I, Hogwarts Second Week

Sirius's return to Hogwarts.

Everyone knew about it the next day.

The news of the return of this professor with great reputation in Gryffindor immediately made the little wizards from the Lion House unable to sleep with excitement.

Professor Sirius, take us through Slytherin again!

This may be the little thought of most of the little wizards in the Lion Court.

On the other side, when Harry heard that Sirius was one of the referees for this competition, he immediately led Hermione and ran to him, hoping to get some information about the content of the competition from Sirius.

They met in the garden of the castle atrium.

This is located between the main building of the auditorium and the observatory tower.

There is a huge English oak tree in the garden, which is several stories high.

In addition, there is a magic fountain and some shrubs in the garden.

At this time, Sirius and everyone were sitting on the seats beside the fountain.

"What happened to the goblin?"

Before Harry could ask about the Tournament, Hermione said bluntly.

"What goblin?" Harry turned around and asked confused.

Aren't we asking about the content of the game?

On the other side, Ron had a similar expression.

Two useless men, full of questions.

Sirius looked into Hermione's scrutinizing eyes, and after a moment, he sighed.

He didn't want to tell Hermione this.

It's too dangerous for the little wizard to get involved.

but--

He was also a Gryffindor, and he knew the personalities of Gryffindors. If he didn't tell her, the girl would never give up. She would definitely find the answer on her own, and the more so, the more likely it is. It will bring danger to yourself.

Therefore, after a long silence, Sirius was still reluctant and planned to tell Hermione the whole story.

His striking gray eyes fell on Hermione, there was no denying that Miss Granger was the smartest witch he had ever met.

She was even smarter than Harry's mother, Lily, and he had no doubt that Hermione would find the truth if she put her mind to it.

Unless that dark and crippled kid is involved.

Immediately he frowned and said seriously: "Remember what I said? I'm going to find the truth about my brother's murder."

"I traveled to some places through Kreacher's prompts."

He looked thoughtful, and the tiredness in the corners of his eyes indicated that his journey might not be as easy as he made it sound. "Those are ancient ruins similar to caves. In addition to some traces left by early pioneers, I also found some other traces."

"Is it left by goblins?" Hermione turned around and said.

"A huge alchemy machine, but it belongs to something hundreds of years ago. Most of them are wreckage." Sirius said slowly, "I have found this kind of thing in many ruins. It looks like some kind of huge machine. Part of it, you know, I've done a bit of research on Muggle machinery. I can tell those are the wheels and those are the engines.

There was also an ancient sheepskin scroll left at the scene, of course - it must be broken. Based on the piecing together, I can roughly tell that it is a 'weapon'. "

"Weapons?" Ron was startled.

Although he and Harry listened in a daze, they also understood what creature Sirius was referring to.

A group of goblins left behind weapons of war.

This story is so bizarre.

Ron looked at Hermione and Sirius suspiciously.

Just like the story Luna often tells.

Fudge has an army of fire elves and so on.

Normal wizards would never believe this.

"Wait a minute - goblin weapons from a hundred years ago?" Suddenly a lot of information came to Hermione's mind, someone had said this before.

"It was the Goblin War more than a hundred years ago! That weapon was used against Hogwarts!"

Hearing Hermione's voice, both Harry and Ron looked shocked.

Soon, they gradually remembered that Owen had told them this.

About the Goblin War!

Several fairy wars!

"That's right." Sirius nodded and looked at Hermione in surprise, "I didn't expect you to know this."

"Yes, Owen told us." Hermione said bluntly.

"Oh!" All of a sudden, the surprised look on Sirius's face disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, as if everything seemed normal as long as it happened to Owen, "That's not surprising, then. The guy is almost a prophet.”

He complained coldly.

Sirius continued, "As for what happened a hundred years ago, you know, the Black family was finally of some use."

He gave a sarcastic smile, "Our family once had a Hogwarts principal."

"Perhaps you have seen his name in the book "A History of Hogwarts"." Sirius looked at Hermione and said calmly, not at all disappointed because there was such a 'great man' in the family history. Show no hint of pride.

"Phineas Nigellus Black." Hermione said the name almost immediately.

"Yes, the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts." He sneered, and then continued the topic without intending to review the past history of the Black family. "During the Goblin War, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts. headmaster."

"So you learned the truth about everything from him?"

"On the contrary, he knows nothing!

From the beginning to the end of the war, he knew nothing.

My great headmaster of Hogwarts, my great-grandfather, didn't pay attention to school at all. Like Malfoy now, all his energy was used to make friends with the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic to ensure that he I can sit in the position of principal for a long time. "

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The three little ones on the side listened to Sirius's story quite speechlessly. From his words, they could probably imagine what kind of person Black would be.

And they can easily contact someone.

Fudge!

Yes, that Black looks like someone like Fudge.

“During the entire war, the only thing he knew was that a group of rebellious goblins had attacked Hogwarts, and he knew nothing about the rest.

But I found some news from other sources. "Sirius stood up slowly, the snow under his feet making a checkered sound, "I found an unopened letter from some of the past letters he left.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, he is really qualified - oh! With so many things to do, I didn’t even have time to open an extremely important letter. "

"What is written in it Sirius!" Harry asked. They seemed to be solving a huge ancient mystery. He was excited about it. The adventurous spirit of Gryffindor supported him.

"A goblin attacks a wizard."

"Attacked a wizard?"

"A wizard with a special bloodline."

"Special?" Hermione asked. "What did they do to the wizard?"

"They killed him?" said Ron.

"They ate him," Sirius responded flatly.

The three small pupils were trembling, and they all widened their eyes, "Eat it? Are you kidding me?"

“Haha—peeling the skin and drawing blood.

The letter did not explain why the goblin did this, but it was obvious that there were such special wizards in Hogwarts at that time. This may be one of the reasons why the goblins attacked Hogwarts. "

"This is unbelievable, no matter what -" Hermione pursed her lips, not saying the word "eat" on her lips, "For this reason, they dare to attack Hogwarts?"

"I want to remind you, Hermione." Sirius stood up with everyone and walked into the corridor together.

It started to snow.

Snowflakes fell slowly.

Cover up all dirt.

"My great-grandfather did not have the strength of Dumbledore. At that time, attacking Hogwarts was no more difficult than attacking the Ministry of Magic. Of course, these are not the only reasons why I believe in goblins. There must be deeper secrets that we all I don’t know.

They have attacked Hogwarts several times over the past few hundred years, and there must be a deeper reason behind this.

But I ran out of time to find the truth.

Because it's obvious that they are starting to move again. "

"So that day, you reminded me because you thought the goblin thought I also had some kind of magical bloodline?"

Finally, their footsteps stopped at the end of the corridor, in front of an oak door.

"No little wizard of thirteen or fourteen can accomplish such a feat." Sirius lowered his head, his black pupils like the background of the universe, just like his name, through his eyes you can see the real A beating, fiery star.

There was always a hint of worry in the corners of his eyes.

Sirius, who had washed away all his glory, was no longer as conceited as before.

He gently patted Hermione on the shoulder, bent down, looked level with Hermione, and said in a gentle tone, "You are really the best witch I have ever seen, Hermione.

You have done well enough, believe me, no one can do better than you.

So, leave it to us! "

As he spoke, he winked at Hermione.

Then he pushed open the wooden door and walked towards the distance.

The three little ones stayed where they were, and as the wooden door gradually weakened, Sirius' figure gradually disappeared from their sight.

They were still in shock from what they had just heard.

Especially Hermione.

Of course they have all come into contact with goblins. Everyone has seen the goblins from Gringotts.

She did not perceive any threat to the wizard from those creatures.

Although most goblins are very greedy for money, being greedy for money does not mean that they will go against the entire wizarding world.

But now, when history shows her the most cruel and bloody part, this leaves several young wizards at a loss.

——————

The last two weeks of November.

The little wizards saw with their own eyes that a huge competition venue was slowly being built in the forest not far from the castle.

It's bigger than a Quidditch pitch.

The surrounding stands are not as high as the stadium.

Every day there are new figures in the castle.

The day after Sirius returned, an important person appeared at Hogwarts.

That is the pride of Hufflepuff, Senior Newt.

Also as a member of the judging panel, his appearance won the cheers of the little wizards.

Even young wizards from other schools have heard of his name.

Next, some familiar or unfamiliar wizards appeared in the castle like they were attending a banquet.

As the game time approaches, the castle becomes visibly active.

Everyone was talking and guessing who would win the final victory.

As for Irving.

He and Dobby were working almost as hard as they could. It's a pity that I still didn't get any useful information from those elves.

The only thing that made him happy was that those elves did know something.

Because when he said the words Weasley's Treasure, their reaction was quite violent. To be honest, Owen wanted to use Legilimency.

Later, he came up with another idea, which was to let the Weasley twins pretend to be the descendants of the Weasley in history to inherit the inheritance.

Inheritance - fair and square, how could they refuse.

Unfortunately, this method cannot be said to be outstandingly effective, it can only be said to be of no use at all.

No wonder the elves were very enthusiastic about the twins in the past. It turned out that they were confirming whether these two people were the heirs of Weasley.

Apparently - in the past, Geminis have scored zero points on this test.

Of course - it doesn't matter, what does George and Fred's zero marks have to do with Ron and Ginny.

The two of them come on!

Anyway, idle is idle!

In fact, Owen had no hope for the two of them, but within a few days, Ron came to tell him.

He said that he discovered that there was an old elf among the group of elves who liked to play wizard chess.

He established an initial friendship with the opponent by playing chess with it.

Ron was extremely interested in this matter.

The Weasley family treasure—it turns out to be real!

oh! What an interesting, family treasure.

So he worked extremely hard on this matter.

After receiving the good news, Owen immediately instructed Ron to focus on attacking the old elf, and Dobby would cooperate with him.

"Huh~"

Finally, his trial has gained some insights!

In the next few days, Ron continued his mission of conquering the elves.

Miss Granger disappeared into the castle as if she had evaporated.

From what Harry said, she seemed to have gotten into the castle's library. This time, she started rummaging through the restricted area to find the answer she wanted.

As for Irving, he has another thing to do.

In the alchemy classroom.

In fact, he should have come long ago.

But since the game was approaching and things happened one after another, Hagrid's warning to him to find Victor was put behind him.

Ron had made great progress recently, and when he relaxed, he remembered it again.

Of course - as for who reminded him.

That was of course Dumbledore.

The old principal mysteriously assigned him to find Victor, but did not say what he was going to do.

Today was free, so he came.

As soon as he entered, Owen found that the huge classroom seemed empty because all the tables and chairs had been moved away.

There is only one door in the center.

Metal gate.

This is not Doraemon’s random door.

Owen walked over curiously and pushed open the door. What was revealed inside immediately surprised him.

There is an open-air alchemy workshop in that paradise-like place.

He could see Victor stuffing some kind of core into the steel giant about a dozen feet tall on the side.

Then, the giants stood up from their half-kneeling position as if they had come alive.

"Try to destroy it!" Victor held a thick stack of parchment in his hand. He leaned on the table and kept writing something on the paper with the special ink pen in his hand.

He didn't even raise his head, just stood there quietly.

But I don’t know how I was inspired by Owen’s existence.

"Soul Torrent!!!"

The torrent of starry sky condensed in Owen's hands. Three seconds later, the water-blue light was already dazzling. Immediately, he pushed the comet out with all his strength.

The majestic torrent rushed toward the alchemy puppet with a destructive aura.

The meteor was like a blue death light, swallowing the puppet's body.

Gradually, its breastplate evaporated.

Then the limbs, then the head, and finally the body was gone.

Except for the core that Victor had just put in, everything about the puppet was wiped away by the meteor.

A two-foot-wide ravine appeared in the earth.

"Good morning, Professor!" Owen took back his wand and said triumphantly, "You asked me to destroy this."

He looked at the dust on the ground, leaving only the core of the puppet, and said with a pinched voice, pretending to be worried: "Can this still be repaired?"

He said jokingly, his voice echoing throughout the world.

But Victor didn't show any facial expression.

He took his eyes off the parchment in his hand and looked at the dust on the ground.

Then he lowered his head again.

Why?

Didn't you give any reaction at all?

Doesn't this make me look stupid?

Owen rubbed his head and lamented that those who engage in science are calmer than ordinary people.

Suddenly the dust in the gully floated around the core like a tornado.

Then, after a burst of lightning and a dazzling transformation, it took five or six seconds for the dust to turn back into an alchemy puppet.

"Wardfa?"

Owen looked at the puppet standing in the ravine in shock.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"The ancient runes are all stored in the core. The core can continue to transform and regenerate without destroying the body." Victor explained simply. He held up his crutch and walked step by step to the burly alchemy puppet, reaching out and stroking it. It shows the streamer's 'skin'.

At the core, near the heart, the milky white light flashes, which is magical.

This puppet should be a creation of the gods, and should never be born by human hands.

"There are still some problems with its operating mechanism." His voice came slowly, "And the energy supply is also a problem."

"Each regeneration consumes a lot of magic power. You have to bring them with you during the game." Victor turned to look at Owen, and a faint smile suddenly emerged from the melancholy expression on his pale face, "What do you say? What? You have to recharge it from time to time!"

"Wait!" Owen pushed back half a step, "Is this thing the monster in the first level?"

"Yes! Driven by ancient magic power."

"Are you crazy - no - is Dumbledore crazy? How could the little wizard defeat a puppet of this level!"

Don't look at it, he seemed to be easy to deal with just now.

But that's because he has ancient magic, and the spell is strong enough!

The highest work of Origin Magic is aimed at the stars and the sea.

But when it comes to the little wizard, Owen even doubts that magic like the fire spell can scratch the metal 'skin' of the puppet!

"The little wizard wants to deal with this? Did Dumbledore evacuate other people's ruins?"