I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 512 Becoming King

Hermione had been away from Hogwarts for almost two months.

The end of October till now.

She wrote back during the period, sometimes saying she was in France, sometimes saying she was in Australia. For two months, she seemed to be running all over the world.

When the young wizards of DA heard the news, they immediately put away their wands, put on their robes, and rushed out of the Room of Requirement.

They were really curious about the truth in London.

In the entire Hogwarts, except for Dumbledore, in the eyes of most young wizards, Hermione is the only one who knows the truth.

In the auditorium.

Crowds of people gathered, and the little wizard surrounded Hermione in three layers.

However, after Irving appeared, they were very tactful and made way for him to pass.

Owen, whose hair was a little messy, wanted to go up and say hello directly.

But after noticing the tiredness in Miss Granger's eyes - and more importantly, the clothes she was wearing, he held back and did not say the joke he had prepared.

"Surprised?" Hermione's gaze passed over everyone present and fell naked on Owen. When he sat next to her, she noticed that the boy's hair was quite messy. The neat ponytail in the past was now full of broken hair that seemed to be growing out like buds.

She said nothing, reached out, unbraided his hair, and began to fix it for him again.

"Why? Is Queen Elizabeth planning to abdicate to you?"

Owen couldn't help but think so.

The girl's hair was carefully combed into a high bun, and on top of her head she wore an exquisite silver crown inlaid with densely packed diamonds. On her forehead was the largest emerald, as translucent as the remains of some ancient creature.

He was wearing a crimson robe trimmed with white mink.

The disc emblem of the Camelot Dynasty is clearly sewn on the back, reminding you of the ancient times.

Inside was a purple dress made of very high-quality satin fabric. The skirt was wide and flowing, and some kind of flower-like pattern was embroidered on it with golden silk thread.

From the neckline to the hem of her skirt, it was all inlaid with gems of various colors. Her neck, fingers, and earlobes were all adorned with jewelry, making her look as elegant and graceful as a princess who never left her house.

This outfit is even more gorgeous than the dress the Queen's eldest princess wore when she got married.

It seems that the only thing that can be compared to it is the clothes the Queen wore when she ascended the throne at Westminster Abbey.

"For some reason." Miss Granger said cheerfully, her joy showing through. "You'll know in a few days anyway."

"Oh..." Owen simply responded, resting his hands on the long table to support his head, and then casually said, "I'm just worried that you will be swallowed by these jewels."

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Hermione's hands, which were braiding his hair, suddenly stopped.

His expression was somewhat unhappy.

Why did she deliberately wear this outfit back to the castle? Did she want to show off to others?

She looked at the boy in front of her and angrily let go of his hand.

The hair, no longer controlled by the girl's slender fingers, suddenly spread out.

Her long hair hung down and swayed, exuding an indescribable ghostly temptation.

Hermione took out her vine wand from her arms and swept it gently from her head to her feet. Suddenly, the gorgeous clothes on her body turned back into the familiar Hogwarts girls' school uniform.

"what--"

The crowd gathered around immediately sighed with regret.

Harry and Ron looked at her. Actually, although Hermione's appearance just now was a little strange and completely inconsistent with her usual temperament, she was still quite beautiful.

That unique and powerful aura is very attractive.

Of course, they were still rational people. They cared more about why Hermione was wearing such an outfit than whether the clothes looked good.

"This is not the place to talk."

Owen suddenly stood up. His long silver hair fluttered in the wind, attracting countless people with strange thoughts.

He reached out and grasped Miss Granger's wrist. "I just hope that you wear clothes because you like them, and no one forces you to wear them. Do you understand?"

He pulled her out of the hall, followed by Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"If you really want to wear the crown, tell me." He looked back at the witch, "I can help you."

"Who wants to wear the crown!" Hermione was still a little angry and spoke bluntly.

"So, someone forced you to do this?"

"No." Hermione shook her head. "I just..."

"Acquiescence?" Owen said, "A compromise under the siege of various forces?"

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Hearing this, Miss Granger fell silent.

She had to admit that the boy in front of her was incredibly smart.

Especially the part about the human heart.

He could penetrate it easily without using magic.

"To me, this is a disguised form of coercion!" Owen said indifferently.

Several people returned to the Room of Requirement.

All the DA members followed.

There are a lot of people, from all colleges, and there is really no other suitable place.

On the wall of the eighth floor, the mark of the gate went from blurry to real, and finally into three-dimensional form.

Owen pushed the door open.

There were still people inside - Koyatel, Susan, and Hannah, who had not left just now.

because--

"You're back again." Coyate raised his eyebrows and looked at Owen who was walking towards him with his long hair loose.

"There's nowhere else to go." Owen said casually, waving his hand, and transforming another sofa next to the fireplace.

Then he pulled Hermione to sit down with him.

"Tell me how they forced you."

<divclass="contentadv">Hermione frowned her beautiful eyebrows. She still didn't like Owen's choice of words. She preferred the word "responsibility" to "compulsion".

"The Prime Minister and I talked a lot." She began to talk, "The world situation, Britain's position in the changing situation, the interests of the people, and he also talked about the [War of Poseidon] in Italy, as well as the [Battle of Berlin], the [Battle of Paris], and this [Battle of London]. Ordinary people are becoming more and more dangerous. In the Middle Ages, the kind of dark wizards who could casually kill ordinary people in a village to make potions or try to invent some vicious spells will definitely happen again.

It is even said that it is already happening, especially after the government and the Death Eaters have completely torn their faces apart. Voldemort's revenge may happen at any time.

They need the power of a wizard.

Ordinary people need a role model, someone who can lift their spirits, inspire the country to move forward and the two races to develop peacefully, and the Prime Minister felt that I was the right person.”

Hermione said a lot in one breath.

And it is definitely a brief description.

Irving believed that Mr. Harker must have prepared a more extensive excuse, and he would not be surprised even if it was 2.3 million words.

The fire in the fireplace rolled and continued to attack the kettle that suppressed it.

After a while, the kettle blew out white mist.

Owen waved his hand, controlled the kettle to float up, and poured Hermione a cup of hot tea.

Then say, “Want to hear my opinion?”

"Of course..." Hermione picked up the teacup, feeling the warmth from her palm, and couldn't help but forgive Owen a little in her heart.

"Mr. Harker is right about one thing. They need you." Owen leaned on the sofa and looked down. "They need you very much!"

"After London encountered the war launched by wizards, the ideology of millions of people had already begun to collapse. Maybe you didn't notice it, but I saw it. During the war, many gutter bugs, terrorist organizations, cults, and ambitious people emerged and bewitched people in dark corners.

People whose minds were taken away by Dementors wandered the streets, and countless people committed suicide in the rain.

There are all kinds of people in this bizarre neighborhood.

In other words, some important things that unite people have collapsed. Perhaps it is the belief in God, the worship of order, or the confidence in the politics, culture and military of developed countries.

Of course, more people are afraid of strange strangers - wizards.

When foreigners who use magic and are very different from themselves fill their familiar hometowns, the natives will naturally feel disgust and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Their perception of their hometown is inversely proportional to the number of foreigners. When the wizarding age arrives, the Muggle worldview faces severe challenges. They always feel dizzy and lost, and they lose the definition of home, city, and country.

'If the people living on this land are not our kind, then what is the meaning of home and country?'

So what is the most urgent thing for the British government and the royal family right now?

It is to create a consensus.

Take what is not mine into me. Label foreigners as British, and force the people to declare that there are only our kind on this land, and no foreigners!

Where is this consensus?" Owen took the already lukewarm teacup from Hermione's hand, drank the tea in one gulp, then refilled the cup and stuffed it back into her hand.

Hermione stared at him dully, feeling as if her thoughts were flying in the clouds, without a solid ground at all.

She could only reply mechanically, "Where?"

"In history!" Owen rolled his eyes at the drowsy Granger. He never expected that one day, she would also become distracted due to the fierce infusion of knowledge.

"I don't need to guess at all." He went on to say, "There must have been a large number of Muggles gathered in Westminster Abbey in the days after the war."

"There are a lot of people gathered," said Hermione.

"What do you think they're here for?"

"Uh..." The girl frowned, "Isn't that a prayer?"

"Heh..." Owen chuckled and said sarcastically, "When I was about to die, everything was silent in my eyes. I looked around in darkness and carefully identified it, but I didn't find any miracles from the Kingdom of God. Oh - God! Where is he?"

"Then what are they doing?" Hermione didn't have any ill feelings towards Owen's arrangement of God's words. She was not a Christian, and neither was her family.

Religion was nothing but legend to her.

“There is a culture that can be understood by the three ethnic groups on this land.

Fifteen hundred years ago, the king who was said to have led the wizards to victory against the Roman Empire army from across the strait was the eternal spiritual destination of all of them, the three nations.

On the night of the Battle of London, a girl holding the sword of Gryffindor, standing on a dragon, surrounded by the glory of a silver lion, obviously assumed a certain image. "

"King Arthur?!" Hermione was shocked after hearing Owen's explanation.

Not to mention her, even Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville and others around her showed the same expression.

"You mean, Muggles mistake Hermione for King Arthur?" Hannah said in disbelief. "How is that possible? He was a historical figure from 1,500 years ago."

"Not as--" Owen emphasized, "as--she became King Arthur."

"According to Muggle records, King Arthur did not die, but entered the eternal utopia of Avalon and fell into a deep sleep.

When Britain is in crisis again, King Arthur will rise again!"

"See? The appearance of a certain person completely fits the description of the ending of this myth. When people are confused, no matter how outrageous it is, as long as it can help them move on, they will firmly believe it. And the British government will also strengthen and publicize this point.

As I said before, they have to create a consensus, otherwise wizards will never be able to become one.

King Arthur, Merlin, the Knights of the Round Table, and the Dynasty of Camelot are the most appropriate and proper consensus. "

"So - even if you're not." Owen stared at Hermione, "you have to pretend that you are. At least you can't deny it."

Hermione was a little confused, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so she asked, "But what's the problem with this? If it can help ordinary people out of trouble, there's nothing wrong with it."

"question?"

"It's a big problem." Owen pinched the little witch's cheek. "First of all, if Mr. Harker can ask you to dress up as someone else with such a reason today, then he can ask you to do other things with similar reasons tomorrow. Do you know the salami tactic? Infiltration little by little will not force you to make a choice between the wizarding world and the Muggle world all at once, but will induce you to lean towards the British government little by little. Over time, when you make certain decisions, you will naturally stand on their side.

Secondly, the people’s beliefs are also that they will force you to become what they imagine you to be, rather than yourself.

Finally, if you really choose to play such a role, you will definitely be hated by the Death Eaters, Voldemort, and even the dark wizards in the entire European war will regard you as a thorn in their eyes.

You are setting yourself on the fire."

"I" Hermione hesitated for a moment before she finally understood why Owen didn't react too much to her new dress. It was not just a gorgeous piece of clothing, but a complex conspiracy behind it.

And the moment Owen saw it, he thought of everything.

He was worried about his own safety.

"But we are already enemies of dark wizards." The little witch raised her head and smiled at Owen. "There's nothing wrong with that, if you need it."

Owen wanted to say something, perhaps admonishing or worrying, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hermione. She gently pushed him and urged him to turn around.

Hermione's hands shuttled through the silver hair, her fingers deftly weaving the hair one by one and gathering them into a ponytail again.