I, Hogwarts Week Two

(This chapter has been revised)

The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was dark and dotted with twinkling stars.

The commotion died down and everyone present stared at Professor McGonagall.

Whether dead or alive, everyone gathered in the auditorium at this moment.

She was standing on a high podium in front of the auditorium and speaking to everyone, with professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix standing behind her.

"…Mr. Filch and Madam Pomfrey will be in charge of supervising the evacuation. After hearing my order, the prefects will organize the students of your house and take charge of sending them to the evacuation site in an orderly manner."

Because it was the middle of the night, many students were still not agitated by the DA.

They came to the auditorium in a daze.

After hearing this terrible news, the war is coming, and the final battle will be at Hogwarts.

Owen was not in the auditorium; he had fainted.

His head felt like it was being chiseled with a knife. Then he was sent to the school infirmary.

Hermione and many young wizards left with Madam Pomfrey.

"Those who are strong enough can stay." Professor McGonagall said, taking a deep breath, "But I hope everyone understands what it means to stay! This is a war, not a game. We are going to face the most dangerous dark wizard in the world and his minions. Everyone who stays must be prepared to die.

But no matter what, we will never back down. This is my last lesson for you. I hope everyone here understands why we fight. This is a fight for Hogwarts, a fight for the future of the wizarding world, and a fight for ourselves. "

In response to her, there was a loud discussion. Until a Ravenclaw girl stood up and asked, "If we evacuate, what about our things? What about the boxes and the owls?"

"It's too late to pack up your belongings," said Professor McGonagall. "The most important thing is to get you out of here safely."

"Where's Professor Snape?" a girl at the Slytherin table shouted.

"In plain words, he ran away," said Professor McGonagall.

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw cheered.

"We have set up defenses around the castle, but we can't hold it for long unless we continue to strengthen it. Therefore, I ask you to act quickly and calmly and listen to the instructions of the prefects. Those who want to stay..."

Professor McGonagall's voice echoed through the Great Hall.

More and more wizards outside are rushing here.

Outside the castle, the sound of the Apparition Charm came like raindrops.

Hundreds and thousands.

Among the crowd, there were many people Owen was familiar with.

Garona Nome, Winston Nome, Kent Nome, Roy Sylph, Zhang Xiaolin, Basil Pierre, Craig Yaxley, Victor Norton, Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein, Tina Goldstein

Countless people.

The phantom white light fell, illuminating the wilderness as if it were daytime.

Wenda Rosier also appeared at the castle.

With her were several members of the Rozier family.

They did not stay in the auditorium but went directly to the school infirmary.

There he met Theseus Scamander, Sirius Black, Lupin, Moody and others.

"What happened to him? Is he controlled by something?" Sirius asked worriedly in front of the bed.

Madam Pomfrey raised her wand and cast various detection spells. "No - judging from the examination results, he is very healthy. You can even say that he is too healthy. His physical fitness is dozens of times that of normal people. He is stronger than marble."

"How could he be unconscious?"

"I don't understand. This is beyond my understanding." Madam Pomfrey said bluntly, "Perhaps just like before, he will wake up after sleeping for a while."

"How long will we be in a coma? Another month? We don't have that much time," said Sirius.

"Maybe it won't take that long." At this time, the door of the medical room was pushed open.

Wenda Rochelle walked in at a leisurely pace.

"Everyone who is not necessary please leave," she said.

"Hey - you" Sirius was about to say something, but was stopped by Lupin.

He shook his head. The meaning was clear.

Let them go out.

Sirius left angrily.

Lupin, Moody, and many little wizards.

Everyone - except Miss Granger, was asked to leave the infirmary by Wenda.

The room suddenly became quiet.

There were only sporadic breathing sounds.

Wenda walked in silence, with her hands crossed and resting on her belly.

A pair of brown eyes, revealing a hint of sadness, fell on Owen.

She walked forward and gently stroked the child's cheek with her slender hand.

"My fault."

She murmured with her bright red lips.

Then Wenda looked at Hermione again.

Facing this equally young face, she felt a lot of guilt in her heart.

"I'm very sorry."

"You don't have to—"

"No—" Wenda interrupted her, "You don't know what I have done, so it is easy for you to choose to forgive me."

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In front of the bed, Hermione remained silent and did not refute.

She really didn't know the past, and Owen was not very willing to tell her about it. Even Hermione doubted whether he really knew the truth.

"In the years that I was completely loyal to him, I did many wrong things and hurt many people."

"But you have also made great achievements in human alchemy." Hermione couldn't help but retort. She had a feeling that Wenda in front of her had the same feeling as the last time they saw Dumbledore.

She didn't want to see that happen.

"You should feel honored. Those achievements later became weapons to defeat terrible enemies. Tragedy cannot cover up the ironclad facts. Perhaps this is your glorious mission."

"Glorious mission?" Wenda chuckled.

He recited another sentence, and said meaningfully: "My glorious mission."

"Haha." She laughed sadly.

"My child, most missions are burdens, not honors. Believe me, don't even think about escaping because you can't bear that burden."

"You know that the hard things are the things that have to be done." She looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes, as if she could see through the girl's soul. "When I say hard, I mean impossible. There is no comfort. You can only choose your burden."

"Take it upon yourself and pay the price in blood."

"Now. Hermione, are you ready?"

"I" Hermione was stunned.

Her eyes were wide open, and her face showed complex emotions such as shock, panic, and pain.

[Star Blade] was in the pocket around her waist.

Wenda saw the unconcealed expression of the little witch completely. The legendary wizard who had experienced many hardships had sadness in his solemn eyes.

"Have you also met your glorious mission?"

Hermione said nothing, choosing silence once again.

It's so sad.

Wenda turned her head and her eyes fell on Owen again.

She withdrew her hand from the boy's cheek, took out an ornament from her waist, and transformed it into a dagger with magic.

She cut her palm with a dagger, blood gushed out, and then she used her bloody palm to touch Owen's forehead on the bed.

"Many years ago."

"My daughter." She paused for a moment, then continued, "Gabriel, I killed her."

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"Artificial humans are extremely susceptible to the bewitching influence of the outer gods. Artificial souls are far inferior to those of normal humans."

Wenda slowly recounted the past.

"In order to prevent this, I left a defect in their bodies that is enough to destroy them. This is a blood defect, and the magic potion will not work."

"Gabriel had to enter the Tower of Divine Revelation in order to heal himself."

"I don't know which divine tower it is, but ever since she became pregnant, I've noticed a force that is definitely not human emerging from her body."

"Outer Gods?" Hermione said numbly.

"Yes—" Wenda nodded. "Part of this child's soul belongs to him, and part to the Outer Gods. He couldn't possibly be alive. Ice and fire can never exist in one person."

"I know very well that this child cannot be born. I have studied the stone tablets in those ancient ruins and know that this is an attempt by the outer gods to invade our world."

"I launched a hunt for her that lasted for two months."

"This is another wrong decision. Perhaps it was because of my persecution that she took this desperate path.

Between herself and the child, she chose her child."

“A mother’s love for her child fuses two completely different souls into one new one.”

"Just like Harry's mother saved Harry." Hermione's eyes were solemn. She looked at Owen and learned about the bloody past for the first time.

"Mother..." The young girl did not quite understand the powerful force behind this identity.

She just suddenly contacted her mother.

Thoughts gradually became longer.

"Mother!" Wenda said heavily.

She was using her own blood to awaken the part of Owen's soul that belonged to his mother, or rather, consciousness.

Her palms glowed brilliantly.

It's like the brilliance of stars falling into the earth, breaking through the atmosphere.

That was the ancient magic in her body.

It was the reward given to her by Merlin.

"Now, I understand a little better."

"Grandma?" Hermione's thoughts suddenly returned to her body from the ends of the earth.

She looked at Wenda.

I watched her originally black hair turn pale in an instant.

The skin on my face became rough in just a few breaths.

"Don't worry—" Wenda's old voice sounded: "This is what I should have done a long time ago. I should have done it a long time ago."

"It is a blessing to have such an ending."

She was like a flower that had been drained of water, drying up and withering in the blink of an eye.

Wenda looked at Hermione.

As vitality is rapidly drained away.

Wenda returned to the physical condition she should be at her age, but the change was too drastic and she might not survive the night.

On the other side, some of this ancient magic power entered Owen's body.

Just like flint, it ignites the others at once.

Suddenly, his consciousness was stretched.

It was like a pair of big hands grabbed him.

Wait until Owen's shattered consciousness regains clarity.

The five senses return.

The first thing he felt was wetness.

Owen slowly crawled out of a bush, his body covered with green juice left by the plants and his limbs covered with mud.

"here it is?"

"In your little head." A woman answered the question for him.

"Mom." Owen looked at the woman walking out of the wilderness.

The same long silver hair and green eyes full of joy.

"Why am I back here?" he asked puzzledly.

"Maybe it's my mother's magic. Maybe it's the magic of love." Gabriel answered with a little sadness.

"Grandma? She came to Hogwarts?" Owen was surprised. "You mean her magic?"

"I think you have guessed the secret of your soul."

"Hmm..." Owen nodded, "half human and half ghost." He said sarcastically.

"Mother used the ancient magic she possessed to awaken that part of you."

"What about grandma?"

"She is old, maybe"

Gabriel walked up to Owen and gently stroked his hair. "She still hasn't come out. I heard everything she said just now."

"I don't hate her now. Because she made you born."

"I don't think this is anything to be happy about at all," Irving said calmly.

"This is what makes me happiest." Gabrielle straightened Owen's cheek so that he could look into her eyes.

"You are my treasure."

"Treasure." Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then he was embraced by his mother.

"I will be with you at the end," she said.

"Don't be afraid, don't be panic."

"That would be easier than falling asleep."

Suddenly, a bright light emanated from Owen's body.

This spiritual world is also collapsing rapidly.

In my ears, I heard the gentle singing of my mother.

It feels distant, like a revival from ancient times.

"The first witch song I sang for you:

People often say that good things will always be helped by God.

The giant Ryan once sang a song to warn his lover Lindemo of his panic.

You must throw all the dangerous worries from your shoulders.

Ignore other people's gossip and rumors; you should forge your own path in life.

You alone can save yourself."

The next moment, Owen suddenly opened his eyes on the hospital bed in the Hogwarts infirmary.

He saw the Gothic ceiling.

I also saw Wenda beside me, who looked completely different from usual and as old as a hundred years old.

"grandmother?"

"Oh - don't worry." Wenda waved her hand.

He fell on another bed and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm just a little tired and need to rest."

Owen naturally knew the reason.

But he didn't expect that after paying the ancient magic power, she would change so much.

He immediately got up from the bed.

His health was better than ever and he had endless energy.

My head is just dizzy, probably because I just woke up from a coma and haven't recovered yet.

Owen supported his grandmother and helped her lie on the other bed.

Wenda looked at him with love in her eyes.

Owen didn't say anything. He could feel that Wenda was almost exhausted at this moment.

He tried to save her but was stopped.

"Go ahead and leave me alone."

"I'll keep my eyes on you."

"But you." Owen opened his mouth.

"This is my choice, nothing else."

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