I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by an indescribable majesty and power.

He slowly raised the Phoenix Crystal Wand.

As his mind focused, a majestic ancient magic power from ancient times began to surge out from his limbs and bones, gathering into a torrent, and finally injected into the wand that was shining with mysterious light.

In an instant, an invisible storm seemed to blow in the hall. Owen's robe was blown by this terrifying potential energy, and his long hair was completely thrown into the sky by this force, like a galaxy, showing an extraordinary beauty in the interweaving of light and shadow.

At this moment, Owen waved the wand without hesitation, and dozens of milky white light balls streaked across the sky like meteors and hit other fairies around the hall.

A miracle happened. Under the illumination of the light ball, the first fairy suddenly and violently spit out a bunch of gorgeous blooming spiritual flowers. The flowers were pink and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Then, more fairies began to spit out flowers, and the whole hall seemed to be cast into a sea of ​​flowers.

The pink flowers covered the entire hall. They were not only beautiful, but also contained a strange soul power. In this sea of ​​flowers, rational people seemed to be able to feel an inexplicable connection. They could vaguely hear the voices of the deceased from those pink petals. Those voices were either gentle consolation or affectionate confession, making the whole hall filled with a faint sadness and longing.

As time went by, the horns on the fairies gradually disappeared, and the fear and pain in their eyes also dissipated.

Although the body still looked extremely weak.

They supported each other, with the light of rebirth flashing in their eyes, and were full of gratitude and awe for Owen.

After doing all this, Owen stood up slowly, his eyes cold and deep, and he scanned the hall, and finally fixed his sight on the goblin king, who was now pale and full of madness.

The dry and decayed body of Ragnak XVII burst out a bit of vitality in the extreme excitement.

He said to Owen in a trembling voice, almost begging: "Hurry - I am willing to pay any price, I can give you any treasure in my treasure house, including the legendary Gryffindor sword. Save me - let me save my life!"

Owen heard the words, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he said sternly: "Shut up! The Gryffindor sword belongs to Hogwarts."

"No - it is a goblin's treasure, stolen by wizards." The king argued.

For goblins, the legitimate owner of any thing is its maker, not the buyer. Everything made by goblins, in the eyes of goblins, should belong to them.

The buyer only has the right to use it during his lifetime.

Once the buyer dies, the goblin has the right to take back the item.

The Gryffindor Sword is a legendary weapon. It has magical powers.

It can be permanently strengthened and can absorb things that can strengthen it.

For example, snake venom - the previous Gryffindor Sword could not destroy Horcruxes. It was because Dumbledore used the Gryffindor Sword to kill the basilisk in the second year, and the sword absorbed the basilisk's poison, and then it had the ability to destroy Horcruxes.

When Godric Gryffindor was alive, the goblins wanted to steal such treasures, but they failed.

"The Gryffindor Sword belongs to Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts - the materials and expenses of the sword were paid by Gryffindor himself. You goblins just forged it on his behalf." Hermione said sternly.

"And -" As she said this, a hint of sarcasm was revealed in her eyes. "It seems that it is not certain whether the forging technology used by you goblins belongs to goblins!"

Hermione does not believe that goblins only get the technology of artificial creatures from such a large ancient relic underground.

"Saying that the sword of Gryffindor belongs to goblins is the most shameless statement I have ever heard."

"Okay." Owen raised his hand, indicating that Hermione did not need to waste words with this greedy king. He said directly: "If you want to live, just listen to me. Remember, your life is in my hands now."

Then, Owen repeated the order he had given to the goblin France before without missing a word.

At this moment, the goblin king was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. How dare he resist or hesitate?

What Gryffindor sword - what ancient relics - what treasures. He didn't care at all - nothing was more precious than his own survival.

He immediately ordered the goblin nobles who had just been cured to execute Owen's orders, and at the same time stared at Owen with eager eyes, fearing that he would suddenly change his mind.

"Hehe——" The boy raised a meaningful smile.

He knew clearly in his heart that he would not easily heal the king at this moment. After all, [Bad Omen] was the knife on Ragnak XVII's head. Only if this knife was always hanging high, he would not do evil.

"Sirius——" Owen called, and then whispered a few words in Sirius's ear.

Sirius heard this, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and then nodded, without asking any more questions, he left the royal court hall as fast as an arrow.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"I asked Sirius to guard the entrance to the Eternal City." Owen turned around and explained to Hermione: "I'm worried that the bewitched traitors might escape."

"You two stay here. Maybe the traitors will try to kill the king."

"Yeah." Hermione and Koyatel nodded.

As for Owen - he asked the goblins in the hall to find a goblin in charge of the cultivation area first.

He had some guesses to ask.

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The action to capture the traitor was very fast.

As Owen guessed, the goblins bewitched by the Outer Gods were only a few after all. Although they were not affected by the [evil omen] on their bodies because of the Outer Gods, the difference in numbers still made most of them fall into the net quickly without any precautions.

However, a few cunning traitors still managed to escape, and their escape direction was directly towards the entrance of the Eternal City.

The goblins sent people to chase them.

In addition, Sirius was there early, so it seemed that this group of traitors could not cause much trouble.

About two hours later, the palace was already busy and solemn. The arrested traitors were escorted here one by one, lined up densely, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

Owen didn't waste words. He started the interrogation without any hesitation or delay.

For those ordinary goblin researchers who did not directly participate in the rebellion, Owen adopted a quick and efficient method - soul-reading spell.

As for those goblins bewitched by the outer gods, Owen adopted a more cautious strategy. He knew the risks of direct spells, especially with the precedent of Coatel, he dared not take it lightly.

If spells didn't work, he could only use potions.

He did have some truth serum. The amount was very small, only a small ampoule, which was only enough for one goblin at most.

With the help of the goblin France, Owen poured the precious little truth serum into the main person in charge of the cultivation area, a goblin named Charlie with a photographic memory.

Then Owen began the interrogation.

As the truth serum took effect, Charlie's face gradually turned pale and distorted, and he could no longer hide his true identity and purpose.

First of all, the other party was not a goblin loyal to the Goblin Kingdom.

Rather, it was an insider from the Goblin Brotherhood.

Their purpose this time was as Owen guessed, that is, to transform all the goblins in the entire Goblin Kingdom into [Sons of Evil Omen].

But what surprised others was that according to the goblin of the Brotherhood, the embryo occupied by the Outer God in the culture area was not brought by them. It was studied by scholars in the Goblin Kingdom themselves, and they just discovered this secret by accident.

The goblins headed by France strongly denied this and insisted that everything was a conspiracy of the Brotherhood and had nothing to do with them.

Of course, words are not enough. After Owen directly used the mind to chant the spell, the truth soon came to light.

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In the next few days, the Goblin Kingdom began to return to peace.

Owen naturally did not have time to stay here to remove the curse for every goblin, so Rochelle Magic Disability Hospital could do it.

The alchemical magic prop invented by Victor - a nuclear magnetic resonance device similar to a Muggle - is much easier to solve the [Bad Omen] on the goblins than to remove the [Bad Omen] on the infected people in Italy before, because the [Bad Omen] on the goblins does not have the ability to transform people into [Sons of Bad Omens], but is more of a curse.

It is naturally easier to deal with.

As for the ancient ruins under the Eternal City.

To be honest, the magic world can no longer mobilize manpower.

The main reason is that it can't mobilize trustworthy manpower. Now is the war era, and the struggle with the Death Eaters has reached a white-hot stage. It is really impossible to send a group of scholars who understand ancient runes to come here.

All these can only be discussed after the war is over.

"When do you plan to leave?"

After the goblin incident, Owen and others returned to Britain.

There are a lot of information obtained from the Goblin Brotherhood, but the most important one is about Coatel's life experience.

"In a few days."

In the chapel of Thornfield Castle, the little wizards are gathering together to discuss future plans.

"I'll go with her," Ron said.

"Yeah, that's fine." Owen thought for a moment and said, "The war in Europe has not yet spread to New Zealand. There shouldn't be any danger there."

As he said that, Koyatel suddenly looked at him.

He asked earnestly, "Have you guessed it a long time ago?"

"Almost." Owen nodded calmly, "I guessed it when I saw the embryo in the culture area."

"Silver hair and red eyes - more importantly, there are not many people or bloodlines in this world who can carry ancient magic - only the Weasley family and Zhang Xiaolin are known to be a few. And me - you know my grandmother has cooperated with the Fairy Brotherhood, she would never allow her bloodline to be used as a test subject by fairies.

Combining this information, I gradually outlined an outline in my mind. After all the calculations, the most likely answer is you, Coatl. Or the Stewart family."

Owen said calmly, these were connected the moment he saw the embryo, but without evidence, he naturally did not dare to assert, but after peeking into the memories of many fairies, Owen was very sure that his guess was correct.

"Why did Quetzalcoatl choose you? It's definitely not because of your personal will or anything - after all, you were just a fetus in your mother's womb at that time. So it can only be blood."

"I said before that Stuart, the founder of Ilvermorny School of Magic, and his wife Aesop Sear are direct descendants of Salazar Slaterlin.

Although the Stuart family has been passed down for countless generations, Salazar's bloodline has become very thin.

But you are different - your bloodline has regressed, which can be confirmed by the Salazar wand in your hand and the ability to speak snake language."

"So I guess someone in the Fairy Brotherhood transferred your bloodline to the Fairy Kingdom. The Fairy Kingdom should have been studying Stuart's bloodline for many years."

"Fairies are damned." Koyatel said angrily.

Owen glanced at her.

After learning the truth in the Fairy Kingdom that day, Koyatel killed all the fairies involved in the plan.

It can be said to be cruel.

If it weren't for the fact that the life of the goblin king was in his hands, a fight would have broken out.

But it was understandable that she did so. The pain she had experienced and her brothers and sisters who died in the experiment, such deep hatred could not be easily erased.

If these things happened to him.

Then there would be no goblins in this world.

So Owen would not say anything big for the sake of the overall situation, in order to win over the goblins to us.

Even Hermione chose to escape without seeing or being disturbed.

"Harry, what are your plans next?" On the bench in the chapel, Hermione frowned slightly, and then quickly changed the subject.

"Me?" Harry's eyes were full of confusion, "I want to go to Godric's Hollow. To see my parents."

"I'll go with Harry." Ginny said quickly: "Hermione, what about you?"

"Me?" Hermione turned her head and glanced at Owen. "I plan to spend some time studying the stone tablets unearthed from the ancient ruins of the Fairy Kingdom. There should be some information we need on them. In addition, it is also important to establish contact with Hogwarts. Among those little wizards who were forced to return to Hogwarts, there must be some who are willing to resist. We need to contact them, train them, and make them our helpers so that we can hide back in the castle when the opportunity arises."