I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen looked up at the many portraits of principals and talked eloquently: "After the fall of King Arthur's Camelot dynasty, British wizards have never stopped trying to re-establish a magical dynasty.

This struggle for power, families, and courts lasted for a thousand years after the withdrawal of the Romans and until the Tudor Dynasty.

It finally announced the ultimate failure of the wizard to establish a magical dynasty.

Of course - the wizard's failure was entirely his own fault, representatives of the Norman nobility: the Malfoy family, the Lestrange family, the Nott family, the Travers family, and the Selwyn family.

Representatives of the Anglo-Saxons: the Lombard family, the Burke family, the Flint family, and the Crouch family.

Representatives of the Celtics: the Abbott family and the Black family.

Rosier of France.

Queen Catherine of England, the Spanish power, and Queen Anne Boleyn of England, the French power.

Elizabeth, the last queen of the Tudor dynasty.

All forces are participating in this grand event together on this land!

The scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing is still before our eyes!

The result of the melee between several parties is that no one force can control the Muggles and establish a magical kingdom like the Camelot Dynasty. "

Owen suddenly looked at Principal Black, "And among all the forces, the ones that suffered the most tragic defeat were the original British forces, the descendants of Camelot, the Celts: the Weasley family, the Abbott family, and the Black family.

That’s why I say that the demise of Black is inevitable, because although the foreign wizarding families, whether it is the Malfoy, Lestrange, or the French, Spanish, and Danes who followed William the Conqueror into England, they also have conflicts, but The common enemy must be the British native family forces. Looking at Blake now, it's obvious that those people's plan was successful. "

“Hiss—so, I suddenly remembered that Salazar Slytherin himself was a Celtic, and the secret room he left behind was to cleanse people with impure blood.

Maybe what they are referring to is not Muggle-born wizards at all, but wizards with foreign blood. Tsk tsk - if you understand it this way - that would be too funny. The weapons of the Celts eventually became the sharp weapons used by the Saxons to deal with the Celts. It must be said that the world is really unpredictable, and the big intestine wraps up the small intestine! "

Owen smacked his mouth and glanced at the silver cup on the table, which seemed to be honey water.

He picked it up and took a sip.

"Merlin, too, chose the Weasley family as the heirs of previous generations, maybe because they are descendants of Camelot?"

"Principal Dexter." Owen's eyes focused on the portrait of Principal Dexter, "Is my guess correct?"

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There was silence in the office.

After a long time, a wizard spoke.

"Yes. You're right."

"Who are you?" Owen noticed the principal for the first time.

His face was carved with ravines by the years, his skin was like aged leather, and his hair was gray and sparsely scattered on his head, like pieces of silvery white snowflakes.

The beard on the chin is neatly trimmed, and each one looks so delicate and strong.

Wearing a dark blue robe.

It looked like the wizard was only in his fifties or sixties.

This age is the wizard's prime, but since his portrait is placed here, it means that the principal likely died young.

"Iosa Sackendenberg." The principal said solemnly, his voice full of magnetism, "I served as the principal of Hogwarts from 1490 to 1503."

"You're right about your guess, especially the Plantagenet dynasty and the Lancastrian dynasty for more than three hundred years, which was the era of the most intense struggle. The assassination of wizards and the framing of royal family members occurred almost every few years. The highest The powerful wizarding body, the British Wizards Council - changes a few people every few years.

But now is different from the past. Except for dark wizards like Voldemort, today's wizards are not very interested in ruling Muggles and establishing a magical dynasty. "

"Wait a minute - what are you saying, is everything that boy said true?" Before Owen could speak, Phineas couldn't help but said, "Why, no one has ever told me this!"

Phineas was born in the 19th century, which is at least three to four hundred years apart from those principals.

"That's the principle Phineas!" said Principal Iosa Sackendenberg. "We don't have to tell the current principal everything. If you don't ask, then we will never answer."

"So we, Black, have been stupidly bullied and weakened by you for hundreds of years?"

"It's not me!" Iosa Sackendenberg was a little annoyed, "That's how it was in those days."

"Shit!" Phineas roared, and at this moment he was like a lion, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Oh my god - Malfoy and Lestrange, whom he had always been friends with, turned out to be Black's enemies.

The enemy he hates and the lowly Weasley he despises is actually his own race.

this.

The anger in Phineas's heart burned brightly, and he recalled all the past--his heart was full of pain and confusion.

The feeling of being deceived and manipulated made him feel ashamed.

"Okay." Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He gave Owen a slightly thoughtful look.

Even he didn't know much about the history of wizards.

It's hard to imagine where this child knew this.

"Let's all go back," he said.

The voice sounded unusually tired.

There is no way to deal with the current problems, and the scars of the past are being exposed.

I don’t know why the magic world is getting more and more chaotic.

The old headmaster sighed.

As the current president of the Federation, he is under increasing pressure. Sometimes he even thinks of resigning from the position of president to concentrate on British affairs.

But this is impossible.

Wizards all over Europe are watching him. The more chaotic the situation is, the more leadership is needed. If he resigns at this time, it will have a strong negative impact on the magic ministries of various European countries.

What's more, the reform of the Federation has entered a deep level.

The war is indeed a trouble, but he believes that if the Federation can survive this war, it will definitely be renewed.

"Let's go." Owen shrugged, nodded to Headmaster Dumbledore, and led the little wizards out of the door.

One after another, everyone retreated.

On the way down the spiral staircase, everyone chose to remain silent.

Among the crowd, Ron was the most surprised one.

He never knew that his family had such a history.

In the past, he would have definitely gone to the bottom of the matter and chased Owen to find out everything about the Weasley family in history.

But now, especially after experiencing the final help of Ms. Shani Weasley, the past history seemed to him more of a burden and a heavy responsibility.

The more you understand, the more you know, the more troubles you will have.

Their family is living well now.

Ron didn't want anything to change.

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Back in the hall again, Hermione took Owen and went straight to other towers without staying, and the destination was the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

The D.A. meeting was about to begin.

Although the two of them were not thinking about it at the moment.

Pushing open the door of the Room of Requirement, Hermione anxiously found a corner, transformed into a table and chair, and took out the morning newspaper - mainly the newspapers of Muggles, trying to find some news on it.

Harry and the others were doing something outside.

It took a long time before they came here.

Other young wizards came here one after another.

Koyatel was also among them. She was mainly responsible for teaching, while Owen was slacking off.

As Harry said, the atmosphere immediately became a little weird after the little wizards gathered here.

Those little wizards of Gryffindor seemed very irritable.

It was obvious that they were divided into two camps.

If it were normal, Hermione would definitely scold them a few words, issue a declaration of unity, and try to force everyone to be united.

Now, she didn't have the mind in this regard.

All her energy was thrown into those newspapers.

She didn't leave until noon, when she had lunch.

It was Owen who brought some food back from the hall.

In the afternoon, several more owls flew to Hogwarts.

They were newspapers ordered by Hermione.

European newspapers.

Speaking of which, Miss Granger was quite wealthy in the Muggle world, mainly because of the bonus she received from the Muggle medals before.

In this way, they read newspapers for an afternoon.

Before dinner, Hermione left the Room of Requirement.

The next few days.

It was calm, as if nothing had happened.

The whole world fell into a strange silence.

Harry said that maybe Voldemort had given up.

He didn't want to start a war with Muggles yet.

But Hermione didn't think so.

She thought that the other party might be secretly infiltrating or something.

Maybe there were other purposes, but we couldn't let down our guard.

Owen had the same view.

Many little wizards gathered in the courtyard in front of the castle bridge.

Owen, Hannah, Justin, Coyote, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, etc. were all there.

Today is the first Hogsmeade Visit Day this semester.

Originally, the professors wanted to directly ban little wizards from going to Hogsmeade this year.

But after the Ministry of Magic added more people to patrol, they allowed it.

Under the pendulum of the tower clock.

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of the students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade one by one. This time was longer than before, because Filch used his secret detector to test everyone repeatedly.

"What's the big deal if we sneak out the dark magic items?" Ron said disdainfully, "Besides, is your thing useful? It looks like just a metal frame."

He was rude, and was poked a few more times by the secret detector. When they walked outside in the wind and sleet, he was still grimacing in pain.

Filch's detector was of course useless. That kind of thing can only detect the dark magic items of the past.

But now all the dark magic items have added concealment spells.

In short, the virus has been upgraded, and the firewall is still the old version. It's strange that it works.

But Owen didn't say anything as rude as Ron. Filch's presence was already very low. If he showed up again, they would almost forget that he existed in the school.

The walk to Hogsmeade was very uncomfortable. The little wizards wrapped the lower half of their faces with scarves, and the exposed parts were soon frozen and painful, and later they were numb.

Owen and Hermione snuggled together, and this was the time to test their sense of shame.

Although Miss Granger felt a little ashamed, she did not refuse and let Owen hug her.

Ginny was very bold. When Harry hesitated, she went straight up to him.

She was so fast that Ron's eyelids jumped.

Justin and Susan seemed to be having a quarrel.

Even if Ron had ten guts, he would not dare to touch Coatl.

As for the others, well, they could only hold their robes tightly.

On the road leading to the village entrance, students could be seen bending over and moving forward against the wind.

Feeling the heat in his arms, Owen wondered more than once, if he had time, why didn't he choose to stay in the warm lounge or other places with Miss Granger.

Must come to Hogsmeade!

He didn't have anything to buy.

Damn.

If it weren't for the twins' invitation, he wouldn't have come in such a cold weather.

"Hey--"

When they finally arrived at Hogsmeade, they found that most of the shops were closed.

The only lively place in the whole block was George and Fred's Weasley Alchemy Workshop.

"We're less than three miles apart, but we haven't seen each other for more than two months." George waved his hand.

He was wearing a thick beaver fur coat and a pair of dragon skin boots.

He looked rich.

"Let's go have a drink!" Fred said, and then walked forward happily and led them to the Honey Duke Candy Store.

Justin, Hannah and the others didn't follow.

They were going to visit the twins' alchemy workshop.

In the end, only Harry, Owen, Hermione and Ron followed the twins.

"Thank God," Ron said shiveringly as the warm air filled with the aroma of toffee hit his face, "Let's stay here for an afternoon."

"Harry, kid!" A loud voice behind them said.

"Oh, bad," Harry muttered. They turned around and saw Professor Slughorn. He was wearing a huge plush hat, a coat with a matching plush collar, and holding a large bag of jackfruit buns in his hand. He occupied at least a quarter of the space in the small shop.

"Harry, you've missed three of my little dinner parties!" Slughorn poked Harry's chest affectionately, "That won't do, kid, I was determined to get you here! Miss Granger loves these parties, doesn't she?"

"Yes." Hermione said helplessly, "They do--"

"Then why didn't you come, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Well, I have Quidditch practice to attend, Professor. "Harry said.

He didn't lie. Every time Slughorn sent him a small invitation with a purple ribbon, he deliberately arranged team training.

He really didn't want to attend the slug party.

Slughorn would always try every means to find out about their elders at the party, where their uncle worked? Which team their brother was on? Their godfather was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, etc.

This kind of question made him very uncomfortable.

It was as if someone kept reminding him in his ear that he had no parents and no blood relatives!

"Okay, you will definitely win your first game if you train so hard!" Slughorn said, "but there is no harm in having some entertainment occasionally. So, how about Monday night, you can't train in this weather..."

"Professor, I'm going to..." Harry hurriedly wanted to refuse.

But Slughorn waved his hand and shouted exaggeratedly, "You can't hide from me forever, Harry. "

After that, he swaggered out of the candy store, and his eyes never lingered on Owen from beginning to end.

It seems that Slughorn has completely given up on him.

"I don't want to go to that party at all." Harry said a little annoyed.

"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks." He looked around the candy store.

It's too crowded here, and the place is too small, so they can't get together.

"You are the only one among us who is still attractive to Professor Slughorn." Hermione propped up the scarf around her neck again and protected her chin, "Think about our purpose."

"I know." Harry responded rather irritably.

On the other side, Owen said to George, "Why are you looking for me?"

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Let's get together. I haven't seen you for a few months." George said.

"Are you sure? Not borrowing money?" Owen raised his eyebrows and asked uncertainly.

"What are you thinking! "Fred said, "Our business has been very good recently. We have made a lot of gold galleons."

"Haha - I believe it." Owen rolled his eyes at them. They were not the kind of people who could keep secrets. Everything was written on their careless faces.

The cold wind on the street blew on their faces like a knife. It was only the end of October, and the Scottish Highlands were already showing signs of snowing.

Owen suddenly pointed at the street lamp and said, "Hurry up, if you have something to say, say it. If not - I will hang you two on the street lamp."

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The twins looked at each other.

"Okay." George finally spoke.

"Let's go in and talk."

The group had already walked to the front of the Three Broomsticks.

After entering the door, they found a secluded place to sit down.

Hermione brought back a few cups of health-preserving milk tea from the milk tea shop.

A certain herbal tea recipe circulated in the Ming Dynasty was improved by Dobby.

The taste was weird anyway. There was a kind of Chinese medicine with honey added.

In the castle, only Zhang Xiaolin, a Ming wizard, likes this flavor. Since she returned to the Federation in mid-October, the health milk tea has no customers, so there is a lot of inventory in the store.

Hermione must have been thinking of using up her own inventory, so she brought a few cups of this stuff.

"Okay, what's the matter." Owen took a sip of the milk tea in front of him.

Hiss——

Silently, he pushed the milk tea in his hand away a little.

"Ahem——you won't believe it when I tell you." George whispered.

"This matter has to start with Kingsley Shacklebolt." Fred continued, "He is now responsible for protecting the Muggle Prime Minister."

"Well——then what?" Owen said too concerned.

"A few days ago, we met someone in London."

"The man said that Kingsley asked them to come." George said mysteriously, "The other party is not a wizard."

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Owen was a little interested.

"Muggles? People from the government?"

"What do they call themselves. National Security Department." Fred said.