I, Hogwarts Second Week

(This chapter has been modified)

The Queen's speech was like the last words of a dying patient.

With an encouraging and contemptuous tone, she fabricated a not-so-rigorous lie to the living, and finally sank into the void, running towards the more distant and deep darkness, never to wake up.

Owen turned off the TV before breakfast.

After a not-so-peaceful breakfast, he left here.

Outside the house, the earth was shrouded in a faint mist, and the city stretched endlessly under the pale sunlight through the mist.

In a trance, London seemed to have returned to more than a hundred years ago and turned into the mysterious foggy city again.

In the unknown street corners and the banks of the Thames, there were corpses of murder, suicide, poisoning, and maggots running towards freedom. The bones were shining with white sparkling waves, which were a small spot formed by the decomposition of fat in the water.

The hustle and bustle of the city was gone, or it was roughly paused.

Innocents and guilty people stared, hiding in the buildings behind the thick fog, like puppets watching the streets.

When a city of tens of millions of people is suddenly swallowed by a kind of silence unique to the wilderness, it is more dangerous than the city itself that is hidden on the roadside and looks like a monster. Thoughtful minds are extremely easy to be controlled by the performance of the dark forest. In the insurmountable and unpredictable maze, lunatics can do anything.

Downing Street where Owen arrived by apparition.

This is also the atmosphere of a funeral held in a cemetery. The blocks are in groups of suits and groups of troops silently parading in front of this unpredictable maze.

Their pale faces and dull expressions reminded Owen of the corpses. The bodies that were bubbled by water looked like this.

Because he came here yesterday, the guard in front of No. 10 still had a pitiful impression of him.

But the other party did not let him in, but notified the people inside to come out through the intercom.

Waited for more than a minute.

Tonks came to him like a broken body dragging a tree.

The girl's gorgeous pink hair had lost its luster, like waterweed stuck on a lifeless river bank. Her heart-shaped face had several deep scratches, not wounds, no blood was flowing out, but it seemed that someone squeezed the flesh with their fingers to cause depressions. Owen thought it should be a kind of black magic.

She was wearing a tight leather coat, which might be made of dragon skin. There were many creases on the clothes, and it looked a little loose. There were pendants hanging on the corners and cuffs of the clothes. It was a decoration, not a magic prop, because Owen did not feel the fluctuation of magic on it.

She was wrapped in a black and somewhat old robe with many holes.

"You need this." Owen reached into his pocket and took out a small dark green bottle from it. "Glimmer." He said, and then handed the bottle to Tonks.

"The potion invented by Victor can permanently enhance the human body."

"Of course, after joint drug experiments by the therapists of Rosier Magical Injury Hospital and Saint Goman Magical Injury Hospital, it was found that it can also treat some tricky black magic curses."

His face was cold, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, like an eternal frozen lake.

The gesture of taking out the potion was casual and indifferent, and vaguely revealed an irresistible sense of oppression.

Just like God's gift, mortals have no right to choose.

"Victor?" The exhausted Tonks did not notice the strangeness of the boy in front of her. She took the potion and looked inside through the dark green glass, and was puzzled by the clear liquid like water.

"Today's Alchemy will give him this year's annual contribution award because he invented "Glimmer". It will probably be announced around Halloween."

"I understand." Tonks did not raise any objections this time. Her belief in authority made her suppress all her doubts.

When she put away the potion, she looked more relaxed.

She knew why Owen came, but it was not so coincidental.

Hermione and Dumbledore were not in Downing Street at the moment.

They went to Buckingham Palace as guests.

They did not say when they would return. If it was not necessary, Tonks asked him to go back to Hogwarts first and not stay in London.

This city that had just experienced the war was not completely out of danger. In unknown corners, perhaps a greater revenge was quietly taking place.

Owen did not refuse. The revenge Tonks mentioned was Voldemort, the abominable monster. If he could survive the attack of the sun, he would definitely launch a terrible revenge on the city.

But if he was smart enough, he should not choose London as his target. Dumbledore would definitely stay here during this period. He should make a feint to the east and attack the west and change his target.

From the Ministry of Magic, passing through Hogsmeade Village, as soon as he stepped into this familiar village, the tense, poisonous atmosphere like miasma came to his face.

It flooded all the streets with people.

Overnight, everyone knew about the war in London.

The war between wizards and Muggles

How shocking!

Even the witch-hunting movement that swept across Europe in the Middle Ages was just a small-scale "encounter". There has never been a direct war between the two races.

The most recent one was the attempt of the wizard party led by Grindelwald to overthrow the rule of the Federation and dominate the Muggles.

But he failed, and his impact on the Muggle world was minimal.

Owen walked on the desolate main road of the old Hogsmeade village. The buildings on both sides had been repaired by the Malfoy family's huge financial resources, but if you look carefully, you can still find some remnants of the attack in some inconspicuous places.

When passing by the Hog's Head Pub, noisy sounds suddenly filled his ears.

In front of the bar, two drunkards were arm in arm, with a dull, stained face, shouting something loudly.

The accents of several people were very strange, the Irish dialect, with a heavy and sticky sound, and the notes were like mixed batter. Owen found it quite difficult to listen, but fortunately, because Hogsmeade itself is located in Scotland, there are many Irish wizards coming and going. After listening more, he can barely understand some.

"The bugs actually launched a war against us. They really don't know how to live or die."

"Oh! Old Locke, don't say that. London is still pretty good. If the You-Know-Who can give Buckingham Palace to my family, I am still willing to accept some Muggles. You know, such a big manor always needs some servants."

"Haha, you are dreaming. Look at your old and immortal appearance. It's better to give you a stinking ditch.

I guess London has turned into a sea of ​​fire now."

"Humph - who cares. They are just a group of livestock, just like the goblins in the fields. Kill one batch and another batch will emerge after a while."

Their words echoed in front of the bar, stirring up waves of foul smell.

Owen passed by them and just felt funny.

Two wastes, they can only talk fast. If they knew the truth about the war, wouldn't they go crazy?

But it is undeniable that the words of the two of them do represent the thoughts of a large part of wizards.

In the magic world, people like the Weasleys are only a minority after all. Most people have a natural sense of superiority over Muggles, not to mention that it was the Death Eaters who attacked London!

The elite among wizards.

In this world where most wizards can't even use a decent armor charm, if even the Death Eaters lose to Muggles - for the remaining wizards, it is not a surprise, but a shock and fear.

Hum, that's it - wizards live in sweet candies, and the cruel world outside is completely separated by the law. Now, the "Statute of Secrecy" is shining.

Walking through the dark path.

There was a little snow in the sky.

It was very fine and melted the moment it fell to the ground.

Before the ground was mired in mud, Owen quickened his pace and ran straight to the castle on the top of the mountain.

In Hogwarts, the little wizards and the people outside had basically the same ideas.

Everyone was talking about what happened in London.

But no one thought that the Death Eaters would lose.

Even a "Muggle faction" like Justin was worried.

So the moment Owen appeared in the hall, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of people.

Countless eyes fell on him, squirming and looking at him, eager to know everything.

Owen naturally had nothing to hide, he told them everything he knew, of course, that was just what he saw that night - this performance, as for the internal reasons, such as the Battle of London was a trap of Muggles, words were not enough, just speculation, so he didn't say anything more.

"Where is Hermione? Didn't she come back?"

Friends were obviously more concerned about specific people rather than an event that had already happened.

"Buckingham Palace is a guest, I wonder what arrangements they have." Owen replied.

"Buckingham Palace?" Ron said.

Even in the wizarding world, the name of this castle is common knowledge known to everyone. It is where the king lives.

"Well, maybe Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to the Queen about something."

"By the way, where is Harry?" Only then did Owen realize that there was no sign of Harry in the hall.

"In the school infirmary." Ron said: "During Quidditch training yesterday, Harry suddenly became confused and fell from the sky and broke his leg."

"Huh?" Owen frowned and went to the school infirmary without hesitation.

The other little wizards followed him.

As soon as they reached the door of the school infirmary, they ran into Professor McGonagall.

She was talking to Madam Pomfrey with a heavy heart. After seeing Owen, she immediately walked towards him, "Mr. Sanchez, didn't Professor Dumbledore come back with you?"

"The professor went to visit Buckingham Palace." Owen looked at the ambulance pushed by Madam Pomfrey, which was filled with many bottles and jars. One of them was empty. He remembered that it should be used for pain relief.

"But I don't think the professor will be back in a short time." He retracted his gaze, and then added, "To prevent the Death Eaters' revenge, the professor should stay in London for a while."

"Stay for a while?" Professor McGonagall's face turned ugly. The current situation is still unclear. Hogwarts needs Dumbledore to stay in charge to prevent emergencies.

But now.

"Don't worry too much, professor." Owen suddenly said, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, "I guess-the Death Eaters should stay quiet for a while, because-some reasons. So we will have a fairly peaceful time."

"Huh?" Professor McGonagall looked at him confused, and then said, "Okay, but necessary measures must still be taken."

She thought for a moment, "From today on, Hogwarts will be under curfew. After dinner, no one is allowed to wander around the castle. Remember to inform others."

"No problem, Professor." Owen nodded.

Then, Professor McGonagall left in a hurry.

It seemed that she was going to write a letter to Dumbledore or something.

On the other side, after Madam Pomfrey's repeated warnings and restrictions on the number of visitors, Owen, Ron, and Ginny were allowed in.

The others were blocked by her at the door of the school infirmary.

In the ward, only Harry was lying on the bed alone.

One of his legs was wrapped in a thick bandage, and his left wrist seemed to be injured, with brown ointment applied.

"Hey, buddy, how are you? Can you be discharged today?" Ron walked over briskly and sat next to Harry's bed.

He was not nervous at all. It was really common to get injured while playing Quidditch. Chasers would dislocate their fingers and break their arms every now and then. The most common medicines prepared in the Hogwarts School Infirmary are potions for treating fractures.

"Keep your voice down, Ron, can't you see that Harry is in pain?" Ginny scolded her brother, with a look of deep worry on her face. Looking at Harry, she felt extremely heartbroken.

"Oh - I'm fine." Harry looked a little dazed, perhaps because of the potion just now that made him feel bad. He covered the scar on his forehead with his intact right hand and frowned from time to time, "It's because of my scar, it hurts too much."

"Scar?" Ron was startled, and then immediately realized something, "What did you see again?"

"Didn't you master the brain block technique with that Miss Zhang? How can you see it again?"

"No -" Harry waved his hand, "Not this time, I didn't see anything, but the scar suddenly hurt, more painful than ever before. Owen -" he looked at the silver-haired boy standing by the bed, and said with a pleading look in his eyes, "Do you know what's going on?"

"Well - I know something." Owen raised his head calmly, and said in a tone as if he was stating what he had eaten this morning, "Voldemort may be dead."

"What?"

The whole school infirmary fell into a strange silence all of a sudden, Ron, Harry and Ginny all widened their eyes and looked at Owen in disbelief.

His expression was like he was stuck, and it took a long time for him to move again. "Voldemort is dead? How? Who did it?" Harry asked hurriedly.

The sudden movement caused him to pull his hand, and the severe pain made him grimace. But his eyes were always on Owen's handsome face.

Ron also stared at him, his eyes were red, with unspeakable hatred and pain mixed in them.

"Muggles--" Owen said, "They used that kind of weapon, the Italian naval battle." He reminded.

"You mean," Harry panted, his voice trembling, "but how did they find Voldemort? Without a target, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it's useless."

"This is the secret of Muggles."

"No matter how the process is, the result is like this."

Ginny swallowed and asked carefully: "Then...then are we safe-safe for a while?"

"If he is really dead, then we can be safe for a while."

Everyone knows that Voldemort can be resurrected. He has died once, oh-no-twice, and now it is his third body that is destroyed.

"This is not a good thing. And it's just speculation at the moment. It will take some time to know whether he is dead or not."

It is indeed not a good thing. Now, the blood of Harry and Hermione flows in Voldemort's body. Hermione is the heir of ancient magic that he mistakenly believes, and Harry's blood is crucial. With his blood, his mother's magic of love protects both of them at the same time. Lily's magic to protect Harry is to keep Harry alive, so Voldemort's blood is integrated with the magic of protecting Harry. As long as Voldemort is not dead, Harry will not die.

At the end of the story, Voldemort used Avada Kedavra on Harry. The spell could not kill Harry himself (because Voldemort was still alive), but could only kill Voldemort's soul in Harry.

And Harry was willing to die, and this behavior once again triggered the "love protection spell". In the second stage of the Battle of Hogwarts, it was precisely because of the blessing of "sacrificial protection" that the Death Eaters' killing curse could no longer harm Harry's friends.

In the original book, Harry said this in the final duel with Voldemort, "Don't think about killing anyone tonight." "I've made up my mind, this is the key. I did what my mother did. You can't hurt them anymore. Don't you find that the spells you shot at them have no binding force? You can't torture them, you can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, right, Riddle?"

And now-if Voldemort's body is carbonized by Muggle weapons. Owen is not sure whether there is still a connection between them.

Maybe it's still there, the protection spell exists not only in the blood, but also in the soul. Maybe not, Voldemort's new body that has been resurrected again does not have Harry's blood, so in the final battle, he must really die.

"At least we can relax a little." Harry opened his mouth and wanted to smile, but the pain in his forehead and wrist forced the arc of his mouth to fall again.

"I can't relax."

"The storm has just begun." Owen said bluntly, "If Muggles have the power to kill Voldemort, if other wizards in the magical world learn the truth, what do you think will happen?"