I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen's eyes flashed with an exotic light and scanned the people present.

Finally, he stopped at Coatel.

"You are suitable." He said, "You have fought against the Death Eaters and won, so there is no problem with your strength. You used to live in Port Isabella, where you maintained a Muggle lifestyle. Finally, 'you have an advantage in appearance', which also fully meets the requirements."

"And-"

Considering the blood of Salazar Slytherin flowing in her body, such a person will become a role model.

"I don't think you will want to return to North America. If you want to have an easy job and stay here after graduation, wizard consultant is a good choice."

Faced with Owen's firm words, Coatel was thinking about other things.

She had no intention of participating in the dispute between Muggles and wizards. It should be said that any dispute is what she is trying her best to avoid now.

She was tired. The years of fighting with the gods made her exhausted and exhausted.

She hadn't dreamed for a long time, dreaming of that rolling cloud and the terrifying phantom behind the cloud.

It was over.

The tower had collapsed, and the eyes of the Outer God above the dark sea of ​​stars had shifted their sights, right?

But why did she still feel a sense of being watched?

For a long time.

"Crack."

The flames of the fireplace burned the moisture inside the wood, causing the wood to crack and cause a slight explosion.

The sudden sound broke the silence.

Koyatel suddenly came back to her senses. She didn't dare to look directly into the emerald eyes. She turned her head and said nervously, "Let me think about it."

"Of course, this is your freedom." Owen responded.

But relatively speaking, she is indeed the most suitable.

She can even leave Hogwarts now, and she only needs to come back to take the exam in May next year.

Next, Owen did not participate in the conversation between the little wizards.

The warmth from the fireplace finally dispelled the coldness in the room of every request.

They asked Miss Granger many questions.

Most of them were about the Battle of London.

From her, everyone learned that the outside world had been boiling over this matter.

Prime Minister, Mr. Harker, met with leaders from almost all European countries in November.

They all came to Britain to learn "advanced" experience.

Of course, most countries did not intend to attack wizards, but not having a sword in hand is not the same as having a sword but not using it, and it was just an emergency plan for wizards.

In addition, the reaction of the International Confederation of Wizards was also fierce.

It is undeniable that in this war, Muggles did help them clean up a large number of social dregs in the magical world, and attracted the greatest firepower in the future, but such a tragic war and the defeat of the Death Eaters still made them tremble with fear.

The Federation could not imagine what it would be like for the Muggle army to deal with a group of wizards who could not even use the Armor Charm?

Although they were extremely reluctant, there seemed to be only one word left to think of, massacre.

Any wizard who was a little bit normal could think of this result.

This is also the reason why the Ministry of Magic did not report the Battle of London on a large scale. Even the magazine "The Quibbler", which was against the mainstream newspapers, did not pay too much attention to the specific situation of the war, and also glossed over it.

No matter how unique Mr. Xeno Lovegood was, he was first and foremost a wizard, and he had to consider the wizard turmoil caused by the true report.

Silence was a helpless choice.

The wizard consultant plan proposed by Hermione was not only established by the British government, but in fact almost all major European countries had launched similar plans.

The Federation was also happy to see this.

Because they had to send people to go deep into the Muggle governments of various countries, they had to understand why this enemy who could easily defeat them was so powerful.

In the post-Statute of Secrecy era, the two races quickly began to blend because of a war.

Although people usually call it Christmas, in fact, for a long time in the past, this festival was the ancient Nordic winter solstice festival, a festival to worship Odin.

In the Muggle world, the two festivals are mixed together.

But the wizard world has maintained its purity.

Although most wizards have long forgotten Odin and other gods, as well as the sacrificial truth behind the festival.

But everyone knows that this festival is older than what is recorded in historical inscriptions, and is much older than Bethlehem, Babylon, Memphis, and even human beings themselves.

A week before the festival.

Hagrid has already moved the twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable in the hall every year, wrapped holly and tinsel on the stair railings, flickered in the helmets of armor, and hung large bunches of mistletoe every section of the corridor.

It seems that there are girls gathering under the mistletoe at every moment, causing traffic jams. They may be waiting for the invited boys to lead them to the Christmas dinner.

Owen really doesn't think there is anything good about the dinner, although he was not invited.

It's enough for Harry to go and get along well with Slughorn. He has been busy with Quidditch training recently and has been drifting away from Slughorn.

In a Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was teaching them about human body transformation, which is the most difficult subject in the science of Transfiguration. In this class, the professor asked them to change the color of their eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Owen and could do it easily, even colorful ones were a piece of cake for him.

Others had some troubles. Ron transformed his eyebrows into a mustache, which looked very strange.

Harry turned his eyebrows into an ugly green.

The worst was Seamus. Perhaps only Merlin could know why Transfiguration has the ability to ignite things. He burned his eyebrows and the hair on his forehead with fire. Now, let alone changing the color, his eyebrows were gone.

Amidst all the laughter, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. They were about to leave, but were stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"After dinner, the little wizards who will attend the Christmas party will gather in the auditorium."

The professor said something inexplicably, and then left the classroom.

Everyone was a little confused.

After lunch, Owen went to the alchemy class with Miss Granger, who had recently started to have conflicts with him.

Victor is now a famous figure in the magic world.

Honors come one after another.

But he himself does not value these external things.

'Magic is used to benefit the public. ' This belief runs through his life. Compared with the ups and downs of the outside world, he prefers to stay in his office, studying the inscriptions of the God-granting Tower that have been handed down from ancient times, and fantasizes about finding a way to completely tame ancient magic from those intricate ancient runes.

After class. The two of them went to the library for a while.

They didn't go to the auditorium until before dinner.

After a sumptuous dinner.

Professor McGonagall really appeared on time at the guest of honor seat.

She waved her wand and removed the tables and chairs in the venue. Let the auditorium become empty.

There are about thirty little wizards on the scene.

The number may increase later, because many people have not found a partner.

Owen was among the thirty-odd people, although Hermione did not formally invite him to be her partner.

Professor McGonagall, sitting in the guest of honor seat, looked around at the little wizards below the stage, and then took out a thick book from her arms.

She calmly opened the book and then read the contents above.

At this time, the little wizards realized that the book was a book about etiquette, from body shape to conversation, and even the tone of speech, anyway, it was a rough outline for taming "civilized people".

In a trance, the little wizard seemed to have returned to two years ago.

There was a similar period on the eve of the competition.

Professor McGonagall was responsible for teaching them various etiquette and dances.

But that time was because of international friends.

This time it was just a private dinner for Horace Slughorn. Was it necessary to mobilize so many people?

Can he also invite the Secretary-General of the European Union?

Or, there will be many foreign wizards attending this Christmas dinner. In order to prevent the image of Hogwarts raising a group of reckless men from being exposed, they have to intensify their practice?

Owen couldn't figure it out.

Others were even more confused.

But Professor McGonagall's etiquette course was mandatory, and they had to attend unless they gave up attending the banquet.

The little wizards who knew they couldn't resist could only hold their noses and endure the etiquette class that was even more boring than the History of Magic and Professor Binns' class, and took a full week of classes.

Until Christmas Day.

On this day, most of the little wizards in the castle broke free from the laziness of the holiday early, got up, packed their clothes, and went to the auditorium for dinner.

Because the little wizards who went home at ten o'clock should leave school.

The Hogwarts Express left on time at eleven o'clock.

Most of the little wizards who stayed were participants in the banquet.

There were about forty or fifty people in total.

Almost all the little wizards with the best magic level in the fifth, sixth and seventh grades.

In the auditorium, Professor McGonagall stood silently in the guest of honor seat. She was wearing a red plaid robe, and a unique thistle wreath was decorated on the brim of her hat.

She crossed her hands at her waist and looked at the little wizards below with elegance.

It was completely different from the usual time.

It was even different from the meeting with other magic schools two years ago. At that time, Professor McGonagall showed her serious side, and elegance was just an embellishment. This time it was the opposite.

And next to her, there was a lonely oak door.

The door only had a door frame and a door panel, standing in the air.

On the surface of the oak, there were complex ancient runes engraved, and in the center there was a strange device that looked like a clock made of mithril. At a glance, Owen immediately thought of the arbitrary door invented by the alchemist Nicolas Flamel.

Victor also invented a similar magic prop, which he named Warp Warp.

It was an upgrade and improvement of Nick's technology.

Correspondingly, Warp Warp is simpler to activate. At any place, you can carry the device and wave the wand to activate it, and the effect is cross-continental.

This one in front of you must be Nick's original invention.

"Strange. Isn't the party held at Hogwarts?"

I don't know if it was Owen, Harry, or even Neville who realized the true purpose of the door.

Because Owen had shown it before.

"It looks like it should be quite far." Ron said, he knew that the door was enough to take them directly to the European continent.

"Hermione." Ginny looked at Hermione beside her.

She was wearing a red robe, and her long red hair was tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She was beautiful, the kind of beauty that attracted boys, and her pink face was indescribably cute.

The rest of the group, Harry and Ron, wore a dress that Owen gave them as a Christmas gift two years ago.

Two years later, the little wizards had grown taller, but they could still wear the dress because it was not an ordinary dress, but more like a magic prop that could change size according to the user's body shape to ensure that it would always fit.

Otherwise, how could Owen spend seventy or eighty Galleons on one dress.

He spent a thousand Galleons on more than a dozen dresses.

Thinking back now, I feel heartbroken.

"You will know soon." Hermione did not answer directly.

Instead, she turned her head to look at Owen on the side.

Under the influence of ancient magic, the boy next to her was almost completely different from two years ago, and it was almost difficult to see the shadow of the past in him.

If she hadn't experienced his changes, she would definitely think he was another person.

As everyone was puzzled, Professor McGonagall in the guest of honor seat suddenly frowned.

Then, the elegant posture immediately restrained and became serious again.

"Ms. Lovegood. Can you tell me what you are wearing?"

Everyone looked at the sound, but saw Luna wearing a robe with silver sequins, and lace on the sleeves and legs.

She wore a strange rabbit ear headdress made of unicorn tail hair on her head.

She wore carrot-shaped earrings on her ears.

The necklace around her neck was the most normal, a gemstone necklace, Egyptian style.

"Professor, this is my dress." Luna said seriously.

Followed Neville beside her.

Justin said that Neville invited Hannah, but Ernie got there first.

"Dress?" Professor McGonagall raised her voice very high, her eyes full of disbelief.

She rubbed her head and tried to keep up with Luna's thoughts.

But she only persisted for half a second, and Professor McGonagall gave up.

"Change it." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said in a slightly euphemistic tone, "Where is the dress you wore at the competition ball? Change into that one, and take off all the messy things on your head and ears."

"I think they are normal." Luna looked down at her long dress, "Although it is indeed not as beautiful as that one, it is very distinctive."

"The banquet does not need characteristics, we want to show the connotation of wizards." Professor McGonagall emphasized.

Luna did not deny Professor McGonagall's request, she turned around and left the hall. It is estimated that she will come back after a long time.

In the process.

Professor McGonagall once again emphasized to them that they must observe etiquette during the banquet and that they are not allowed to cast spells privately.

Just when everyone's ears were about to grow calluses from listening.

Luna finally reappeared in the hall.

"Okay." Professor McGonagall retracted her gaze, "Line up to enter and show the glorious image of Hogwarts wizards."

After that, she drew out her wand and knocked on the mithril device of the door standing next to her.

The next second, the device merged into the door like water.

The ancient runes on the oak door seemed to come alive, wriggling and interweaving as if alive, piecing together exquisite patterns.

Afterwards, the professor pushed the door open.

Finally, the world behind the door was nakedly displayed in front of everyone.

From a distance, it was a four-story cubic gray building with a royal emblem hanging on the main door, railings around the palace, and a wide and solemn square in front, with various statues and monuments standing on it.

At this moment, many people gathered in the square.

Enveloping the professors familiar to the little wizards.

"Where is it?" Harry asked in confusion.

And Owen gave the answer in an instant, "Buckingham Palace."