I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 531: An Impossible Enemy

The soul-stirring whispers finally freed Owen's heavy mind.

The strong winds from the stars make people panic, and only shadows and lonely corners are the safest places.

May God forgive mankind’s unprovoked offenses and not immediately send down karmic fire to cleanse this sin-filled world.

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

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

Although the professors still did not recommend them to go to Hogsmeade, it was obvious that the village was bustling 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 posture, motionless, silent, just looking at the ceiling.

The emerald eyes were lifeless 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 - feel the anxiety and the madness suppressed under the calm.

Hermione is the little wizard who comes to the school infirmary the most often. She almost regards the infirmary as the Gryffindor common room.

She listened to all the inarticulate mumblings he made in his coma.

It sounded like a prophecy and also like a warning.

——Dumbledore came again today.

He looked a little impatient.

Behind the semi-circular glasses, the deep blue eyes were bloodshot.

He looked as if he hadn't rested for centuries.

The whole person was so terribly haggard that he looked like he was about to die and then fell down randomly and fell into eternal sleep.

But this was already considered good. Compared to the other wizards from the Union who also participated in the restoration of the bas-relief and fainted one after another during work, his willpower was simply terrifyingly strong.

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

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

"Okay." Dumbledore said with some regret.

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

"What do you want to talk about, Professor?" Hermione asked, looking up at Dumbledore's tired face.

"In the coming year, Voldemort is likely to gain great power and make a comeback. That will be the day of the decisive battle, and you - your parents will be in danger if they are still in Britain." Dumbledore said, "Although we have done a good job in protecting them in the past two years, we still cannot take the future lightly."

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 main targets of the Death Eaters.

"You intend to"

"No -" Dumbledore said, "It's the Rosier family. They have businesses all over the world, as do all big families. Ms. Wenda Rosier wants to arrange for your parents to go to the Far East."

"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. Perhaps -" the old professor suddenly paused, "they should first put aside all memories about you and magic. This will ensure their safety to the greatest extent."

The school infirmary fell into a brief silence.

Hermione hung her head and said nothing.

She didn't know what had happened to Owen - Dumbledore hadn't told her.

But just from the temperament displayed 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 had experienced this in the past one or two years, but her reason told her that what Dumbledore did was reasonable and it was the right choice.

But - is it really necessary to go to that extent?

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

"I know it's difficult," Dumbledore said, breaking the silence.

“But this is indeed the safest way.”

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked suddenly. "Where's his aunt and her family?"

"We will also arrange for them to leave England before Harry's seventeenth birthday," Dumbledore replied.

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There was another moment of silence.

After about a minute, Hermione spoke again, "I'll go home and talk to them."

"I'm sorry--" Dumbledore said sadly. For this old man, what he cared about most was family affection, because in the past, he had not grasped his own share.

"No, Professor. I know you've always been thinking about me. If you think this is the best choice, then I will do it. I trust you."

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

A look of relief appeared on his face.

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

The boy was still staring at the ceiling.

But just as Dumbledore was about to leave, the pair of emerald green eyes met his gaze.

"We need to talk."

A flat voice without any tone was heard.

"Certainly," said Dumbledore.

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

"Owen--" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Sorry, I'll come see you later."

After saying that, Owen walked out of the school infirmary in a daze.

<divclass="contentadv">Dumbledore nodded to Hermione soothingly, and then left.

The two walked slowly through the corridor of the castle and headed to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

After a while, the oak door was pushed open.

Irving strode in.

The room had changed dramatically since the last time he was here.

The biggest change was that the table, which was originally filled with all kinds of strange and weird magical items, had all disappeared.

Today, it is covered with stacks of carved stone slabs and large amounts of parchment.

"Would you like some tea? With sugar or milk?" Dumbledore said as he approached the table. "I remember you liked sweets."

"I'm not hungry, Professor."

"That's - that's really surprising. After all, you haven't eaten for a month. Although potions can provide nutrients, they can't fill a person's stomach."

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

"A very small part," said Dumbledore.

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

Owen listened quietly without saying a word.

And looking at the portraits on the wall, the principals of all generations pricked up their ears and listened attentively.

Especially Principal Dexter, because he thinks he is an insider.

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

"No——" After listening to Dumbledore's story, Owen immediately denied some of his grandfather's conjectures. "The real threat to us is not the Outer Gods. The power of the Outer Gods is indeed strong, but it is not impossible to deal with."

"He has defeated the Outer God Essence in the Indian Tower of Divine Granting before."

"Then our enemy is——"

"We got it wrong," Owen said, looking a little pained. "We've been getting it wrong all along.

We superficially believe that the Outer Gods and the gods are just powerful wizards, just like the despicable Herpo, the first ancient Greek dark wizard who created the Horcrux. If this character were still alive, could a wizard who lived for more than two thousand years also be called a god?

Moreover, the magic he possessed was definitely far beyond that of ordinary wizards, and with two thousand years of accumulation, it seemed that it was not an exaggeration to call him a god.

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

Mortals cannot name God, they only call it [Supreme Will], which may be the embodiment of some cosmic rules, a shadow of a higher dimension with powerful spiritual abilities, able to influence humans through dreams and telepathy. It can only spread horrible nightmares to any corner of the world and spread the knowledge that drives people crazy. "

"We know too little about Zhi." Owen said, "The only thing we can trust now is Merlin's plan.

He never talked to me about his plan, but now I can roughly guess it. It is nothing more than letting me integrate all the power of the existing Outer Gods on Earth and let me defeat the Outer Gods. But there is a problem - that is, the Outer Gods can certainly be defeated, but what about the [Supreme Will]? What if Merlin's extremely smart brain is also interfered with by the higher dimension? What if he thinks that everything he has is almost just the will of God? "Owen became a little anxious.

Many speculations passed through his mind, and many whispers.

Among them was the Far North Divine Tower and the words that the outer gods said to him.

host?

Are you calling him?

Why does it call itself that - is it because the Outer God part of itself is too obvious?

But it is part of the essence of the Outer Gods. Who would call himself the Lord?

Owen didn't dare to think about it too much, because when he realized that the mad wizard, the Lord mentioned by Ionia, only represented one thing, he couldn't stop feeling afraid in his heart.

"The Divine Grant Tower in the Far North was one of the first to be built. The Outer Gods imprisoned in the Divine Grant Tower are essentially the largest and strongest. In the [Age of the Gods] of spellcasters, they have even more powerful power. They can even extract the power of the Outer Gods for their own use. Just like that pool.

But then - the construction level of the Divine Tower also symbolizes the decline of wizards, from the chains that could bind the Outer Gods in the beginning to the ancient runes all over the tower later, which could not be fully controlled.

That city - that lost city was a holy place for spellcasters tens of thousands of years ago, and it is one of the few traces of the golden age that have survived to the present day.

Those caves and tunnels in the mountains are where the servants of the spellcaster, the Hundred Aspects, once lived. The open space around the city is where they raised animals and grazed them, and there are also squares in the city—"

Owen said a lot of things 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.

Maybe this would make him feel a little more relaxed.

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

"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 discovered in the Brazilian God-granting Tower. There is also the history known by successive heirs, the history known by Principal Dexter, and perhaps the history that Merlin believes.

This mistake caused some serious incidents, including 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 deathly silence in the principal's office at first.

Then a heated exchange of words broke out.

The portraits talk to each other.

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

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

After all, those four are legends standing at the top of wizards, so it is not difficult for them to discover ancient magic.

Likewise, they discovered the disasters brought about by ancient magic.

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

They simply attributed all past disasters to their successors, believing that some ambitious people like Voldemort had inherited ancient magic, a power beyond imagination.

When they discovered this force in a certain area of ​​​​the UK, they blocked it off tightly.

They hoped that they would select a suitable successor to inherit the power, rather than having it 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 leaking out of the tower.