I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 514 Christmas Party

Owen's eyes, flashing with an exotic light, glanced at everyone present.

Finally it stopped on Koyatel.

"You are suitable," he said. "You have fought against Death Eaters and won, so your strength is not a problem. You used to live in Port Isabella, where you maintained a Muggle lifestyle. Finally, 'having an advantage in appearance', this also fully meets the requirements."

"and--"

Considering the Salazar Slytherin blood running through her veins, such a person would be a role model.

"I don't think you would want to return to North America. If you want to have an easy job that allows you to stay here after graduation, wizard consultant is a good choice."

Faced with Irving's firm words, Koyattel was thinking about other things.

She had no intention of getting involved in the disputes between Muggles and wizards. It should be said that any disputes were what she was trying her best to avoid now.

She was tired; years of fighting with the gods had left her exhausted and mentally strained.

She hadn't dreamed for a long time, and she dreamed of that rolling cloud and the terrifying phantom behind the cloud.

ended.

That tall tower has collapsed, and the Outer Gods' eyes above the dark sea of ​​stars have shifted their focus, right?

But why, she still clearly felt that she was being watched.

Enduring.

"Click."

The flames in the fireplace burned the moisture inside the wood, causing the wood to crack, causing a slight popping sound.

A sudden voice broke the silence.

Koyatel suddenly came back to her senses. She didn't dare to look directly into those emerald green eyes. She turned her head away and said nervously, "Let me think about it."

"Of course, it's your freedom." Owen responded.

But relatively speaking, she is indeed the most suitable one.

She could even leave Hogwarts now and just come back to take the exam in May next year.

Next, Owen did not participate in the conversation between the little wizards.

The warmth from the fireplace finally dispelled the severe coldness in the Request-Granting Room.

They asked Miss Granger many questions.

Most of them hit during the Battle of London.

It was from her that everyone learned that the outside world had already been in an uproar because of this incident.

During the month of November, the Prime Minister, Mr Hacker, met with leaders from almost every country in Europe.

They all came to the UK to learn 'advanced' experience.

Of course, most countries had no intention of attacking wizards, but not having a sword in hand was not the same as having a sword and not using it, and besides, it was just an emergency plan for wizards.

In addition, the International Confederation of Wizards also reacted strongly.

It is undeniable that in this war, Muggles did objectively help them clean up a large number of social remnants of the magical world, and also attracted the greatest firepower in the future, but such a tragic war and the defeat of the Death Eaters still made them terrified.

The Federation simply couldn't imagine what it would be like for a Muggle army to deal with a group of wizards who couldn't even use the Shield Charm.

Although they were extremely reluctant, there seemed to be only one word they could think of: massacre.

Any normal wizard could have imagined this result.

This is also the reason why the Ministry of Magic did not report the Battle of London on a large scale. Even magazines like The Quibbler, which sang a different tune from mainstream newspapers, did not dwell too much on the details of the war and just glossed over it.

No matter how eccentric Mr. Shenor Lovegood was, he was first and foremost a wizard, and he had to consider the wizarding turmoil that would follow the true report.

Silence is a helpless choice.

The wizard consultant program proposed by Hermione was not only established by the British government. In fact, almost all major European countries have launched similar programs.

The Federation is also happy to see this.

Because they have to send people to infiltrate the Muggle governments of various countries, they must understand why this enemy that can easily defeat them is so powerful.

In the post-Statute of Secrecy era, the two races quickly began to integrate because of a war.

Although people usually call it Christmas, this festival was actually the winter solstice festival in ancient Nordic countries for a long time, and it was a festival to worship Odin.

In the Muggle world, the two festivals are mixed together.

But the wizarding world has retained its purity.

Although most wizards have long forgotten Odin and other gods, as well as the sacrificial truth behind the festival.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this festival was older than the historical inscriptions recorded, older than Bethlehem, Babylon, Memphis, and even humanity itself.

The week before the festival.

Hagrid had alone brought in the twelve Christmas trees that were indispensable to the Great Hall every year, the banisters were wrapped with holly and tinsel, ever-burning candles flickered in the helmets of armor, and bunches of mistletoe were hung at intervals in the corridors.

It seemed that every moment there were girls gathering under the mistletoe, causing traffic jams, perhaps waiting for the boys to be invited to take them to Christmas dinner.

Owen really didn't think there was anything good about the dinner, even though he was not invited.

It was enough for Harry to go and get along well with Slughorn. He had been busy with Quidditch training recently and had been drifting away from Slughorn.

In a Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was teaching them about human body transformation, which was the most difficult subject in the subject of Transfiguration. In this class, the professor asked them to change the color of their eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Owen can do it easily, even the colorful one is a piece of cake for him.

The others had some troubles. Ron transformed his eyebrows into a mustache, which looked very strange.

Harry turned his eyebrows an ugly green.

The worst suffered was Seamus. Perhaps only Merlin knew why Transfiguration also had the ability to set things on fire. He burned his eyebrows and the hair on his forehead with fire. Now, not to mention changing color, his eyebrows were gone.

Amidst all the laughter, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. They were about to leave when they were stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"After dinner, the little wizards who will be attending the Christmas party will gather in the auditorium."

The professor said something inexplicable and then left the classroom.

Everyone was a little confused.

After lunch, Owen went to alchemy class with Miss Granger, with whom he had recently started to have conflicts.

Victor is now a famous figure in the wizarding world.

Honors followed one after another.

However, he himself does not attach much importance to these material things.

'Magic is used to benefit the public.' This belief runs through his life. Compared with the ups and downs of the outside world, he prefers to stay in his office, studying the inscriptions on the Tower of Divine Grant that have been handed down from ancient times, and fantasizes about finding a way to completely tame ancient magic from those intricate ancient runes.

After class, the two of them went to the library for a while.

We didn't go to the auditorium until before dinner.

After a sumptuous dinner.

As expected, Professor McGonagall showed up at the guest of honor table on time.

She waved her wand and removed the tables and chairs from the venue, leaving the auditorium empty.

There were about thirty little wizards at the scene.

It is possible that the number will increase later because many people have not yet found a partner.

Owen was among the thirty or so people, although Hermione had not formally invited him to be her partner.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat, looked around at the little wizards below the stage, then took out a thick book from her arms.

She calmly opened the book and began to read its contents.

Only then did the little wizards realize that the book was about etiquette, from body shape to conversation, and even the tone of voice. In short, it was a rough outline for taming "civilized people."

In a trance, the little wizard seemed to have returned to two years ago.

There was a similar period on the eve of the championship.

<divclass="contentadv">Professor McGonagall is responsible for teaching them various etiquette and dances.

But that time it was because of international friends.

This was just a private dinner for Horace Slughorn. Was it necessary to make such a fuss?

Can he also invite the EU Secretary-General?

Or maybe there will be many foreign wizards attending the Christmas dinner. In order to avoid exposing the image of Hogwarts raising a bunch of reckless men, they have to intensify their practice?

Owen couldn't figure it out.

Others were even less confused.

But Professor McGonagall's etiquette lessons were mandatory, and they had to attend unless they gave up attending the banquet.

The young wizard knew that he could not resist, so he could only hold his nose and endure the etiquette class, which was even more boring than Professor Binns's class on History of Magic, for a whole week.

Until Christmas Day.

On this day, most of the little wizards in the castle broke away from their holiday laziness early, got up, packed their clothes, and went to the auditorium to eat.

Because the little wizard who goes home at ten o'clock should leave school.

The Hogwarts Express departed promptly at eleven o'clock.

Most of the little wizards who stayed behind were participants in the banquet.

All in all, there are about forty or fifty people.

It almost includes the most outstanding young wizards in grades five, six and seven.

In the hall, Professor McGonagall sat silently in the guest of honor seat. She was wearing a red plaid robe and a unique thistle wreath on the brim of her hat.

She crossed her hands at her waist and looked at the group of little wizards below with great elegance.

Very different from ordinary times.

It was even different from two years ago when she met with other magic schools. At that time, Professor McGonagall showed her serious side, and elegance was just an embellishment. But this time it was the opposite.

Next to her stood a lonely oak door.

The gate only had a door frame and door panel, standing there in the air.

On the surface of the oak, complex ancient runes were carved, and in the center there was a strange device that looked like a clock made of mithril. At one glance, Owen immediately thought of the portal invented by the alchemist Nicolas Flamel.

Victor also invented a similar magic item, which he named Warp.

It is an upgrade and improvement of Nick technology.

Correspondingly, Realm Warp is much simpler to activate. You can start it at any location by carrying the device and waving a wand, and the effect is at the level of intercontinental.

The one in front of me must be Nick's original invention.

"Strange. The party isn't taking place at Hogwarts?"

I don't know if it was Owen, Harry, or even Neville who realized the true purpose of the door.

Because Irving has shown it before.

"It looks like it's still quite far away," said Ron. He knew that the door was big enough to take them directly to the European continent.

"Hermione." Ginny looked at Hermione beside her.

She was wearing a red robe and her long red hair was tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is very attractive to boys, and her little pink face is indescribably cute.

The rest of the group, including Harry and Ron, were wearing suits that Owen had given them as Christmas gifts two years ago.

Two years have passed, and the little wizards have grown a lot taller, but they can still fit into the dresses, because it is not an ordinary piece of clothing, but more like a magic prop that can change size according to the user's body shape to ensure that it always fits.

Otherwise, how could it be possible that one Owen would cost seventy or eighty Galleons.

He spent a thousand Galleons on more than a dozen dresses.

Thinking back on it now, I feel heartbroken.

"You'll know soon enough." Hermione didn't answer directly.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Owen who was standing beside him.

Under the influence of ancient magic, the boy next to him has changed completely from what he was two years ago. It is almost difficult to see any trace of his past in him.

If she hadn't experienced his changes, she would have thought it was someone else.

As everyone was puzzled, Professor McGonagall in the guest of honor seat suddenly frowned.

Then, the elegant posture immediately retreated and became serious again.

"Ms. Lovegood. Could you tell me what you are wearing?"

Everyone looked and saw that Luna was wearing a robe inlaid with silver sequins and lace on the sleeves and legs.

On her head she wore a strange bunny ear headdress made of unicorn tail hair.

There are carrot-shaped earrings hanging on her ears.

The necklace around the neck is the most normal one, a gemstone necklace, Egyptian style.

"Professor, this is my dress." Luna said seriously.

Next to her followed Neville.

Justin said that Neville invited Hannah, but Ernie got there first.

"Dress?" Professor McGonagall raised her voice very high, her eyes full of disbelief.

She rubbed her head, trying to follow Luna's thoughts.

But it only lasted half a second before Professor McGonagall gave up.

"Change it." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said in a slightly euphemistic tone, "Where is the dress you wore at the competition ball? Change into that one, and then take off all the messy things on your head and ears."

"I think they are normal." Luna looked down at her dress. "Although it is certainly not as beautiful as that one, it is very distinctive."

"The banquet doesn't need any special features. What we need to show is the inner qualities of wizards," Professor McGonagall emphasized.

Luna did not deny Professor McGonagall's request. She turned and left the hall. She would probably have to wait for a while before coming back.

in this process.

Professor McGonagall once again emphasized to them the need to observe etiquette during the banquet and the prohibition of privately casting spells.

Just when everyone's ears were about to develop calluses from listening so much.

Luna finally reappeared in the auditorium.

"Alright." Professor McGonagall retracted her gaze, "Line up and enter, presenting the honorable image of a Hogwarts wizard."

After that, she drew out her wand and knocked on the mithril device of the door standing next to her.

The next second, the device merged into the door like water.

The ancient runes on the oak door seemed to come alive, wriggling and interweaving as if with life, piecing together exquisite patterns.

Then the professor opened the door.

Finally, the world behind the door was exposed to everyone.

From a distance, it was a four-story gray cube building with a royal emblem hanging on the main entrance. The palace was surrounded by railings. The square in front was wide and solemn, with various statues and monuments standing on it.

At this moment, many people gathered in the square.

Wrap up the professors that the little wizards are familiar with.

"Where is it?" Harry asked doubtfully.

And Owen answered instantly, "Buckingham Palace."