I, Hogwarts Second Week

Miss Granger was leaning against the kitchen window, the morning breeze outside the window blowing her hair, and the sunlight passing through the hedges, grass and farmland from a distance, passing through the window, shining on her face.

Suddenly, a beautiful, leisurely time in the afternoon emerged spontaneously, like childhood memories, the old man under the big tree at the entrance of the village, the yellow dog at the old man's feet, the bustling children after school.

The winding road with no end in the distance and the boundless fertile fields on both sides were all dyed with golden light under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Yes - that's how Irving feels right now.

"This is a trance."

A crisp voice sounded from the second floor.

Owen raised his head and saw a girl with short black hair, the ends of her hair sticking to her ears, and black eyes walking down the wooden stairs that smelled a bit moldy.

"Is this your original appearance?" Owen looked at her curiously, then pulled up a chair and leaned against the window.

"Maybe!"

She leaned on the armrest and continued, "I was transformed by their magic before I was born. How do I know what I originally looked like?"

"What's going on now?" Owen continued to ask, "You trapped me here?"

"I don't have this ability." The girl said, she walked to the kitchen and took out a tea cup from the cupboard. "There should be tea here, it's black tea. I bought a pack of it in Chinatown in New York. The taste is so nostalgic, but it's a pity that I'm not allowed to have anything I like."

"That's fine." Owen leaned against the window and said dully.

The next moment, red tea suddenly flowed from the bottom of the tea cup in her hand.

The tea slowly rose up and finally filled the entire cup.

"Amazing." The girl said, "Thank you."

Some hot tea moistened her lips and teeth, followed the tip of her tongue, spread throughout her mouth, and then flowed down the river. The aftertaste of aroma fills the tip of the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"It looks like you're in charge here."

"Am I in charge?" Owen looked at her doubtfully, and then seemed to have figured out something.

Then he turned to look at Miss Granger who looked like an ancient Greek statue.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione, who was wearing Hogwarts school uniform, suddenly began to twist and her robes tightened and deformed. After a few seconds, her clothes changed dramatically. The robes disappeared and were replaced by a silk-like ear-length The skirt hugged her body.

Her straight and rosy calves were wrapped in stockings, and her feet were wearing flat leather boots.

"Wow!!!" Owen shouted, no longer leaning against the window.

He happily started pinching pictures as if he had discovered a new world.

"I can play with this costume for a year!" He thought wildly, and the statue of Miss Granger began to change costumes continuously.

"cool!"

After playing for a long time, Owen stopped. Mainly because he had finished changing his serious clothes and not serious clothes.

It's easy to be harmonious if you're not serious, and you won't think nonsense.

"It seems that you are not that bold." At this time, Koyatel from the side intervened appropriately, and she said with a slightly mocking tone, "Or do you have a lustful heart but not a lustful courage?"

The powerful magical ability of the young man in front of her often made her forget his age, and at least treat him as her same age.

Only then will she realize that he is just a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old kid who has probably never even been kissed.

Hmm - why am I thinking about this?

"Haha -" Owen rolled his eyes at her, "Isn't there a light bulb like this?"

"So why don't you crawl!"

"I want to, too, but unfortunately I can't." Koyatel said calmly.

"So what exactly is going on?"

"Didn't I tell you about the trance-like illusion? However, strictly speaking, it is not entirely true. This place is composed of your spiritual world and a small part of mine. Compared with the illusion of the gods, it lacks the gaze of the gods!"

"I mean the reason for this." Owen also 'thought' of a cup of tea, but his was scented tea.

With the scent of roses.

"The way you killed me wasn't right."

"." Owen looked at him blankly.

Then I was speechless.

After a while, he stretched out his thumb and said: "6."

"Then please explain in detail what the correct way is, and I will try again."

"How do I know?" Koyatel said with an unmoved expression, as if she had never smiled. "Maybe it has something to do with ancient magic."

"Besides, it's not me who should be anxious, it's you, Owen. I can just wait here for my soul to die, but you, do you want to die with me?"

"Ha—accompany you?" Owen glanced at her with disdain, "What a shameless face! Where do you have the confidence to say such a thing!"

After saying that, he got up on the bench and sat closer to Miss Granger. To prevent this bad woman from having any thoughts about him.

It's a pity that this is a trance and fantasy.

Otherwise, he would definitely add a few more shots of the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse.

Hold!

Starting tomorrow, he will abstain from the three unforgivable things.

Damn it, is he unlucky this year?

The magic spell that was originally easy to use keeps causing problems!

Owen was a little irritated. He rubbed his temples and glanced at Hermione involuntarily.

A person's luck is determined, and this year it seems that all his good luck has been spent on Miss Granger.

So much so that he failed everywhere in other matters!

"Ancient magic——"

"Blurred fantasy——"

Owen took another sip of tea, "This illusion occurs because there is an indescribable soul connection between the two."

Just like Voldemort and Harry.

When Voldemort used the Killing Curse to kill Harry, Harry entered a trance.

Because the magic of love exists in both Harry and Voldemort.

Therefore, the Killing Curse cannot kill Harry. The only thing the Curse can kill is the part of Harry's soul that belongs to Voldemort.

And what connection can he have with Koyatel?

It's nothing more than ancient magic. So is this situation because the girl also has ancient magic power, allowing his killing curse to determine that the other party is him?

The same thing happened the last time he used the Legilimency spell on her, and even part of his ancient magic power was taken away by her.

Does it make sense to think so?

Speculating, Owen felt that there should be some truth. The girl's soul has the shadow of Quetzalcoatl, and the heir's own power comes from the gods. Maybe he also has a part of Quetzalcoatl's power, which can bring the magic of love. If it were replaced by the magic power of the gods, wouldn't this be a perfect explanation?

Then - who died?

The killing curse must kill something!

It's like Voldemort killed Harry's own soul.

"You just said that there are no outside gods watching here - that is to say, the killing curse just killed the part of your body that belongs to the outside gods?" Owen immediately surmised that this woman might be Brigid Academy What Chang calls the anchor point.

"Expulsion—" Koatl corrected, "Mortals cannot kill gods, they can only expel them."

As she said that, she raised her head, her black eyes flashing with surprise, "You are smarter than I thought. Did you infer all this yourself?"

"Tch—anyone who's not an idiot can guess it." Owen threw the tea cup into the air, and then the shadow flashed and the tea cup disappeared instantly. He looked out the window along the life-size statue of Miss Granger.

The fields outside look like a Van Gogh painting.

The thickly applied colors seem to be flowing, carrying overwhelming hope for life. The beauty is so wanton, as if the artist paints with blood, sincere and hot.

It's just that because of the morning twilight in the sky, the rising sun obscures the stars. Although the golden glow is spectacular, it lacks some embellishment.

Then, Owen tried to raise his hand, and the next second, the sky suddenly turned into chaos again.

The universe was dim, and the broken stars stirred up the nebula like mud. The fusion light flew high into the sky from Owen's fingertips. He cut his blood vessels, and what flowed out was a sky full of stars.

At this point, he became the only sun in this world.

"So, you are the anchor of the Outer God? When did it find you?"

"Anchor point?" Koyatel also looked out the window.

The earth-shaking changes there made her sink into it.

What a wonderful creation.

Use the sky as a scroll and paint it with magnificent colors.

Suddenly, some starlight did not fly from Owen's hand into the sky.

Instead he got into the room.

When she subconsciously turned around, many people suddenly appeared in the room.

The man with different eyes was the first to walk out of the starlight. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs uninhibitedly, and looked at her with a chuckle on his lips.

Then came Dumbledore in a luxurious robe.

He sat on the sofa on the other side, and it was then that Coattel noticed that the man before was not looking at her, but at Dumbledore.

Then came a girl with dirty blonde hair. She remembered the other person's name, it seemed to be Luna, Luna Lovegood.

Then there were Harry Potter, Hannah Abbott, Ron Weasley, Justin, Neville, Cedric, Fleur and so on - there were some she couldn't name at all.

The originally empty room suddenly became crowded.

Those people - those statues that don't move.

Things she would never have.

Koyatel suddenly turned his head and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Are you only attacking the anchor point of this world? This description is appropriate."

"They're all just puppets."

"Puppet-" Owen nodded.

Suddenly he figured out a lot of questions.

For example, why would she never jump back?

That's because the outer gods' attention is always on her, and she has neither the ability nor the opportunity to tell those secrets.

But now it's okay.

Didn't she say anything?

The outer gods were banished.

"I've always had a question, where did the ancient magic in you come from." Immediately, Owen asked the core question.

On the other side, after hearing this question, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Koyatel's face, followed by an expression of hatred, disgust, and resentment, and the fingers holding the tea cup turned pale.

After a long time, her expression returned to normal, "The MACUSA discovered an ancient ruins in New Mexico fifty years ago. It was a high tower."

"They discovered a condensed matter magic similar to mercury from the tower."

"This would not attract the attention of the Magic Congress, but twenty years ago, a goblin who claimed to be the Goblin Brotherhood found the then president of the Magic Congress and explained to him the use of that magic power."

"Stop—" Owen interrupted her appropriately, "How do goblins know about ancient magic?"

"I don't know," Koatl continued, "but the hostility between goblins and heirs has existed at least four hundred years ago."

"Zuzhen—the fairy." Owen said in an incomprehensible tone. "Go on--"

The morning light outside the window, which was originally a beautiful scenery, suddenly started a gust of wind.

The wind seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

Owen had no choice but to close the window, then reluctantly held Miss Granger and sat on the sofa.

Well - between grandpa and grandma.

"The heir has disappeared for too long." Koyatel did not look at him, but continued to look out the window and murmured.

"When the goblin discovered the magic spring, he had an idea."

"I understand. If you don't have an heir, just make one yourself." Owen responded, "So you are the only one who survived the ancient magic experiment?"

Koyatel hesitated to speak, her eyebrows were clouded. She wanted to pretend to be calm, but the painful experiences in the past pulled her and dragged her towards the abyss.

"Yes." After a while, she said briefly.

"Well, it seems you still don't understand why Quetzalcoatl favors you?" Owen said casually, "How much information do you know about the goblin Outer God? What about other anchor points? What is the Outer God's plan? Does Voldemort know? ? Is he connected with the outside gods? Who manipulated the Goblet of Fire? "

He asked a series of questions.

But after hearing this, Koyatel showed a mocking smile. She was laughing at herself, and at him.

"I wonder if you have misunderstood something?" She said coldly and arrogantly, "Why do you think I would tell you this?"

"So you can save the world?"

"Oh - do you think that I am the wizard's invisible guardian?"

"Haha -" she laughed, her eyes flashing with mad excitement, "Do you think wizards should be superior to others? Even the stars will go out, so wizards should exist forever? Haha - if this evil species has If the sky is extinct, that will be the best news I have ever heard."

"."

Owen held back his eyes at the mad woman who was smiling coldly.

I understood immediately.

She was indeed tortured by the whispers of the alien gods, and she always wanted to be free in her heart, but this did not mean that she would develop a liking for wizards during her childhood when she was tortured and imprisoned.

Deep down in her heart, she hopes to see the outer gods destroy the world, and seeking death is just because she cannot endure the torture of the outer gods.

These are two things.

And they are two parallel things that do not negotiate with each other.

"That's a good idea. Rubbish wizards are really a waste of air when alive, and a waste of land when dead. I think the emergence of eradicating wizards is a mistake in the development of the world." Owen rolled his eyes, and thoughts came to his mind.

In an instant a plan emerged quietly.

"Pain, despair, curse, all sin and pain melt into chaos, returning life to the age of the furnace.

Become one forever. "

"This is a great idea. Let 'God' pinch people in the next life! Let's see if he can create a more perfect race."

Owen said half madly, half sarcastically.

He was mocking the god and the man in front of him.

He knew these people too well.

She wanted to die because she wanted to die alone.

Although the curse that shot her head started with herself, it was she who embraced it.

Although her death was pathologically attributed to suicide.

But her murderer was actually someone else, and its name was the Magical Congress.

Thinking in his mind, he held Miss Granger's hand, softened a certain touch in his heart, and said in a different tone, "But it's a pity that you can't see this anymore.

Although I don't know what effect expelling the alien god from your body will have on you, it is probably death. "

"I love Death."

"Who doesn't love it? I mean, don't you think it's a pity?" Owen turned his head and looked at her seriously. "You have lived in a cage from birth to death, and you are not even allowed to have the things you like. Don't you think it is a pity to rush into the arms of death now?"

"Don't rush to refute." Owen raised his hand to stop him.

The memory palace in my head rises from the ground.

Countless memories of ancient magic came flooding in. It was clear how to peel off anchor points and how to continue life after being eroded by external gods.

"Look out the window," he said. "How long has it been since you looked up at the sky?"

Irving's voice trailed off, and Koyatel responded with silence.

She was silent, her eyes slightly moved.

"I can save you." Owen finally said those words, "Look, I am the heir after all? I have many means."

"Give me the information and I will save your life. Then one day you become impatient and commit suicide for fun. Or, you can continue to be the Outer God's lackey - uh - believer - follower - revolutionary, and have no interest in the revolution. Or, revolutionize the wizard's life!

Or take revenge on wizards and goblins who have caused you pain before.

Chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs.

How about it?

It's up to you. I don't believe you have nothing to do? "

Owen said a lot in one breath, his tone was full of temptation,

He saw the angry look in Koyatel's eyes making waves.

Just like a poem by the famous American poetess Emily Dickinson: I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun, but the sunshine has made my desolation a newer desolation.

If that killing curse killed her directly, Owen thought, the girl in front of him would definitely go to meet the God of Death with a smile of relief and happiness.

But - she was here now, and at this moment she could clearly feel the smell of freedom, the smell of oil and mold in the room, and the smell of damp, fresh grass in the fields.

It's the scent of roses.

When the breeze blows up your fever and your broken hair is flying, you open your arms and embrace the wind, just like the feeling of embracing the world. It's the taste of freedom.

Living things instinctively refuse to die.

Even the girl in front of me.

Owen saw her hesitation, but he was not in a hurry, "You can take some time to think about it carefully."

"I'm still busy trying to figure out how to get out of here."