I, Hogwarts Second Week

Hermione had been away from Hogwarts for almost two months.

The end of October has continued until now.

She wrote back in the middle, sometimes saying she was in France, sometimes saying she was in Australia. For two months, she seemed to be traveling all over the world.

When the D.A.'s little wizards heard the news, they immediately put away their wands, put on their robes, and rushed out of the Room of Requirement.

They were just too curious about the truth about London.

In the entire Hogwarts, except for Dumbledore, in the eyes of most young wizards, Hermione is the only one who knows the truth.

In the auditorium.

There was a huge crowd, and the little wizard was surrounded by three layers of people inside and three layers outside.

However, after Irving appeared, they still very wisely made way for others.

Owen, whose hair was a little messy, originally wanted to go up and say hello directly.

But after noticing the tiredness in the corners of Miss Granger's eyes - and more importantly, the clothes she was wearing, he still held back and did not say the joke he had prepared.

"Are you surprised?" Hermione's eyes crossed the crowd and landed on Owen's naked body. When he sat next to her, she noticed that the boy's hair was quite messy, and his neat ponytail was now full of Broken hair that wants to grow like a bud.

She remained silent, stretched out her hand, untied his braid, and began to arrange his hair again.

"What? Is Queen Elizabeth planning to give up her seat to you?"

Owen couldn't help but think so.

The girl's hair was carefully combed into a high bun, and she wore a delicate silver crown on her head, studded with dense diamonds. On her forehead, there was the largest emerald, like a remnant of some ancient creature. Translucent as anything.

Wearing a dark red robe trimmed with white mink velvet.

The disc emblem of the Camelot dynasty is clearly sewn on the back, and the ancient times come to mind.

Inside is a purple dress, made of very high-grade satin fabric, with a wide and flowing skirt, and some kind of flower-like pattern embroidered with golden silk thread.

From the neckline to the hem of the skirt, everything is inlaid with gemstones in various colors. She was wearing jewelry on her neck, fingers, and earlobes, looking as graceful and luxurious as a princess who never left home.

This outfit is just like the queen's eldest princess. None of the dresses she wore when she got married were as luxurious as hers.

It seems that only the clothes the Queen wore when she ascended the throne in Westminster Abbey can compare with it.

"For some reasons." Miss Granger's tone was brisk, and her joy could not stop showing, "Anyway, you will know in a few days."

"Oh -" Owen responded simply, resting his hands on the long table against his head, and then said casually, "I'm just worried that you will be swallowed up by this jewel."

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Hermione's hands braiding his hair suddenly stopped.

His face looked a little unhappy.

Why did she return to the castle wearing this outfit? Did she want to show off to others?

She stared at the boy in front of her and let go of her hand angrily.

The hair that lost the control of the girl's slender fingers suddenly spread out.

The long hair hung low and swayed, exuding an indescribable ghostly temptation.

Hermione took out her grapevine wand from her arms and swept it gently from her head to her feet. Suddenly, her gorgeous clothes changed back into the familiar Hogwarts girls' uniforms.

"Huh--"

The crowd gathered around suddenly sighed with regret.

Harry and Ron looked at her. In fact, Hermione looked like that just now. Although it was a bit strange and completely inconsistent with her normal temperament, she was still quite beautiful.

That unique and powerful aura is very attractive.

Of course, they still belong to the rational group. They care more about why Hermione is dressed like this than whether the clothes look good.

"This is not the place to talk."

Owen suddenly stood up. The long silver hair behind her was fluttering in the wind, attracting the souls of many people with strange intentions.

He reached out and held Miss Granger's wrist, "I just hope that you wear the clothes you like and not others force you to do so. Do you understand?"

He pulled her towards the outside of the Great Hall, followed by Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"If you really want to wear a crown, tell me." He looked back at the witch, "I can help you."

"Who wants to wear the crown!" Hermione was still a little angry and spoke bluntly.

"So, it was indeed forced by others?"

"No." Hermione shook her head, "I just"

"Tacit consent?" Irving said, "Compromise with all the forces pursuing and blocking it?"

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After hearing the sound, Miss Granger fell silent.

What she had to admit was that the boy in front of her was terrifyingly smart.

Especially the part about the human heart.

He can easily penetrate it without using magic.

"To me, this is disguised coercion!" Owen said indifferently.

Several people returned to the Room of Requirement.

All the members of the D.A. followed.

There are a lot of people, from all colleges, and there really is no other suitable place.

On the eighth floor wall, the imprint of the door changed from blurry to real, and finally appeared three-dimensionally.

Owen pushed open the door and entered.

There were still people inside - Koyatel, Susan, and Hannah, who had not left just now.

because--

"Sure enough, he's back again." Koyatel raised his eyebrows and looked at Owen, who was walking with his long hair loose.

"There's nowhere else to go." Owen said casually, waving his hand and transforming into a sofa next to the fireplace.

Then, he took Hermione and sat down with him.

"Tell me, how they forced you."

Hermione's pretty eyebrows wrinkled. She still didn't like Owen's wording. She preferred the word 'responsibility' to force.

"Mr. Prime Minister and I talked a lot." She began to tell, "The pattern of the world, Britain's position in the changes, and the interests of the people. He also talked about the [Battle of Poseidon] in Italy, and the [Battle of Berlin] ], [Battle of Paris], and this time [Battle of London]. Ordinary people are becoming more and more dangerous. In the Middle Ages, dark wizards could kill ordinary people in a village at will to refine potions, or try to invent certain things. Something about the Malevolent Spell is sure to happen again.

It is even said that it is already happening, especially after the government and the Death Eaters completely broke up with each other. Revenge from Voldemort could happen at any time.

They need the power of a wizard.

Ordinary people need a role model, someone who can boost morale, someone who can inspire the country to move forward and the two races to develop peacefully. The Prime Minister feels that I am very suitable. "

Hermione said a lot in one breath.

And certainly a brief description.

Owen believed that Mr. Harker must have prepared a richer excuse, and he would not be surprised even if it was 2.3 million words.

The fire in the hearth roared, attacking the kettle that held it down.

After a while, the kettle spit out white mist. Captured without hesitation.

Owen waved his hand, controlled the kettle to float up, and poured Hermione a cup of hot tea.

Then say, "Want to hear my opinion?"

"Of course -" Hermione picked up the tea cup, feeling the warmth from her palms, and couldn't help but forgive Owen seven or eight times in her heart.

"Mr. Huck is right about one thing, that is, they need you." Owen leaned on the sofa and lowered his gaze, "They need you very much!"

"After London encountered the war launched by wizards, the ideology of millions of people began to collapse. Maybe you didn't notice, but I saw it. During the war, there were many bedbugs in the gutter, terrorist organizations, and cults , careerists emerged, demagogueing people in dark corners.

People whose minds were stolen by dementors wandered the streets, and countless people committed suicide in the rain.

There are all kinds of people in this weird neighborhood.

In other words, something important that unites people has collapsed. Maybe it’s faith in God, maybe it’s worship of order, maybe it’s confidence in the politics, culture and military of developed countries.

Of course, more of them are unfamiliar strangers - wizards. feel fear.

When strangers who use magic and are completely different from themselves spread all over their familiar hometown, the local natives will naturally feel sincere disgust and fear.

Their knowledge of their native land is inversely proportional to the number of strangers. When the age of wizards comes and Muggles' worldview faces severe challenges, they will always feel dizzy and lost. They have lost their definition of home, city, and country. .

‘If the people who live in this land are not our kind. So what is the meaning of family and country? ’

So what is the most urgent priority for the British government and the royal family at the moment?

It is to create a consensus.

Incorporate what is not mine into mine. Label the foreigners as British and forcefully declare to the citizens that there are only our kind in this land and there are no foreigners!

And where is this consensus? "Owen picked up the already lukewarm tea cup in Hermione's hand, drank the tea in one gulp, then poured the cup again and gave it to her again.

Hermione looked at him blankly, feeling as if her thoughts were flying in the clouds, with no solid ground at all.

She could only reply mechanically: "Where?"

"In history!" Owen rolled his eyes at Granger, who was in a daze. He never thought that one day, she would lose her energy because of the overwhelming infusion of knowledge.

"There's no need for me to guess," he continued. "There must have been a large number of Muggles gathering in Westminster Abbey in the days after the war."

"There were a lot of people gathered," Hermione said.

"What do you think they are here for?"

"Uh-" the girl frowned, "Isn't it prayer?"

"Haha -" Owen chuckled and said with a sarcastic tone, "When I was about to die, everything was silent in my eyes. I looked at the darkness all around me and carefully identified it, but I didn't find any miracles of the Kingdom of God. Oh. —God! Where is he?"

"Then they are here?" Hermione didn't have any bad feelings about Owen's arrangement of God's words. She was not a Christian, and neither was their family.

Religion was nothing more than legend to her.

“There is a culture that can be understood by the three ethnic groups on this land.

Fifteen hundred years ago, the legendary king who led the wizards to defeat the Roman Empire army from across the strait was the eternal spiritual destination of all of them, the three nations.

On the night of the Battle of London, a certain girl holding the Sword of Gryffindor, standing on a dragon, surrounded by the glory of a silver lion, obviously assumed a certain image. "

"King Arthur?!" Hermione was shocked after hearing Owen's explanation.

Not to mention her, even Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville around them all had the same expression.

"You mean, Muggles think Hermione is King Arthur?" Hannah said in disbelief, "How is this possible? That was a historical figure from 1,500 years ago."

"Not as-" Owen emphasized, "become-she became King Arthur."

"In the records of Muggles, King Arthur did not die, but entered the eternal utopia of Avalon and fell asleep.

When Britain is in crisis again, King Arthur will rise again!"

"See? The appearance of a certain person completely fits the description of the ending of this myth. When people are confused, no matter how outrageous they are, as long as they can help themselves get on with it, they will believe it. And the British government will also strengthen and publicize this point.

As I said before, they must create a consensus, otherwise wizards will never be the same.

And King Arthur, Merlin, the Knights of the Round Table, and the Dynasty of Camelot are the most appropriate and appropriate consensus."

"So-even if you are not." Owen stared at Hermione and said, "You must pretend that you are. At least you can't deny it."

Hermione was a little confused, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with these, so she asked, "But what's the problem? If it can help ordinary people It's not bad to help people get out of trouble. "

"Problem?"

"It's a big problem." Owen pinched the little witch's cheek, "First of all, if Mr. Harker can ask you to dress up as someone else with such a reason today, then he can ask you to do other things with similar reasons tomorrow. Do you know the salami slicing strategy? A little bit of infiltration will not force you to make a choice between the wizard world and the Muggle world at once, but will induce you to lean towards the British government little by little. Over time, when you make certain decisions, you will naturally stand on their side.

Secondly, the people's beliefs are also like this. They will force you to become what they imagine, not yourself.

Finally, if you really choose to play such a role, you will definitely be hated. The Death Eaters, Voldemort, and even the dark wizards in the entire European war will regard you as a thorn in their eyes.

You are putting yourself on the fire. "

"I" Hermione's words hesitated at her lips. She finally realized why Owen did not react too much to her new dress. It was not just a gorgeous piece of clothing, but behind it was a complex mind.

The moment Owen saw it, he thought of everything.

He was worried about his own safety.

"But we are already enemies of dark wizards." The little witch looked up and smiled at Owen. "There's nothing wrong with that, if you need it."

Owen in front of him wanted to say something else, perhaps admonishing, perhaps worried, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Hermione. She gently pushed him and urged him to turn around.

Hermione's hands shuttled through the silver hair, her fingers deftly weaving the hair one by one, and gathering them into a ponytail again.