I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 548 Farewell

In the tent, most people were dancing enthusiastically.

Bill and Fleur were the first to step onto the dance floor, winning warm applause from everyone. After a while, Mr. Weasley led Mrs. Delacour to the dance floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur's father.

A waltz-like dance music started, and even Luna couldn't help but slide onto the dance floor, closing her eyes and swinging her arms.

"Want to dance?" Hermione turned and invited Owen.

Owen stared in the other direction, thoughtful.

"No," he said. "Go ahead and have fun. The Disillusionment Charm cannot come into contact with other people. You know, it's just a disguise."

"Oh - yes." Hermione nodded.

At this time, Ginny ran over, her face flushed, and she said happily, "Don't sit here."

"There's someone looking for you over there, French. It seems to be a student at Beauxbatons. She said she's a member of the DA, but I'm not sure."

"Oh - that might be Fleur's classmate. I..." Hermione talked about her experience in France during the summer vacation last semester.

As he spoke, he and Ginny headed there.

And Owen - after Hermione left, he stood up alone, walked around the busy dance floor, and went outside the tent.

Sitting down on a simple chair near the garden of the Burrow.

There are several wizards beside him.

The person closest to him was an ordinary-looking middle-aged wizard.

He had long fingers and his left hand was covered with burn marks, like rotten leaves.

"Tom will attack here?"

"Well..." said the middle-aged wizard next to him.

"You're being too obvious. I can't understand why you're doing this?" Owen said, "Are you trying to get rid of Tom once and for all?"

"Really? Maybe it's a little obvious." The middle-aged wizard's voice was mixed with fatigue, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, or he was seriously injured and just recovered from a serious illness. There was no trace of strength in his voice. "This is not a permanent solution, but I want to verify something. And - go to a place."

"To verify something?" Owen narrowed his eyes, a trace of anger flashing in his pupils, "To verify what? Your life?"

He had already seen that Dumbledore beside him was indeed seriously injured.

Voldemort's curse caused serious damage to his body. There are few wizards in the world who can cure the curse left by Voldemort.

But the person who can do it is right next to him.

That's Irving himself.

Dumbledore clearly had a few weeks, so why didn't he come to find me?

There was no way he didn't know he could solve the curse.

The story of Rosier's Hospital for Magical Invalids is well known to everyone. Could it be that Dumbledore thought that Voldemort's curse was more powerful than that of the Other Gods?

And now - now, he dragged his broken body here - knowing that a big battle would take place - wasn't this suicide?

"You will know some things later." The disguised Dumbledore said calmly.

"I'm not Harry Potter." Owen's voice was a little stiff. "Don't be a riddler in front of me - how annoying - do you want to be like Merlin - or do you think I can't guess it?" As he spoke, his voice was a little angry.

"You sent almost all the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix and the Union here - what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry about them this time." Dumbledore remained calm. "As soon as the battle starts, they will take the guests away."

"And what about you? Go up there and die?"

"Someone will sacrifice. Everything has a meaning."

"What a bullshit point." Owen shouted angrily, then took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. "So what's the plan?"

In the original book, Dumbledore found the Gaunt Ring in the old house of the Gaunt family. He was tempted by the Resurrection Stone on it and put it on his hand, thus being cursed and dying.

Knowing that he would not live long, he took the opportunity to use it as bait and planned a plan to kill Voldemort.

But now, his curse can be cured, and the Horcruxes have been found almost all the time. Only the Gaunt Ring is still in the hands of Bella and others. Apart from this - could it be Harry?

Owen was slightly startled, remembering the test Dumbledore had just mentioned.

"Is it for Harry?"

"." Dumbledore looked at him sideways, "I have to say, you are really smart."

"Tom has reshaped his body. Do you want to test whether Harry's mother's magic of love still exists in his body? But how do you test it?"

"There will be a way." Dumbledore smiled, "But this is not the most important thing."

"Why else?"

"It's for you." A hint of determination flashed in his blue eyes. "Do you remember what I said to Principal Dexter in the cave's divine tower?"

"."

Without waiting for Owen to speak, Dumbledore said to himself: "--At least you can still rely on your headmaster now, Owen. Things are not so bad that the headmaster's students need to face danger alone."

"Merlin - Sea of ​​Stars - Outer Gods - Supreme Will."

Dumbledore looked at Owen and winked at him: "Death is not the end, but the beginning of another greater adventure - I think, let's go and take a look first."

"."

"You--" Owen was stunned for a moment, then said: "You found something from those bas-reliefs in the Canadian Divine Tower? Right?"

"Ancient magic? Magical technology? Historical truth or some prophetic story?"

"No - neither." Dumbledore's eyes were as pure as a spring, shining with the light of humanity.

He laughed suddenly.

He looked at Owen with a smile, stretched out his hand, and held Owen with his intact right hand.

In an instant, the disillusionment spell on both of them disappeared.

Owen saw a face covered with burn marks.

"I can heal you." His heartstrings were touched, like ripples on a calm lake.

"No need." Dumbledore said, "I have been thinking about a lot of things during this period."

“A rare peaceful day.”

"I thought of my parents and sister. For quite a long time, I couldn't remember what they looked like. Their appearance was just a blur. Sometimes I couldn't even tell whether the shadow in my head was a memory or my imagination.

But recently, they have suddenly become clearer - clearer than ever before. Just as vivid as they were decades ago.

I knew then that my end was near.”

"Owen--" He looked like a great man standing in the sun, or like the grandfather next door. Owen had never seen such a strong sense of relief in his eyes.

A bit of loneliness, a bit of indifference, a bit of sadness, a bit of happiness. The complex emotions, just like his complex life, appeared on his face at the same time.

"After thinking about it - I think - Merlin might not harm you."

"He is also a pitiful man. What he has no protection for can be seen everywhere now - the emblem of Camelot, the portrait of the Knight of the Disc. This is enough to prove that he is not an ambitious man, or a person with a cold heart."

"His plan is not to surrender humbly. Because he is a man with hatred in his heart - more than a thousand years have passed, and he is still furious.

Maybe - I'll meet him. I think it would be the most interesting meeting - what questions would I ask?

<divclass="contentadv">Ask him about his relationship with King Arthur? "

He smiled, as if he remembered something, and his smile was very gentle.

For a moment, Owen was speechless.

He wanted very much to stop Dumbledore.

Because there is always a way to survive.

But he had no reason.

The other party dragged his exhausted body and was obviously prepared.

He couldn't convince.

As the sun rises, golden light shines through the sparse clouds, onto the green trees and grass, covering the earth with a thin layer of golden gauze.

The breeze blew slowly from the depths of the valley, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and soil, gently brushing across my cheeks.

The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if they were whispering or singing.

But all these, along with the laughter in the tent not far away, were gradually moving away from Owen.

In his senses.

The surroundings became quiet.

A trace of sadness arose in his heart, and he thought a lot in an instant.

About death - about God - about the Supreme Will - and even more about man and himself.

On the other side, on the dance floor.

As the music progressed, more and more people appeared on the stage.

The atmosphere is good, the carnival before death is so perverse.

Bottles of champagne floated in the air among the crowd, and there was a huge wedding cake with two phoenix models on top, which spread their wings and took off when the cake was cut open.

Under the influence of alcohol, people were laughing so hard that Owen didn't see Harry and the others.

On the other hand, Fred and George, the two conspicuous ones, looked silly and were chatting and laughing with Furong's classmates or cousins.

Ron was talking to Krum, that guy actually came here.

Time passes little by little.

Owen suddenly found Harry's trace.

He looked around a corner and saw Harry talking to an elderly wizard.

He had hair like dandelions, and on top of it he wore a moth-eaten Turkish hat.

Owen thought the man looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that this was Elphias Doge, a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

One of the few living friends of Dumbledore's from those years ago.

"He actually came here," Owen said, "Do you intend to let him witness your death so that you can write your obituary?" He looked at Dumbledore and said bluntly.

"There are plans in this regard." Dumbledore smiled.

"What about my grandpa?"

"He has more important things to do," said Dumbledore.

"Are you sure you want to carry out your so-called plan?" Owen could not help but remind him again, "There is still time for everything. I think the Death Eaters should be attacking the Ministry of Magic at this time. Scrimgeour will definitely fail, and he may even die. Then the Death Eaters will easily break the protective magic of the Burrow, and it will only take a few minutes."

"Everyone has his own responsibilities," Dumbledore said gently. "It is fair to everyone. Scrimgeour will persevere to the end. I know him. He is not a man who will give in."

"." Owen suddenly stood up and looked at him irritably, "Okay, okay!"

He said angrily: "I know you will have ten thousand reasons. In that case, I don't care."

He walked away.

Walk towards Harry.

"Can I sit down?"

"Of course." Harry glanced at him. "What's wrong?

How are you?

"It's alright." Owen, who had released the Disillusionment Curse, waved his hands. "This is meaningless now. An old man won't listen to advice. This is a trap set by him. There's no point in pretending."

"Ah?" Harry was stunned for a second, then said, "Dumbledore's arrangement?"

"Who else could it be!" Owen said angrily, "When he dies, I will make public all the information he has about Grindelwald."

He spoke softer and softer, until he seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"Child, what are you talking about?" The old wizard named Elphias Doji, who was sitting opposite them, asked breathlessly.

"Nothing—you'll know in a few days."

"Oh! Really?" Doggie said, "By the way, you look familiar - you are Owen, Owen Sanchez, right? Oh - Dumbledore told me about you, saying that you are his best student."

"Isn't his best student Voldemort?" Owen said bluntly, directly reading out Voldemort's name.

At this moment, he looked like he had given up everything.

"Oh - Merlin's beard!" Doggie was startled and looked around quickly.

It took more than ten seconds for him to come to his senses.

"Don't ever say that name again." He warned hurriedly, "The devil who must not be named has cast a spell on this name. If you say this name, he will be able to sense your location."

"Really? Some people would love that." Owen curled his lips.

On the side, Harry was not a fool. Even if he was stupid, he could hear that something was wrong with Owen.

He and Dumbledore had had a quarrel?

Did Dumbledore come to the wedding too?

Isn't he afraid of attracting Voldemort by calling him by his name?

Or - think about what Owen just said, all this was arranged by Dumbledore - could it be that Dumbledore's arrangement was that they would be attacked by Voldemort in a while?

Oh my God - Harry was shocked by the sudden thought in his mind.

He looked at Irving in disbelief, hoping to get his denial.

And Owen - he seemed to see what Harry wanted in his heart and continued the conversation directly, "It's just what you think."

"How is this possible!" Harry stood up suddenly.

"Where's Dumbledore? And - we should evacuate the guests."

"No need." Owen said the word again, "He has been prepared for a long time. It is a foolproof plan." He picked up a large glass of butterbeer on the table and drank it in big gulps.

Then he leaned back in his chair with a somewhat dejected look, and slumped down on it. "Wave goodbye to innocence, Harry. Everything is coming to an end."

"Then—we are the only ones left."