I, Hogwarts Second Week

After a while, he ran back holding a beautiful girl.

The little witch lowered her head and looked nervously at the elegant woman in the center of the room.

Of course she knew that Wenda was Owen's grandmother.

It's because I know that I'm so nervous at this moment.

But it was obvious that Hermione's worries were overblown, because Wenda was not interested in her at all, or in other words, she was not interested in anything. If it weren't for Grindelwald's order, she wouldn't be here.

"Oh, hello, Miss Granger, hello." Compared to Wenda's indifference, Owen's aunt was very enthusiastic.

She stood up first and stretched out her hands, her wrinkled hands wrapped around Hermione's hands with an extremely excited expression.

"Hello." Hermione frowned slightly. The old woman's hold on her hand was a bit heavy, but she still refrained from withdrawing it.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Granger. I often hear your name in France." Behind his aunt, the middle-aged man was also very excited. The little wizards were in Hogwarts and didn't know what was going on outside. Although everyone has some speculations about Miss Granger's fame, no one can tell clearly how far it has spread.

Now that the French gentleman has spoken, we can finally know that she has at least traveled as far as Paris.

Even, as if it was an illusion, Owen always felt that his great-aunt was a little too excited.

It was undeniable that Hermione was indeed very good, but she shouldn't be so moved. His aunt's eyes almost glowed green.

It looked very scary.

Especially those eyes, which kept looking back and forth on Hermione and Owen's bodies, and finally stopped on Miss Granger's belly.

His expression immediately changed.

The meaning is very obvious.

In a daze, Owen suddenly realized that the so-called identity of Godric Gryffindor's heir may not be as simple as he thought. In the eyes of these pure-blood families, this identity is far more precious than anything else. .

Voldemort was able to gather a large number of followers by virtue of his status as the descendant of Slytherin, and formed the predecessor of the Death Eaters.

This seems to give a glimpse of the influence that wizards with such blood have on pure-blood families.

"Hmph." Owen snorted. He seemed to have made a good move.

Involuntarily, his thoughts became active.

Five seconds ago, he had no interest in the Rozier family. To Irving, Rozier may not be as important as the weeds on the roadside. At least the weeds can cultivate sentiment.

He has no interest in controlling such a huge family. In fact, he doesn't even bother to manage Hufflepuff. Cedric does most of the work. Unless the professor arranged for him to do it.

But now - maybe he could try taking control of a family? Is this possible that Miss Granger will serve as an inside agent when she cleans up the pure-blood family?

In short, he suddenly had the idea that maybe he would try it. This was a good way.

In the room, his great-aunt was talking to Miss Granger. She and the two Roziers behind her spoke in English with a strange accent and greeted her.

As she spoke affectionately, his aunt took out a strange object from her arms and gave it to Hermione. It was a tiara, which should be the veil of a wedding dress.

"Irving's mother used this when she got married." That's what she said.

Although it may not be very precious, it has important symbolic meaning.

This scene all fell in Owen's eyes.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with an undetectable smile.

That smile encompassed so many things. In the eyes of ordinary people, the scene in front of them seems to be an old elder giving blessings to a young descendant, but if you think about it from another perspective, it also seems like a corrupt pureblood offering loyalty to the new class.

All causes and conditions will bring several people together here, with different purposes.

It seems that everyone gets what they need, but in fact, from the moment they step here, Rozier's fate is not in their hands. When you try to place your hopes on others, all illusions become a dream, and a fragile blow can broken.

"Grandma~~~" Owen's expression suddenly changed drastically, like a morning glory suddenly opening its petals. Then, with a sweet voice, he came straight to Wenda's side.

"Don't you want to say something?" He blinked, using his cuteness skills with his bright eyes.

Although the relationship between him and his grandmother can be described as bad, after all, they were in love with each other last semester.

But it doesn't matter, he's thick-skinned. He doesn't care. As long as he is not embarrassed, it does not matter whether others are embarrassed or not.

"Um?"

Wenda held the cup of coffee, and ripples appeared on the surface of the calm tea.

Her hands trembled slightly.

honestly. It was indeed very strange to be suddenly stared at by a child with a face similar to his own, with such an expression.

It felt like a younger version of myself winking.

However, after all, he had seen strong winds and waves. Wenda was just dazed for a moment and woke up instantly.

"What do you want?" She asked calmly, looking at Owen with his hands on his armchair, revealing his weirdness.

"Land deeds, gold Galleons, experimental data, alchemical creations, secret information from the past, anything is fine. I'm not picky!"

"Haha -" She was still leaning on her body, her left hand resting on the armrest, her silk dress spreading like water waves on her body. Wenda raised her head and looked down at Owen, "Anything is okay?"

"Yeah--anything is fine."

"Then, how about I take you to see your mother?" She shook the tea cup, and the water ripples rose and fell, indicating her heart.

"Uh-" Owen showed a disgusted expression, "No need for this, we will meet in the future, and it won't be so soon."

"It's always better to be faster." Grandma continued in an instructive tone, her red lips slightly opened, "It can help me solve a lot of problems and worries."

"You say this as if you have caused very little trouble." Owen smiled again and said, "Besides, are you sure you have the ability to send me to hell?"

"You can try."

"Then I will definitely take you with me. Then our family will be reunited and have a great time."

"hehe--"

"hehe--"

Both of them smiled sarcastically.

Wenda just wanted to give the little monster in front of him a killing curse.

And Owen? He wanted to take Legilimency and see what unforgettable things had happened in the past few decades to make her hate him so much.

"Oh, that's right." Owen changed his face again, unable to see that the two of them were still tit-for-tat just now, "So what are they here to do?"

He pointed at the three Roziers who were still entangled with Miss Granger.

"Swan has chosen you to be the new head of the Rozier family. Let them take a look." Wenda responded coldly.

"Look?" Owen asked doubtfully, "Is this a baboon? What are you looking at? And it's been a year."

"This is Swann's will. No Rozier is allowed to come to Hogwarts to disturb you before you come of age." She continued, "This is part of her plan, in order not to make Dumbledore suspicious."

"Then they-" Owen pointed at the three people in front of him.

“They come for something else.

"Something else?"

Wenda stopped talking. She was reluctant to have too much contact with Owen, even if there was a blood relationship between them.

Seeing this, Owen could probably guess something.

Although he didn't know the true relationship between his grandmother and the Rozier family, he couldn't think of it as friendly. The only way for her to lower her head and contact those people she didn't want to contact was her grandfather.

And his grandfather left Hogwarts yesterday - maybe this morning.

As for where he went - it's easy to guess. With Koyatel around, it was most likely that he went to North America.

Are the Rozier family still spread in North America?

Owen didn't know. But what he knew was that since the Salem Witch Trials, the local magical population in North America had begun to undergo subtle changes.

The so-called Salem Witch Trials, according to American magic historian Theophilus Abbott's book "A History of Magic in North America", refers to a incident that occurred in the No-Maj Massachusetts Colony between 1692 and 1693. A series of trials against people accused of witchcraft. (Adapted from real events)

A total of 20 people were executed in this incident, most of them women.

Theophilus Abbott believed that many of the so-called Puritan judges were descendants of the Purifiers. They deliberately tricked No-Majs into arresting and then trying and burning innocent women for fun and revenge. , to avenge their many grudges in America.

In this incident, among the 20 poor people who were crowned witches, only one was a real witch, and the others were ordinary No-Majs. It seemed that this incident was not serious. After all, it was North America in the 1690s. Death This person is not normal.

The problem is the media.

European newspapers, led by "Prophet", reported the trial with a sit-down attitude and described North America as a wasteland, an evil abyss that eats people without spitting out their bones.

This directly led to the fact that pure-blood families rarely went to America, because they could always get news about the Puritans and Purifiers from newspapers in the magical world. Why would you go to such a dangerous place to develop your power? Why don't you just let the mud-legged people do their thing first?

The occurrence of this situation means that the proportion of wizards and witches of No-Maj origin in the new world is much greater than that in other places. Although these wizards generally still choose to marry the same kind and form their own pure magic families, the pure-blood doctrine that has been pursued for a long time in the history of European magic has become empty talk in the Americas.

So Irving doesn't think the Rozier family will have any influence in North America.

It's better to find Harry Potter than to find them.

The Potter family has some influence in North America.

The thoughtful Wenda seemed to see the subtle changes in expression on Owen's face, and she guessed that Owen should know something.

But she didn't care. If she could, she would deliberately spread some news to lure this curious little monster there, and then use other people's hands to kill people with a borrowed knife.

"Okay, the dance is almost over." Wenda suddenly said to her cousin, "Dumbledore will be waiting for you in the principal's office."

"Let him wait a little longer!" my aunt said domineeringly.

Facing Hermione, her eyes were full of joy, and she didn't know whether she liked Hermione more as a person, her reputation, or her bloodline?

All in all, the look in her eyes made Miss Granger very constrained.

However, although my aunt said so, she was still very honest and did not dare to really let Dumbledore wait any longer.

After she said her last words to Hermione: "During the summer vacation, if you have the opportunity, come to Paris."

Then he turned around and came to Owen, "Where's the family tree!"

Her attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees, and the joy on her face disappeared instantly, "As Gabriel's child, you are not good enough. Your mother is at your age."

"Ah~ right, right!" Owen said in a sinister tone as he took out a parchment-like family tree from his pocket. This thing had been in his arms for more than a year. As for my aunt, he went in with one ear and all the other ear went to grandma.

Seeing Owen's attitude, my aunt was a little displeased, "You should learn more from Miss Granger and don't let Rozier's name be shamed!"

"Yes, yes, I will make Rozier great again." Irving played the organ, "No one understands rising better than me."

Seeing the cynicism of the child in front of her, my aunt had lost interest in talking to him. This is a dark boy who is still in the rebellious stage at the age of fourteen or fifteen. He was led astray by Grindelwald and a madman affected by the Killing Curse. Talking to him about Rozier's past glory is simply ridiculous.

Thinking about it, my aunt looked at Miss Granger again.

Perhaps their children could inherit their mother's talents.

She - has begun to place her hopes on the next generation.

Then, she encouraged and cared for Miss Granger for a few words, and then left the office with Wenda.

"Actually, not all pure-blood families are like Malfoy, right?" Hermione, holding a veil in her hand, turned to Owen with a blushing face - does this count as meeting the parents?

"Yes, but not Rosier. That's just because they are facing you, Miss Granger." Owen walked over. He took out a thick robe from his pocket and put it on her body. The temperature in the office was not as good as that in the auditorium. Perhaps the fire was lit too hastily, or perhaps it was the influence of his spell.

In short, as long as she doesn't catch a cold.

Then he took the veil from Hermione's hand. The girl's dress had no room for anything.

"Don't have any strange illusions. The Rozier family in the UK was the first pure-blood wizard to follow Voldemort." He held the girl's hand and said, "Going for a walk?"

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded.

The two left the office, walked through the corridor, bypassed the auditorium, and slipped out through the large clock exit under the observatory tower.

"Don't have any kind views towards this family because of me, you know?" He lowered his head and talked to Hermione, "Treat your enemies equally like the cold wind in winter. The Rozier family is a branch of the Federation. Fanye Mao will definitely become a stumbling block for you in the future. The pure-blood force they represent cannot easily bow to you. If, I mean if, if necessary, I don't mind destroying it."

"But--"

The front door was open and fairy lights twinkled in the rose garden as they descended the steps.

Hermione said worriedly, "They are your relatives——"

"If you have magic talent, you are a relative. If you don't have talent, you are a bastard. You are a descendant of damn Muggles, a sinner who has stained your bloodline." Owen said calmly, "If it weren't for your presence today, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to me. . Even though her words were deeply offensive."

"You are much better than me." Hermione stared at Owen and said.

The rose garden in front of the castle is filled with low shrubs, ornately decorated winding paths and huge stone statues.

Statues and trees were hung with festive Christmas decorations, and the stars shone with golden magic.

Hermione could even hear the sound of splashing water. It was a fountain. If she looked carefully, she could see someone sitting on the carved bench.

"If the principal allows you to participate." She looked at the boy next to her and suddenly felt angry for him - Owen's strength was obvious to all at Hogwarts, even stronger than most young wizards imagined, but every time he was in the spotlight, She, this caused people outside not to know that there was a more powerful little wizard in the castle.

Um?

etc.

Suddenly Miss Granger discovered Hua Dian.

It seemed like every time he was in the limelight, Irving was there.

Could it be that - these were all planned by him!

"Owen—" she called out, and the response was a tighter touch in her hands.

"Don't think blindly, Miss Granger." Owen stared at her face and smiled lightly.

They walked through the flowers, and little fairies around them danced gracefully in the flowers, flapping their wings and letting down a few stars.

At their feet was a winding path, and they walked through rose bushes.

Look, this must be Dumbledore's handiwork, because Beauxbatons' sense of immediacy is so strong here. He borrowed the decoration of the garden in front of the Beauxbatons courtyard.

The two of them walked slowly and enjoyed this rare alone time.

The light became darker as they moved forward, and the two could see noises coming from many flowers, and they could vaguely see someone kissing.

As for those who were more daring, they had already run towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest or into the huge shadow of the castle.

As for what to do?

Let’s talk about why wizards get married and have children as soon as they graduate. Maybe it’s because they live in Bengbu?

Miss Granger was a little embarrassed, but influenced by the surrounding environment, she felt a little impulse and temptation in her heart.

As for Irving, he made no secret of the direction he was heading, which was a dark corner with no one around.

In an instant, Hermione understood his intention. She was a little scared and a little expectant, and let him drag her forward.

She felt like she was blushing fiercely. Fortunately, it was dark enough here. There was no light in the overcast sky, only the faint light from the castle. Not to mention that someone suddenly came over at this time, even if it was Owen pressing against her cheek - — He all — He all.

Well, then he would definitely notice his unnatural cheeks.

As she thought to herself, Miss Granger's cheeks turned even redder.

Involuntarily, like her body's instinct, maybe because the cold wind around her blew in through the gaps in her clothes, Hermione responded to him and moved her whole body closer to Owen.

It’s as natural and smooth as looking for a companion to hold an umbrella on a rainy day.

A long time passed in a flash.

Wait until she regains consciousness. They were already some distance away from the castle at this time.

Only a layer of silver frost remains here.

"Owen." Suddenly, the little witch seemed to have discovered something.

She pointed to the shade of the trees in the distance.

The silver frost left a white reflection on the snow, and soon a row of fine footprints that looked like chicken feet were exposed to her sight.

Hearing the sound, Owen looked towards the place where her eyes were focused.

Through the thick shadows, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be two people, one large and one small, under the shade of a certain tree.

Immediately, they approached.

"You have to hurry up. We don't have much time." The short man in black robe whispered, and his voice was as sharp as grinding glass with a stone.

"No one in the castle has found the place yet."

"Someone must have found it!" The sharp voice had a hint of rebuke, "A new heir has appeared, and the 'materials' we saved are failing. If you move faster, I warn you, it will be a long time until the next 'blood sacrifice' Time is running out, and I can’t guarantee that you will have a spot this time.”

"I'm working hard!" The tall figure's voice was very hoarse. It might not be his original voice, but a magic disguise.

Hearing this, the short black shadow seemed to be even more angry, "Then work harder!"

"Huh~" The atmosphere around the two of them became very tense. It seemed that they had a superior-subordinate relationship, but the short one didn't care about it. He still said indifferently: "For another thing, how are you prepared?"

"That's almost enough."

"Very well - catch him and take him out of the castle. Remember, he is more important than that place. Separate priorities."

"I see."

"Okay, you can go back and don't be suspected by others."

The sound in the shade suddenly stopped. Hiding behind a low bush, Owen pulled Hermione and looked up.

He had drawn his wand.

Sure enough, Hogwarts would never be a safe year for people.

There are some miscellaneous fish popping up here.

And just when Owen was about to step forward and kill the two guys like a breeze sweeping away fallen leaves, Hermione on the side held him back, "Wait!" she said.

Hermione knew clearly that the short black robe must be the goblin.

As for the tall one, is he the traitor in the castle?

"We need to find out their purpose first."

"Wait until I catch them and then Legilimency, the same thing." Owen looked back again, and the short figure had disappeared.

I don’t know where he went, maybe he apparated away.

As for the tall one, he did not go back to the castle, but walked towards another shadow in the woods.

"Hmm - it seems so." Hermione thought for a while, and it seemed that this was also a method. It was a good way to deal with enemies, especially enemies who might have ill intentions towards her.

After Owen's influence over the past few years, she is no longer so pedantic.

"Wait!" Just as Owen stood up and was about to catch the clown.

A voice, another interrupted him.

"What are you two doing?" The deep and mocking voice was very recognizable.

The two of them turned back quickly.

It was indeed that person.

Snape.

"We - we are taking a walk, Professor!" Hermione spoke first. She didn't dare to let Owen speak first, otherwise he would definitely taunt Snape, and then the two of them would quarrel. "There was too much at the dinner. ."

"Haha - a walk?" Snape sneered as he strode past them, his long black robes flowing behind him.

His eagle-like nose pointed at the forest in the distance, as if he was watching something.

But at this time, there was something else in the vast white forest.

"Hmph - don't let me find out that you are creating a conspiracy." Snape stared at the two of them closely, his eyes full of resentment, as if he was very unhappy that he had not caught the two of them.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff." He said loudly, then passed by the two of them, turned around and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​flowers.

"Uh." After being delayed by Snape, the tall black figure ran away without knowing where he was.

"Forget it." Hermione saw Owen's displeased expression and comforted with a smile, "They will definitely take action, and they will definitely show their flaws by then."

"Okay!" Owen said quietly.

There was no one around now, but the two of them lost interest.

Both the two men in black and Snape ruined the atmosphere.

Owen and Hermione returned to the Great Hall, Ron ran away unknown where, and Koatl sat alone in the corner. From time to time, little wizards invited her to dance, but she coldly refused.

Ginny and Gabrielle sat with a large group of Beauxbatons girls, Neville and Hannah danced together, and Harry and Justin sat at a table away from the dance floor.

"Have you seen Ron?" Harry asked, looking at Owen and Hermione who had just returned.

"Huh? He didn't go into the woods?" Owen glanced at Koyatel over there. "She was in the auditorium the whole time?"

"Always there," Harry said. "Not long after you went out, he sneaked out."

"Haha - I'm not afraid of being beaten when I go out alone."

For the remainder of the ball, they sat in the corner talking about the secret room and had no intention of dancing. He had a hunch that the mysterious man he just met should be here for the so-called treasure.

One after another, many little wizards came over and invited them to dance.

Mainly because Krum came over several times, and it seemed that he was not the only one who really discovered Miss Granger's excellent qualities.

But they were all rejected by Hermione.

Harry looked at Cho Chang from time to time, but when he saw her and Cedric together, he had a strong urge to smash things.

Owen persuaded him to go over and invite Qiu. Harry hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head and took no action.

Then Hermione began to encourage him to ask Ginny to dance.

Ginny, who was chatting with Gabrielle, seemed to hear someone calling her name.

She turned around silently and saw Harry looking at her.

Then - Owen pulled Harry's chair and kicked him over.

He had no choice but to awkwardly walk by and invite Ginny to dance.

The two of them twisted awkwardly on the dance floor, finally waiting for the revolving door - no regrets.

At twelve o'clock at midnight, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, and everyone gave them warm applause for the last time. Everyone in the auditorium went back individually.

Harry and the others drank too much butterbeer, their cheeks were red and their legs were trembling - they were so drunk late at night.

Owen was seriously suspicious and drank the high-altitude beer he prepared for Miss Granger.

Ron didn't know where he ran.

In the end, Neville and Seamus carried Harry back to the dormitory. Miss Granger was a little worried - she was afraid that the drunk Harry would do something embarrassing, and - Owen, you guy came from outside. Sneaking wine in.

With her cheeks slightly red, she glared at Owen fiercely, then followed Neville and the others back to the Gryffindor common room.

Justin, Hannah and the others also went back. After playing all night, they were tired.

Owen was one of the last few wizards to leave the Great Hall.

As the president of the Hogwarts Student Union, he is responsible for catching the little wizards who have been hiding in the surrounding woods to prevent them from getting too intimate, falling asleep in the snow, and freezing to death.

Especially those in seventh grade. As adults, they can drink high-alcohol drinks at will. If they do anything after getting drunk, only God knows. After all, they are wizards, and they can do anything with a magic wand.

After Owen braved the wind and snow to catch the fourth disheveled young couple from the garden outside the castle, his work was finally over.

"No matter what, we must let Dumbledore re-establish the female student union president next year!" Owen walked across the white snow and complained gloomily, "I can't do all the work!"

The wind and snow started falling again outside. This snow was very strange. It lasted intermittently for twenty days. Except for a few cloudy and sunny days, most of the time it poured down like goose feathers like now.

It's rare for the snow to be so heavy in a winter.

Although the Scottish Highlands are close to the sea and blocked by high mountains, they form rain slopes, but it is really rare to be as exaggerated as this year.

I heard that in the Muggle world, the government is providing emergency relief, and the Ministry of Magic seems to be providing a little help. All in all it was a hard winter.

"Owen——" Just as Owen stepped into the main building below the observatory, a red-haired wizard came out of the shadow of the building.

"Huh?" He turned around and waved his wand.

The magic power drives the door bolt, and countless complicated mechanisms fall down, like delicate mortises and tenons, and the door slowly closes in conjunction with it.

Then, he turned back and looked at Percy.

"You look bad!"

His face was pale, perhaps because of the white snow.

But even then, the whiteness was a bit exaggerated, like a patient who had lost too much blood.

Coupled with the deep sunken eye sockets and bloodless lips, Percy looked extremely ill. At first glance, the only thing you could think of was when he would collapse.

"It's not bad!" Percy walked over from the shadows, "It's just terrible!"

The two walked side by side from the corridor below the tower, heading towards the direction of the auditorium.

"I was attacked."

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