I, Hogwarts Second Week

The current actual controller of Bank of Access is Owen's grandfather Grindelwald.

This was decades ago.

Although Owen doesn't know what the story is, it is the fact.

When they bought the house more than ten years ago, Owen learned that Grindelwald controlled a British Muggle bank.

And after Owen's words fell.

Vernon's eyes instantly lit up. Like a greedy hunting dog, or a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Then Vernon spoke hesitantly.

He knew clearly that he had to bow his head, but he still acted like I was giving you a chance because of someone else's sake, and hinted in a roundabout way to Dumbledore that he could allow Harry to stay for another year.

Dumbledore smiled.

Then he stood up from the sofa.

"Looks like we can take our leave now. See you next time," he said to Vernon.

On the other side, Vernon looked a little anxious. He looked at Dumbledore in a panic, but the old headmaster ignored him.

Harry immediately stood up from the sofa and walked out without looking back.

Other little wizards followed.

The living room and sofa immediately returned to their original size.

The Dursley family was left staring.

A group of people disappeared at the intersection of Privet Drive.

No Muggles noticed them.

"Professor, where are we going?"

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Everyone realized that they seemed to have arrived at the courtyard of an abandoned village.

In the center stands an old war memorial, as well as several benches.

"Ah, by the way, I haven't told you yet." Dumbledore said, "Because the Federation has established a new department, and your Professor Lupin is going to work in that department, so--I have learned about this in recent years. I have said it many times, but there is nothing we can do. Now we are short of a professor.

We are here to persuade a retired colleague of mine to come back to work and survive to Hogwarts. "

"Um - but Professor, how can we help?" Hermione said briefly at the side.

"No - on the contrary, Miss Granger, you can be of great help."

"This way." Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and waved.

He walked briskly, passing an empty tavern and several houses.

Judging from the clock of a nearby church, the time was about half past one.

It's lunch break time.

"By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask just now," Dumbledore said, "tell me, your scar, is it still hurting recently?"

Harry subconsciously reached his hand to his forehead and touched the lightning-shaped scar.

"No," he said. "It hasn't hurt since Brazil, which is incredible."

"Obviously, we guess that he may be aware that you can enter his thoughts and emotions. Of course, he may not be sure yet, but now, he must be using the Occlumency technique with all his strength." Dumbledore said with satisfaction.

"I wish it were so," said Harry.

He didn't miss the torturous nightmares, nor the horrific insights into Voldemort's mind.

"That's true, but I think you should take the initiative into your own hands. Occlumency is a very useful magic, and you should work hard on it."

"If you could give me a different teacher," Harry said a little indignantly. He had always felt that he had some talent in learning spells. In Hogwarts, except for Owen and Hermione, he was not as talented as anyone else in Hogwarts. Always the quickest to master those defense spells against the dark arts.

Especially the magic tricks that Owen taught them last year.

Whether it was the Armor Counter Spell, the Body Disguise Spell, or Apparition, he had some success.

If it weren't for Snape, he might have mastered Occlumency long ago.

Dumbledore heard Harry's resentment and sighed, "Okay, I'll find you another teacher."

"Huh?" Harry was a little surprised. He just sulked and said casually. Principal Dumbledore wouldn't really find a professor to enter Hogwarts just for him!

Can he be that important?

"He is indeed the principal's favorite boy." Owen said angrily from the side, "What a great honor."

"Fuck you, Owen." Harry glared at him.

What greeted him was just a burst of ridicule.

Unconsciously, Dumbledore led them down the deserted street, turned a corner, and passed a telephone booth and a bus shelter.

There was something indescribably weird about this small town. The sun was shining brightly at noon, but they didn't feel much smoke and smoke.

It's like you're in a grass grave.

"Professor, where are we?" Hermione finally couldn't help but ask, "It looks scary around here."

"Well, this is the charming village of Barberton, Hermione," said Dumbledore. "Someone cast a spell here to make the Muggles calm."

"Casting spells on Muggles?" Hermione frowned, "This is illegal."

"Yes, it is indeed against the law, but in today's world situation, the Ministry of Magic can only turn a blind eye. Besides, they didn't find out, right?" Dumbledore said noncommittally.

"Turn left, kids," he said.

Immediately, the group of people walked onto a steep, narrow street with rows of houses on both sides.

The surroundings were so quiet, even dead silence was not an exaggeration to describe it.

This reminded Owen of a famous seaside city, Innsmouth.

"Professor, why can't we just apparate to your old colleague's house?" Harry asked again.

"Because that would be as rude as kicking down the door to someone else's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding homes are enchanted to ward off unwanted apparitions. Apparition. For example, you cannot Apparate in the castle or hunting grounds of Hogwarts..."

"You are not allowed to use any Muggle electronics yet," Hermione added. But - as she said that, she looked at Owen again, "But obviously, Professor, someone has almost broken your curse."

"Haha." Dumbledore suddenly laughed and looked very proud. "This is a good thing. Of course, although it will cause hidden dangers to our safety, it proves that you are making progress, doesn't it?"

"Besides, Owen's magic is of a special kind and is not universal."

"But what if Voldemort also masters that kind of magic?" Hermione said worriedly.

"Yes, that's what we're concerned about. And that's what the federation is trying to avoid."

"Owen, is this what you are doing this summer vacation?" Harry looked at Owen and asked.

"So be it." The boy said evasively.

"No danger?" Harry asked again.

"Although it's a little strange to say this, it feels like I have masochistic tendencies and have to get hurt to achieve my goal, but - yes, it is indeed very easy this time, and it's a little weird. The Death Eaters fell silent again."

"They must be preparing some conspiracy." Ron said with certainty, his eyes burning with anger. It was obvious that the hatred between him and Voldemort would probably never be resolved, and it would be a life-and-death struggle.

"Those obelisks of gods must still exist in other places in the world. They didn't compete with you?" At this time, Koyatel, who had been silent, spoke.

She had long black hair and scarlet eyes mixed with confusion.

Wearing a light red modified robe and a pair of white boots.

It has to be said that even if she loses her ancient magic power, her charm is still outstanding.

"Probably because of the concealment." Owen thought for a while, and then replied after a moment, "Each Divine Grant Tower encounters different situations, and the enemies are also different.

The one in Italy was built by the legendary King Solomon and defeated some of the outer gods. Because he was a mortal, his power was not enough to suppress the outer gods, causing the power of the outer gods to seep out. The one in Brazil was the feathered serpent. God defeated it, so it was more stable. In the end, none of the Outer Gods actually escaped from the Divine Grant Tower. If it weren't for the excavations of the [Purifiers] and the goblins that destroyed something, Quetzalcoatl might still be able to suppress the Outer Gods for dozens of times. years or even centuries. "

Irving paused and continued, "Other divine grant towers are also different. Sometimes it takes a specific person to encounter the magic power leaked from the divine grant tower."

"So you met another wizard like me?" Koyatel was very keen, and she immediately guessed the meaning of what Owen said.

"Well - although it seems simple, this time it is actually more dangerous than before." What Owen said is true. If Miss Zhang wakes up and maintains the supreme will or the personality of the goddess Diana, no matter what Whichever one is considered a disaster for this world.

"Maybe it was a hit, but anything unexpected didn't happen."

"Then you're quite lucky." Koyatel said inexplicably.

"Lucky? Maybe."

Owen smiled noncommittally.

luck?

Destiny had already marked the selling price, and he just took out a loan to buy some.

"By the way, have you received such a pamphlet from the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said suddenly, and he took out a pamphlet from his pocket.

"No!" Owen said.

"I didn't receive it." Hermione also shook her head. "What it is?"

"You weren't in England then," said Ginny. "Everyone of us got one."

"It's about safety measures for dealing with Death Eaters."

"Published by the Ministry of Magic?" Owen raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Haha - I hate it when used as toilet paper."

"I don't think it's useful either," said Ron. "If they are real Death Eaters or [pretenders], ordinary wizards can't see their disguises at all. Even if the Aurors make mistakes, printing this kind of booklet will not only increase public panic, but also waste paper. There’s a use for it.”

"It would be more practical to teach everyone some useful spells."

"And Scrimgeour doesn't seem to be any better than Barty Crouch."

"They just copied certain passages from the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook." Ginny said, "D.A. activities have not been suspended during the summer vacation. We have expanded our staff."

"Expand?" Owen was a little surprised. He looked at Hermione, the actual leader of the D.A.

"In the beginning, it was just the little wizards who went home and taught their parents magic spells."

"That sounds funny." The boy smiled.

Hermione shook her head and continued, "Gradually, more and more wizards are participating. I met Fleur when I was in France, and she was also very interested in this method of mutual learning. We organized an exchange meeting."

"Neville and Hannah happen to be in Paris, Rozier Magical Invalid Hospital."

"I also met Nefer Tali."

"Huh? That Egyptian girl? How is she?" Owen said.

Owen and Hermione haven't seen her since she was rescued last year.

After all, his father became a wizard rebel, and his grandfather also had an inexplicable connection with the Pretender. This must have hit her hard.

"It's not good, she seems to have changed. Her grandfather resigned from the position of Minister of Magic in Egypt because of his son's affairs, and his reputation has plummeted. The family can no longer even live in Egypt."

"Hmm - another Barty Crouch."

"Anyway, we met and studied together for two weeks." Hermione introduced, "There were about dozens of people, most of them students from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and some Swedish, Italian, and Greek people."

"Hey - you have established a transnational organization, wait - is this a party?"

Owen looked at Hermione and smiled, "Step by step, Miss Granger, what you are doing now is almost the same as what my grandfather did back then. Even better, he only started after he was thirty years old. active."

"This is just a normal academic exchange." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said, "I don't intend to build a wizard army."

"When that time comes, it won't be up to you." Owen said calmly, "Even if you never want to be a leader, if you just fight against evil, there will be people who will follow you with various purposes. You You should be mentally prepared.”

"Owen is right at all." At this time, Dumbledore on the side finally said.

"You should be stricter to prevent people with ulterior motives from getting in."

"I" Hermione's expression gradually became serious. She didn't think much about it. She just had a simple purpose, hoping that everyone could survive the storm in the future.

"I will."

She nodded.

Dumbledore smiled gently at the girl.

After a few minutes they stopped in front of a neat little stone house set in a garden.

"Oh? Oh my god! What's happening here?"

Following Ginny's exclamation, everyone's hearts suddenly sank.

They saw that the front door was off its hinges and hanging crookedly.

It looked like thugs had just broken in.

Dumbledore looked cautiously at both sides of the street. There was no one there.

"Take out your wands," he said quietly. "follow me."

Dumbledore opened the front door and hurried quietly up the garden path.

The little wizards hurriedly followed.

Ahead, Dumbledore slowly opened the front door, wand in hand, ready to strike.

The room was in a mess, as if it had just experienced a tragic battle not long ago.

A grandfather clock broke at their feet, the clock face cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away, like an abandoned sword. At the end of the living room, a piano overturned on the ground, with the keys scattered everywhere, nearby There were gleaming fragments of a broken chandelier, cushions were scattered about, shriveled, with feathers coming out of the cracks, and broken glass and broken porcelain scattered all over the floor like powder.

There was a lot of dark red sticky stuff splattered on the wall, which was blood stains.

"Not good." Ron said seriously, "There was a horrific incident here. It was probably done by Death Eaters."

Ordinary dark wizards would not be so bold and cruel, and only Death Eaters would be so heartless.

"Owen, what do you think?" Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Me?" Owen shrugged, "I think the sofa over there is a bit of an eyesore, why don't we burn it."

"."

Dumbledore smiled.

And at a moment that was difficult for ordinary people to notice, the sofa over there trembled.

"How did you find out?" the old wizard asked again.

"There are traces of magic all over the house, but they are not black magic. The sofa is obviously tattered, as if it is separated by some magic, but there is no trace of magic on the surface. Obviously this is a disguise-"

"Of course, ordinary wizards can detect abnormalities from these, and I -" Owen opened his emerald green eyes, and the sofa in front of him was clearly visible under the perception of ancient magic. He was covered in black and standing in the shadows. It's as funny as pretending to be invisible.

"Unless the surroundings are filled with ancient magic, professor, ordinary disguises are of no use to me."

He said it very sincerely, and this was also the truth.

Although it sounds a bit arrogant.

"That's right. I should ask someone else."

Soon enough, Dumbledore suddenly took action and plunged the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair. The chair screamed: "Ouch!"

"Good afternoon, Horace." Dumbledore said, standing up straight again. "Long time no see."

It was an armchair a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a fat, bald old man squatting there.

He rubbed his belly and looked at Dumbledore with one painful, tearful eye.

"You don't need to stab me so hard." He said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me so much."

It was an old wizard with a bright bald head, bulging eyes, a walrus-like silver-white beard, wearing a lavender robe, and looking very old.

He was not tall, with the top of his head reaching only Dumbledore's chin.

"Are all the little wizards today so powerful?" He rubbed his belly, looked at Owen, and then turned his gaze to the other little wizards, his eyes gleaming.

"The world has been turned upside down," said Dumbledore. "Do you need me to clean it up for you?"

"Please!" the man said.

They stood back to back, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, and the two waved their wands in unexpected unison.