I, Hogwarts Second Week

In the tent, most people were dancing enthusiastically.

Bill and Fleur were the first to step onto the dance floor, winning everyone's warm applause. After a while, Mr. Weasley led Mrs. Delacour to the dance floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur's father.

A waltz-like dance music sounded, and even Luna couldn't help but slide to the dance floor, closing her eyes and swinging her arms.

"Do you want to go dancing?" Hermione turned to invite Owen.

Owen stared in another direction, thinking.

"No." He said, "You go and have fun. The Disillusionment Charm cannot come into contact with other people. You know, it's just a disguise."

"Oh - that's right." Hermione nodded.

At this time, Ginny ran over, her face flushed, and she said happily: "Don't sit here."

"There's someone looking for you over there, a Frenchman. It seems to be a student of Beauxbatons. She said she was a member of the D.A., I'm not sure."

"Oh - that might be Fleur's classmate. I was before" Hermione talked about her experience in France during the summer vacation last semester.

As he spoke, he and Ginny went there.

And Owen - after Hermione left, he stood up alone, walked around the bustling dance floor, and went outside the tent.

He sat down on a simple chair near the garden of the Burrow.

There were several wizards beside him.

The closest to him was a middle-aged wizard with ordinary appearance.

He had slender fingers, and his left hand was full of burn marks, like rotten dead leaves.

"Will Tom attack here?"

"Hmm-" said the middle-aged wizard next to him.

"You did it too obviously. I can't figure out why you did it?" Owen said: "Do you want to solve Tom once and for all here?"

"Really? Maybe it's a little obvious." The middle-aged wizard's voice was mixed with fatigue, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, or he was seriously injured and just recovered from a serious illness. There was no sound of strength at all. "This is not a permanent solution, but I want to verify something. And - go to a place."

"Verify something?" Owen narrowed his eyes, a trace of anger flashed in his pupils, "What to verify? Your life?"

He had seen it long ago, and Dumbledore beside him was indeed seriously injured.

Voldemort's curse caused serious curse damage to his body. There are few wizards in this world who can cure the curse left by Voldemort.

But the one who can do it is right next to him.

That is Owen himself.

Dumbledore clearly has a few weeks, but why didn't he come to find him?

He couldn't have not known that he could solve the curse.

The deeds of Rosier Magical Invalids Hospital are well known to everyone. Could it be that Dumbledore thinks that Voldemort's curse is more powerful than the Outer Gods?

And now - now, he dragged his broken body here - knowing that a war would happen - isn't this suicide?

"You will know some things later." The disguised Dumbledore said calmly.

"I'm not Harry Potter." Owen's voice was a little stiff, "Don't be a riddler in front of me - so annoying - you also want to learn Merlin - or do you think I can't guess it?" As he said, his voice was a little angry.

"You sent almost all the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix and the Union here - what do you want to do?"

"Don't care about them this time." Dumbledore was still calm, "When the battle starts, they will leave with the guests."

"And what about you? Go up and die?"

"Someone will always sacrifice. Everything is meaningful."

"Bullshit meaning." Owen scolded, then took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. "So what's the plan?"

In the original book, Dumbledore found the Gaunt ring in the old house of the Gaunt family. Because of the temptation of the resurrection stone on it, he put it on his hand, and thus was cursed to die soon.

When he knew that he would not live long, he took the opportunity to use it as bait and planned a plan to kill Voldemort.

But now, his curse can be cured, and the Horcruxes have been found almost completely, only the Gaunt Ring is still in the hands of Bella and others, so other than that - could it be Harry?

Owen was slightly startled, thinking of the test that Dumbledore just mentioned.

"Is it for Harry?"

"." Dumbledore looked at him sideways, "I have to say, you are really smart."

"Tom has reshaped his body. Do you want to test whether there is still the magic of Harry's mother's love in his body? But how to test it?"

"There will be a way." Dumbledore smiled, "But this is not the most important thing."

"Why else?"

"Also for you." A trace of decisiveness flashed in his blue eyes, "Remember what I said to Principal Dexter in the cave God-granting Tower?"

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Without waiting for Owen to speak, Dumbledore said to himself: "-At least you can still rely on your principal now, Owen. Things are not so bad that the principal's students need to face danger alone."

"Merlin-Sea of ​​Stars-Outer Gods-Supreme Will."

Dumbledore looked at Owen and blinked at him: "Death is not the end, but the beginning of another greater adventure-I think, let's go and have a look first."

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"You-" Owen was stunned, and then said: "What did you find from those bas-reliefs in the Canadian God-granting Tower? Right?"

"Ancient magic? Magic technology? Historical truth or some prophetic story?"

"No - neither." Dumbledore's eyes were as pure as clear springs, glowing with the light of humanity.

He suddenly laughed.

He looked at Owen with a smile, stretched out his hand, and held Owen with his good right hand.

In an instant, the phantom body spells on both of them disappeared.

Owen saw a face covered in burn marks.

"I can cure you." His heartstrings were touched, like ripples on a calm lake.

"No need." Dumbledore said, "I've been thinking about a lot of things during this time."

"A rare calm day."

"I think of my parents and sister. For a long time, I couldn't remember their faces. Their appearance was blurry and only a shadow remained. Sometimes I couldn't even tell what the shadow in my head was. Memory, or my imagination.

But in recent times, they have suddenly become clearer - clearer than ever before. Just like it was decades ago. As vivid as life.

I knew then that my end was probably coming. "

"Owen -" He was like a great man standing under the sun, and he was like the grandpa next door. Owen had never seen such a strong sense of relief in his eyes.

It's a bit lonely, a bit indifferent, a bit sad, a bit happy. Complex emotions, like his complex life, appeared on his face at the same time.

"After thinking about it - I think - Merlin might not harm you."

"He is also a poor man. What he had no protection can be seen everywhere today - the coat of arms of Camelot, the portrait of the Knight of the Disc. This is enough to prove that he is not a careerist or a cold-hearted person. "

"His plan - it won't be a groveling surrender. Because he is a man with hatred in his heart - more than a thousand years later, he is still angry.

Maybe - I'll see him. I thought that would probably be the most interesting meeting - what questions should I ask?

Ask him about his relationship with King Arthur? "

He smiled, as if he had remembered something, and his smile was gentle.

For a moment, Owen was speechless.

He wanted to stop Dumbledore.

Because there is always a way to survive.

But he had no reason.

The other party dragged his body, which was exhausted and dry, and was obviously ready.

He couldn't be convinced.

The sun is rising, and the golden light shines through the sparse clouds and onto the green trees and grass, covering the earth with a thin layer of golden gauze.

The breeze blows slowly from the depths of the valley, carrying the fragrance of vegetation and earth, gently brushing against the cheeks.

The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, like whispering or singing.

But these are all the same as the laughter and laughter in the tent not far away, which is getting away from Owen little by little.

in his senses.

The surroundings became silent.

A ray of sadness emerged in his heart, and he thought a lot in that moment.

About death - about gods - about the supreme will - and more about people and himself.

On the other side, on the dance floor.

As the music progressed, there were more and more people on the stage.

The atmosphere was good, and the carnival before death was so perverse.

Bottles of champagne were floating in the air among the crowd, as well as the huge wedding cake with two phoenix models on top. When the cake was opened, they spread their wings and took off.

Under the influence of alcohol, people laughed heartily, and Owen did not see Harry and the others.

On the other hand, Fred and George, the two conspicuous ones, looked stupid all over their bodies. He was chatting and laughing with Furong's classmates or cousins.

Ron was talking to Krum, and that guy actually came here.

Time passes little by little.

Owen suddenly discovered Harry's presence.

He looked around a corner and saw Harry talking to an old wizard.

He had a dandelion-like head, topped by a moth-eaten Turkish hat.

Owen thought the man looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that this was Elphias Dorje, a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

One of the few still alive friends of Dumbledore's childhood.

"He actually came here," Owen said. "Is he going to let him witness his death so that he can write his own obituary?" He looked at Dumbledore and said unceremoniously.

"We have plans in this regard." Dumbledore smiled.

"What about my grandpa?"

"He has more important things to do," Dumbledore said.

"Are you sure you want to implement your so-called plan?" Owen couldn't help but remind him again, "It's still not too late. I think at this time, the Death Eaters should be attacking the Ministry of Magic. Scrimgeour will definitely fail. He might even die. Then the Death Eaters would easily break the Burrow's wards, and that would only be a matter of minutes."

"Everyone has their share of responsibility." Dumbledore said gently. "It is fair to everyone. Scrimgeour will persist until the end. I know him. He is not a man who will give in." ”

"." Owen suddenly stood up and looked at him irritably, "Okay, okay!"

He said angrily: "I know you will have ten thousand reasons. In this case, I don't care."

He walked away.

Walking towards Harry.

"Can I sit down?"

"Of course." Harry glanced at him. "What's wrong?

What are you doing?”

"It's okay." Owen, who had removed the Disillusionment Curse, waved his hands, "It's meaningless. An old man won't listen to advice. This is a trap set by him, and there's no point in pretending."

"Ah?" Harry was stunned for a second, then said, "Is it Dumbledore's arrangement?"

"Who else could it be!" Owen said angrily, "When he dies, I will make all his information about Grindelwald public."

He spoke more and more quietly, and finally seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Kid. What are you talking about?" The old wizard named Elphias Doge sat opposite them. He asked with a breath.

"Nothing - you'll know in a few days."

"Oh! Really?" Doge said, "By the way, you look familiar - you are Owen, Owen Sanchez, right? Oh - Dumbledore told me about you, saying that you are his best student."

"Isn't his best student Voldemort?" Owen said bluntly, and directly read out the name Voldemort.

At this time, he looked like a broken jar.

"Oh - Merlin's beard!" Doggie was startled and looked around quickly.

It took more than ten seconds for him to recover.

"Don't say that name again." He warned hurriedly: "The devil who can't even mention his name has cast a spell on this name. If you say this name, he will sense your location."

"Really - someone is looking forward to it." Owen curled his lips.

On the side, Harry was not a fool. No matter how stupid he was, he could hear that Owen seemed to be a little bit wrong.

He and Dumbledore had a quarrel?

Did Dumbledore also come to the wedding?

He called Voldemort's name so directly. Isn't he afraid of attracting Voldemort?

Or - think about what Owen just said, all this was arranged by Dumbledore - is Dumbledore's arrangement that they will be attacked by Voldemort in a while?

Oh my God - Harry was shocked by the sudden thought in his heart.

He looked at Owen in disbelief, hoping to seek his denial.

And Owen - he seemed to see what Harry wanted in his heart, and he chatted directly, "It's what you think."

"How is it possible!" Harry stood up.

"Where is Dumbledore? And - we should evacuate the guests."

"No need." Owen said this word again, "He has been prepared for a long time. A foolproof plan." He picked up a large glass of butter beer on the table and drank it in a big gulp.

Then he leaned back in the chair with a bit of loneliness, and collapsed on it. "Wave goodbye to innocence, Harry. Everything is over."

"Next - it's just us."