I, Hogwarts Second Week

The sun shines through the sparse clouds and onto the golden wheat fields.

Every ear of wheat shines brightly. The mountains in the distance, blown by the autumn wind, are put on a layer of mottled clothes. They are red, green and yellow. Several colors are intertwined with each other, like a delicate pair. And rich oil paintings. Warm and deep.

In the cypress forest, the leaves are blown by the wind, making an intoxicating sound of "rustling".

The leaves are flying, they are tumbling in the air like a group of elegant dancers.

Owen and Zhang Xiaolin were sitting about ten feet apart on the field ridge.

The slightly cold wind blew their hair, one white and one black, particularly conspicuous in this world.

"Why would they pretend to be someone else."

Owen shrugged, "I don't know much about this issue, I can only guess."

"Perhaps it's because we have all defeated or seriously injured the Supreme Will," he said.

"The desire for life and death is embodied in Ron and Koatl, the id is embodied in the image of Grindelwald, and the superego is what I look like.

Perhaps the essence of the gods in all divine towers is shared in consciousness?

If so - those looks are probably Ionia's imaginary psychological defense mechanism.

It is not her subjective creation - after all, neither Ionia nor the goddess Diana exist anymore. All that remains here is your will, which inherits their memories.

All this happens passively.

The self-defense mechanism works unconsciously. He will develop the ability to protect himself from those who have caused resistance to him. Just like when you were bitten by a dog as a child, you know that this creature is scary and you are afraid of it. But on the other hand, Will also give birth to: I can also raise one to protect myself. "

"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaolin was still confused. She couldn't understand the professional terms and nouns, but she felt that what the other party said made sense.

But thinking about it this way, she had another doubt.

"You just peeked into my memory, how can you understand so much?"

During the conversation with her, Owen had already begun to delete Miss Zhang's memories of thousands of years of reincarnation. The loss of those memories was silent. She did not have these memories in the first place, so she would not notice it.

So at this time, Zhang Xiaolin looked much more relaxed than before. She didn't even notice that the pain in her head was no longer so obvious.

Hearing the girl's doubts, Owen just smiled and said casually: "The authorities are blind to the onlookers - besides -"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and pieces of golden wheat ears swayed in the autumn wind. The golden waves rolled with the joy of harvest.

Several awns flew up with the wind, and they passed over Owen's arms and cheeks. The pain immediately came, like a knife cut or a needle prick, it was excruciating.

The boy rubbed the skin that had been pricked by the wheat, and his emerald green eyes danced with a different kind of clarity.

It was watery, like there were tears or something else.

He turned back silently and glanced at the girl over there.

Zhang Xiaolin's eyebrows twitched, as if she had been hit by something, and she suddenly felt bitter in her heart.

Bitterness is the empathy of similar life situations.

In a daze, she guessed something, and an idea suddenly appeared in her mind, but when she thought about it carefully, the light was long gone.

"Sinister Merlin——" The boy opposite said this for no reason.

As the most famous magician in the magical world, Merlin is known to both the West and the East.

Miss Zhang certainly knows.

The boy suddenly lay down, crossed his legs, picked an ear of wheat from the field, put it into his mouth, bit the straw, and said: "My life used to be very monotonous. Sheep ate grass, people ate sheep, and so on. There will always be sheep eating grass, and there will always be sheep turning into humans. Everyone has the same fate. I'm a little tired of it.

When I jumped off the boat and went to save the girl, apart from my eagerness to save her, perhaps what I wanted more in my heart was relief.

Haha - have you ever read a book? The boy suddenly said, winking at her and saying, "It's called "The Little Prince." "

"——To me, you are nothing more than a child, no different from thousands of other children. To you, I am nothing more than a fox, no different from thousands of other foxes. But if you tame If you want me, then we will need each other.

——You tame me, and my life will be filled with sunshine. I will be able to discern a distinctive sound of footsteps. The sound of other people's footsteps makes me hide underground. And the sound of your footsteps is as beautiful as music and will bring me out of the cave.

And, look. Do you see that wheat field? It does nothing for me.

Now it's become very wonderful. Because wheat is golden, the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves reminds me of your golden hair. "

Zhang Xiaolin looked at Owen shaking his head, and said in a relaxed but somewhat pitiful tone, "Damn Merlin, his conspiracy has succeeded - completely. He has tamed me and made this world, Some people become so precious that it’s impossible to let them go.”

"You -" Miss Zhang looked at him quietly, with a thousand words in her heart but only doubts and sighs left on her lips.

"It doesn't matter." Owen murmured, "It's just returning to the original state. I had nothing in the first place."

"hehe--"

"Well - I feel a little sad. The world is a huge stage, with dramas and tragedies. Even if it is an unchanging life drama, it will end sometimes."

"Oh - by the way - I will delete these words from your memory."

"Don't be sad, my dear. You've suffered enough as it is."

Owen looked up at the sky.

The sun is no longer so dazzling, nor is it so gorgeous.

It shined without any ill effects, and he pretended to accept it.

Last year - even to the very end.

He had never taken the initiative to ask Merlin what was the way to cultivate himself and finally defeat the alien gods.

He is avoiding this problem, as if as long as he doesn't know where the end is, he will always be on the road.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to take one step at a time.

But now, after learning all the experiences of Miss Zhang next to him, Owen finally understood Merlin's entire plan.

"He had expected it, he had expected everything."

As long as you set foot on this road, you will definitely meet these children of gods.

Their experiences are more real than any words, they come fiercely and they are caught off guard.

Even - those lavender smoke.

That groundbreaking and powerful illusion magic.

Everything has been prepared a long time ago, and its mere existence is silently telling his way.

What's more, he hasn't been silent yet.

There were so many people walking by just now.

Owen originally thought that it was a partial embodiment of the spiritual background of Miss Zhang next to him.

Now, in a daze, those voices sounded in his ears.

The name is not correct - what is the name?

If the outer god is me, then I am the most correct name.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other.

If you are prosperous, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself.

These seemed not to be Miss Zhang's inner voices, but his.

It was another voice in his heart, telling him where to go.

"Haha——" Owen laughed.

The tip of the tongue is a little dull.

Several black crows flew out of the wheat field.

The sound of the waves of wheat sounded like someone crying.

OK OK.

he thought.

He regrouped his wandering thoughts and said calmly, "It's time for us to go out."

Owen stood up from the field.

"It takes a long time for personalities to merge. We can't stay here forever."

"Then - it's time to wake up."

After saying that, he clapped his hands.

Disturbing the autumn wind.

The wind stops and the world pauses.

Winter is coming.

But outside – summer is just beginning to kick into high gear.

Open your eyes again.

The sea remains the same and the plane trees remain the same.

The wind remains the same.

Grandpa Grindelwald was standing next to him, with a hand on his head. If Owen's consciousness fluctuated in any way, the old man would immediately cast a spell to disconnect him from the girl.

"How?" He asked immediately after seeing Owen open his eyes.

"Hairstyle -" Owen pushed his grandfather's hand away and smoothed the tips of his raised hair on his forehead, "What's the problem?

I only made a slight move, and it was already the limit of this segment. What kind of monster can beat me? "

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Grindelwald was stunned, and after a moment, he shook his head helplessly, and his eyes fell on the girl in the tree hole.

The tree roots on her body were being pulled out quickly.

Above the tree crown, those cocoon-like leaf cocoons also slowly lowered their height and then loosened.

Owen waved his wand, transforming a sheet of ice and placing all the wizards wrapped in leaf cocoons on the ice.

"It's good to be young!" the boy said angrily. "The quality of sleep is just good."

The dozen or so wizards in front of them were breathing smoothly and enjoying a baby-like sleep.

It wasn't until Owen controlled the sea water to wash their heads that each of them woke up.

"Huh..." Sirius struggled first. He quickly pulled out his wand and got up from the ground.

God was stunned.

Looking around blankly.

He looked confused, and he was stuck for a few seconds before he came to his senses.

"What's going on? Where is this?"

"Hey, long time no see! Doggy Godfather."

As a familiar voice sounded, Sirius raised his head and immediately locked onto Owen.

"Is that okay! Dog daddy, why did I see you deflated when I came here?"

"You-I-here-"

"It's over." Owen said lazily, "It's a trivial matter, and it doesn't even require a fight at all. Ning can be hit by Zhen Zhen, okay?

Sure enough, Gryffindor cannot be asked to do this kind of thing, Ravenclaw should be the main force of the excavation committee. "

Sirius ignored Owen's sarcasm and looked around. The wizards around him stood up one by one. No one was injured, but - there were still two people who didn't wake up.

He quickly stood up and walked over, his fingertips brushed the tip of the other person's nose, and he could no longer feel the other person's breathing.

"I'm probably brain dead," Owen said. "I thought I was dead in a fantasy world."

"Brain dead?" Sirius felt bitterness in his heart.

He keeps preventing team members from dying.

He had had enough of death.

"Lin——"

Mr. Basil got up from the ground.

He glanced around and immediately walked towards the tree hole.

The girl in the tree hole has actually woken up.

However, her head was dizzy and she did not move. Instead, she maintained her previous movements and wanted to slow down.

Mr. Basil looked anxious and walked over quickly. When he saw the black-haired girl in the tree hole smiling at him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then an unspeakable feeling suddenly came into his heart. sad.

Maybe it's a grievance.

Or thankful.

It makes me cry with joy, and it is unbearable sadness.

Tears streaked down his cheeks, bitter lips, and dripped into the sea water, causing ripples.

"Why are you crying?" Zhang Xiaolin reached out and rubbed his cheek.

"I don't know," the man responded, laughing and crying, "I just can't help it."

I just browsed through my memories and realized that I fell in love with you again.

"Then just cry." The girl said gently, "No one dares to laugh at you."

Mr. Basil smiled, stretched out his hands, picked up the girl in the tree hole, and brought her out.

"Hey - have we met somewhere?"

The closeness between the two caught Owen's attention.

He looked at the boy.

It feels familiar.

"Are you—Owen Rozier?"

There were reports about Irving for months last winter. All of Europe was calling his name, and there were pictures of him in the newspapers.

Even though he looks very different now than he did then, Mr. Basil still remembers him.

"Sanchez, sir," Owen reminded.

"Yes, we have met, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Basil gently hugged Miss Zhang and said, "I have been to Hogwarts and sent you Ms. Rozier's letter."

"Oh - I remembered it." Owen immediately retrieved that memory from his head. "The genealogy time?"

"It's really you - this magical world is so small, you can even meet people you know."

"Not too small," replied Mr. Basil. "After the fall of Vice President Swan, I lost my previous job, and then the (Discovery Committee) was recruiting people, so I joined."

"Going around in circles?" Owen said.

Then his eyes fell on Miss Zhang in the man's arms. "It seems like you have a close relationship with her!"

"We" Mr. Basil looked a little nervous for a moment. He wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Owen before he could speak. "No need to explain. I just read her memory. I suggest you confess your love quickly." , don’t put it off any longer.”

Owen's lazy posture was relaxed and freehand, "I remind you, although Miss Zhang's personality is unlikely to change drastically, after all, there are so many memories pouring into the brain, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be some changes in her personality, such as aesthetic changes. ."

Hearing this, Mr. Basil looked confused and had no idea what Owen was talking about.

“Okay—I know you don’t understand.

Uh-huh - you can understand that Miss Zhang suddenly has some memories of other people in her head.

This may have some impact on her. I suggest you two get married as soon as possible. Just like an unknown, the greatest white wizard once said: Love is the greatest power, and the next day and night together will help her stabilize. Your own character and personality, after all, she likes you, doesn’t she? "

"ha?"

"What are you talking about? My brother has said it so clearly, but you still don't understand? Why don't you understand English?"

"No—I mean—" Mr. Basil stammered suddenly, "I understand."

He held Miss Zhang's hand tightly, "I will do my best."

"Well - there's no need to be so nervous." Owen shrugged and walked towards the hole of the sycamore tree, "The worst we can do is break up."

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The boy smiled, stretched out his wand and tapped the tree trunk gently.

At this time, the majestic ancient magic power was traveling in the tree in front of me.

Originally, it would return to Ms. Zhang's body along with her memory recovery.

But just now their blood was connected.

The ancient magic found a better place to go, so it never returned to Miss Zhang's body.

Maybe it’s the principle of regression.

In short, with Owen, the authentic heir of ancient magic, here, the surrounding ancient magic will naturally choose him as the host.

Suddenly, the entire plane tree emitted a green light.

It's like the afternoon sun is shining on the leaves, and the shiny leaves are reflecting light.

Then, a cold woman suddenly appeared.

We are old acquaintances, and that image has supreme will at a glance.

However, in the eyes of the people around them, they discovered that the appearance of the god that appeared was almost exactly the same as that of the boy.

The virtual image of God gradually overlaps with Owen's, and then shrinks.

The last bit of it dissipated, and even the plane tree turned into light and dissipated.

"Yeah - one step closer to reincarnation." Owen said lazily.

Then he turned around and looked around.

He noticed everyone's eyes on him.

"Don't worry - that godly thief just used my account, it's all trivial."

"Owen."

Grindelwald stood on the sea and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Decades ago, he was the one who opened the Divine Grant Tower in India and defeated the creatures that escaped from it.

It's just that Owen didn't exist at that time, and he had no way to collect those ancient magic powers.

Now the magic has attached itself to one unlucky guy, and they've spent the past few weeks ending the story.

There are countless treasures in the Divine Grant Tower.

After he defeated the creature, the surging ancient magic power had a brief contact with him, as if it was a reward, and then he realized that he had become younger.

What it looks like now is exactly what it looked like back then.

In addition, in the past few years - Wenda's investigation, the research of the Purifiers, and the inscriptions he himself found in the God's Grant Tower, of course he has some understanding of some secrets.

In the past, Grindelwald was unable to connect those secrets.

But now - as smart as him and Dumbledore, they have more or less guessed it.

"Don't--" the boy waved his hand, "You don't want to ask, and I don't want to answer. We're fine just like this."

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Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent for a long time.

Sirius was busy checking his crew for any injuries.

Mr. Basil just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

As for Mr. Winston, he was surprised that Mr. Grindelwald would appear here. According to the original plan, he should be far away in Canada at this time.

"I know you are smart." Grindelwald said after a long time.

"No matter what happens in the end, I want to say-" He walked slowly to Owen.

He ruffled his hair again and said, "I feel lucky and proud to have a grandson like you."