I, Hogwarts Second Week

Dumbledore stared at Owen, his eyes that could see into people's hearts, sparkling with tears at this moment. He slowly shook his head, his voice gentle but firm: "No, I hope your fate is not much more than this."

"But please forgive me, I don't know everything. What will happen after everything is beyond my imagination."

"I know. But that's not what I care about." Owen's voice was a little more indignant. "The kind of people who are kept in the dark and pushed like a clown on the road they have paved. The feeling suffocates me. I never speak easily, but my heart is full of anger."

"Someone pulled me over and poured a lot of messy memories into my head. The final purpose was just to make me die correctly."

"He treats people as tools from beginning to end. That kind of face makes people want to chop off his head."

"Oh - Merlin!" Dumbledore said feebly, as if he was forcing himself to look at Owen. "You can't expect a wizard who has been planning for more than 1,600 years to still have compassion. This may be a luxury for him. Besides - he has also suffered many life and death, with relatives and friends."

"I know how it feels."

"You should know the secret of my sister, what those Muggles did, and what she became. You know that my poor father paid the price and died miserably in Azkaban in order to avenge her. You know My mother gave up her life to take care of Ariana."

"Young me resented all this, Owen." Dumbledore spoke frankly and calmly. At this moment, his eyes passed over Owen's head and looked into the distance.

"And Merlin, he witnessed the fall of a dynasty. The collapse of the Disc Knight. His pain is ten thousand times stronger than mine."

"I can understand his choice."

"I'm just a little resentful." Owen also looked into the distance, "His smart arrangements are disgusting."

"Huh..." He took a deep breath, and the restlessness in his heart calmed down instantly.

There are some things that he is willing to do and being forced to do them are two different things.

Merlin should not take away people's power to choose.

That's a sign of dignity.

In the distance, the heroic spirits are still fighting against the evil in the darkness.

The two sides pulled each other back, and for a while there was a stalemate.

"What's going on with this Divine Grant Tower?" Owen asked.

He actually knows the secret himself.

The remaining memories of those ancient capable men and lofty ideals were still in his mind.

But those memories were too messy and disorderly, and the place was too dangerous, so naturally he couldn't calm down and read through them.

But Owen knew that Dumbledore must have seen those memories.

And he had plenty of time to think. He came three times.

"This is a ruined divine tower." said the old principal.

"destruction?"

"Yes -" Dumbledore explained: "Its original location should be Azkaban. But thousands of years ago, the Divine Grant Tower could no longer bind the essence of the alien gods in it. Later, this part of the power escaped , the heir at that time spent a lot of effort to expel this part of the power to another world, and then established the connection station.”

"Another world?" Owen looked up and looked around.

Could it be that I am actually in another world at this time?

"It's not really a world. It's not that big here." Dumbledore pointed at the edge of the island. "That's the edge of the world. The size is the island you see."

"The darkness around us is caused by that part of the world that is constantly nibbling away, trying to get back into our world."

"Compared to the Divine Grant Tower, this world has almost no defense. That's why the heir established a connection station because he needs someone to resist the spread of darkness every once in a while."

"This is already another world. Will the power of the outer gods continue to grow? Shouldn't it gradually dissipate?" Owen frowned and asked, what is this unreasonable increase in magic power? Perpetual motion machine?

"No." Dumbledore looked at him, "Remember what I just said that the original location of the Divine Grant Tower was the current Azkaban?

Dementors are monsters created by alien gods, and the souls they extract will be gathered to alien gods. As a result, its magic power continues to grow. "

"Hasn't anyone tried to eliminate the dementors in all these years?"

"Of course there is." Dumbledore affirmed: "But it is very difficult. First of all, not everyone has strong strength. The Patronus Curse of an ordinary wizard will naturally have no problem dealing with one or two Dementors, but once it comes to Zikaban, under the influence of thousands of dementors around him, even I couldn't fight against them and could only barely protect myself.

Before the Ministry of Magic reached cooperation with Azkaban. The Wizards Council has repeatedly tried to organize manpower to completely eliminate the Dementors. But every time they failed, many people died for no reason. After a long time, no one will be willing to do this thankless thing. "

"Besides, deep underground in Azkaban, the dark depths where the Dementors were created, there must be methods left by the Outer Gods. It would be difficult for the heirs to deal with them, and ordinary people may have no chance of defeating them.

Over time, subsequent heirs also lost the truth about the Dementors. "

"Wait a minute - you just said that there are things left by the alien gods in Azkaban." Owen suddenly remembered that during the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort chose Azkaban as the venue for his resurrection.

At that time, he just thought that the other party was hiding in Azkaban. No one would think that he would hide in Azkaban. Just like the warden would never think that the escaped prisoner disguised himself as a prison guard and hid in another prison.

This is the inertia of thinking.

Now Owen realized that the reason why Voldemort chose Azkaban was not just because he was hiding in Azkaban. He also wanted the power of the Outer God.

"I'm afraid that part of the power has been taken away by Tom." Dumbledore said lightly.

"It seems that it is true." Owen nodded slowly, which was almost certain.

"What should I do now?" he asked again.

"Wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes. In a moment, you will defeat the darkness around you. This is not difficult for you. Because the darkness will be consumed by these heroic souls."

"This is the last power of the Outer God left in this world. After that, it will be a decisive battle with Voldemort."

"Decisive battle." Owen murmured.

His eyes looked into the distance.

He couldn't help but hold the wand in his hand tighter.

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Harry wanted to go to Godric's Hollow immediately. But Hermione had other ideas.

She believed that Voldemort would expect Harry to go to the place where his parents died to pay tribute, so she suggested that Harry observe outside Godric's Hollow for a few days before going there.

So Harry and Ginny did not enter the valley immediately, but prepared outside for a whole week - until Halloween was completely over.

They prepared some Polyjuice Potion, and then got some hair from the Muggle residents on the road to the valley, disguised their identities, and then entered the valley.

Harry became a bald middle-aged Muggle.

Ginny became his thin and small wife who looked a bit like a mouse.

They were dressed tightly, with their wands hidden in their sleeves, and were ready for everything.

Then they Apparated into the valley.

The cold air pierced their cheeks like needles, and they passed more houses along the way, any of which might have been where James and Lily had lived.

Harry looked at the snow-covered front doors, roofs and porches and wondered if he could remember anything, though deep down he knew it was impossible, for he had been gone forever when he was only a year old. He didn't even know if he would ever see the house again, or what happened to people who died under the Fidelius Charm.

The lane turned left and the heart of the village - a small square - appeared before them.

In the middle of the square was a war memorial-like building, half hidden behind windswept fir trees and decorated with colored lights. There were a few shops, a post office, a pub, and a small church, with stained glass windows shining like jewels across the square.

The snow was compacted here.

It was hard and slippery where people had walked all day. Villagers crisscrossed in front of them, briefly illuminated by street lamps. Snatches of laughter and pop music came from the pub doors as they opened and closed.

"Harry, look!" Ginny pointed at the memorial.

It changed as they passed.

It was no longer an obelisk with names engraved on it, but a statue of three people: a man with messy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair, beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snowflakes fell on the heads of the three of them, like soft white velvet hats.

Harry walked closer and stared at the faces of his parents. He had never thought there would be a sculpture... How strange, seeing himself carved in stone, a happy baby, without a scar on his head...

"Let's go." Harry said after admiring enough.

The two continued to walk towards the church, and when they left, the statue turned into a war memorial again.

The door of the church was closed, and there was a path leading to the cemetery behind. Indistinctly, many tombstones could be seen there.

There was a narrow door at the entrance of the moor. Ginny pushed it open as gently as possible, and the two got in. The path leading to the church door was slippery, with deep snow on both sides and untrodden. They walked through the snow, carefully following the shadows under the bright windows and going around to the back of the house, leaving deep grooves behind them.

Behind the church, rows of snow-covered tombstones stood on the light blue silver, with dazzling red, gold and green spots dotted in between, which were the projections of stained glass on the snow. Harry held his wand tightly in his pocket and walked towards the nearest tombstone.

"Where are they?" Ginny asked in a low voice.

In order to hide, they did not dare to cast spells in a big way.

It was gray and visibility was very low around them. There were thousands of tombstones here, and it was really not easy to find them.

"Let's look for them separately." Harry suggested.

Then the two of them went to the depths of the cemetery, bending down to carefully read the inscriptions on the ancient tombstones, and occasionally looking into the darkness around them to make sure there were no one else.

There were many surnames of ancient wizard families on the tombstones. Among them, many were famous wizard surnames that appeared in the history of magic. In addition, there were many ordinary Muggles. From this, it can be seen that this town is a mixed population of wizards and Muggles.

Ginny looked at them one by one until she saw a familiar name.

"Harry, look." She called Harry over.

Pointing to a dark tombstone, on the moss-covered granite, was engraved Kendra Dumbledore, and below the birth and death dates was his daughter Ariana. There was also a motto: Where the treasure is, there the heart is also.

"These are Dumbledore's mother and sister." Harry's heart suddenly shrank. He was deeply impressed by this name, because not long ago, Rita Skeeter's legendary wizard biography finally released its last volume.

It recorded many secrets.

He also bought a copy, mainly to see how Rita Skeeter wrote about herself. She wrote the latest volume about Dumbledore's life until last year.

There is a separate chapter in the book to write about him, Hermione and other young wizards in Hogwarts.

They are not good words.

In the book, Rita Skeeter portrayed Dumbledore as an ambitious conspirator who cultivated them to gain greater benefits.

In short, he only read one article superficially and threw the book into an unknown corner.

"There is also a person named Abbot next to it. Maybe this is Hannah's lost relative!"

"Maybe." Harry shook his head and looked away from the tombstones of Dumbledore's mother and sister.

"I didn't hear Hannah say that their family lived in Godric's Hollow." Ginny murmured, and then walked to the next row of tombstones.

Then she walked a few steps.

Just two rows away from Kendra and Ariana, a white marble tombstone appeared in front of them. Harry stared at the words on the tombstone, and those words seemed to glow in the dark. He didn't need to kneel down or even walk very close to see the inscription on it.

James Potter, born on March 27, 1960, died on October 31, 1981.

Lily Potter, born on January 30, 1960, died on October 31, 1981.

The inscription below is: The last enemy to be eliminated is death.

Harry read these words slowly, as if he had only one chance to understand their meaning, and he read the last line aloud, "The last enemy to be eliminated is death... What does this mean?"

He didn't finish this sentence because a terrible thought appeared in his mind. At that moment, he thought of Voldemort.

This seemed to be his idea!

Conquer death, just like he named his organization "Death Eaters".

"Isn't this the idea of ​​the Death Eaters?" Harry said.

"Harry." Ginny explained: "It means that life transcends death, and it is still alive after death. Many powerful wizards would choose this sentence as the inscription on their tombstones before they died. As Dumbledore often said, death is the next great adventure."

"Really?" Harry calmed down.

His eyes fell on the land behind the tombstone.

Death is a great adventure

Death is a great adventure

He chanted this sentence in his heart, thinking of the rotting corpses of his parents lying under the soil and stones, cold and unconscious. Suddenly a wave of sadness surged in his heart.