I, Hogwarts Second Week

(This chapter has been modified)

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, mist filled the air, as if an invisible being was quietly awakening. Whenever the wind blows, the mist surges like an awakened ghost, bringing with it bursts of biting chill.

In the mist, some strange shapes are vaguely visible. They seem to be squirming and deforming, but they are elusive.

Occasionally, a shrill cry would break the claustrophobia of the forest, but it would soon be covered up by the gradually increasing wind and snow.

Along the way, Owen didn't meet any little wizards.

Also, in this kind of weather, most people want to carry the stove behind their backs.

He entered the shed through the gap left by third grade.

The furnishings in the room are still the same, and they haven't changed since Lupine graduated.

It was messy and gray, with peeling wallpaper, stains all over the floor, and broken furniture.

In a corner of the living room, there are still dark red traces on the ground that cannot be removed.

And the body that was the initiator of the traces has long since disappeared.

Owen thought of the vampire who died here, a passerby whose name he still didn't even know.

He seems to be the ancestor of vampires.

It's also strange to say.

Vampires are not considered dark creatures in the world of Harry Potter. Apart from prohibiting vampires from biting other wizards or Muggles, there are almost no legal restrictions. Of course, invisible discrimination does not count.

For example: Lorcan Deis, a wizard singer who is loved by wizards, is a vampire. His song "By Your Side" topped the music charts for 19 consecutive weeks.

Vampires don't have to just drink blood. They can eat other foods, and can combine with wizards and Muggles. There are people in the Ministry of Magic who have good relationships with vampires.

But in recent years, more and more vampires have turned to Voldemort, and no one knows the secrets among them.

Unlike werewolves, vampires' status in the wizarding world, although they are also deeply discriminated against by veteran wizards, is generally healthy and there is no need to follow Voldemort in order to improve their social status.

Maybe there was something else, a deeper, darker reason.

In the shadows, a heavy voice sounded, "Did you plan the war in London?"

The broken wall in front of Owen suddenly began to bulge, and then the wallpaper collapsed, and a person squeezed out of the bulge.

"Unfortunately, it's not me." Owen's right hand held up an invisible light curtain to block the dust. "The Muggles' ploy."

"Impossible!" Bellatrix stared at him coldly, anger dancing strangely in her eyes. She thought she had been humiliated.

Suddenly, on her right arm, silver metal threads, which were silk threads compiled from ancient runes, spread to her shoulders and then her neck at a terrifying speed.

A trace of panic flashed across Bellatrix's face, and she tried to pull the silver metal wires with her left hand, but they seemed to be alive, twisting under her skin, as if they were trying to swallow her life.

She fell suddenly, her face quickly turned pale, her lips trembled, but she could not make a sound. The neck was pinched.

"You want to kill me?" Owen lowered his eyebrows and stared at the woman, "You should be smarter, at least don't have such an idea in your heart so intuitively."

Bellatrix, who was half-kneeling on the ground, clenched her fists, closed her eyes tightly, and quickly calmed down the restlessness in her heart. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, and the threads caused by the unbreakable spell on her body gradually began to fade. disappear.

"You shouldn't ambush Death Eaters." She stood up with difficulty and looked at Owen with a frown, "Some of them are the ones I want to fight for."

"What does this have to do with me?" The boy's emerald green eyes stared at her face frivolously, "Did I let them die?"

"Also - let me reiterate for the last time, everything is arranged by the Muggles themselves and I did not interfere."

"That's Dumbledore!" Bellatrix affirmed, with a heavy expression of resentment on her face, "otherwise it would just be those stupid animals."

"Let me correct you." Owen looked at the Shrieking Shack leisurely. Through the damaged wall, the wind howled in from the outside. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and there was only the echo of howling in his ears. The White Death completely dominates the bodies of outside creatures, forcing them to rush towards any place that radiates heat.

The boy's long silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and his green eyes were like the eternal frozen ice under the 10,000-meter ice layer in Antarctica, translucent and cold to the bone.

"You are not smart." The wailing sound of the wind and snow was finally blocked by Owen using his wand to deform a door with a glass window. The gap was blocked.

"Wizards are not smart, and Muggles are not weak. From a rational and objective point of view, since wizards can use magic, many difficult things can be solved with a wave of a wand. This has led to most people not using their brains well. Basic There is almost no logical deduction ability.”

"Snape even tested us with a question when he was in our first year, a question about the logical derivation of potions and poisons."

Owen said lightly, throwing out a ball of fluorescent light. "On the other hand, Muggles must rely on wisdom to solve many problems, so if they often use their brains, they will naturally be smarter.

For example, wizards cannot build a bridge across the sea even with magic, but Muggles can create it without magic. It's obvious who is smarter. "

"So, the truth is, what you thought was a stupid beast killed the person you were fighting for."

Bellatrix remained silent, her expression more contemptuous, obviously not believing the horrible 'truth' Owen said.

"The power of wizards is supreme, and Muggles are just lowly creatures." She emphasized, but it was her re-emphasis that further proved her fear in her heart. She just didn't want to accept it.

"Heh--" Owen smiled ghostly, "With this idea, drowning from beginning to end is not bad, at least you don't have to accept the silent roar when your own world view collapses."

"Okay--" He raised his jade-like palm, waved it, and said: "Where is Voldemort? Is he dead?"

Hearing this, Bellatrix suddenly frowned, and was a little excited. After a while, she replied: "Dead."

"Dead? Are you sure?"

"The Muggle weapons fell, and the surrounding area turned into a sea of ​​fire for a mile. No one can withstand that kind of attack. If he escaped in advance, he should have appeared in this month. But he didn't--"

"Squeak--" It's not good news. Owen held his chin, as he said in front of Harry's bed, worried.

"You didn't see him die directly. Strictly speaking, he disappeared in the sunshine."

"Whatever you want to understand." Bellatrix's body trembled slightly. She witnessed that scene. In the high temperature of five or six thousand degrees, what is the difference between disappearance and death?

"Then how are you alive?" Owen suddenly looked at Bellatrix, "Aren't you always with Voldemort?"

Voldemort's death can be considered a little good, at least it can delay his progress in finding the Tower of God, and grandpa can be safer in Canada.

"No--" Bellatrix shook her head, "I have been exposed. In those few days. So I didn't follow him."

"Oh, then you are lucky." Owen said indifferently, "But Voldemort will definitely be resurrected, he can't die now.

So, what about the Gaunt ring? Do you have any clues?"

"No."

"But there will be clues later."

"Afterwards?"

"If someone helps to resurrect him, then that person should have some information."

"Really?" Owen heard the perfunctory meaning in Bellatrix's mouth.

Yes, she is still loyal to the Dark Lord. The enemy they cooperated with is just Voldemort who traded with the Outer Gods. As for other Horcruxes, she is naturally unwilling to help him search with all her strength, because Senior Tom still needs to keep a Horcrux so that he can live forever. Living miserably.

"Hehe——" He turned his head to look at Bellatrix, and whispered in a strange tone: "I think the most merciful gift in this world is that people cannot understand the universe. Most people live in a quiet island called "ignorance" all their lives, isolated in the black ocean surrounded by heavy miasma. Many people, including you, are sailing blindly on this ocean, not noticing what kind of disaster they are about to brew."

His mouth curled up a mocking arc, his palms turned, and the Phoenix Wand suddenly appeared, pointing at Bellatrix and saying, "Smash to pieces!"

"Bang——"

The gray magic spell cut through the air and collided with an invisible screen.

Bellatrix widened her eyes and stared at Owen in disbelief.

Staring at his right hand.

The same silver thread also appeared at his wrist, spreading to the heart and neck like a blood vessel.

But this stretch only reached his forearm and stopped.

As if blocked by something.

"Why?" Bellatrix murmured, staring at Owen with dull eyes.

"The way of signing the contract needs to conform to the laws of nature." The boy put away his wand, "Just like a stream cannot sign a contract with the sea, because the stream will eventually flow into the sea."

He stared at Bella with a smile, all magic will eventually return to ancient magic, which is the eternal truth determined by the principle of reversion.

Unless Bella used the same ancient magic to sign the unbreakable spell with him at that time.

Otherwise-it is destined to be a one-sided agreement.

"Same." He stepped around Bellatrix, "What natural law do you think is used to repair the broken soul of Senior Tom? Is it that river? That sea? Where is its source?"

"You"

"Do your work with peace of mind, otherwise you will find that some things are lost much faster than they are gained."

As he spoke, Owen stepped forward and pushed open the door, and the wind and snow poured in again.

But at this moment, Bellatrix felt something far colder than the wind and snow.

She raised her head and glanced at the figure that disappeared in the wind and snow for the last time.

Suddenly, she recalled the ancient madness that she had only glimpsed in a mysterious tower on the Greek island of Mothrace several years ago. Just one glance was enough to make her feel like she was falling into an ice cave and unable to sleep or eat.

That was the beginning of the Dark Lord's madness and self-destruction.

It was the sacrifice that the treacherous evil god used to capture souls with exquisite lies.

She thought she had escaped from the cage that was like falling into the abyss and was free.

But now.

In Bellatrix's increasingly crazy memory, the two glimpsed figures were slowly overlapping.

Finally, they merged into one.

In an instant, those memories, those towering stone pillars in the huge towers made of rugged boulders, covered with green sticky, permeated with strange and inexplicable evil thoughts and evil nature, and on those stone pillars, endless hieroglyphs covered its surface.

She still remembers the crazy laughter of the African priest Lavyu when he first saw these strange words.

Behind that laughter, there is a string of ancient prayers, older than the majestic pyramids of ancient Egypt and the beautiful gardens of ancient Babylon, which are blasphemous words recorded on clay tablets unearthed in the Mesopotamian plains.

——The Supreme Will was there in the past, the Supreme Will is there now, and the Supreme Will will always be there.

The Quidditch game is over.

Hogwarts has fallen into a period of calm again.

As December approaches, Slughorn announces that he will hold a Christmas party and invite a group of famous wizards to attend. He will also invite some young wizards, and each invited person can bring a companion.

Unlike the Christmas party held two years ago for the competition, this year's party is private.

It is not open to everyone.

But precisely because it is private, and Slughorn promised to invite a group of famous wizards in the wizarding world, so this party has become popular among the young wizards.

Everyone wants to see the world.

And the atmosphere in the wizarding world is too tense recently, and everyone needs to relax.

But this has nothing to do with Owen. Since he made some shocking remarks on the Hogwarts Express, Slughorn has been out of his mind and has avoided him. As expected, Slughorn will not invite him. Never.

But will he care?

The castle has regained some vitality, and the D.A. meeting is also going on normally.

The last gathering before Christmas.

It was an ordinary day.

The main exchange this time was about the experience of wandless spellcasting.

Compared with this obscure technique, the young wizards were more interested in the magnificent and unique origin magic.

But because of the weather, Owen didn't want to teach them.

If you practice origin magic, you can't stay in the Room of Requirement, you have to go outside.

And this-Owen refused.

The severe cold weather made him decide not to leave the warm fireplace.

Never!

At this time, while Harry was teaching Neville how to cast the floating spell correctly without a wand. A D.A. member rushed into the Room of Requirement.

He brought a message.

"Hermione is back."

Miss Granger is back?

I don't have time to revise the article recently, so I'm delaying it. I'll return to normal tomorrow.