I, Hogwarts Second Week

The lonely dusk casts a curtain of sadness, and the snow covers the frost underneath without a trace.

The bizarre palace is winding and winding, like an endless maze. The glass windows reflect the light rising from the courtyard, blending into the night sky with the constellation of stars headed by Orion.

The vapor blowing in from St. James's Park, like waves washing over the decaying pier, disturbed this magnificent building.

Over the years, hole-like scars were left on the walls of the castle.

Noisy people have never paid attention to this small cut, but one day, one day, the building, together with the people protected by it, will be completely buried by the wind and snow outside.

As he walked towards the twisting path leading to the wilderness, Owen listened carefully and heard the joyful sounds of families in the homes ahead under the Christmas sunset.

Considering the howling wind and frost all around, that sound seemed especially precious and enviable at this moment.

But luckily, they'll soon get into it.

"I thought you would come back later today."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door to greet them as soon as she noticed the noise in the courtyard.

"Molly! Safe word!" Mr. Arthur howled behind her, but Mrs. Weasley didn't hear a word at all. "Well, Arthur. This is our child, and I don't think anyone can pretend to be our child yet."

"We'll be back after the banquet." Ron said exhaustedly. His expression was a little stiff, and it looked like he had a facial spasm caused by laughing for too long. "Mom, ours are starving to death." Is dinner ready?"

"Aren't you going to the dinner party and not eating?" Mrs. Weasley asked doubtfully.

"Eat!" Ron's face immediately turned resentful as soon as he said this.

The food provided by Buckingham Palace was small in portions and not many in variety, just fried cod and boiled potatoes. I don’t know which idiot revealed to the Muggle cook that the civilization of the wizarding world was still more than a hundred years ago.

This resulted in the cook being unable to serve some new-style meals, as he was afraid that the wizard would not be used to them. So in line with the principle that if you do too much, you will make mistakes, and if you don't make something good, he directly served a batch of traditional British delicacies from a hundred years ago.

And there is another point, that is, there are always Muggles coming up to chat with them. It seems that everyone wants to say a few words to them, resulting in the little wizards not having a good meal all day long.

Facing these big shots, they couldn't refute their reputation, they could only laugh along with them. Talk about issues that don’t hurt or bother you.

Ron felt as if he had been a receptionist all afternoon.

If only he knew what a receptionist was.

"Come in. Shake the snow off your cloak." Mrs. Weasley welcomed everyone into the room.

In the room, George, Fred, and Bill Fleur sat at the dining table early.

Thanks to a Muggle rocket, it freed Bill and Fleur. Although the Federation was still in chaos, the chaos that followed was a matter for civilian employees. The main headache should be Percy, as members of their special operations team always Can rest for a while.

"You are finally back!" Fred and George walked over and looked at them with fiery eyes. "Tell me, what happened to you today? It must be interesting, right?"

The cash register in the room played a particularly jazzy song "A Pot of Fiery Love", which made a different kind of romance reverberate in the room.

"Don't mention it," Ginny said. "I feel like I've spent a whole year looking surprised on today."

"There are only a few days left this year," Fred complained.

"Don't interrupt." Ginny glared at him, and then she could no longer control her desire to share and ran to the dining table excitedly, "I'm telling you, today."

She talked vividly about everything she had seen today.

Use simple and precise words.

"Oh my god——"

"Merlin's beard!"

"Can not believe it"

Amidst the exclamations from everyone, Ginny was greatly satisfied.

She happily picked up a cup of hot tea on the table and took a sip to moisten her throat.

"What about her? She didn't come back with you?" Fred asked.

"Hermione?" Ginny said, "Oh, she is a social butterfly now. People from all over the world want to talk to her, and I heard she also has to deal with interviews and so on. I heard from Luna that several magical newspapers have asked her to talk to her. She’s sent out invitations for exclusive interviews, and Muggle ones, and she’s going to be on TV and so on, but she definitely won’t have time to enjoy the holidays this Christmas.”

"This" Fred and George looked at each other, and their expressions immediately changed, from envy to disgust. "It seems there are no benefits to being a princess. It sounds very troublesome." Fred said.

"Yes, everything has been arranged by others, then we are willing to die." George agreed.

"Hey!"

At this time, in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily, "Don't let me hear that word again. Don't mention that word in the house!"

"That word, Mom." Fred called back, and what greeted him was a pair of round eyes, which frightened him and immediately stopped teasing him.

Dinner started with a blast of jazz music at the cash register.

Everyone had a lively meal with no restraints, no strange questions, and no one to disturb them.

During this period, they talked about many topics.

From Buckingham Palace, we talked about wizards who had received knighthoods.

From the angry departure of the Minister of Magic, to some wizards choosing the Queen and Dumbledore.

Mr. Arthur chatted about his thoughts on the Ministry of Magic and the future of magic.

"The Statute of Secrecy has collapsed. We have to find a way out. There's nothing wrong with trying."

"I also don't think that talking to Muggles as equals is inferior."

Hearing this, Owen chuckled and said, "For some people who are used to being aloof, it would be an insult to look at you at eye level."

"There are not a few people in the wizarding world who have this kind of thinking." Bill, who was sitting in the first seat on Mr. Arthur's left, said. He has been working for the Federation these years, and he has seen a lot.

"Actually, the collapse of the Secrecy Act is not a bad thing." Owen added.

"Huh? What do you say?" Bill looked at him.

"If you think about it carefully, whether it is the Ministry of Magic or the Federation, their organizational structures are a bit strange. Such a large organization does not have a tax department, and its economic activities are handed over to goblins.

There is no army, the judicial system is extremely imperfect, and there is no prosecutorial department. The judge is both the maker, executor and prosecutor of the law.

Not communicating with other magical creatures at all, wasting this huge wealth.

The reason is simply that the Ministry of Magic does not represent the interests of all wizards. It is just a broken machine that exists to maintain the Statute of Secrecy.

So this collapse may be an opportunity to establish a new, true magical government. "

"Hmm - it seems to make sense." Bill thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it did make sense.

"Okay, gentlemen." Mrs. Weasley suddenly raised her voice and looked around with a smile, "Today is Christmas, let's put down those heavy things outside for a while, okay?"

"Okay mom." Several people responded and immediately changed the topic.

As they spoke, they talked about the professors of the college.

Most of the Hogwarts professors went to this banquet. The most commendable among them is Professor Horace Slughorn. You have to admit that sometimes being eloquent does have an effect. Slughorn communicated with many Muggles almost effortlessly. The higher-ups got on with each other, and everyone was enjoying themselves, without the slightest hint that they were wizards and Muggles.

"Speaking of which, Harry, how did you go about that thing, Slughorn?" Owen asked Harry a question.

"Huh?" Harry swallowed a mouthful of thick chicken, "So-so, I feel like he's still a little wary of me."

"Okay, keep going." He responded.

Then Ron on the side suddenly said to the girl on his left, "By the way, what are you thinking about? It's about the wizard consultant."

Originally, Ron didn't pay much attention to this matter, and he always felt a little strange that Koatl entered the Muggle government.

But after today, some of his views changed.

There's nothing wrong with joining the Muggle government. You might even get a knighthood or a medal or something.

He wasn't sure if Coatl had any property in the United States, but if she wanted to support herself in the future, she would indeed need a job, and wizard consultant was a good job, except for the dangers.

Of course, even if she doesn't work, with the gold galleons he has saved over the years and some of the galleons he invested in Gemini early on, he can now get a little bit of dividends, which is enough money.

"If there is no better job," Coatl said flatly, "As long as it's not about goblins and America, I don't care."

"Then it's settled." Ron said immediately. After he graduates, he will most likely become an Auror. The Ministry of Magic is right below Downing Street, and they can even go to work together.

In the following time, everyone chatted all over the world.

This is the safest Christmas ever.

Voldemort's body was destroyed and he needed a period of silence. In the foreseeable future, there would be no such happy and relaxing days as today.

Next Christmas may be the day of the final battle.

When dinner was over, Mrs. Weasley poured everyone a large glass of eggnog.

Maybe it was because of the weak alcohol in the eggnog that everyone was very excited after drinking it.

It didn't take long for Fleur to decide to imitate Cetina and sing "A Cauldron of Hot Love."

It's incredible. She had just been talking about how terrible this song was, but she memorized the melody and lyrics and sang it very well.

Then she invited Owen to sing with her.

And when Owen really spoke, Fleur suddenly discovered that the other person's singing was better than hers, even better than the original singer.

This is a sure thing, his body no longer knows what the mutation looks like. The control of vocal cords, voice, and breath are far beyond ordinary people.

As others gradually let go, Christmas was finally over amid the cries of ghosts and wolves.

Mrs. Weasley coughed heavily, and after seeing her expression, everyone took this as a signal to go to bed.

Owen did not stay at the Burrow, but returned to London.

For this reason, Mrs. Weasley did not keep him.

Because there are no more rooms in the Burrow.

Ginny and Coatelle stayed in her room, Harry and Ron climbed up to Ron's bedroom in the attic, and Fred and George were in their own rooms.

Bill and Fleur were separated by Mrs. Weasley, one living in his own room and the other in Percy's room. Before getting married, she was determined not to let Fleur and Bill sleep together...

That's it, unless Owen is willing to live in Charlie's room, which is used as a warehouse by the twins.

There is nowhere to go.

Mrs. Weasley just looked Owen up and down, and resolutely did not allow him to live with any boy, not even a girl.

So he had to go home by himself.

Back to the small villa in London, Owen fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

He had a bizarre dream.

He felt as if he had turned into an ocean, and then someone took some of it here and some of it there.

His body was getting smaller and smaller.

Just as he fell into the fear of the unknown and loss, he suddenly seemed to grab something in his hand.

That thing made him feel very relieved.

Then the dream disappeared.

The next day, when he opened his eyes.

He realized what he had grabbed in his dream.

"Merry Christmas." Miss Granger rubbed her eyes and frowned as she spoke. Obviously, she had not woken up yet. It was estimated that she came back very late yesterday.

"Merry Christmas. By the way. Why are you here? Um--how did you know I was here?"

"Because I'm here." Hermione said, and then pulled the quilt to cover herself again, "My eyes are so sore, I want to sleep for a while."

Owen smiled slightly.

He naturally understood what she meant.

As smart as Hermione is, she must know that he will not live in the Burrow. Apart from that, he can only go to two places, one is Hogsmeade Village, and the other is here. He chose to live in London because Hermione is in London.

A simple logical reasoning was completed.

"Go to sleep." He hugged the girl tightly in his arms.

Put her whole cheek close to his arms.

What surprised Owen was that Miss Granger was not in conflict with him?

Since the Room of Requirement, she has been in a cold war with him.

Well--it's not a complete cold war, it should be called a half cold war.

That is, she will never take the initiative to find him again, but she will not deliberately avoid him. If he goes to find her, she will behave the same as before, at least less enthusiastic.

I don't know why she is so bold today.

Is it because the New Year has come, and all the bad things are over?

The girl in his arms has a higher and higher body temperature.

She seems to have a fever.

After pretending to sleep for ten minutes, Hermione couldn't help but open her eyes.

This time there was no more pain in her eyes.

Then she raised her head very boldly, put her red lips close to the boy, and kissed him lightly.

During this time, she thought about a lot of things.

After the conversation with the Room of Requirement, she became very angry. She felt that she was deceived. Owen's previous claims were all pretended and not sincere, but as time went by, she gradually got rid of this thought.

She figured it out. The point is not what Owen said, but what he did. Although he was sometimes very bad and cruel over the years, his targets were all enemies.

There were indeed differences in their opinions, but it didn't matter. Just as Owen would never force her to change his mind, she shouldn't force Owen to change his mind. In the future, she would do her best to fight for the utopia in her heart.

And the most important thing was. She loved him, and she couldn't stand sitting next to him every day, pretending not to know him.

Especially at Christmas when she found that all her friends had left and only she stayed in Buckingham Palace, this feeling became even stronger.

The joy of wearing a crown disappeared in an instant.

It was as if there was a Dementor around.

The originally lively banquet became abominable.

Like a flood, it drove away all her friends and happiness.

In the girl's eyes, the people in front of her, especially those politicians, those smiling faces, became more and more creepy, because their smiles never fell, their skin was like a layer of wax, and from a distance they looked like a group of moving wax figures.

Before she could think, her body made a decision for her.

Run away, run away!

On a snowy night, she quickly fled from the man-eating castle.

She came here in a daze.

When she opened the door with the key given by Owen, she found that there was a light on in the living room.

The light softly illuminated a corner of the living room, and also illuminated her heart.

"What's wrong?"

After a half-minute long kiss, the two separated.

Owen's eyes were burning, and his eyes met Hermione's red eyes.

The little witch took a deep breath and tried to calm her emotions. She didn't want to make Owen worry, but she didn't want to hide her feelings.

"Don't leave me alone in a strange place in the future." Hermione's voice was trembling, and her eyes were slightly red, obviously trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out.

When Owen heard Hermione's words, a touch of tenderness flowed in his eyes. He reached out and rubbed her cheek, "As long as you don't run away in advance."

Then he took advantage of Hermione's trance and suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

Hermione was stunned by this sudden action, and her cheeks flushed instantly. Her heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She was a little unprepared, but a sweet feeling surged in her heart.

Then her lips were blocked by something.

Compared to just now, this time was like a violent storm.

In response, she felt the love and happiness that returned to her.

This time it lasted for a long time, about a few minutes.

More than ten minutes.

It was not until the girl's slender swan neck left a symbolic red mark that it ended.

When she got up and washed, the little witch felt sweet but also a little distressed.

Because the marks on her neck and lips seemed to be unable to be removed in a short time.

After pretending to be unhappy and glaring at Owen. She chose a turtleneck sweater and a scarf to cover them.