I, Hogwarts Week Two

"What?" Harry stared at Hermione and Grawp in disbelief.

"Wait, Harry, don't be impulsive." Hermione immediately grabbed Harry and prevented him from doing anything stupid.

"Hagrid's been caught, Hermione!" Harry roared angrily, then shook off Hermione's hand.

"Damn it, damn it!" He was furious, but he also knew the situation at the moment.

If they were exposed, there would be no chance of rescue.

Harry walked up to a large tree.

He kicked the tree root hard.

"Okay. We need a plan," Hermione began.

"It's not that troublesome!" Owen interrupted her and said, "I'll go and attract the fire, and you guys take the opportunity to rescue Hagrid. It's that simple."

"Don't refuse, because I am the only one here who has the ability to escape."

Voldemort is now so powerful that it is difficult for normal wizards to reach his power. Ordinary people who try to attract his attention are seeking death.

"etc."

Suddenly Owen raised his wand.

Everyone immediately stopped talking.

He pointed forward.

The others immediately understood - there was someone there.

Theseus Scamander took the lead, bending over and walking quickly forward.

Hermione and Harry followed suit, wands tightly grasped.

Grawp was left where he was.

He hid in the hollow formed by the huge tree roots, hoping to see him again after the war was over.

Owen followed.

Maybe not the enemy.

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Maybe those Dementors weren't meant for them.

They are hunting someone.

The four of them were very fast.

In a short while, he ran dozens of feet.

And in Owen's perception, the faint traces of ancient magic in front were getting closer and closer.

Finally, they found something unusual in a tree hole under a huge tree.

"What is that?" Harry looked over.

I saw a person lying in the small tree hole.

An old man.

He was barely breathing and was looking at himself with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

"Mr. Grindelwald?"

Harry was startled and stepped forward quickly.

Others also hurried over.

"How could you?" Hermione couldn't accept it for a moment, her eyes slightly red.

Grindelwald was seriously injured at this time.

His exposed skin showed brown scaly spots, a bit like the ones left after being burned.

But Irving would rather believe that it was a curse.

"I can heal you." Owen immediately waved his wand.

He could recognize the person in front of him as the real Grindelwald, not someone's trap.

"No——" Grindelwald said weakly while lying in the tree hole: "That's it"

"That's good."

His cheeks twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but the pain prevented him from doing so.

"Take it." He said to Owen. "Take it."

"No——" Owen shook his head and said firmly.

He knew clearly what his grandfather asked him to take.

Ancient magic.

Just as his grandmother contained ancient magic.

My grandfather has the same qualities, and even more.

"No" might be Irving's rejection, which made him excited all of a sudden.

"This is what we agreed on."

"Take it, please."

"No, Owen, you can't do this." Hermione stood in front of Owen. She had realized something, she was not a fool.

She knew that Ms. Wenda from the school infirmary might have passed away.

She couldn't let Owen lose two loved ones in one day.

"Owen!" Grindelwald shouted in full force, as if he had a last burst of energy.

He stretched out his hand, which had already become as black as charcoal.

Stroking the cheek of Owen who was kneeling beside him.

A touch of pity, a touch of pain, and a touch of self-blame.

Complex emotions are like wine, spicy yet full of sweetness that is hard to let go.

"I know what I'm doing." He said slowly, "For you, for all of us."

"Take it. Take it, kid."

"Have you forgotten your last name?"

He suddenly laughed, but it was a very forced laugh.

"Sanchez"

"The adventure is over."

"Perhaps the next time we meet will be when you dig up my coffin again."

He seemed to have used up all his strength.

The whole person suddenly felt relieved.

The vitality suddenly disappeared, and in just a blink of an eye, the warmth disappeared from his body.

Owen held out his hand.

Hold grandpa tightly.

Suddenly, in an area that is invisible to ordinary people, the light of ancient magic shone.

A little bit of fluorescent light floated out of Grindelwald's body and then fell into his body.

As the magic power gradually fades away.

Grindelwald seemed to have regained some vitality.

His memory began to churn.

Layer by layer, unraveling, heading towards the past.

From the Nurmengard prison break to the confrontation with Dumbledore.

Then to the Dark Lord that swept through Owen.

Little by little, thoughts are like rippling lake surface, ripples flowing backwards through time and space until they converge to the first drop of water falling into the lake.

Everything.

The first day.

Godric's Hollow, summer of 1899.

Two young men met in the wilderness.

A strand of silver appeared in Owen's hand.

He was silent.

He reached out and handed it to Harry.

That is a memory.

There was no Pensieve here, but Owen didn't mind using some rough tactics.

Harry looked at Owen blankly.

There was a hint of doubt in his green eyes.

But that didn't stop him from raising his arm and taking the hand Owen offered.

The next second, countless memories flooded into Harry's mind like a tide.

In a trance, he felt as if he was back in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was standing in front of him.

The principal said a lot.

About him, about Voldemort.

About the plans between him and Grindelwald.

"We have to make Voldemort think he's winning."

In memory, Dumbledore said grimly.

“It has to be until the very end.”

"Do you know what this means?" Harry felt as if he spoke, but the voice was not his, but Grindelwald's.

"I know. This could have cost many lives, including mine."

"Are you willing to sacrifice your life for that Potter boy?" Grindelwald's voice sounded a little angry.

"That's only part of it. To ensure that the Elder Wand is in Voldemort's hands, its master must be Harry." Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald and stared at him deeply: "This means you must kill me, Gale."

"That's up to you."

"Only you can buy them time."

"So you haven't considered at all whether I am willing?" Grindelwald roared angrily.

Then, the principal's office fell into silence, a long silence.

There was only a strange crackling sound in the room.

Fox the Phoenix gnaws on a small cuttlefish bone.

"I know you will." Dumbledore said calmly after a long time.

"If I will die in someone's hands."

"Then I hope that person will be you."

"."

Silence again.

Even longer than last time.

"And the boy?" Grindelwald said after a long moment. "Harry Potter."

"Harry—" the old headmaster's tone was a little sad.

"Tell him that the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put her life between them, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Voldemort, and a fragment of his soul was blown off and attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house.

A part of Voldemort lives in Harry, giving him the ability to talk to snakes and connect with Voldemort's mind, which has always puzzled him.

As long as the soul fragment that was not discovered by Voldemort was still attached to Harry and protected by Harry, Voldemort might not die. "

Harry seemed to be watching Dumbledore and Grindelwald at the end of a long tunnel. They were so far away from him that their voices echoed strangely in his ears.

"Then the boy... must die?" Grindelwald asked calmly.

"Yes, and it must be done by Voldemort himself. This is very important."

"Hoo—" Grindelwald took a deep breath, "Are you well prepared? Facing the Killing Curse, he may not be as lucky as last time. He will die. Your methods, the Elder Wand, the soul—these may all be ineffective."

"How many men and women have we seen die!" Dumbledore said. "How come that soul is still in Harry's body? If Voldemort finally ignites the soul fire to communicate with the outside gods, what do you think will become of the child?"

"A monster, a monster controlled by Voldemort." Grindelwald said bluntly.

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

"The world has been through too much trauma. She can't handle any more."

"What about Owen?" Grindelwald asked again, "What about him? Is his fate also sealed? Don't you have any way to deal with it?"

"I'm so sorry" Dumbledore said even more sadly.

"His fate. I knew his fate from a conversation with Nick several years ago."

"His body inherited the blood of his mother, Gabrielle Rosier. You know, that is an artificial alchemical life created by Wenda, and its blood is mixed with the bloodlines of many magical creatures."

“Such a bloodline is destined to be full of loopholes and flaws. His mother, Gabrielle Rosier, went looking for the God-granting Tower precisely because she could not break through the bloodline’s limitation on lifespan.

As for Owen, his bloodline also has the same lifespan limit, even more serious than his mother's.

Nick told me there was no way he would live past 19.”

"19 years old - haha!" Grindelwald sneered.

"Is this Merlin? The legendary great wizard! So cruel that it's scary!"

"So the boy is just a pig that Merlin is raising to be slaughtered - if he doesn't want to be killed, then the backup plan Merlin left behind will cause his body to collapse?"

"That damned old bastard. Hasn't he got any—heart?"

"call"

Grindelwald gasped for breath.

There was infinite pain in his heart.

Harry could feel it.

He could feel the burning anger and pain of the person he was 'possessed'.

"And what about the end? What's the ending?"

Dumbledore looked at him and said calmly, "I leave the choice to Miss Granger."

"She will make a choice, and I can't foresee it. Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad. But no matter what. We-we tried our best."

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Harry's vision cleared again.

Finally, finally the truth comes out.

He stumbled to a tree root nearby and sat on it.

In fact, he had already guessed it.

He had this guess after he learned what a Horcrux was.

There is a part of Voldemort's soul in my body.

But he thought he was ready.

But now, he found that he still hesitated and was still afraid.

There were a thousand business ideas in his mind, letting him escape, escape far away, and live with Sirius.

Don't worry about other people, don't worry about the world.

Voldemort cannot take over the entire world, so he still has room to survive.

"Hu——" Harry breathed heavily without realizing it.

He felt his heart beating violently in his chest. How strange it was that despite his fear of death, his heart was beating so strongly, bravely maintaining his life.

But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon. It couldn't beat very often.

At this moment, he thought of many things, including Privet Drive, Godric's Hollow, and Hogwarts.

He felt his fingers trembling slightly.

But he tried hard to control himself.

At this moment - a cold voice sounded in his ears.

Ringing in the ears of all rebels.

"You have put up a brave resistance," said the high, cold voice, "and Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage.

"But you have suffered heavy losses. If you continue to resist, you will all die one by one. I don't want this to happen. Every drop of wizard blood shed is a loss and a waste."

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I order my troops to retreat, immediately. You will have one hour to graciously dispose of the dead and treat the wounded."

"Owen Rosier, Harry Potter, I am speaking directly to you now. You allowed your friends to die for you instead of standing up to me.

Now I am surrounded by many of your companions.

I will wait in the forbidden forest for an hour.

If you don't come to me and surrender in an hour, the battle will continue. This time, I will send my real army, and it will be like an ocean that drowns all those who try to resist Hogwarts.

One hour!!!"

The cold voice faded away.

Harry looked straight at Owen.

Owen didn't care and continued doing his thing.

Wrap grandpa in soft silk.

Then he used the surrounding tree trunks to cover his body.

He couldn't take it—none of them could.

Because no one can guarantee that they will never die.

Finally, Harry stood up.

He suddenly seemed to remember something.

Then he reached into the inside pocket of his shirt, fumbled for a while, and took out a ring.

—I open it at the end.

Harry stared down at the ring, breathing fast and heavy. He wanted time to pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up, and he seemed to understand without thinking, this is the end, it's time.

He put the ring to his lips and whispered, "I am dying."