I, Hogwarts Week Two

Dumbledore stared at Owen. His eyes, which could see through people's hearts, were now shining with tears. He shook his head slowly, his voice gentle but firm: "No, I hope that your destiny is far more than this."

"But please forgive me, I don't know everything. What will happen after everything is beyond my imagination."

"I know. But that's not what I care about." Owen's voice was filled with indignation. "The feeling of being kept in the dark and being pushed like a clown on the road they had already paved for me suffocated me. I never speak out easily, but my heart is filled with anger."

"Someone pulled me over and implanted a bunch of messed up memories into my head, with the ultimate goal of making me die properly."

"He always treated people as tools. His expression made people want to chop off his head."

"Oh - Merlin!" Dumbledore said weakly, as if he was forcing himself to look at Owen. "You can't expect a wizard who has been planning for more than 1,600 years to still have mercy. This may be a luxury for him. Besides - he has also suffered many separations from his relatives and friends."

“I know that feeling very well.”

"You should know my sister's secrets, what those Muggles did, and what she became. You know that my poor father paid the price for avenging her and died tragically in Azkaban. You know that my mother gave up her life to take care of Ariana."

"My younger self resented all this, Owen." Dumbledore spoke frankly and calmly. At this moment, his eyes passed over Owen's head and looked into the distance.

"And Merlin, he witnessed the fall of a dynasty. The collapse of the Knights of the Disc. His pain was a thousand times greater than mine."

"I can understand his choice."

"I just feel a little resentful." Owen also looked into the distance, "His clever arrangement is disgusting."

"Hu——" He took a deep breath, and the restlessness in his heart calmed down in an instant.

There are two different things: doing something willingly and being forced to do it.

Merlin should not deprive people of the power to choose.

That is a symbol of dignity.

In the distance, the heroic spirits were still struggling with the malice in the darkness.

The two sides pulled each other and there was a stalemate for a while.

"What's going on with this divine tower?" Owen asked.

He himself actually knew the secret.

The remaining memories of those ancient talented and ambitious people are still in his mind.

But those memories were too messy and disordered, and this place was too dangerous, so he naturally couldn't calm down and read them.

But Owen knew that Dumbledore must have seen those memories.

And he had plenty of time to think. He came three times.

"This is a ruined divine tower." said the old principal.

"destruction?"

"Yes -" Dumbledore explained: "Its original location should be Azkaban. But thousands of years ago, the Tower of Divine Righteousness could no longer restrain the essence of the Outer Gods in it. After that, this part of the power escaped, and the heir at that time spent a lot of effort to expel this part of the power to another world. Then the connection station was established."

"Another world?" Owen looked up and around.

Could it be that I am in another world at this moment?

"It can't really be called a world. It's not that big." Dumbledore pointed to the edge of the island. "That's the edge of the world. The size is the island you see."

"The darkness around us is caused by that part of the power that keeps encroaching and trying to return to our world."

"Compared to the God-granted Tower, this world has almost no defense. That's why the heir built the connection station, because he needs someone to resist the spread of darkness every once in a while."

"This is already another world. Will the power of the Outer Gods continue to grow? Shouldn't it gradually dissipate?" Owen asked with a frown. What is this sudden increase in magic power? Is it a perpetual motion machine?

"No." Dumbledore looked at him, "Remember what I said just now: the original location of the Grant Tower was the current Azkaban?

Dementors are monsters created by the Outer Gods. The souls they extract will be gathered to the Outer Gods, thus making their magic power continue to grow. "

"Hasn't anyone tried to destroy the Dementors in all these years?"

"Of course there is." Dumbledore affirmed, "But it is very difficult. First of all, not everyone has strong strength. The Patronus Charm of ordinary wizards can deal with one or two Dementors, but once in Azkaban, under the influence of thousands of Dementors around, even I can't fight against them and can only barely protect myself.

Before the Ministry of Magic reached a cooperation with Azkaban, the Wizard Council had tried many times to organize people to completely eliminate the Dementors. But each time they failed, and many people died for no reason. After a long time, no one was willing to do this thankless task. "

"Besides, deep underground in Azkaban, in the dark depths that created the Dementors, there must be means left by the Outer Gods. It would be difficult for the heir to deal with them, so ordinary people probably have no chance of winning.

Over time, subsequent heirs also lost the truth about Dementors."

"Wait - you just said that there are things left by the Outer Gods in Azkaban." Owen suddenly remembered that during the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort chose Azkaban as the place for his resurrection.

At that time, he just thought that the other party was in the dark and no one would think that he would hide in Azkaban, just like the warden would never think that the escaped prisoner disguised himself as a prison guard and hid in another prison.

This is the inertia of thinking.

Only now did Owen realize that the reason why Voldemort chose Azkaban was not just because he was in the dark, he also wanted the power of the Outer Gods.

"I'm afraid that part of the power has been taken away by Tom." Dumbledore said lightly.

"It seems so." Owen nodded slowly, almost affirmatively.

"What should I do now?" he asked again.

"wait."

"wait?"

"Yes. In a moment, you will defeat the surrounding darkness. This will not be difficult for you, because the darkness will be consumed by these heroic spirits."

"This is the last bit of power left in this world by the Outer Gods. After that, it will be the final battle against Voldemort."

"The decisive battle." Owen murmured.

Look into the distance.

He couldn't help but hold the wand tighter in his hand.

----

Harry wanted to go to Godric's Hollow right away, but Hermione had other ideas.

She believed that Voldemort would expect Harry to visit the place where his parents died, so she suggested that Harry observe outside Godric's Hollow for a few days before going there.

So Harry and Ginny did not enter the valley immediately, but stayed outside for a whole week to prepare - until Halloween was completely over.

They prepared some Polyjuice Potion, and then got some hair from the Muggle residents on the valley road, disguised their identities, and then entered the valley.

Harry was transformed into a balding, middle-aged Muggle.

Ginny became his skinny, slightly mouse-like wife.

They were dressed warmly, wands hidden in their sleeves, ready for anything.

Then he Apparated into the valley.

The cold air felt like needles on his cheeks as he passed more houses along the way, any one of which could have been where James and Lily had lived.

Harry looked at the snow-covered front doors, roofs and porches and wondered if he could remember anything, though deep down he knew it was impossible, because he had been gone forever when he was only one year old. He didn't even know if he would ever see the house again, or what happened to people who died under the Fidelius Charm.

The alley turned left and the center of the village - a small square appeared before them.

In the center of the square, half hidden behind windswept fir trees, was a war memorial-like building with colorful lights strung all around it. There were a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church, with stained glass windows radiating jewel-like brilliance across the square.

The snow here is all compacted.

The ground was hard and slippery from the day's trampling. Villagers crisscrossed before them, briefly illuminated by the streetlights. Snatches of laughter and pop music came from the opening and closing of the bar door.

"Harry, look!" Ginny pointed at the monument.

As they passed, it changed.

It was no longer an obelisk with names inscribed on it, but a statue of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a woman with long hair, a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snowflakes fell on the heads of the three of them, like soft white velvet hats.

Harry walked closer and stared at his parents' faces. He had never imagined there would be a sculpture... How strange, to see himself carved in stone, a happy baby with no scar on his head...

"Let's go." Harry said after he had admired enough.

The two continued walking towards the church, and when they left, the statue turned into a war memorial again.

The church door was closed, and there was a path leading to the cemetery behind, where you could vaguely see many tombstones.

There was a narrow door at the entrance to the house. Ginny pushed it open as quietly as she could and they both went in. The path leading to the church door was slippery, with deep snow on both sides and no trampling. They crossed the snow and carefully followed the shadows under the bright windows to the back of the house, leaving deep grooves behind them.

Behind the church, rows of snow-covered tombstones stood on the light blue silver, with dazzling red, gold and green spots dotted in between, which were the projections of stained glass on the snow. Harry held his wand tightly in his pocket and walked towards the nearest tombstone.

"Where are they?" Ginny asked quietly.

In order to hide, they dared not cast the spell openly.

The surroundings were gray and visibility was very low. There were thousands of tombstones here, so it was not easy to find them.

"Let's split up and look," Harry suggested.

Then the two of them went deeper into the cemetery, bending down to carefully read the inscriptions on the ancient tombstones, and occasionally looking into the darkness around them to make sure there was no one else around.

There are many surnames of ancient wizard families on the tombstones. Among them, many are famous wizard surnames that appeared in the history of magic. In addition, there are many ordinary Muggles. From this, we can know that this town is a mixed population of wizards and Muggles.

Ginny read through them one by one until she saw a familiar name.

"Harry, look." She called Harry over.

Pointing to a dark tombstone, on the moss-covered granite, was engraved Kendra Dumbledore, with his daughter Ariana below the dates of birth and death, and a motto: Where the treasure is, there the heart is also.

"These are Dumbledore's mother and sister." Harry's heart suddenly shrank. He was very impressed by the name because the last volume of Rita Skeeter's legendary wizard biography was finally released not long ago.

There are many secrets recorded in it.

He also bought a copy, mainly to see what Rita Skeeter had to say about herself. She had been writing the latest volume on Dumbledore's life until last year.

There is a separate chapter in the book dedicated to him, Hermione and other young wizards at Hogwarts.

None of them are good words.

In the book, Rita Skeeter portrays Dumbledore as an ambitious schemer who trains them for the greater good.

In short, he only glanced at one article and then threw the book into some corner.

"There's another person named Aibo next to him. Maybe he's Hannah's lost relative!"

"Perhaps." Harry shook his head and looked away from the tombstones of Dumbledore's mother and sister.

"I didn't hear Hannah say their family lived in Godric's Hollow," Ginny murmured, and walked to the next row of tombstones.

Then he didn't take a few steps.

Just two rows away from Kendra and Ariana, a white marble tombstone appeared in front of them. Harry stared at the words on the tombstone, which seemed to glow in the dark. He didn't need to kneel down or even walk very close to see the inscription on it.

詹姆·波特，生于1960年3月27日，卒于1981年10月31日。

莉莉·波特，生于1960年1月30日，卒于1981年10月31日。

The inscription below reads: The last enemy to be destroyed is Death.

Harry read the words slowly, as if he had only one chance to understand them, and he read the last line aloud, "The last enemy to be destroyed is Death... What does this mean?"

He didn't finish his words because a terrible thought came to his mind. At that moment, he thought of Voldemort.

That seems to be what he thinks!

Conquer death, just like he named his organization 'Death Eaters'.

"Isn't that what the Death Eaters think?" said Harry.

"Harry," Ginny explained, "that means life transcends death, and life is still alive after death. Many powerful wizards would choose this sentence as the inscription on their tombstones before they died. As Dumbledore often said, death is the next great adventure."

"Really?" Harry calmed down.

His eyes fell on the land behind the tombstone.

Death is a great adventure

Death is a great adventure

He repeated these words in his mind, thinking of the rotting remains of his parents lying beneath the dirt and stones, cold and unconscious. Suddenly, a wave of sadness came over him.