I, Hogwarts Second Week

"What do you think is the reason for this?"

Dumbledore looked at him, the light of wisdom shining behind his half-moon eyes.

"It looks like something has been taken away. It can't be the soul. When the soul is taken away from the person, it will be very different. Just like that idiot Voldemort will lose his hair. It doesn't look like magic. If it is magic, You shouldn’t have been weak for so long.”

It's not like the little wizard didn't cast spells to the point of fainting from exhaustion.

Most of them would go to the school infirmary for a night's sleep, and then take a pair of Madam Pomfrey's sticky potions that smelled like stinky rags, and they would be full of energy again the next day.

Not like Weasley, who had been weak for more than a month.

"Yes!" the old principal murmured.

In an inadvertent moment, he looked back at the petrified old goblin over there, a trace of anger flashing in his blue eyes.

Did those goblins mistake him for that Black?

"The answer will come soon."

Following Dumbledore's gaze, Owen also looked over there. He saw Snape walking over, his eyes full of disgust, because there seemed to be several goblin corpses there. The shriveled corpses exuded a stench, as if they had been dead. Been dead for a month.

He took out his wand and cast a levitating spell on the old goblin, then moved it to the black wall with a flick of his finger.

Owen can probably guess what will happen to this old guy if Ludo Bagman is to be force-fed a few drops of Veritaserum.

Then this goblin must be injected with veritaserum through the meridians.

Haha - just kidding.

Veritaserum is such a precious potion. If there is another way to pry open its mouth, don't use the potion.

It doesn't deserve it.

"But we are not ignorant." Just as Owen was thinking about how Snape could pry those two guys apart, the old headmaster suddenly spoke.

He took out an ampoule from his loose robe.

"Mr. Victor's research on ancient magic is astonishing! In this regard, I'm afraid he has surpassed all of us."

As he spoke, he opened the bottle and tilted it slightly, and bright red liquid flowed out of it, dripping down the wound on Ginny's arm.

"Um?"

Owen's eyes widened.

The moment the red liquid came into contact with the wound, he actually saw the wound light up slightly, with a faint silvery glow. The flowing blood began to seep into her skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then a miracle happened.

Ginny's skin, which was as pale as a sheet a second ago and looked as if she was about to die, was actually regaining its blush at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if someone had filled her with color with a paintbrush. In the blink of an eye, the girl looked just like an ordinary person based on her appearance.

The wound on the arm also healed in the blink of an eye.

The little girl seemed to be stung. In the process of healing the wound, her brows wrinkled slightly and her eyelashes trembled.

But this was only temporary, and soon her expression returned to calmness, as if she had fallen asleep.

"What the hell?" Owen exclaimed.

"Here" Hermione looked at Dumbledore. She thought this was some kind of special medicine.

Harry also came here with the professors. He came closer, his face also full of surprise.

He suddenly felt inexplicably concerned about what happened to Ginny, and his eyes were fixed here from beginning to end.

When Dumbledore took out the 'potion' to cure Ginny, Harry looked at the old headmaster with not only admiration and gratitude, but also a little bit of complaint.

If Professor Dumbledore had a magic potion that could heal wounds like this, why not give Ron some.

Is this his punishment?

Harry couldn't help but turned his head and looked at Ron, who was standing side by side with him.

When he saw Ginny lying there covered in blood, he went crazy and wanted to rush over, but he stopped him.

Because Harry felt that Dumbledore would definitely find a way.

Looking at it now, it is indeed true.

As for Ron, Harry was in favor of teaching his friend who had been carried away a lesson.

But, on the other hand, he couldn't help but think, if Qiu Zhang was a Hogwarts warrior, would he tell her the content of the game?

Whenever his thoughts came to this, Harry couldn't help but wake up quickly. He didn't dare to think about it because he didn't think he would be able to hold back.

On the other side, when Harry was thinking wildly.

Owen looked at Dumbledore with surprise on his face.

Of course he knew what was in the ampoule in the old principal's hand.

Because that ampoule was the one he gave to Dumbledore yesterday.

"Is this a magical principle? It's not scientific or magical!"

When did his blood still have this effect?

Owen was completely stunned!

Then if I cut myself, why didn't the wound heal quickly? Co-authored, this magical effect is only useful to others but not to yourself, right?

Um - that's not right, it should only be useful to Weasley's few, he guessed.

And just when Owen was thinking about it and trying to figure out the situation, Ron on the side came over.

He craned his neck and focused his eyes on Ginny, "Professor, my sister... ah."

Before he could say anything, Owen kicked him in the air and knocked him to the ground.

When the troublemaker fell, he directly kneeled him down.

"What are you doing!" Ron was still struggling, but it was a pity that Owen was indifferent to this. Just scream - he broke his throat and came back to save you.

Then, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and activated the transformation technique. The seaweed around him suddenly twitched crazily, and then stretched and tied his hands and feet tightly.

Then with a 'Second' sound, he directly took off Ron's clothes.

The wand passed across his palm, and when a few drops of blood seeped out slightly, he punched him on the waist with a punch - um - no - a palm.

"ah----"

Someone made a sound like a killing pig. The miserable voice sounded as if Owen was going to do something to him.

The body twisted and struggled like a caterpillar.

"What's it called?" He said, giving him another slap, ahem - the kind that definitely didn't involve any personal grudges.

"Dad is teaching you kung fu!"

"It's your uncle, Owen." Ron yelled, and screams of pain came from his mouth at the same time, as if the Dark Lord had given him a Cruciatus Curse.

"Oh! You're so lively!" Owen raised his eyebrows and slapped him again, "It seems to be of some use!"

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The scene was very eye-catching, Irving was only missing the whip.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both looked away with twitching corners of their mouths.

Everyone present, except Dumbledore who kept smiling, may be because the principal is very experienced in this area, but maybe the whip he used is not a small whip.

As for the other professors, they all hid their faces and turned their heads. An awkward atmosphere spread here. Several professors couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, young people nowadays - they are so bold.

The magical world has indeed changed.

The world is getting worse, the world is really getting worse!

Owen didn't pay attention to the professors' gazes. He just slapped him a few times. Oops - it was such a relief!

"Huh? It doesn't work!"

Ron's waist was still livid and black, and it had not recovered at all like Ginny's.

"That's why you beat me!!!" Harry quickly pulled Owen away. Although Ron screamed at first, his face became normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a blush appeared.

Harry thought this was some kind of special treatment.

But he soon discovered that Owen seemed to be just beating up Ron.

Look how much his [True Heroine] was beaten.

"Oh! It really works!"

He took a few steps back and glanced at Ron's half-dead face, which was stained with pear blossoms and rain.

Then, Owen lowered his head and looked at his palm with great displeasure. The wound was healing slowly (he was casting a spell on himself: heal quickly), but there were ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping in his heart.

Why?

Why can't I have sex with Miss Granger?

Why are they a bunch of rough guys?

He is in trouble with the Weasley family, right?

On the other side, after Owen finally calmed down, the professors began to carefully look at this hidden place under the lake.

There has never been a legend about the Black Lake in the castle. Even about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, there are only a few words left behind. But this is the first time they have seen such a magical place.

"Look there."

At the old goblin's original location, several professors walked over side by side.

They were pretty sure it was an altar.

A very crude altar.

But the items that make up the altar look very precious. In the center is a silver pillar that is erected, about ten feet high, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom. The professors have reason to believe that it may be a whole piece. mithril.

This pillar has carved beams and painted pillars. There were densely packed ancient runes carved from top to bottom with a knife or something else.

At the top, where the runes gather, there is a vague portrait painted in an abstract style, which makes it look more like some kind of terrifying monster.

The monster's body was obviously stretched, its eyes were large and disproportionate, and the feathers on its body were jumping like flames.

When Owen's eyes fixed on the monster, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.

A thin stream of sweat oozed from his forehead. The next second, his vision suddenly seemed to be blocked by something, and he seemed to see something, but that moment was very fast, probably only a few frames, and he jumped over in one fell swoop.

When he looked back, Owen could no longer stand.

"What's wrong?" Miss Granger next to her quickly helped him. Concern was written on his face.

As smart as she was, of course she figured out that the content in Dumbledore's bottle was Owen's blood. She guessed it when he cut his palm to heal Ron.

She raised her head and looked at the statue on the silver pillar, not noticing anything strange.

So she just thought it was Owen who spent too much to heal Ginny and Ron.

"It's okay." He grabbed the little witch's hand, "Maybe I didn't sleep well. I have a cold."

He smiled and said nothing more.

On the other side, the professors have arrived at the edge of the altar.

Professor Flitwick, wand raised.

Faint blue lights flashed continuously from the tip of his wand, like a searchlight turning on and off.

Everyone knew that he was checking for any magic traps around him.

No wonder the professor was so careful, it was because the altar was too evil.

In addition to being filled with evil runes, the silver pillar also has an iron chain sticking out from the top.

It was an iron chain about two fingers thick. The iron chain passed through the ribs of more than a dozen goblins and hung them on the pillars. Their bodies had no blood and each one had turned into a mummy.

The corpses clung to the pillars, giving people a sense of déjà vu as if the silver pillars had sucked their blood away.

The evil that is about to emerge cannot help but lead to Professor Flitwick's carelessness.

Continuing downward, there is a more complex magic circle on the ground.

The hexagonal patterns are intertwined, surrounded by circles of equally profound ancient runes.

The magic text shines brightly, with light blue light flashing in it.

"Evil! Totally evil!"

Professor Flitwick pinched his nose, feeling terrible.

Unlike Hagrid who hides his ancestry, everyone knows that Professor Flitwick has some goblin blood.

Although it seems that the professor is almost the same as a human except for his short body, for example, in appearance, he does not have a huge head, pointed nose, ears, and slender hands and feet.

However, after seeing these evil goblins, the professor still felt ripples in his heart. Even as wise as he was, he couldn't help but worry that the little wizard would have a grudge against him because of this incident.

"The smell of ancient magic."

At this time, a lame young man came behind him.

"Most of the magic patterns around them mean gathering, extraction, and condensation." Victor frowned and said, "Someone extracted something from the bodies of these goblins. I guess it is flesh and blood, and then gathered it into something."

"Sacrifice?" Professor Flitwick immediately read the word with understanding.

"I think so. Only in this way can they open the altar."

"Where is the altar connected?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"I don't know. This is not my research direction. In fact, regarding extremely evil and dark magic such as demons, altars, and sacrifices, as early as the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, all records were burned. Books and studies of this magic were destroyed.

I don’t think that kind of books are still circulating in the wizarding world now. Even the libraries of historic magic schools like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons don’t record a shred of information about sacrificial magic in the Dark Ages. "

"What about those pure-blood families?" Professor Flitwick said.

"I don't think they have either." Victor took out a booklet from his pocket. The book floated, and the automatic recording quill sleeping in a certain piece of paper also woke up.

It began to write rapidly, faithfully recording all the runes on the ground.

"After so many years, it is impossible for them to suddenly come up with such an evil magic book at this time. If they really had it, they should have taken it out during the First Wizarding War when Voldemort was so powerful."

"Yeah!" Professor Flitwick nodded. "Seal this place up, we can only study it slowly."

Then he looked to the side, looking past the altar. Behind him was a land with abundant water and grass, and a lot of gravel scattered on the ground.

They are regular in shape, and at first glance they are formed by the collapse of sculptures.

Immediately, the professor cast a repair spell, and sure enough, these were parts of a certain statue, and they had just been destroyed. It’s not that time has knocked them down.

The rocks began to regroup.

It was like pressing the back button and everything returned to their original state.

"This is?"

Professor Flitwick looked surprised.

Then other professors also noticed this.

They walked over and gathered together, and countless pairs of eyes fell on the four statues.

Hogwarts founder statue!

And it’s a statue of the founder of Hogwarts in his youth.

A powerful protective spell must have been cast on the statue. It has not been weathered for more than a thousand years. The face, clothes, and even the texture of the skin are all clearly there.

They looked to be in their twenties.

At that time, the founders had not yet established Hogwarts, and they were hanging out together, like an adventuring party in a fantasy story. Traveled throughout Europe.

Four wizards with extraordinary talents, four young but ambitious wizards.

Just like when Dumbledore met Grindelwald, they were connected fiercely.

Among the four statues, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were walking in the middle. One was holding a golden cup and looking happily at the girl on the side. It seemed that he was about to discuss with the other party what to eat for dinner. The other looked calm and held a cup in his hand. A manuscript, looking helplessly at the girl who was lowering her head and chattering about the recipe.

On the other side of the two people - next to Hufflepuff stood Gryffindor. He was holding a sword and looking away. It made people wonder if he was looking for grassheads or something.

Next to Ravenclaw stood Slytherin. He was holding a parchment scroll tightly in his hand, but his eyes did not stay on it. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at Gryffindor as if he was looking at an idiot. He raised a mocking smile.

Lifelike, the statue seems to be alive.

It seems that the laughter of the four people can still be heard in my ears.

Just like the dappled light shining through the leaves, it is still the same as it was thousands of years ago.

"This sculpture"

There have never been portraits of the four founders in their youth at Hogwarts.

In their impression, the founders all seemed to be in their sixties. Perhaps Ravenclaw was luckier. As the earliest of the four founders to die, she did not leave her gray hair to future generations. .

Apart from that, the rest of the portraits, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are mostly in middle age, while Slytherin, the only portrait of him hanging in the Slytherin common room, a An old look.

Today, there are sculptures of the four founders in their youth.

Suddenly, the wizards present realized that it turned out that the legendary wizards, the founders of Hogwarts, were once young, frivolous, and like the wind, they could go wherever they wanted. Been there.

"here--"

Professor Flitwick frowned. He had no idea where this place, this underwater chamber, was or who created it.

The statue in front of me must have been carved a thousand years ago, because at least someone who had seen the founder when he was young could carve such a charming sculpture. It's impossible to achieve such a lifelike image with just imagination.

Other professors, including Professor McGonagall, couldn't guess where this place was.

Snape watched calmly, as if he was not interested in anything.

Only Owen noticed.

This is an inconspicuous reminder all over the mountains and plains.

"This is the final resting place of Helga Hufflepuff." Owen held Hermione's hand and walked slowly, followed by Dumbledore, Harry and Ron, who was hunched over his back.

Ginny's breathing has stabilized and her body has recovered as before. However, her spirit may have been frightened and she did not wake up for a while. Dumbledore checked and found that the girl was just asleep.

"Owen——"

After hearing Owen's words, Professor Sprout's eyes widened and he looked around in disbelief, at the patch of seaweed swaying in the wind and the mighty tree.

Gradually, she understood.

this--

The professor slowly squatted down and brushed his fingers over a piece of seaweed.

"This is not seaweed," she said. "This is wheat without ears."

Then she pointed to the tree again, "That's an apple tree?"

The professor had never seen such a huge apple tree and was hesitant for a moment.

"It's an apple tree." Owen replied sincerely. “The cheapest fruit in Europe – because everyone can afford it.”

Suddenly, a solemn wind blew from this sleeping place buried deep under the black lake.

"The great Hufflepuff left Hogwarts the last treasure."

"It's a wheat field and an apple tree."

Countless branches and leaves swayed in the wind, and the shiny leaves shone like mirrors on the branches.

They seem to be telling people a story from a thousand years ago.

The story is like a low musical instrument, the sound of rustling leaves singing in a low voice, accompanied by sadness and glory, creating waves of sound.

Spreading, the sound seemed to pass through the dome, pass through the black lake, and resound in the sky above the entire Hogwarts.

"oops!"

At some point, a dark-colored branch stretched out from above Owen's head, and the buds swayed slightly. Then an apple fell from the trunk and hit him on the head.

It was as if Lady Hufflepuff was rewarding his intelligence.

In a daze, he even heard the gentle and warm laughter coming from his ears, and the words, 'Five points for Hufflepuff'.

In an instant, the concern that spanned a thousand years fell on Owen's shoulders. Time inflated that simple emotion, and then suddenly burst. People's emotions were like the balloon, as if it had reached a certain peak, and then exploded. Overflowing.

Let everyone be moved by it.

Miss Granger even had a sore nose.

After a long while, Owen held the apple, rubbed his head, looked at the apple tree with a smile, and whispered: "Thank you, Professor."

Immediately, the wind became stronger, the branches and leaves began to sway violently, and the rustling sound became louder. It was the waves hitting the coast.

It was also the response Lady Hufflepuff gave him.

"Oh my god——"

"Incredible."

Harry and Ron spoke with shock in their eyes.

They felt as if their bodies and minds had been purified.

The professors headed by Professor Sprout, including Dumbledore, all looked solemn.

They faced the apple tree that represented Lady Hufflepuff, took off their hats - and bowed slightly in tribute.