secure protection."

"Hogwarts' famous brand, three years old, trustworthy"

"Um - don't hold on so tightly." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a heavy weight on his left hand. "I can't run!"

Her hands were like giant pliers, locking Owen's arms.

It seems that they are afraid that this hard-won sense of security will suddenly disappear.

"Just-I'm afraid I'll run away."

The girl's weak voice was even quieter than the sound of a rose falling into the water.

No one noticed what she was thinking at this time.

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Ahead, Dumbledore walked around the shore of the lake, with the others following closely behind him.

Their footsteps echoed on the narrow rocks beside the lake.

As we kept walking forward, time gradually passed, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all: on one side was the rough cave wall, on the other side was the endless, smooth black lake surface, with the mysterious green light shining in the center of the lake.

No one spoke, and the place and the silence were oppressive and unsettling.