I, Hogwarts Second Week

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"What happened?" Ron looked up and looked at Owen in surprise. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. Voldemort was dead. Isn't that a good thing?

"Uproar - fear - threat - self-destruction."

"The Death Eaters represent the top wizards in the magic world. If they lose to Muggles, it will be a huge shock to those pure-bloods or those who have always believed in wizard supremacy. It will inevitably cause chaos.

From now on, this chaos is almost inevitable, unless the Ministry of Magic chooses not to report this matter. Professor Dumbledore can talk to the Muggle Prime Minister about a path that is beneficial to both parties."

"Then"

The complexity of the matter completely exceeded the understanding of the three of them. They had no idea what to do next, what to do, and whether Professor Dumbledore could succeed. They could only look at Owen with a little dull eyes.

"They will come to a conclusion." Owen suddenly smiled, with a charming arc at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Because their God is our people."

"God? Our people?"

"The eternal king." The silver-haired boy chuckled, with irony and mockery in his laughter, as well as a certain ancient breath. The sound echoed in the school infirmary, distant and a little weird.

That is not what humans can have

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Harry was discharged from the hospital the next day.

Hermione still didn't come back.

For several days, October was gone.

As Owen guessed, the Ministry of Magic remained silent about the war in London. The Daily Prophet never published specific details of the war.

It just firmly wrote in an inconspicuous corner-On October 26, 1996, the Death Eaters attacked London and had an encounter with the Muggle army. The reinforcements of the Ministry of Magic arrived and defeated the invading enemy.

There was nothing else.

This perfunctory report, which was simpler than the words used to coax children, was believed by few people.

Wizards had to find the truth on their own. Although it was difficult, within a few days, rumors invaded every wizard's mind like the Black Death five hundred years ago.

As if they were really infected with the disease, every wizard who knew the "truth" became weird.

The news that seemed true or false was swallowed by greedy people.

The clouds covered the moon.

The originally dim world fell into a deeper darkness.

Some people still knew the whole truth.

For example: the Malfoy family.

From the moment the Battle of London broke out, Lucius disappeared in Malfoy Manor with his wife.

With his ability, it was not difficult to find a place where Voldemort could not find him and continue to live a good life, not to mention that there was the help of the saints behind him.

Maybe it was in France - maybe in Australia, New Zealand, or the farthest corner of the world.

When the truth of London reached Lucius's ears, madness and insanity arrived at the same time.

The collapse of faith, Muggles almost denied everything he and his family had insisted on for thousands of years.

They are like clowns, ridiculous actors in a farce in the eyes of Muggles.

Honor and pride were shattered by the skillful butchers, leaving only pale and gloomy bones tied on the stage, shaking and colliding.

Every collision is the hideous laughter of the Muggles.

The laughter will last forever with their remaining minds.

People are seeking the truth, and the Daily Prophet began to report another thing in great detail.

Victor Norton. A wizard with brown-black hair, black eyes, white skin like a white wall, and a lame leg.

This is the second time he has been on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

It is even more extensive than the first time he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class, for inventing a magic machine to rescue people with mild [Bad Omen] infection.

For a whole week, the front page headline of the Daily Prophet, the editor of which listed almost all the black magic that [Glimmer] can cure, exhausting his mind.

The Alchemy Association went to Hogwarts on Halloween and held a shrouded awards banquet in the hall. All professors and famous people in the magic world attended.

An old wizard. Celsus Kunrat, the legendary alchemist, personally handed a trophy in the shape of the Philosopher's Stone and the Order of Merlin First Class to Victor.

The whole audience cheered, and the atmosphere was warm under the deliberate efforts of those who were interested, as if the cold snow outside the window was just a false projection.

Only when they left the hall, the cold wind brushed their faces, and their hot hearts calmed down, and they looked up at the dark snow outside the gate, which seemed to be able to swallow people, would they realize that the magic world was undergoing terrible changes that had never been recorded in history.

The Halloween holiday passed in a flash.

Hermione still didn't come back.

Justin began to subscribe to Muggle newspapers like Hermione, hoping to see the truth from another direction.

Compared with the silence of the magic world, the reports in London newspapers are much richer.

Daily Mail, The Sun, The Times, The Guardian. Almost all of them record the entire process of the war in detail, how Muggles fought against wizards, what price they paid, the casualties, the economic losses, and so on - very detailed.

The reports in these newspapers triggered a new round of discussion among the young wizards, because in these articles, it seemed that Muggles could always predict the enemy's moves and take advantage everywhere, and wizards were like pathetic wooden blocks being manipulated in various ways.

Many people, especially the young wizards in Slytherin, sneered at this. They thought that this was a way for Muggles to save face. How could they predict the enemy's moves everywhere? Are all Muggles born Legilimens?

Wizards from other colleges also complained because the newspapers portrayed wizards as too stupid.

Ernie seized this point and fired at Justin crazily.

This time Justin had no good explanation, because even he thought the reports in these newspapers were too absurd.

It was just like a story novel.

But soon, his thoughts would disappear.

A few days later, Justin received a letter from his parents.

As early as the second day of the war, he sent a letter to his family.

I don’t know why it took so long for the reply to arrive at Hogwarts.

Justin's mother wrote back that they were on vacation in Wales on the day the war broke out, and were not at home in London, so they were safe.

This made him feel relieved. Although Ernie's ridicule these days made him upset and irritable, Justin's heart calmed down a little after seeing his mother's familiar handwriting.

Then the next day, at breakfast, Colin found Justin. They were both Muggle-born wizards and they were now allies.

Colin said that his father's reply had arrived, and they were lucky to escape the war in the countryside of Scotland.

Then it was Dean. His family's letter also arrived. It was from his mother. The letter said that their family won some award from the "Daily Mail" and spent money to buy a house in the countryside of Wales. Because of Dean's identity as a wizard, his mother made such a decision, fearing that others would know that her child was different.

And so on - there were more than a dozen wizards who received replies from their families yesterday, and their families were lucky to escape the war.

For various reasons.

At first everyone was very happy.

But gradually.

Suddenly came to their senses.

Then, a great fear and tension enveloped everyone's mind.

There seemed to be countless threads in the darkness, affecting their fate, as if a big hand was holding his neck, and Justin suddenly felt a little breathless.

He could see that not far away from him, there was a green eyeball staring at him coldly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was mocking, mocking his powerlessness and stupidity.

"Hu——"

"Hu——"

Suddenly, the colors around him were filled again, and the darkness retreated into the unknown demonic domain.

This time Justin saw clearly that the owner of those eyes was Owen.

He was staring at him and smiling.

"Britain?" He read out this phrase, and felt the power of the country more intuitively than ever before.

Obviously, someone deliberately evacuated their parents from London in advance.

And there was only one organization with the ability and resources. That was the country on this land!

A fear that was about to come out enveloped their reason.

This kind of power that comes from the unknown and can control or decide part of their lives at will will naturally make a group of young and simple-minded little wizards feel sincere fear.

Especially Justin, as his family is an upper-class person in London, they naturally know some truths. The inhuman behavior of the British Empire is simply innumerable. It has hardly done anything good for hundreds of years. It has brought only chaos, division, hatred and death to the locals.

On this planet, any disputes between countries and hatred between nations, in most cases you will see a hateful and despicable figure holding the Union Jack.

If one day wizards and Muggles in the UK will eventually merge into one city and the Ministry of Magic will become part of the government cabinet, then he will be the first to oppose it.

Because of his conscience, he can't watch the sufferings that Britain once imposed on Muggles fall on wizards again.

Obviously, Justin is destined to enter Hufflepuff.

But the future was as chaotic as a pot of thick soup, and he couldn't decide whether the soup tasted sweet or salty.

Because the person holding the seasoning box was not him.

But——

Owen looked at the madness gradually rising in the castle with indifference.

The truth about the Battle of London became more and more terrifying in the castle.

Regardless of the outside world, the Ministry of Magic successfully suppressed the heat of the war with the Daily Prophet. In Hogwarts, the name of London was always the city they talked about most often.

The heat lasted until the Quidditch game started.

Under normal circumstances, the Quidditch game at Hogwarts would be held on the first Saturday of the week after the Halloween holiday.

There would be two games throughout November.

They were Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.

After Harry was discharged from the hospital, he had been busy formulating game tactics.

Because of the Halloween holiday and the increasingly cold weather, their training time was greatly reduced.

So they could only do some tactics and strategies on paper.

This almost indicated that their game would never be easy.

As expected, although Harry tried his best to improve the team's strength in October, the time for his new players to get used to each other was too short.

Ginny played well as a batsman, but she and another new batsman had poor cooperation and could hardly control the flight path of the Quaffle. They could only defend passively.

Ron's performance as a goalkeeper was also unsatisfactory. He was a little nervous and had too many ideas.

It may be that he has been following the professional players of top clubs for so many years and knows too many tactical moves.

It is more likely because Coyate and Owen, who was pulled over by Hannah, were sitting in the audience.

During the game, he always wanted to play something cool and wanted to perform all the tactical moves he knew, and this was the beginning of the disaster.

There were so many tactical moves that Ron could not have practiced them all and used them proficiently. Many of them were only used by others, and once he used them himself, they seemed immature and childish.

When the first ball was not defended, Ron's nervousness was magnified, and then he kept losing the ball. It was not until Harry discovered his abnormal state and flew over to comfort him that Ron stabilized his mentality.

But this has already widened the gap between them and the Slytherins.

The score began to widen, and Harry was anxious and began to look for the Golden Snitch in the foggy sky throughout the stadium.

It was difficult.

The misty mist seemed to have a hypnotic function. If you stare at it for too long, your mind will be swallowed by the rolling mist, and your mental strength will drop significantly, making you drowsy, and even more dangerous situations will occur.

Harry has the ability to deal with these.

Draco seemed to be a little reluctant.

His broom was shaking, and he followed Harry reluctantly.

The game lasted more than two hours.

Under the double blow of the cold wind and the light snow, the enthusiasm of the little wizards in the stands finally began to decline rapidly.

Owen wanted to leave a long time ago.

But Hannah and Zacharias Smith kept stopping him, saying that they wanted to gain experience and understand their opponents.

This reason sounded really funny.

What is the current level of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team?

Zacharias Smith has become the captain, and Cadwallader and Sharby joined the team after Cedric.

With barely enough strength, they can only fight against the Ravenclaw rookies.

Owen didn't want to argue with them, and the game ended twenty minutes later.

Gryffindor had been lagging behind in points, but in the end Harry turned the tide and caught the Golden Snitch, winning 150 points. They won with a total score of 70 points ahead.

Owen believed that if the game lasted more than ten minutes, it might be possible that Harry would not win even if he caught the Golden Snitch.

When he left the court, Harry had a cold face.

No need to guess, it must be the souls of the former captains of Gryffindor Quidditch, Wood and Angelina. I think their players are about to usher in cruel training.

A week later, the game between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began.

Amid the sound waves of the whole audience cheering for Hufflepuff, Qiu Zhang caught the Golden Snitch as expected.

The game lasted less than ten minutes from start to finish.

Owen was so slow to go out that he didn't even have time to climb up to the audience seats when he saw Hannah, Lini, Justin, and Susan walking towards him with dark faces.

"Oh, ho--"

Owen was quite happy that he didn't have to blow the cold wind anymore.

After a while, Zacharias Smith also came over. He was wearing a brown Quidditch protective suit, holding a broom, with a sad face, and like the players behind him, he walked towards the castle silently.

They lost, so badly, so quickly, and the little wizards of Hufflepuff were bleeding in their hearts.

The fantasy of the remnants of Cedric's era collapsed like a pile of mirror slag.

Owen did not follow everyone back to the castle.

He was able to crawl out of the dormitory in the cold winter, and the natural reason was not Quidditch.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Owen walked towards the direction of the Screaming Shack.

He had been in contact with Bellatrix since the end of the war.

He needed to know about Voldemort's situation.

It had only been nearly a month, and Bellatrix had always agreed to meet him. Kreacher brought back a message saying that she needed to wait for a while.

Owen continued walking.

The surroundings began to be filled with fog again.

He knew that this was a kind of weather spell, and the spell to break it was: withdraw the cloud spell.

Dumbledore was a master of using these spells.

Wizards used it to hide themselves and meet in secret.

Of course, you have to pay attention to the surrounding environment when using it. If you use this spell on the sunny beach in Hawaii at two o'clock in the afternoon, it is not hiding.

Fortunately, the weather in the Scottish Highlands today is very suitable.

It is common in winter. The cloudy days, rich water vapor rises from the Atlantic Ocean, and then is blocked by the highlands of the Scottish mountains. When the water vapor meets the cold, it often forms such fog.

These fogs have been spreading around the castle all day since a week ago, and the spell only aggravates its effect.

Owen walked into the woods.

He gave Bellatrix a time, and today is the day they agreed on.

The meeting place was set at the Shrieking Shack.

Snowflakes gradually began to fall from the sky.

The white elves fell silently, as if summoned from a forgotten dimension, covering the forest with a pale and indifferent coat.

The trees at the edge of the forbidden forest are twisted and tall. Their branches are like ancient tentacles, swaying gently in the cold wind, making low and eerie sounds. Snowflakes fall on their branches, forming a thick white coating, which contrasts sharply with the black trunks, making the entire forest look even more eerie.

Deep inside, the fog is filled, as if an invisible existence is quietly awakening. Whenever the wind blows, the fog surges like an awakened ghost, bringing waves of biting cold. In the fog, some strange shapes can be vaguely seen. They seem to be creeping and deforming, but they are elusive.