I, Hogwarts Second Week

Some are young, some are old, some are driving, some are hiking, some are riding bulls or horses.

Owen knew their identities just by looking at the people in front of him.

Those are the people who have carved their names into a great civilization, an ethnic group, and every living soul.

The leaves are falling one after another, and the sun shines through the treetops into the forest. Their figures are so vivid and real.

The boy was stunned for a moment and his eyes moved.

——Since Pangu created the world, his huge body has evolved into a rich, diverse, vast and abundant mountains and rivers.

But the people in that land never seemed to give gods absolute authority over humans, because the starting point of their myths was always humans, not gods.

Before the gods had gone far, the two of them had already appeared, and they, the people in front of them, used the wisdom that grew from that land to answer the ultimate question about the universe.

At this time - an old man riding a green bull upside down walked past him.

The old man has an immortal air and a white beard reaching his waist and abdomen.

He didn't say anything.

Just watching the boy laugh.

Soon his green bull left Owen's side.

At this time someone else came.

It was also an old man, wearing a robe and leaning on a cane. There were several people of different ages supporting him beside him.

“You should look up to Heaven and be worthy of others, and you should not bow down to others. If you are successful, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself.”

Next to the old man, a middle-aged man full of awe-inspiring aura spoke first.

After he spoke for a moment, the tall and thin old man in black robe on the other side of the old man looked at him and said bluntly: "The difference between humans and animals does not lie in their nature, but in their behavior. It is not because humans cannot avoid morality in their nature. , to be moral, but because people know they should be moral, they strive to be good.”

The old man they were supporting stopped.

He bowed to the boy from a distance.

Owen, who was belatedly aware of the situation, quickly imitated the old man and bowed in return.

"If the name is not correct, the words will not go smoothly, if the words are not right, the things will not be done, and if the things are not done, the rituals and music will not be prosperous." The old man said.

Then they nodded towards him, and the three of them passed by him together and went away.

The Three Saints walked by, and there came another middle-aged man with bare chest and bare feet, holding two butterflies in his hands. He looked at the boy, smiled gently, then shook his head and said, "Gentleman Our friendship is as light as water, and it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to touch each other with foam."

"When Heaven entrusts a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body."

Then more and more people passed by him.

Owen is like a passerby, standing on the ridge of the field.

The fragrance of wheat fills the sky, drifting to unforeseen distances with the wind.

Nothing fell to the ground, he was soaring upwards.

The boy was stunned. He didn't understand why these ancient sages appeared here.

But they all seemed to be talking to themselves.

They wanted to tell him something.

And he still doesn't understand it yet.

Suddenly - there was a burst of hearty laughter and noisy voices from heaven and earth, as the high-pitched talk continued again.

Their voices reached Owen's ears clearly.

In an instant - Owen clearly noticed that the consciousness of some kind of god that was originally filled here suddenly disappeared.

Because of ancient magic, he could easily pay attention to the chattering wills around him.

"God——Is he finally defeated by man?"

This is a statement, not a question.

Because the facts are very clear.

"I seemed to hear many people talking and reading. Many people were calling my name."

In the field, a girl sat up.

She looked around blankly, then set her eyes on Owen.

"In a sense, they are our ancestors," Irving said.

Then the corner of his mouth raised, "Maybe he realized that his idiot descendant was in danger, so he came to save you personally."

"What offspring?" The girl was stunned, and then suddenly realized something. "can you speak Chinese?"

"I know more." Owen chuckled, and then continued, "How do you feel? I can feel your memory, it is very dull, and it should not have any impact on you anymore."

After Owen's reminder, Zhang Xiaolin noticed that the nagging voice in her head was gone, and the pain caused to her by all external objects was gone.

But she still had a headache.

The girl frowned and subconsciously held her forehead.

"Although there is no danger, after all, such complex memories suddenly flooded into the brain, and it is normal to have a headache." Owen said, and then he also sat on the ridge. "Relax, clear your mind. Don't think about anything." , sit quietly where you are, don’t move.”

"I cast a Legilimency spell on you, and the ancient magic was connected, so you know what I just knew."

"You don't even have to speak to answer, you just have to think about it in your heart and I will hear you."

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaolin endured the pain and asked the question she was most concerned about.

"You should know me." Owen said gently. "Last year, newspapers published my photo for several months. It's impossible for you not to recognize me.

I guess your brain is short-circuited now, your computer is down and you are restarting, and the search function is not working well.

So, let me introduce myself a little bit here.

My name is Owen Sanchez.

A famous male student at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's favorite heir.

Grindelwald's favorite grandson.

The current head of the French Rozier family.

Founder of a famous chain of beverage stores.

World famous therapist. "

"Okay - these titles simply describe one-tenth of my image. But you should have some outlines in your heart."

"Huh?" The girl made a confused voice. Owen rambled a lot. She already had a headache, so she didn't pay attention to the key points at all.

"Okay - those were just false names." Owen waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter. You just need to know that I am not the illusion of anyone. I am trying to save you. The reason why I appear here is because I'm just using the Legilimency spell on you."

"Why should I believe you?" Miss Zhang said angrily. Since entering the coffin of consciousness, she has encountered too many disguises and illusions.

Moreover - the boy/girl in front of him looks exactly like the woman just now.

By the way - she remembered that the person in front of her was Owen Rozier, the little wizard from Hogwarts who had saved the lives of many Aurors.

"Okay, you should be suspicious of me." Owen was not angry. He looked exactly like the Supreme Will now. He could also be said to be twins born from the same mother. It was natural for others to misunderstand her. It would be strange not to doubt Owen.

"Let me think about it." The boy rubbed his chin and began to search for memories about Miss Zhang in front of him.

This is not easy. She has now accepted too many memories of the goddess Diana and the Supreme Will Ionia, as well as thousands of reincarnations of her past. This has caused the memory belonging to the personality named Zhang Xiaolin to be squeezed to an extremely remote place. Gone to the corner of the memory palace.

Owen struggled to find some of her memories using Legilimency spells.

"Oh! Found it!" Owen was overjoyed, "Make me healthy.

Uh-huh - Zhang Xiaolin, right - in the boudoir of Qingfengzhai where you live alone, there is a box under the third floor tile from the left side of the bed, and inside there is a pair that you have treasured for a long time."

"Stop-" Suddenly, Miss Zhang's face turned red.

"I believe it!"

"Huh? Aren't you afraid that the goddess is spying on your memories?"

"I said, I believe it!" the girl said firmly.

"Yeah - I understand - you have to keep your innocence in this world, right?" Owen felt amused, "But let me tell you, that painting is all patinated. It may have been through the hands of many people, and the style of painting is also hundreds of years old. In the past, the learning value was really not high at all.”

"Shut up!!!" Miss Zhang shouted with a red face.

However, Owen has no intention of shutting up. He still thinks about himself and says, "Nowadays, movies, TV, etc., and there are countless videos about the Muggle world, aren't we very close to a small country? It’s not easy to do something like that.”

"I -" the girl gasped, her desire to break the boy in front of her was already too strong. If she were not in such a bad state now, she would have pounced on him and strangled him to death.

"I'm going to bite my tongue and kill myself!"

Owen looked at Miss Zhang up and down and said, "I don't believe it!"

"I think your memory seems to have a sweetheart. You haven't put your knowledge to use yet——"

"Go to hell (╯\u003eд\u003c)╯˙˙" Finally the girl couldn't bear it any longer. She pounced like a tiger, holding back her head and raising her fist, intending to leave her mark on Owen's handsome face. trace. "Die, die, die!!!"

Unfortunately, even in her normal state, it was impossible to hit Owen, not to mention that she was still in a state of residual health, so the boy easily dodged it.

"Why are you so angry? I don't want to see your memories either."

Owen stretched out his left hand and showed the wound to her, "Isn't this connected together?"

His eyes fell on the girl's long hair, one-third of which had turned black, and he said, "Besides, the suggestions I made are all serious suggestions."

"You're serious, you're stinky."

"Huh? Why do you curse people when you open your mouth?" Owen smiled, "Okay - in this case, I actually don't understand the mark on the lower right of the third page of the [Study Material].

how? Should I focus on studying this chapter? "

A girl who was almost dizzy with anger. Sitting on the ground and staring at him fiercely, a few words popped out of the tigress's mouth like she was about to eat, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Alas! That's right - I'm a kind-hearted person, and I don't like hard things."

Owen chuckled and sat back down on the ground.

"Okay, okay." He waved his hand. At this moment, nearly half of the girl's hair had turned black again. "The atmosphere has almost relaxed. Let's talk about business."

"This place." He pointed around.

"The coffin of consciousness, let's call it the coffin of consciousness! Your methods are really brilliant, and your ideas are even more shocking. Although the probability of success is almost non-existent, because no one can instantly withstand the memory of reincarnation for thousands of years. But it is indeed a Method.

What a genius! "

"Genius?" Zhang Xiaolin took a deep breath to calm down the fluctuations in her heart. Of course she still remembered the so-called truth that the woman told her. These memories were particularly clear because they had just happened, and there was no need to retrieve the memory. "As you said. I'm still dead, I can't digest these memories at all, and I may become another person soon."

"First of all -" Irving paused, "Whether it is the goddess, the supreme will, or the consciousness of thousands of reincarnations, they have all been cleared away by the sages who have just penetrated into our souls and made us who we are. "

"Secondly, this world was constructed by you. It belongs to you, so you will not die no matter what."

"In the end, you don't become another person, but your personality will undergo an irreversible change, and there will be a difference. For example, you used to like sweet tofu, but now you like salty tofu."

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"You still know this?" Miss Zhang was a little surprised, "Aren't you French?"

"It's not my wish to be reincarnated, and I can't decide. This is all Merlin's operation." Owen laughed, then changed the subject, "Of course, although I said it very lightly, but for you, um—— If you in the past saw you in the future, you would definitely think that you were taken away from me, you know what I mean."

"Can it be avoided?" the girl asked. She has grown to believe that Owen is here to save her.

"Yes - I can delete your memory appropriately. This is not difficult." Owen said, "I will delete all the memories of your thousands of reincarnations. After all, my mother is me, and my grandma is also me. It's still weird.

Only the memory of the goddess Diana and the Supreme Will remain. "

"I don't want it." Zhang Xiaolin said firmly.

"You can't do it." Owen's tone became serious, and he pointed to the surrounding field ridges and cypress trees, "I just walked past a group of ancient sages of the Ming Dynasty.

It was that vibrant era, and later generations gave it a name, "A Hundred Schools of Thought Contend."

Why are they here?

Because the words of the sages are the foundation of our consciousness. The background given by ancient civilization is even more important than your memory.

Because you lose part of your memory, you are still you, but if you lose part of your background, your speech, behavior, way of doing things, and thinking logic will undergo earth-shaking changes, from us to them. "

So you can't let go, because it is the struggle between the two gods that makes you who you are now. Only by knowing the cause can you get the effect, so those memories are indispensable. "

"I understand." Zhang Xiaolin nodded.

But there was more surprise in her eyes, because if it was the old master sitting in front of her at this time, then she would not think there was anything wrong with the conversation just now.

But the problem is - the other party is obviously a foreigner!

He couldn't find anything related to Ming Dynasty.

Why would such a person know their history in such detail, and - yes, the boy in front of him looks like a Ming Dynasty man in terms of his thinking logic, behavioral habits, and everything.

"You - you can't be an old monster from the Ming Dynasty who has lived for hundreds of years." Zhang Xiaolin narrowed her eyes, seriously doubting Owen's identity, seizing the body or something, although it was just a joke even in the magical world of the Ming Dynasty. It's only in the book, but - isn't the [Pretender] that has been causing a lot of noise recently considered a form of seizing one's body?

There is no guarantee that a great mage will not invent such magic.

"No -" Owen shook his head, "I just come from a greater civilization."

"France?!" Miss Zhang looked sarcastic.

“A place that answers the question of who the greatest people of all time are – the people.”

"Okay, okay, let's talk about you." Owen chuckled, and then said to Miss Zhang: "From the time you entered the purple smoke in Australia, you - you have been under a kind of illusion.

Illusion was established by you in the past. I think you already know the reason.

Don't worry, Sirius and the others are fine. They are just under the same illusion. You can dispel their magic when you wake up.

What interests me is actually the enemies you encounter in the Coffin of Consciousness. "

"Enemies? Which gods?" Miss Zhang asked puzzledly.

"That's right - what you encountered before is very consistent with Freud's personality psychology.

The first god I met who claimed to be life and death.

In the instinct theory, people's most basic desires are explained as life instinct and death instinct. Survival is a manifestation of struggling in the face of fear, and death is a tendency for people to return to the inorganic state in the mother's womb from the moment they are born, because only in death can people relieve tension and fear. Get eternal peace.

You have experienced death, and you have built this spiritual world of illusion, so these two instincts of yours are the strongest, so the first enemy you face is them. "

Owen paused, then continued, "The second enemy, Supreme Will Ionia. Crazy and cruel, transforming into countless ferocious monsters, and unable to communicate or compromise.

This is more like the subconscious mind in Freud's theory of consciousness: the id, which is the realm where sexual instincts are hidden, without any constraints, manifested as irrational, primitive impulses, and the only goal is to pursue satisfaction.

As the subconscious: ego, you can certainly defeat him, because your existence is to check and balance the ego.

As for the last one, the nameless goddess, consciousness: superego, it is located at the highest level of the personality structure and is the moralized self, which is internalized by social norms, ethics, and values.

So she will behave absolutely rationally, eliminating sensibility and desire. Control your behavior with the purest standards. "

"This may be why you can defeat the id but not the superego, because as the subconscious mind: the self, you have the objective reality of regulating the id and being controlled by the superego, because you know very well in your heart that what the superego does Everything he said is correct and the most reasonable and objective.

They were defeated from the beginning, so of course there was no possibility of defeating the opponent. "

"Yes - you have completely gone through a series of battles in your own spiritual world."

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"I don't understand it at all." Miss Zhang rubbed her forehead. "But why do those monsters change into your appearance?

Ron Weasley, the young wizard at Hogwarts, and Koatl of Ilvermorny.

Grindelwald, and you. "