I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Oh! Well done!" Hagrid praised, "Five points to Gryffindor!"

As he spoke, he began to organize the little wizards to line up and start dealing with this creature one by one.

To be honest, this experience is not bad, at least it is much better than that blast-ended snail.

The Thestrals wouldn't suddenly breathe fire at them.

But there are others.

Most of the young wizards from other schools are wizards from Ilvermorny.

They could only watch helplessly.

Because - Yeqi? where? Why can't I see it.

From their perspective, they could only see the little wizards at Hogwarts rubbing back and forth excitedly against a piece of air.

There were still blood stains floating in the air (blood stained on the corners of Yeqi's mouth).

And the half-cow is rapidly shrinking in size.

besides.

They can't see anything.

Of course, it didn't matter whether they could see it or not, because the Thestral was there and could be touched by stretching out your hand, which at least eliminated the boring idea in their hearts that the Hogwarts wizards were working together to play tricks on them.

Suddenly, Owen felt his robe being gently pulled. He looked down and saw the nearest Thestral licking his sleeve.

When it noticed Owen's eyes looking towards it, it turned its head and looked into the distance.

"What's wrong?"

Following the direction guided by the Yeqi, Owen noticed that there was suddenly a figure on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

With her silver hair and iconic raspberry red school uniform, her identity is immediately known.

"Kyatel?" Owen frowned. He had always wanted to take time to chat with her after the game, but he never had time. We met by chance today.

Then - he walked towards Miss Granger.

Then he dragged her forcefully and headed to the other side of the forest with him.

"What are you doing!" Hermione grabbed Owen's arm, frowned, and whispered, very angry.

"I'm going to talk to Coatl over there!" the boy said.

"Then!" Hermione said, stretching her white neck.

"We need to talk alone, about something private. It may last a long time."

After saying that, he clearly felt that the resistance from his arm suddenly became much smaller.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" The little witch still said stubbornly.

"It doesn't matter." Owen said, then let go of her hand, "Then let's go!"

"Huh?" The sudden stop made Miss Granger unexpected, "You--" She gritted her teeth and stared at him fiercely, as if she wanted to eat him.

Then - Owen just laughed and moved on.

And behind him.

The little witch followed unswervingly.

"Didn't I ask you to go back?"

"I like walking here, and I want you to take care of it!" Miss Granger said forcefully.

"Okay!" Owen continued, "By the way, you know the tradition of the competition, right?"

"Christmas party?"

"Yes, every warrior has to find a dance partner who will be responsible for starting the dance. Professor McGonagall will probably inform all teachers and students in a few days."

"So - so." The little witch's voice suddenly became lower.

"Who are you going to invite?"

"I -" Miss Granger's voice suddenly stopped, but as smart as she was, she quickly found a counterattack with words, "Why are you asking me that? Do you want me to invite you?"

"Hey - I didn't say that." Owen turned back and blinked at her, "I want to say, you must be cautious, but you can't let the dance become a knot in your mind when you look back on the past because of a momentary impulse. Such a pity!"

"Humph - I won't regret it!" the little witch said unnaturally. If you look carefully, you will find that her cheeks are slightly stained with a faint blush, but due to the weather, this is not obvious, and you can't tell whether it is red from the cold or from shyness.

"Yes." Owen looked at her, "That's the kind of thinking, it's very dangerous."

"The regrets of the past will not disappear because of time, they will only become a cup of bitter wine because of the brewing of time."

“Finally the bitter drink goes down your throat—dun, dun, dun!”

He chuckled, then stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest a few feet from Koatl.

Stepping forward, he changed his tone. Different from his teasing to Miss Granger, this time he was very serious: "You must understand death, recognize death, and acknowledge death, in order to truly see the Thestral."

"You! You really need therapy."

"Come on, come on, don't panic, don't run." He raised his right hand and waved it, and the surrounding trees seemed to come alive, stretching out branches and vines to surround them, forming a fence.

Beneath him, the rotten wood transformed into a chair.

Um - here's one for Miss Granger too.

"Don't be nervous.

My treatment method involves no injections or medicines. I just sit here and chat with you. I treat you through conversation, which is called talk therapy for short. "

Seeing that Koyatel had no intention of leaving.

She looked at him from a distance, her face uncertain, but she did not turn around and leave.

Seeing this, Owen assumed the posture of an elder and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. On the yellowed paper, there were a few words scrawled on it.

"I have many questions for you," he said. "Now let's get to the first one."

"Honey"

After reading these three words, he immediately folded the parchment in his hand and stuffed it back into his pocket without blushing or heartbeat. "Sorry, I took the wrong paper. This letter is not for you."

After that, he rummaged through another pocket, and finally seemed to touch something hard, and then took it out. It was a book, "Well, "Teaching You to Learn to Waltz in One Week"

"Okay." He hurriedly pushed the book to Hermione beside him, "I learned too much and it's all messed up."

"It doesn't matter, I'm better at aimlessly picking up cars in the summer."

Everything the boy did fell into Koyatel's eyes.

To be honest, she was very unfamiliar with Owen, and she was extremely disgusted by his out-of-character behavior.

She only knew that at Hogwarts, the influence of the boy in front of her was even higher than that of the girl next to him.

This was extremely unreasonable. She had watched the entire witch's competition and found that the level of spells, the difficulty of casting spells, and combat literacy far exceeded hers.

She had never even heard of those powerful spells.

Such a girl succumbed to that boy. There are probably only two questions about such a situation.

Maybe that boy is stronger than her, or even much stronger, otherwise she wouldn't be so close to him. If the gap is too small, she should fight back. Or maybe that witch is a terrible love brain, and she is willing to take second place.

At present, it seems obvious that the second option may be more reasonable.

But this does not mean that she will despise Owen. In fact, in her heart, she already has some guesses about Owen's strength.

It's just that she is far from reaching Miss Granger's height.

"Okay, let's be serious." Owen slumped on the chair, folded his hands and put them on his stomach, his eyes vaguely smiling, "The surname Stewart is very rare for wizards. ."

"Especially in North America."

"There is only one famous Stuart in history, so you are a descendant of Aesop Searle and James Stuart?"

The time gradually matured, and Irving immediately began to go straight into the game.

The first time he heard this last name, Owen felt it was familiar, but he didn't think of it immediately.

That's because James Stewart was a Muggle - well - a No-Maj to be precise.

Moreover, his direct descendants, their wizard daughter, never married and had no descendants (she was unwilling to pass on the terrible blood in her body, which was Slytherin's blood.) So Owen did not initially transfer Ke Atyr came into contact with Aesop Thrall, a direct descendant of the famous Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Ilvermorny.

However, at some point, Miss Granger began to show more and more extraordinary talents. As well as her powerful magical talent, coupled with the outside world's speculation about her life experience, Owen gradually reminded Owen of another child of Aesop Seer.

The other of the twin daughters, a natural squib.

She left Ilvermorny when she came of age. Unable to cast magic, she did not belong to that world. Eventually, she married a No-Maj and lived her life like an ordinary person.

And this bloodline seems to have a long history.

If the girl in front of me is really a descendant of Salazar, then there will be no one except the Gaunt family. Only Stewart is most likely to give birth to another offspring with such talent.

The silver-haired girl was obviously caught off guard by the sudden question, but she did not escape or turn away directly. Instead, she said for the first time, "They said I am."

"Them?" Irving rested his head on the back of the chair and raised his head slightly, which made him look a little domineering. "So Koatl Stewart is not your original name. Let me just say - how could anyone be so stupid? Make your own name after the main god of North America.

Isn't this just as funny as someone being named Zeus or Odin? "

Hearing the sound, the girl said nothing.

Silent.

And silence often represents agreement.

"Second question, who are 'them'?" Owen narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly, "MACUSA? Or some other dark wizard organization?"

silence.

Silence again.

"It seems that this question has touched the core, so let's change the question to one that is closely related to your own use." Owen continued, "Where did the magic power in you come from?"

As soon as the words came out, the girl's face suddenly changed, like a mouse seeing a cat, she took a few steps back, and her right hand was already close to her waist and abdomen.

What was contained there was her wand.

"Such a big reaction?" Owen saw this and slowly stood up from the chair. "Generally speaking, when people ask you where something on your body came from, if the reaction is very violent, then the most likely reason is this. The thing didn't originally belong to you. You stole it from someone else. When you heard people talking, you thought they were coming to rob it or that the rightful owner had come, so you reacted so excitedly.

Am i right? "

"What do you want to do?" The girl had already drawn her wand.

"I want to tell you, or the people behind you, not to try to master something you don't understand at all. Ancient magic is not as simple as you think. Trying to control it will only bring misfortune to yourself."

Owen never lies.

The magic power in that girl is indeed similar to ancient magic power.

But did you think ancient magic would be any good?

In the eyes of the outside gods, this is simply a long-bright lamp walking in the darkness. Without strong strength and psychological endurance, this power is just a short-term carnival in exchange for overdrawing one's life.

After the carnival, when you really face the alien gods, you will end up going crazy in the gibbering, or simply fall into the arms of the alien gods.

And the girl in front of me.

Judging from her strong mental fluctuations.

Owen had reason to believe that the outer god had already bewitched her.

And he couldn't see that she had any strong will.

"Fire is blazing!" Koatl said and activated his wand.

Not to Owen, but to the branches behind her.

A corner of the fence was torn open, and she immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Owen did not stop him because what he wanted was enough.

He did guess something.

As for Koatl, if she is willing to be honest and tell him or Dumbledore everything, then that will naturally be good. If she is not willing, then Owen can also watch a scene of an alien god bewitching mortals, using She acted as bait to see what the enemy who had lived for thousands of years was capable of.

"She possesses ancient magic power?" Looking at the girl's retreating figure, Miss Granger looked at Owen in confusion. She knew about the heir to the ancient magic power. She was a participant in both ruins, whether they were caves or the underground chambers of Hogwarts.

There should be only one heir to ancient magic.

If there is no death after taking office, there should not be a second person. This has been the rule for hundreds of years.

So where did the Witch of Ilvermorny get her ancient magic?

"It's not ancient magic." Owen turned around and looked at Miss Granger, "But it's very similar. If ancient magic is a rainbow, then the magic in her body is one of red, orange, red and green."

"Anyway, there must be a huge secret in her body."

"What should we do? Just wait and watch?" she asked.

"Us?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Does Miss Granger want to form a team with me?"

"." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Be more serious, you are talking about business!"

"Why isn't this a serious matter?" Owen stared at her with a little tenderness in his gray eyes. Then he suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "This is the most important thing this year."

"And this year - there is only one month left."

——————

While Owen was still attacking Miss Granger over there, the class on the other side was basically over.

Everyone is in free time to explore.

Hagrid took out a piece of fresh meat from the iron bucket. He clapped his hands and whistled strangely toward the sky.

After a while, a giant dragon with diamond luster flew from the sky.

It was Bakar, a little dragon as big as a palm, who took the fresh meat from Hagrid's hand in one bite.

Then his head suddenly raised, throwing the meat high, and then spit out a ball of fire with an 'ouch' sound, grilled the meat until it was halfway cooked, and then swallowed it in one bite.

A set of movements is so smooth that it seems like there is no lack of practice.

After eating and drinking, it fell on Hagrid's shoulder.

"Oh my god! It's that tyrannosaurus!"

Not only the young wizards from other schools, but also some wizards from Hogwarts took a few steps back unconsciously.

As students in the course of Care of Magical Creatures, they had of course seen Bakar, and Hagrid often fed him.

But they had never seen Bakar's true form.

No one would be frightened to see the giant dragon that was dozens of feet tall.

"Oh! Don't worry, it has a good temper and will never attack the little wizard." Compared to the cat that causes trouble in the Forbidden Forest and cannot be found all day long, it can roam outside twenty-nine days a month. Shilok, Bakar who comes home on time every day is obviously more popular with Hagrid.

Not to mention, he already liked dragons.

"Here, you can touch it, oh! Although the scales of the Australian Opal Eye look like diamonds, they are not actually hard, but like leather, with a certain degree of flexibility."

With that said, Hagrid greeted the little wizards and got to know the master of the Hogwarts sky again.

Seeing that Bakar had no intention of attacking them, the little wizards at Hogwarts first plucked up the courage and walked over one by one, looking forward to the close contact with the dragon.

That's a giant dragon!

Who doesn't love dragons?

Just as the little wizards were lining up, preparing to have a wonderful encounter with the dragon, a heavy coughing sound suddenly came from behind them.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

That's Owen.

He was squinting at the traitorous dragon who had no idea who his master was and had no king or father.

Just because someone brings you food every day, you are bribed?

The kitchen next to Hufflepuff never goes out, why don't I see you coming back every day?

snort!

Sure enough, dragons cannot be raised well.

But compared to my own cat.

Well, dragons are still better than cats.

And Bakar, after seeing the resentful look in his master's eyes, understood immediately.

It gets a beacon to fly. Then he flapped his wings and leaned forward, like a white lightning.

On the other side, the arrogant Owen snorted and opened his arms.

Then - this dead dragon actually got straight into Miss Granger's arms.

Protruding! ! ! Let me just say that this is an unfamiliar dragon!

He turned around and looked at the panicked Miss Granger, who was holding a treasure as if she was holding it.

She stood there at a loss, while Bakar, lying comfortably in the girl's arms, stretched out his four paws and yawned.

Then he turned his head and looked at Owen with blurred blue eyes.

Master——Did I do the right thing?

I'll help you get this girl! ! !

?

How dare this fucking dragon provoke me!

Owen, who couldn't understand the dragon's eyes at all, was furious.

If you don't teach it a good lesson today, your surname will be Miss Granger!

As he spoke, he stretched out his two evil hands and snatched Bakar directly from Hermione's arms.

"Meow~~~~"

Bakar let out a Hirok voice.

Then Irving shook his head and couldn't find Bei.

Just as he and Bakar were "playing intimately", a black-robed bat man suddenly walked into the woods.

Po Treda screamed, and he was the first little wizard to notice the figure.

"Snape?" He frowned, lowered his head and said to Ron beside him, "Why is he here?"

"I don't know!" Ron said with some displeasure, "But I'm sure that we probably all owe him money. Look at his face. It seems like we are enemies."

"I guess it must be because Hermione is paying too much attention to the game, and he is unbalanced." Harry said secretly, "You know, if a warrior is selected from Slytherin House, he will definitely not have this expression. ."

"Yes, he will definitely come over first and laugh at us."

The two continued to communicate, and Snape also walked in.

Perhaps it was the moment Bakar appeared, emerging from the undergrowth of the forest.

Wearing a black robe that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he has a cold face, and the cold wind of winter cannot catch up with his gaze.

At first, no one except Harry noticed him.

It wasn't until the surrounding air suddenly dropped several degrees that everyone discovered that an environmental saboteur emitting cold air appeared in the woods over there.

"Huh?" Owen naturally noticed the gloomy professor.

He watched Snape walk towards Hagrid.

Then Hagrid took out a small package from his arms and gave it to Snape.

"What are you doing?" he shouted bluntly.

It should be said that Hagrid's relationship with Snape has not been so good yet.

That little bag looks like magic material.

Hagrid - Britain's largest supplier of magic materials, with customers all over Diagon Alley.

Many of Snape's collections were provided by Hagrid.

What PY transactions they have are really normal.

"It's just some scales from Bakar. This kind of hybrid dragon, its scales seem to have wonderful medicinal value. It just needs to be studied." Hagrid glanced down at him, then frowned and said, his tone full of dissatisfaction. Joy.

"ha?"

"Holy crap! Hagrid, you're so cruel, you actually pulled off my dragon's scales!" Owen yelled at him.

Wrong person!

I didn’t expect that! did not expect! The outward appearance of loyalty is all disguise, but in fact you have long been greedy for profit.

"It fell off naturally!" Hagrid said with a dark face.

"Fart! Has anyone ever heard that a fire dragon can shed its skin?"

"Also - when you gave your scales to someone else, did he pay for it?" Owen narrowed his eyes and looked at Snape, hum! This guy looks like he's been a prostitute for free for a long time. Give him money? Give a shit.

Looking at Owen's serious look, Snape's expression did not change at all, but when he looked at Miss Granger beside him, it was different.

What kind of look is that?

Disgust is mixed with anger and unwillingness. It can be believed that Miss Granger's Potions class will not be easy.

No way, who made our Professor Snape only so big-minded?

If Miss Granger was from Slytherin House, then needless to say, he would probably be able to pass on his lifelong skills to her, but unfortunately - there is no if.

The Gryffindor trio.

A clever Muggle witch.

Emerald eyes.

Fiery red hair.

Each one is tearing open his scars.