I, Hogwarts Second Week

The soul-stirring whisper finally let go of Owen's heavy reason.

The strong wind from the stars made people panic, and only shadows and lonely corners were the safest places.

May God forgive mankind's unprovoked offense and not immediately send down the fire of karma to cleanse this sinful world.

Maybe there is still time - people! Go and experience the short-lived joy brought by love and adventure, even if it is only as short as fireworks, but compared to the eternal night afterwards. This will be the last ripple you can cherish in the dead water of the future.

The little wizards of Hogwarts are all preparing to leave the castle.

Although the professors still do not recommend them to go to Hogsmeade Village, it is obvious that the village has become lively again.

In the school infirmary, Owen stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

He has been awake for three or four days.

But he just kept this action, motionless, silent, just looking at the ceiling.

The emerald eyes were dull and dim.

During this time, many people came to see him, but Owen only greeted them minimally, as if he was just proving that he was not dead.

The ominous seeds were planted in the school infirmary, took root and sprouted, and everyone who walked in here could feel it - the anxiety and the madness suppressed under the calm.

Hermione was the little wizard who came to the school infirmary the most times. She almost regarded the infirmary as the Gryffindor lounge.

She listened to all the vague whispers he recited in a coma.

It was like a prophecy and a warning.

——Dumbledore came again today.

He looked a little impatient.

Behind the semicircular glasses, the blue eyes were full of bloodshot.

He looked like he hadn't rested for centuries.

He was terribly haggard, as if he would fall down randomly and fall into eternal sleep.

But this was already good. Compared to other people, those Union wizards who also participated in the restoration of the bas-reliefs, fainted one after another during work, his willpower is simply terrible.

"No change today?" The old man stood in front of Owen's bed for a long time.

"Yeah." Miss Granger, who was also haggard and sitting beside the bed, nodded.

"Okay." Dumbledore said with regret.

"Tomorrow is the day to leave school. Regarding the arrangements for you, I need to talk to you about your parents."

"What do you want to talk about, professor?" Hermione raised her head and stared at Dumbledore's tired face and asked.

"In the next year, Voldemort is likely to gain powerful power and make a comeback. That will be the day of the decisive battle, and you - if your parents are still in the UK, it will be very dangerous." Dumbledore said, "Although we have done a good job in protecting them in the past two years, we still can't take it lightly about the future."

Hermione nodded silently.

She understood what Dumbledore said.

She is already a thorn in Voldemort's side, and her parents are likely to become the focus of the Death Eaters' attacks.

"You plan to"

"No——" Dumbledore said, "It's the Rosier family. They have industries all over the world. Big families are like this. Ms. Wenda Rosier wants to arrange for your parents to go to the Far East."

"The Far East?"

"Yes, it is one of the few pure lands. It is difficult for the Death Eaters to infiltrate the Far East. Rosier will arrange a new identity for your parents and change their appearance. Maybe——" The old professor suddenly paused, "They should put down all their memories about you and magic first. This will maximize their safety."

The school infirmary fell into a brief silence.

Hermione lowered her head and said nothing.

She didn't know what happened to Owen——Dumbledore didn't tell her.

But just from the temperament shown by those wizards and professors, she knew that it would never be good news.

After Voldemort's body was destroyed, the relaxed atmosphere of the past few months disappeared, and tension and anxiety returned to the castle again.

She wanted to ask Dumbledore, is it really that dangerous? They have experienced it in the past one or two years, but reason told her that Dumbledore's doing this makes sense and is the right choice.

But - is it really necessary to do that?

If her parents forget her, she will have nothing left.

"I know it's hard." Dumbledore broke the calm.

"But it is indeed the safest way."

"What about Harry?" Hermione suddenly asked, "What about his aunt's family?"

"Before Harry's seventeenth birthday, we will also arrange for them to leave the UK." Dumbledore replied.

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There was another silence.

About a minute later, Hermione spoke again, "I will go home and persuade them."

"I'm sorry -" Dumbledore said sadly. For this old man, what he cares most about is family affection, because in the past, he didn't catch his share.

"No, Professor. I know you have always been thinking about me. If you think this is the right choice, then I will do it. I believe you."

"Thank you for your trust, Hermione." Dumbledore said.

A look of relief appeared on his face.

Then, he shifted his gaze from Hermione to Owen on the bed.

The boy was still staring at the ceiling.

But just as Dumbledore was about to leave. Those emerald green eyes met his gaze.

"We need to talk."

A plain, toneless voice sounded.

"Of course," said Dumbledore.

The next second, Owen's body floated gently like a cloud, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Owen—" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Sorry, I'll come back to you later."

After that, Owen walked absentmindedly towards the school doctor's room.

Dumbledore nodded comfortingly towards Hermione, and then left.

The two walked leisurely through the corridors of the castle. Go to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

After a while, the oak door was pushed open.

Owen strode in.

The room had changed dramatically from the last time he came.

The biggest change is that all the magic items on the table that were originally filled with all kinds of strange and strange things have disappeared.

Today, what is placed above are stacked stone panels and a large amount of parchment.

"Would you like some tea? Sugar or milk?" Dumbledore said walking to the table. "I remember you loved sweets."

"I don't feel hungry, Professor."

"That - that's really surprising. After all, you haven't eaten for a month. Although the potion can provide nutrients, it can't fill people's stomachs."

"If it were a human being, it might be hungry," Owen said. Then he set his sights on the stone sculptures on the table. "How much do you know about past history? Now."

"A very small part," said Dumbledore.

He calmly and quickly recounted all Grindelwald's speculations and history about gods and tens of thousands of years in the past.

Owen listened quietly without saying a word.

As for the portraits on the wall, the principals of the past generations also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

Especially Principal Dexter, because he considers himself an insider.

Although most of what Dumbledore said, he had never heard of it.

"No -" After listening to Dumbledore's story, Owen immediately denied several of his grandfather's conjectures. "The real threat to us is not the external gods. The power of the external gods is indeed powerful, but it is not impossible to deal with it."

"He has defeated the essence of the outer gods in the Indian Divine Grant Tower before."

"Then our enemy is-"

"It was a mistake," Owen said, with a pained expression on his face, "We have been wrong all along.

We superficially think that the outer gods and gods are just powerful wizards, like the first ancient Greek dark wizard who created Horcruxes, the despicable Herbo. If this character is still alive, can a wizard who has lived for more than two thousand years be called a god?

And the magic he possesses is definitely far beyond that of ordinary wizards, coupled with two thousand years of accumulation. It seems that it is not an exaggeration to call him a god.

But no - the Outer God is just a puppet, a shell. He was just a poor man who accidentally caught a glimpse of the indescribable god when he was studying soul magic tens of thousands of years ago, and then went crazy.

Mortals cannot name God. They refer to Him as [Supreme Will]. God may be the embodiment of some kind of cosmic rule. It is a shadow of a high-dimensional existence that has powerful spiritual abilities and can influence through dreams and telepathy. Humanity. He can only spread horrific nightmares to any corner of the world and spread the knowledge that makes people crazy. "

"We know too little about Zion," Owen said. "The only thing we can believe at the moment is Merlin's plan.

He never told me about his plans, but now I can probably guess. It is nothing more than letting me integrate all the power of the existing alien gods on the earth and letting me defeat the alien gods. But there is a problem - that is, the external gods can naturally defeat it, but what about the [Supreme Will]? What if Merlin's extremely intelligent brain was also subject to high-dimensional interference? What does he think is almost all God's will? "Irving became a little anxious.

Many speculations ran through his mind, many whispers.

Among them is the sentence that the outer god said to him at the Far North God's Grant Tower.

host?

Are you calling him?

Why does it call itself that? Is it because the part of the alien god shown in itself is too obvious?

But it is part of the essence of the outer gods. Who would call himself Lord?

Owen didn't dare to think about it, because when he realized that the mad wizard, the Lord in Ionia's mouth, only represented one thing, he couldn't stop being afraid in his heart.

"The Divine Grant Tower in the Far North was one of the earliest ones to be built. The outer gods imprisoned in the Divine Grant Tower are also the largest and strongest in nature. In the [Age of the Gods] of spellcasters, they had even greater power. Even It can extract the power of external gods for its own use, just like that pool.

But then - the construction level of the Divine Grant Tower also symbolized the decline of wizards. From the beginning, the chains could bind the outer gods, but later the entire tower was covered with ancient runes, and it could not be completely controlled.

That city—that lost city was the holy land of spellcasters tens of thousands of years ago, and is one of the few traces of the golden age that has been passed down to the present.

Those caves and tunnels in the mountains were where the slave of the spellcaster, [Baixiang], once lived. The open spaces around the city are where they raise animals for grazing, as well as the squares in the city—"

Owen said a lot in one breath.

From the ancient stars falling to the earth, to humans possessing magic, to the glorious age of magic.

A full two hours.

He couldn't stop talking.

Perhaps it was because of this that he could feel a little more relaxed.

Of course, what he said was also very important, because the clues to breaking the deadlock are often buried in the details. Although Owen didn't think there was anything to break the deadlock.

"The history of wizards is a history of forgetting. Since the end of the Age of Gods, our history has been constantly reduced and tampered with, because the establishment of the seven divine towers spanned tens of thousands of years. Therefore, the historical texts unearthed from the divine towers, such as India, Australia, and Brazil, have more or less deviations.

And this deviation is also reflected in people, such as the remnant soul of Chiron in the centaur tribe, the history he knows is different from the history unearthed in the divine tower in Brazil. There is also the history known by successive heirs, the history known by Principal Dexter, and perhaps the history that Merlin thought.

This mistake has caused some very serious accidents, including the confusion between the Supreme Will and the Outer Gods. Now even if we have any plans, it is too late to implement them."

There was a dead silence in the principal's office at first.

Then there was a fierce exchange of voices.

The portraits talked to each other.

Especially, the oldest one, Principal Dexter was the most shocked, because what Owen said was completely different from the truth he accepted.

In the past, when the four founders were still alive, they had discovered the existence of ancient magic.

After all, the four were legends standing at the top of wizards, and it was not difficult to discover ancient magic.

Similarly, they also discovered the disasters brought by ancient magic.

Perhaps it was Merlin's instructions, or perhaps it was the "truth" discovered from the ruins of the Camelot Dynasty. This made the founders very clear about the existence of the heir.

They simply attributed the past disasters to the successor, believing that some ambitious people like Voldemort inherited the ancient magic, this unimaginable power.

And when they discovered this power in a certain area of ​​​​the UK, they sealed it off tightly.

They hoped that they would select the right heir to enter and inherit the power, rather than let it be taken away savagely.

Principal Dexter inherited the will of the four founders.

Perhaps the founders never realized that what they discovered was actually a magnificent, one of the earliest divinely granted towers built, and that the ancient magic power was just leaked from the tower.