I, Hogwarts Second Week

"What?" Ginny turned to look at her mother, "Eight outstanding ones?"

You must know that under normal circumstances, each little wizard in fifth grade will only have nine subjects.

It is very rare for someone like Bill and Percy to be excellent in twelve subjects and take exams in all elective subjects. There will not be one in a few years.

Hermione took eleven exams this year. She gave up Divination and Muggle Studies and added Alchemy.

Owen also has eleven subjects. He does not have Muggle Studies and Arithmancy.

"I never knew you, Mom."

"It seems that it is now clear who inherited their intelligence from Charlie, Bill, and the Geminis." Owen said with a smile while biting an apple.

"Of course." Mrs. Weasley grew slightly proud, "After I graduated from Hogwarts, Gringotts invited me to join them as a Cursebreaker.

Just last.”

"Okay, okay, it's all in the past. Oh - the children have good news for you. Your father has been promoted."

"In order to respond to the current situation, Rufus Scrimgeour has established several new departments. Arthur is now in charge of the 'Office of Detection and Collection of Counterfeit Defense Charms and Protective Equipment'. This job is very important, and now he has Ten people." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

But whether it was Ron, Ginny, or everyone else present, they all saw some loneliness in her eyes.

At this time, everyone will think about it, how could the mother of so many genius children be an unknown and ordinary person?

After graduating from Hogwarts with honors, why she rejected the job at Gringotts was probably because she was already pregnant at that time with Bill, the first child of the Weasley family. Or maybe because of his love with Arthur, he is not qualified for the job of Gringotts Cursebreaker who travels around the world.

But she was also very fascinated by Gilderoy Lockhart. Perhaps what she was fascinated by was not Lockhart's greasy face, but the stories he wrote about freedom, courage and adventure.

She's also a Gryffindor.

She also carries courage.

She simply chose to be Molly Prewett and the mother of her children, choosing the latter.

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The surrounding atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to notice, and she continued to talk to herself, "As you know, mysterious people, [Pretenders], [Purifiers] and so on have made everyone panic, and people are making some everywhere. Weird items were sold for money, said to be able to ward off mysterious people and Death Eaters.

Can you imagine that kind of thing, the so-called self-defense potion is actually broth with a little lymph pus, the instructions for the defensive spell will actually make you lose your ears, and... well, generally speaking , the only people doing these bad things are people like Mundungus Fletcher, who have never worked a good day in their lives and are now taking advantage of people's fear.

But occasionally we encounter bad incidents. Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted looking glasses that day."

She said he must be there.

Her eyes are bright and her emotions are connected with her husband. She will feel angry, happy and sad for him.

But in her story, she is the only one missing.

"Mom-" Ginny suddenly stood up and hugged Molly.

She put her head into her mother's arms.

I don’t know why my heart is filled with endless sadness.

Ron was also a little moved. He stood up quickly and the family of three hugged each other.

Owen thought they would have a lot to say.

Then with a wink, he got up and left the garden with Hermione.

Harry and Coatelle also left, creating space for the Weasleys to be alone.

A gentle wind blows in the mountains.

In the countryside, although it is summer, it is not extremely hot.

On the contrary, it is somewhat comfortable.

Owen and Hermione met the back mountain, found an exposed rock, and sat down holding hands.

In front of them was the Weasley family's fence, with countless tall fruit trees standing upright, as if there was no end in sight.

"It's so sad," Hermione murmured, "She dedicated her life to the Weasley family."

"I don't think the word contribution is accurate." Owen held Hermione's left hand with his left hand and put his right hand on her waist. The little witch leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Compared to Harry, I, Koatl, mother is a harbor that can never be sailed into.”

"She is happy too."

Hermione raised her head, looked at the boy's side face and said, "I just think that the two of them will have a better ending together."

"Yes! Pursue a better life. This is the difference between you and other girls." Owen lowered his head and looked at Hermione. "You know the script of your life. You are not a sequel to your parents, a prequel to your children, and not a friend. "Extra chapter."

"When they all think you're weird, that's when you're being yourself."

"No one saw it."

"I saw it."

Hearing the sound, Hermione's face suddenly turned red.

The neck and ears are a little red.

She turned her head away and looked toward the orchard in the distance.

The wind blows on my back.

She pressed deeper against the boy next to her.

In the afternoon, Owen and Hermione asked Kreacher to take them back to the Black ancestral home.

Pack your things.

They went to their home in Hogsmeade.

Rufus Scrimgeour only asked Harry to stay at the Burrow, and Koatl was not guaranteed to stay at the Burrow.

After all, they have too many people and the room can no longer be accommodated.

At night, they returned to the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

The table is filled with all kinds of food.

Owen put a rune restraint collar on Sirocco, saving the cat from being lured away by the goblins.

As for Bakar, as long as Hagrid is here, the silver dragon will not be hungry.

In the room, Mrs. Weasley suddenly stood up from her chair.

"He's back," she said, looking past the clock on the living room wall.

The pointer belonging to Mr. Arthur is pointing to 'home'.

Mrs. Weasley grasped the ball handle with her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and shouted softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's tired voice came from outside the door, "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same thing. My dear, ask a question."

"Oh, to be honest..." Mrs. Weasley said a little embarrassed.

"Molly"

“Okay, okay…what’s your biggest ambition?”

"Find out how the plane can stay in the sky."

Hermione turned her head and said to Ginny, "What are they doing?"

It can't be a little fun, right?

With someone living in her mind, she couldn't help but think in that direction.

"Oh, you didn't know it!" Ginny said, "It is a safety manual authorized by the Ministry of Magic."

"It is recommended that family members, colleagues, and friends agree on a safe code with each other to detect the Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be others or [pretenders]."

"." Hermione was a little surprised. She looked at the door with her bright brown eyes, "How could this be useful?"

"Whether it's a fake Death Eater or a [pretender], they must have searched the victim's memory in advance."

"Take psychological comfort." Ginny said vaguely, and she took a sip of juice. "What can ordinary wizards do?"

"Well -" Hermione was speechless. Although she wanted to refute the Ministry of Magic's useless efforts, which were a waste of precious social resources and government credibility, after thinking about it carefully, she really couldn't think of anything else. It's a good idea, so I can only give up.

In front of the door - Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the handle to open the door, but it was obvious that Mr. Weasley held the door handle tightly on the outside, and the door remained motionless.

"Molly, I want to ask you that question first."

"Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous..."

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone together?"

Even under the dim table lamp, Coattel, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see Mrs. Weasley's face suddenly flushed.

Owen laughed, and then said in an old-fashioned tone, "It seems that we are also part of their game."

"Huh?" Hermione's face also looked a little red. She looked at Owen blankly and thought for a while before she suddenly realized.

Then he kicked him very quickly, signaling him to lower his head and drink the soup.

Of course, if Irving were so obedient, he wouldn't be Irving.

He pricked up his ears and stared at the door.

Ron was a little embarrassed, while Ginny jingled the spoon in the bowl as loudly as she could.

"Molly Shiver," Mrs. Weasley whispered sheepishly into the crack next to the door.

"Correct," said Mr. Weasley, "You can let me in now."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and her husband emerged, a thin, bald, red-haired wizard wearing horn-rimmed spectacles and a dusty traveling cloak.

"I still don't understand why you do this every time you come home." Mrs. Weasley said as she helped her husband take off his cloak. Her face was still slightly red. "I mean, they will definitely search for you." the memory of the victim.”

"I know, but I have to set an example. What is it—onion soup? Mmm—it tastes good!"

Mr. Weasley smiled, looking over his wife's cheek towards the dining room.

"Oh - welcome, I haven't seen you sitting together so neatly for a long time. It's been about a year."

He smiled even happier.

Walking over and shaking hands with them in turn, Mr. Weasley finally sat on the chair next to Owen, and Mrs. Weasley also placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"We are indeed part of their play." Owen whispered in Hermione's ear.

The little witch's cheeks were slightly red, but she nodded firmly.

Don't you see Mr. Weasley happier?

Dinner was spent in a pleasant atmosphere.

Most of the time Mr. Arthur talks about the difficult prank props he encounters at work.

Oh, it should be called a black magic defense item.

Although in Owen's eyes most of them are not even as good as the Weasley twins' prank props.

Domestic news is not noteworthy.

But abroad - Mr. Arthur said that a few days ago, the Federation's special operations team (the wizarding army that Dumbledore hoped to establish.) caught a [pretender] in Sweden who attempted to infiltrate the Federation headquarters. Now he is He was imprisoned on the seventh floor of the Magical Hospital for the Disabled in Paris, France. It was an area originally used to imprison severely mutated wizards, the kind of wizards who were only one step away from the [Son of Omen], so the building was quite strong, and it also had Countless protective spells.

The Federation seems to regard it as a laboratory dedicated to studying "pretenders", hoping to find a way to see through this monster.

Irving didn't know about this. He didn't need to be involved in the daily operations of the hospital. The Rozier family was solely responsible. This time it was probably his grandmother's arrangement.

After dinner, everyone played in the back garden for a while.

Although Mrs. Weasley kindly invited them to live in the Burrow, they could always fit in if they squeezed in, and the rooms of Bill, Charlie, and the Twins were still vacant.

But Koyatel still chose to go back to Blake's ancestral home.

As for Owen and Hermione, Mrs. Weasley didn't stop them too much. She just reminded Owen in a roundabout way to pay attention to his age, and then let them go.

Have a good night's sleep.

In the early morning, Owen planned to go to Hogsmeade to buy some things.

Miss Granger was up earlier than he was.

She was holding a stack of newspapers, a month's worth of the Daily Prophet and parts of the Quibbler.

Trying to figure out what's going on in the UK recently.

After washing, he took Hermione and went out.

What's so good about newspapers?

This is all news from the past.

"There are so many people!"

After bypassing the gravel path, the two came to the main road.

The noisy sound attracted them instantly.

"Are there so many people here during the summer vacation?" Hermione was surprised. There were wizards everywhere, but everyone's expressions were not very good.

"Maybe it's because of the sirens in the Black Lake! It's summer - it's time for them to breed." Owen chuckled, "But there are a lot of people, and -"

"Owen!" A shout suddenly came from the front.

As the visitor got closer, it turned out to be the twins.

"Why are you here? Where is the store in Diagon Alley? It doesn't need to be supervised anymore?"

George and Fred came over, "Half and half." They explained, "It's enough to go and take care of it in the afternoon. We hired two clerks to be responsible for selling goods."

"This is our alchemy workshop." Fred said, "Great works are not just for sales, but also for dreams!"

"What? Are you dating? Now is not a good time."

The four of them said as they crowded into Owen's own milk tea shop.

"Sir." Dobby stood behind the bar and waved to him.

Owen waved as well, then found a seat by the window and sat down.

Then, he saw a large group of wizards wearing blue robes and wearing some kind of strange emblem on their chests hurriedly walking through the street.

"Those are JSF guys," George said.

Then he took out a newspaper.

That's obviously not the Daily Prophet.

Because Owen couldn't understand the text above.

But the picture on the front page shocked both him and Hermione. A woman was giving a speech in front of a flashing light, with dilapidated buildings behind her.

"This is the federation headquarters building?"

"That's right!" George said, "The Death Eaters attacked there last night."

"There's a Dark Mark in the sky," Fred said.

"They claimed it was revenge because the Federation caught a [pretender] who tried to sneak into the Federation headquarters building not long ago."

"This is really the first time in history, since the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, that someone dared to openly attack the headquarters building. Even Grindelwald did not do such a thing back then." George said.

"Oh my god - no one stopped me last night?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"They found a good time." George said, "Bill came here just now. He was responsible for investigating the traces of Death Eaters and found this place. There was no way. There has been a lot of people in Hogsmeade in the past month."

"The Swedish headquarters is short of manpower." Fred continued, "The Excavation Committee, the Special Operations Team, and the Magical Hospital are responsible for the security. The Death Eaters caught the Federation by surprise."

"Even Percy went to the Special Operations Forces, and he was previously the Ministry's ambassador to the Federation."

"Are the Death Eaters just for catharsis?" Owen suddenly said, he frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Obviously not, they can't be for catharsis, because this will expose themselves, and this useless behavior will only It would be more reasonable to say that there is something that Senior Tom wants in the Federation."

"Who knows?" George curled his lips, "There are so many treasures in the building. Think about it, it's a collection that lasts hundreds of years."

"It must have something to do with the outer gods." Owen was very sure. "After the incident at the Brazilian God's Grant Tower, it was impossible for him not to miss that power. But the International Wizarding Excavation Committee came in front of them. Senior Tom may have wanted to seize the information of the excavation committee during this period."

"It's very possible." Hermione also felt the same.

"Now is a time when people are panicking. Death Eaters suddenly do this."

"The situation is getting chaotic."

Owen calmed down.

There are seven divine towers in the world.

The ancient magic hidden in India, Australia, Italy, and Brazil has all been gathered into him.

In addition, there are Canada, the United Kingdom, and Greece.

His grandfather Grindelwald had already gone to investigate the Canadian one.

The entrance to the British one is in Voldemort's Inferi Cave.

The one in Greece is located on the island of Mothrace. Senior Newt has been investigating it for a long time, but he doesn’t know if there are any results.

In short, at present, only the Canadian one is full of surprises.

If the Death Eaters could stay one step ahead of them, that was the only one.

Well - you can send a message to Bella and ask her what senior Tom's recent plans are.

"Bang bang bang——"

There was a knock at the window near them.

Everyone looked up, and it turned out to be Bill, and Fleur.

"Go home, you two." Bill said to the twins.

"Oh - hello Owen, and Hermione." He looked at the other two people, "Hogsmeade is going to be under martial law. The Ministry of Magic will send Aurors here soon."

After that, he gave a few more warnings, then pulled Furong and left quickly.