I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 509: Voldemort? Dead?

(This chapter has been revised)

The Queen's speech sounded like the last words of a dying patient.

With an encouraging and contemptuous tone, he fabricated a not-so-rigorous lie to the living, and finally dived into the void, heading towards the even more distant and profound darkness, never to wake up again.

Owen turned off the TV before breakfast.

After a not-so-peaceful breakfast, he left.

Outside the house, the ground was shrouded in a light haze, and the city stretched out in the pale sunlight that filtered through the mist.

In a trance, London seemed to have returned to more than a hundred years ago and turned into the mysterious foggy city again.

On an unknown street corner, at the bank of the Thames, there were corpses of murdered people, suicides, poisoned people, and people running for freedom with maggots all over the place. The bones shone with white ripples, which were small spots formed by the decomposition of fat in the water.

The hustle and bustle of the city has disappeared, or rather, it has been rudely paused.

The innocent and the guilty, with their eyes wide open, hid in the buildings behind the thick fog, like puppets watching the streets.

When a city of tens of millions of people is suddenly swallowed up by the silence unique to the wilderness, it becomes more dangerous than the monster-like city hidden by the roadside that Owen saw. The thoughtful mind is extremely easily controlled by the manifestation of the dark forest. In the insurmountable and unpredictable maze, a madman can do anything.

Owen Apparated to Downing Street.

This place also has the atmosphere of a cemetery holding a funeral. Groups of suited civil servants and large groups of soldiers silently march through this unpredictable maze.

Their pale faces and dull expressions reminded Owen of the Inferi. This is probably what a corpse soaked in water looks like.

Because he had been here yesterday, the guard in front of No. 10 still had a pitiful impression of him.

But the other party did not let him in, but notified the people inside to come out through the intercom.

Waited for more than a minute.

Tonks came to him like she was dragging the remains of a tree.

The girl's gorgeous pink hair had lost its luster, like water grass stuck to a lifeless riverbank. Her heart-shaped face had several deep scratches, not wounds, and no blood was flowing out. It seemed that someone had squeezed the flesh with their fingers, causing dents. Owen thought this was a kind of black magic.

She was wearing a tight leather coat, probably made of dragon skin. There were many creases on the clothes, and they looked a bit loose. There were pendants of unknown use hanging on the corners and cuffs of her clothes. They were decorations, not magic props, because Owen did not feel any fluctuations of magic on them.

He was wearing a black, somewhat old robe with many holes in it.

"You need this." Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out a small dark green bottle. "Glimmer," he said, and then handed the bottle to Tonks.

"A potion invented by Victor that can permanently enhance the human body."

"Of course, after joint drug experiments by the healers of Rosier Hospital for Magical Injuries and Saint Gomand's Hospital for Magical Injuries, it was found that it can also cure some tricky black magic curses."

His face was cold and without a trace of emotion, like the surface of an eternally frozen lake.

The gesture of taking out the potion was casual and indifferent, faintly revealing an irresistible sense of oppression.

Just like God's gift, mortals have no power to choose.

"Victor?" The exhausted Tonks did not notice anything unusual about the boy in front of her. She took the potion and looked inside through the dark green glass, wondering about the clear liquid.

"Alchemy Today will give him this year's annual contribution award for inventing 'Glimmer'. It will probably be announced around Halloween."

"I see." Tonks did not raise any objections this time. Her firm belief in authority made her suppress all her doubts.

When she put away the potion, she looked more relaxed.

She knew why Owen came, but it was not such a coincidence.

Neither Hermione nor Dumbledore were in Downing Street at the moment.

They visited Buckingham Palace.

He did not say when he would return, and Tonks asked him to go back to Hogwarts and not stay in London unless necessary.

This city that has just experienced war is not completely out of danger. In unknown corners, perhaps a greater revenge is quietly taking place.

Owen did not refuse. The revenge Tonks mentioned was Voldemort, that abominable monster. If he could survive the attack of the sun, he would definitely launch a horrific revenge on the city.

But if he was smart enough, he should not choose London as his target. Dumbledore would definitely stay here during this period of time. He should make a feint to the east and attack in the west and change his target.

After passing through Hogsmeade from the Ministry of Magic, as soon as I stepped into this familiar village, the tense, poisonous atmosphere like miasma hit me in the face.

Flood all the streets with people on them.

Overnight, everyone knew about the war in London.

The War Between Wizards and Muggles

How long has it been shocking!

Even the witch-hunting movement that swept across Europe in the Middle Ages was just a small-scale "encounter". There has never been a direct war between the two races.

The most recent one was the attempt by the wizarding party led by Grindelwald to overthrow the rule of the Federation and dominate Muggles.

But he failed, and his impact on the Muggle world was minimal.

Owen walked on the desolate main street of the old Hogsmeade village. The buildings on both sides had been repaired with the huge financial resources of the Malfoy family, but if you looked carefully, you could still find some remnants of the attack in some inconspicuous places.

As he passed by the Hog's Head Bar, a noisy sound suddenly filled his ears.

In front of the bar, two drunkards were arm in arm, with dull, stained faces, shouting something loudly.

The accents of several people were very strange, the Irish dialect with a heavy and sticky sound, and the notes sounded like batter mixed together. It was quite difficult for Owen to listen to it, but fortunately, Hogsmeade village itself was located in Scotland, and there were many Irish wizards coming and going. After listening more often, he could barely understand some of it.

"Bedbugs are waging war on us. They are really asking for their own death."

"Oh! Old Locke, don't say that. London is still pretty good. If the You-Know-Who can give Buckingham Palace to my family, I'm still willing to accept some Muggles. You know, such a big manor always needs some servants."

"Haha, you wish. Look at your old, stubborn appearance. I'll probably reward you with a stinking ditch.

I imagine London would be in flames by now."

"Oh, who cares? They're just a bunch of livestock, like goblins in a field. If you kill one, another will pop up after a while."

Their words echoed in front of the bar, stirring up waves of foul smells.

Owen walked past them and just found it funny.

The two of them were just two pieces of trash, and they could only talk nonsense. If they knew the truth about the war, wouldn't they go crazy?

But it is undeniable that the words of these two people do represent the thoughts of a large part of wizards.

In the wizarding world, people like the Weasley family are only a minority after all. Most people have a natural sense of superiority over Muggles, not to mention that those who attacked London were Death Eaters!

The elite among wizards.

In this world where most wizards can't even use a decent Shield Charm, if even the Death Eaters were defeated by Muggles - for the remaining wizards, it would not be a surprise, but a shock and fear.

Well, that's it - wizards live in sweet candies, completely separated from the cruel world outside by laws, and now the Statute of Secrecy shines brightly.

Walking along the dark path.

Light snow fell in the sky.

It was very fine and melted the moment it hit the ground.

Before the ground turned muddy, Owen quickened his pace and ran straight towards the castle on the top of the mountain.

In Hogwarts, there is basically no difference in the ideas of the young wizards and the people outside.

<divclass="contentadv">Everyone is talking about what happened in London.

But no one thought the Death Eaters would lose.

Even a Muggle like Justin started to worry.

So the moment Owen appeared in the auditorium, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of people.

Countless eyes fell on him, squirming and looking at him completely, eager to know everything.

Owen naturally had nothing to hide, and he told them everything he knew. Of course, that was just what he saw happening that night - this performance. As for the underlying reasons, such as the Battle of London being a Muggle trap, words were not enough to prove it, it was just speculation, so he did not say anything more.

"Where's Hermione? She's not back?"

Friends are obviously more concerned about specific people rather than an event that has already happened.

"I'm a guest at Buckingham Palace. I wonder what plans they have." Owen replied.

"Buckingham Palace?" said Ron.

Even in the wizarding world, the name of this castle is common knowledge to everyone. It is where the king lives.

"Well, maybe Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to the Queen about something."

"By the way, where's Harry?" Only then did Owen realize that Harry was not in the auditorium.

"In the school infirmary." Ron said, "During Quidditch training yesterday, Harry suddenly became confused and fell from the sky, breaking his leg."

"Huh?" Owen frowned and went to the school infirmary without any hesitation.

The other little wizards followed suit.

As they reached the door of the school infirmary, they ran into Professor McGonagall.

She was talking to Madam Pomfrey with a heavy heart. When she saw Owen, she immediately walked towards him and said, "Mr. Sanchez, didn't Professor Dumbledore come back with you?"

"The professor is visiting Buckingham Palace." Owen glanced at the medical cart pushed by Madam Pomfrey. There were many bottles and jars on it, one of which was empty. He remembered that it should be used for pain relief.

"But I don't think the professor will be back in the short term." He retracted his gaze and added, "In order to prevent revenge from the Death Eaters, the professor will probably stay in London for a while."

"Stay for a while?" Professor McGonagall's face turned ugly. The current situation was still unclear, and Hogwarts needed Dumbledore to be in charge to prevent any emergencies.

but now.

"Don't worry too much, Professor." Owen suddenly said, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth. "I guess - the Death Eaters should be quiet for a while, because - some reasons. So we will have a fairly quiet time."

"Hmm?" Professor McGonagall looked at him in confusion, then said, "Okay, but necessary measures must still be taken."

She thought for a moment, "Starting today, Hogwarts has a curfew. No one is allowed to wander around the castle after dinner. Remember to inform the others."

"No problem, Professor." Owen nodded.

Then Professor McGonagall left in a hurry.