I, Hogwarts Second Week

The work of the United Wizards Excavation Committee is not yet over.

After all, this is still a serious archaeological organization. Even without the power of external gods, the inscriptions in the God's Grant Tower can be regarded as historical treasures.

Australia is done.

He returned to England with Sirius and others.

Grandpa Grindelwald went to Canada alone. There is also a Divine Grant Tower there, but the specific location is not yet clear and needs to be explored.

Owen also stopped following.

Mr. Basil and Miss Zhang returned to Ming Dynasty.

Mr. Winston remained in the locality. He was very interested in the historical texts in the Tower of Divine Grant.

In early August, Owen finally set foot on the soil of England again and returned to London.

In front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Owen opened the door of Blake's ancestral home alone.

Sirius seems to still have some negotiation work with the Federation.

After returning to London, I left without staying long.

It was almost early in the morning, and the sky was dark and no stars could be seen.

In big cities, the probability of seeing the stars in the sky is still too small.

"Meow?"

The door just opened.

In the dim corridor, Owen saw a pure white kitten with a lion-like mane swaying creptly.

"Shirlock?"

Owen shouted.

The kitten immediately rushed towards him. Jumped into his arms.

“Dead cat—has been missing for half a year.”

You really shouldn't have cats at Hogwarts.

Cats are wild creatures that are hard to get rid of. In addition, almost everyone keeps little wizards free-range. It doesn't take long for domestic cats to become wild cats.

pinching the back of Shilok's fate.

Owen walked slowly up the stairs.

Coatelle should be the only one living in No. 12 Grimmauld Place now. Owen is not sure whether Ron's family has moved in. Harry is definitely not here. He will have to stay at his aunt's house for at least more than a month.

Hermione shouldn't be there either, their family might be in France.

Walking up to the third floor, he had lived here before, and there was a room arranged for him.

Pushing open the door, it was dark inside, with a high ceiling. The room was not big, just big enough for a bed, a wardrobe and a table.

The room that Harry and Ron lived in was quite large and could fit two beds.

Holding the cat in his arms, Owen lifted the quilt and lay in it.

Stay up until early morning, why not sleep at this time?

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, the sun shone in through the window, and he forgot to pull up the bed curtains.

The dazzling light was like needles pricking my eyes. After I woke up, it was impossible to get back to sleep.

He tossed and turned on the bed, turned his head sideways, opened his eyes, and a pair of bright brown eyes appeared in his sight.

"Good morning" the girl said softly.

"I thought you were still in France." Owen looked at her gently, with a smile on his lips.

He turned over and pinned Hermione down.

"I just came back a few days ago." Hermione said with a blushing face. "Grandma told me that your affairs in India have been settled."

"India?" Owen thought for a while, and the time was just right. If the Camelot had not disappeared, he should have returned to London a few days ago.

"Something's delayed."

Leaning down, the boy kissed the girl's red lips.

His palm brushed her cheek, and his fingertips tangled and tightened in her thick hair.

The kiss was greedy and longing.

All the way down, he kissed her white neck.

Feel her breath.

It took them a long time to separate.

It's a pity that it was early in the morning. If it was night, it really shouldn't have ended like this.

"Huh-" Hermione breathed heavily and moved her head into the boy's arms.

After a long while, she said: "When will you be able to do something safely? There will be no accidents or delays."

Hermione also experienced the [Battle of Poseidon].

She clearly knew how terrifying the things Owen faced were.

He had already experienced several accidents that made her think they would never come back again.

The girl said, gradually raising her voice: "Now the entire magical world is in a mess, dead people's names are published in the newspapers every day, the war with the [Pretenders] has no end, and now there are more [Divine Grant Towers].

I read the newspaper every day, do you know? "

She raised her head, her eyes moist.

She was afraid - afraid that one day she would see Owen's name in the newspaper, for better or worse.

"Okay." Owen brushed the ends of her hair, "I really didn't encounter any trouble this time."

"I never lie."

This time he did not encounter any trouble. He just wandered around outside and took back some of the essence of the two outer gods. It was that simple.

"Then there's another time. You can't always be so lucky -" Hermione said stubbornly.

"."

Owen really couldn't refute these words.

He could only get up, lie on the head of the bed, and hold Hermione closer to him.

Feel the girl's breath all over her body, like wild roses growing stubbornly on the cliff.

Listen to the other person's heartbeat.

He tangled his fingers with hers.

After a while, Owen murmured, "Someone has to do it."

"Someone is bound to get hurt."

"I just have to do my best."

Hearing the sound, Hermione raised her head, her big eyes filled with sadness and determination.

"I'll stay with you," she said.

Then he arched up and crawled closer to the boy's face.

Give her a kiss.

In the morning, Kreacher had already prepared breakfast in the basement.

There are many people sitting at a long table.

Owen guessed wrong.

The Weasley family, except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and the Geminis are all here.

And of course Coyatl.

Everyone was having breakfast lively.

"When did you come back?" George asked looking at Irving.

"Last night," Owen said, "Are you all here? No one lives in the Burrow?"

"Sirius said it was for safety." Fred said, "Although the Burrow is shabby, it is still a home, and now we can't even go back home."

"I prefer the Burrow, too," Owen agreed. "It's so depressing to live here. I don't like this house very much."

"None of us like it," Ginny chimed in. "There is no garden or forest. I still like the open space behind the Burrow. We will practice Quidditch there during the summer vacation."

"Yeah -" Owen nodded. He wanted to remodel his room, mainly because it was too small. It didn't matter if he lived alone.

If it were with Hermione.

Then at least there must be a separate bathroom!

Hermione was holding many newspapers and reading them.

She had developed a habit of reading books and newspapers.

As for Owen's thoughts, she must have guessed something.

She didn't want to say no or agree outright, so keeping silent was a good idea.

The latest issue of the "Daily Prophet" vaguely mentioned things in Australia.

But with only a few lines of words, the matter of the Divine Grant Tower cannot be made public.

The newspaper only reported that the missing Federation ship Camelot had been found.

No other information was revealed.

After breakfast, the twins went about their business.

They have opened a new store in Diagon Alley, and it needs to be taken care of for the first few days.

After waiting for a long time, they plan to hire someone to take care of the store.

After all, they are inventors and cannot spend all their energy on opening a store.

Owen was busy remodeling his room.

First use the infinite extension spell to expand the size of the room.

Then draw a false forest sun on the wall and cut off one end to make a balcony.

Finally, there is the furniture in the room. These can be bought in Diagon Alley, but compared to the old aesthetics of wizards, both Owen and Hermione prefer the new furniture of Muggles.

During the labor process, Owen also told Hermione what happened in the past month.

Except for the analysis of Ms. Zhang’s spiritual world, the rest can be told.

After listening to Owen's story, Hermione didn't notice anything strange.

Indeed, as he said, he had not encountered any trouble in the past month, and he felt as relaxed as if he was traveling.

This finally made the little witch's tense heart relax a little.

Just finished lunch at noon.

There was a knock on the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and someone came to visit them.

The little wizards were surprised that someone would come at this time.

But Owen probably guessed the identity of the visitor.

Sure enough, when the door opened, Dumbledore was standing at the door.

"I knew it must be you who came." Owen said, "Didn't grandpa write to you?"

"I prefer to listen to people's stories than dry words." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile. "You have to understand an old man, Owen. When people are old, they like to listen to other people's stories."

"Okay - I'll bring my own tea," Owen spat.

"I'm afraid we can't stay here today." Dumbledore suddenly said, "Talking while walking?"

"Where to go?" Owen asked.

"Well - let's go to Privet Drive first. Harry seems to be having a bad time with his aunt and uncle. Then we're going to visit a friend of mine."

"Oh - by the way, if you can, Miss Granger, Miss Stewart, Mr. Weasley, please come with me." Dumbledore said with a wink.

Upon hearing the sound, Owen immediately knew who Dumbledore was going to find.

By the way, if it was the professor, it seemed that he didn't need so many young wizards. Harry could successfully win over the professor's heart as a savior. Who else was needed?

"If you stay in the house all the time, mold will develop." The old principal added.

"All right."

After everyone got ready, they went out together with Dumbledore.

In theory, the little wizards were paired up, leaving one poor Ginny alone.

But in fact the extra one was Ron.

This guy seems to have made little progress with Koyatel for more than a month.

Heading to Privet Drive, the group took the subway there.

An old man in his sixties, leading five young men and women, is still very eye-catching in the subway station.

Mainly because Irving himself is noticeable enough.

Dumbledore seemed to enjoy experiencing this novelty.

Obviously they could just apparate over, but he still chose the subway and bus.

In short, the young wizards were quite happy on the road. There were several pure-blood wizards present, and they didn't often ride in Muggle transportation.

Even Hermione rarely rides the subway now.

It feels like in a few years, when the subway station enters the information age and online ticket purchasing is enabled, she will not know how to use it.

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As for everyone's destination, No. 4 Privet Drive, the atmosphere in the Dursley family was not so relaxed.

Their family had a very bad summer vacation. At the beginning of the summer vacation, they received a warning from Sirius.

The day before departure for Australia.

The dog godfather still took the time to come to the Dursleys' house.

His conversation with Harry's aunt and uncle was definitely not harmonious. If Tonks hadn't stopped him from the side, Sirius would have gotten into a fight with Dursley.

Of course it's just a one-sided beating.

The Dursleys also had no good feelings toward Harry's godfather. In the past few decades, they had been trying to distance themselves from that world, hoping to squeeze the magic out of their nephew's body. But in the end, it turned out that this was just a waste of time.

Now suddenly a wizard breaks into their home.

You can imagine how the Dursleys felt at that time.

It's the end of the world for them.

In fact, the reason why their family reacted so strongly was not entirely due to their discrimination against wizards. The main reason was that every time they met wizards, they were terrible.

Hagrid's pig tail, Fred and George's flying car, and then Harry blowing up his aunt.

Now, Harry's magic level is getting higher and higher. Minors who use magic outside of school will be warned by the Ministry of Magic - then don't use a wand. With a few simple spells and transfiguration, he can cast spells without a wand.

After teaching his cousin several times, Harry's relationship with the Dursleys dropped to a freezing point.

It was only in the last hour before Dumbledore's arrival that Harry finally went downstairs to tell his aunt and uncle the news.

As he expected, after a brief shock, they immediately began to complain. Aunt Petunia began to look out the window in a panic, and Uncle Vernon began to yell that their house was not a park and anyone could come in. ——Harry promised that he would not dare to say this when he met Dumbledore.

Harry didn't explain. He walked to his room, feeling relieved. In any case, he would finally get rid of the Dursleys this year.

He didn't expect that it would be Professor Dumbledore picking him up.

Harry knew that Sirius and Professor Lupin were not in the country, but wasn't Tonks?

He always thought it would be Tonks coming to pick him up.

Unexpectedly, it was Dumbledore who came in person.

Harry held a piece of parchment in his hand, written by Professor Dumbledore.

This letter was sent four days ago. Since receiving it, Harry has taken it out and looked at it from time to time. When it was first delivered, the parchment was rolled tightly, but now it has been flattened out. There are some words written in handwriting on one side.

Dear Harry:

If it's convenient for you, I'll pick you up at No. 4 Privet Drive at one o'clock this Friday.

If nothing else happens, your friends, Owen and Hermione, have returned to the UK. They will set off at the same time as me, and you will spend the rest of the summer vacation with your friends.

In addition, I have to do something, and I will be very happy if you can help me. Details will be discussed when we meet.

Please send your reply to this owl. See you on Friday.

Yours most devoted, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry had memorized the content of the letter by heart. Early this morning, he couldn't help but sit by the window of his bedroom, where he could clearly see the two intersections of Privet Drive, waiting for Dumbledore's arrival.

It was several hours later that Harry realized that he was being foolish.

But he couldn't help it, and would glance at him every few minutes. Maybe Professor Dumbledore was ahead of schedule?

There was a thick stack of "Daily Prophet" on the table beneath him.

This was Harry's only way of knowing what was going on outside.

Domestic news has been quiet for a month.

As time went by, the blood no longer flowed from the scars. Although the wounds were still there, everyone gained peace in the numbness.

The news from abroad is a bit complicated. The Federation is attacking everywhere, and the war with the [Pretenders] has become intense.

Attacks and murders were reported in the newspapers every day.

A few days ago, Harry also noticed that several dark organizations announced their surrender to Voldemort.

This made Harry realize that although Voldemort had been defeated several times by them, he was still the most evil and powerful dark wizard outside.

Faced with the rapid rise of dark forces, the new Minister of Magic Scrimgeour will announce new measures every week.

For example, the article "Ministry of Magic Keeps Students Safe".

Although Hogwarts was calm last year, several young wizards died in the United States, not the school.

But Scrimgeour still announced some measures to ensure student safety.

This involves placing a layer of protective magic around Hogwarts, a series of boundary-breaking spells and a dedicated squad of Aurors sent to protect the school.

The new minister's firm stance actually won the favor of some wizards.

However, for little wizards, many of their freedoms may be taken away this year, such as play time in Hogsmeade and not being allowed to leave the castle during holidays.

Looking at the news, Harry gradually felt nervous and irritable.

He finally understood what it meant that the more you knew, the more painful it was.

He couldn't help at all, he could only worry and get bored.

Harry looked at his suitcase to make sure nothing was missing, and then looked at the alarm clock.

It's already twelve fifty.

There are only ten minutes left before the appointed time.

Harry rushed to the window and squinted at the sidewalk in the distance.

Sure enough, a familiar old man with a white beard appeared in his sight, as well as many of his familiar friends.

Looking away, Harry quickly stood up, picked up his suitcase and walked out.

"Keep your voice down——"

Uncle Vernon's voice came from the living room downstairs.

The suitcase made a thumping sound when he lifted it, which made him very unhappy.

But Harry didn't care at all.

He will leave here soon and be free.

This made him more tolerant than before.

In Vernon's surprised eyes, Harry gently snapped his fingers, and the suitcase immediately floated.

Then he ran happily to the living room.

Just as he reached the living room, the bell rang outside the door.

With disgust and fear on his face, Vernon slowly walked to the door. After opening the door, a low and gentle voice sounded, "Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry must have told you that I want to Come and pick him up, right?”