I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Mr. Merlin." Hermione was shocked by the illusory figure that appeared behind her.

She would never forget that look in her life.

"I knew that Owen would not come. How should I put it? Is this considered tsundere?" Merlin rubbed his chin and said to himself.

He was still the same.

He had a long flowing silver hair, tied up in an elegant way.

His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world.

He wore gorgeous robes, the material of which looked light and noble, with delicate patterns embroidered on them.

If you don't count his casual personality, he can be called a handsome man with a graceful demeanor.

"Well, well, the result is the same." He looked at Hermione: "It's been a long time. Um, well, it's been several years for you, but it's just a blink of an eye for me."

"Sir." Hermione had ten thousand questions in her heart.

But when she really faced Merlin, she didn't know how to ask these questions.

Or rather, all the questions in her heart seemed to disappear and become unimportant.

"Well, although I will mostly use lies and silence to get by with the troublesome matter of human growth and guidance, I will answer your questions sincerely today. Come on, come on, ask any questions you have. Of course, not asking a single question is also an option. For me, it would be great if you could do that."

"." Merlin's straightforwardness surprised Hermione a little. Although she had long known that this famous wizard looked like an unreliable guy, it was not good to be so straightforward.

"Huh--" The little witch took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and then asked the most important question.

She pointed to the 'corpse' next to her and said, "Is that you? Why did you do this?"

"Oh? You don't know the reason yet?" The illusory Merlin was very surprised.

He looked at Hermione carefully, and after a while he said, "I'm sorry, if you don't find the reason yourself, then..."

"Do you want to become a god?" Hermione interrupted him and said, "[Star Blade] or [Prometheus Blade], it can ignite the soul fire and make mortals become gods!"

"Oh! That's right." Merlin nodded. Not surprised.

"Then did you succeed?" Hermione asked.

"No - I failed for some reason." Merlin said naturally.

"Why?"

"Of course. Because I'm not human. Although I have a human form, I'm not a creature like you.

Although I'm praised as a sage, I'm not doing this for humans. I'm a hybrid of a nightmare and a human.

A nightmare is a spiritual body that parasitizes humans. Basically, they don't have a "self". They only copy the personality of the human they parasitize. A nightmare only sees humans as a source of nutrition to exploit.

But I'm half human, so I only have a half-self...with purpose and consciousness. The reason I'm praised as a sage is that I learned that as long as I do this, everyone will accept me."

"Human? Must it be a human?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"No - humans are not important." Merlin said: "But some of their characteristics and powers are important.

And I was born with no feelings for humans themselves. Humans themselves are boring, but the things between humans that transcend time are valuable. And that thing is the most important."

"I only understood it after I failed."

"So you chose Owen and made him the second one?" The little witch finally asked the question buried in her heart.

She had vaguely realized something very early on.

She realized that she might lose the most precious thing.

She just didn't want to face it, always thinking that fate was still far away from her.

Merlin fell silent for a while.

He could answer very coldly, but he didn't want to hurt the girl in front of him.

"I am an alien pretending to be human. Although it seems that I can learn from humans and have feelings, I still don't understand human feelings.

Of course, I have intelligence. So I understand the pain of humans.

However, I don't understand the heaviness of this pain.

In the final analysis, the nightmare is just "someone's dream". Even if you can talk about love and hate, you can't tell its heaviness."

The illusory shadow of someone was outlined in Merlin's eyes.

That was the root of all his purposes.

He never had his own dreams, he regarded other people's dreams as his survival goals.

"Is there no other way?" Hermione heard the meaning behind Merlin's words.

Her voice became more and more dull, and it sounded like she was begging.

"No one knows what the final outcome of you humans will be." Merlin said, "So don't worry, maybe everything will be fine. Maybe he will come back."

"Will he come back?"

"Maybe."

Suddenly, Merlin's real body lit up with pink light.

Then countless pink flowers grew out of his body.

The flowers became more and more, gradually covering his body.

"Ding-dong--"

It was the sound of metal hitting the ground.

The petals fell away, and only the [Star Blade] remained on the ground.

There was also a sword, a slender sword inlaid with gems and inscriptions. It was placed at the feet of the body.

"Please accept this sword." The illusory Merlin stretched out his hand and pointed at the long sword with complicated and gorgeous patterns, "It was originally broken. I repaired it. Now I give it to you. I hope You can be the second Arthur."

Then he pointed at the [Star Blade].

"I leave the choice in your hands, little girl."

"Maybe he doesn't need to do what I did. The world is not that bad and he can still get by with repairs."

"I'm not forcing you. I also don't think it's a shame if you hide it. Most things in this world are meaningless to an individual, and there's nothing wrong with choosing what you value."

"For hundreds of years, I have looked down at humans from a high tower. I have increasingly felt that humans are stupid, not from a philosophical point of view, but from a biological point of view.

There is no other intellectual life form in this universe that is as full of waste as humans, and at the same time, there is no other existence that is so full of surprises.

Humans are indeed creatures full of shortcomings.

but--

But the history you depict is extremely beautiful.

That's all I can say for sure. No matter what the outcome is, it is something valuable enough to remain in this universe. "

"Today, many years later, I am no longer as obsessed with changing my destiny as I was at the beginning. Not making a choice is also a choice."

Merlin said a lot.

He suddenly smiled, like a spiritual flower pulling out its buds.

The illusory figure floated upward like smoke.

Float higher, toward the stars and the universe.

"It is my sincere hope that we will never meet again, Miss Hermione Granger.

If we never meet again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night. "

The ethereal sound completely dissipated with the last wisp of smoke.

Hermione stood there, staring blankly at everything.

Don't know what decision to make.

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How long did the battle at the Divine Grant Tower last?

Owen couldn't understand the question.

That place seemed to be related to the spirit. He didn't feel hungry or tired.

Maybe it lasted a long time, maybe it was just a moment.

When he kills the last dark creature.

Gather the last bit of dark malice into his body.

When the light of all the heroic spirits converged on him alone.

The light and shadow in front of Owen's eyes suddenly changed.

It was as if he had turned into a star.

Light and shadow flashed rapidly in front of his eyes, moving backwards faster than the speed of light. He felt as if he was flying through the universe, side by side with the stars, and saw strange planets and scenery.

Each planet represents a memory of the stars.

During the star's long journey over countless years, it passed through many places.

Some of those planets are full of life, and there are even life forms that are completely different from those on Earth. Some are crumbling, broken into pieces, and eventually torn into interstellar dust by the star's gravity.

Some - Owen didn't have time to observe, too many, too many.

Until a blue planet he was most familiar with appeared in his field of vision.

The stars on his body were shining brighter and brighter, and they were as colorful as a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand fireworks being lit at the same time.

Then, Owen's eyes went blank.

The bright light obscured his vision.

When he came to his senses again, Owen found that he had returned to reality.

This is still a place he is very familiar with. He has been here many times in the past few years. The circular walls are covered with portraits of people. They are talking quietly. Among them, the one facing Owen It was Dumbledore, smiling as usual.

This is the Hogwarts principal's office, which is almost exactly the same as when Dumbledore was still there, except that the owner behind the desk is no longer Dumbledore, but Snape in black robes.

He stared closely at Owen who suddenly appeared, his eyes flashing with danger.

"It's surprising." Snape said slowly, in a whisper-like voice, without any warmth, but enough for Owen to hear clearly.

"Owen Sanchez, you're actually here."

Facing Owen, he looked surprised. In addition, Snape had some indescribable expression on his face.

"I guess the founder put the focus here." Irving guessed to himself.

"Well, it's been a long time, Professor. It seems like you've been having a bad time recently. Your hair is so shiny, do you really have no time to spare?"

Owen said cheerfully, sitting down in the chair across from his desk.

"Maybe this is the mess someone caused."

"Agree!" Owen raised his hands, "If you want to blame, just blame Dumbledore!"

He looked at the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall.

"Yes, from his stupidity." Snape glanced at Dumbledore's portrait. "This is no longer the Hogwarts you are familiar with. If I want, I can summon a bunch of dark wizards and dementors at any time, as well as terrifying monsters you don't understand. They are all minions of the Dark Lord. You can defeat them." How many?"

Snape said, with a look of disgust, "The Order failed, Dumbledore's plan failed, the Dark Lord is now far more powerful than before, and there is no way we can defeat him. I would have thought you would be smarter." , such as escaping abroad with Porter."

"He won't run away. He has Lily's blood on him." Owen said firmly.

These words instantly aroused Snape's anger. "Stop mentioning that name!"

"Do you know how much he has gained from the goblins in such a short time? He is almost a god! As for his minions, a group of dark wizards from abroad are helping him. They are capturing Muggles in remote areas and transforming them into monsters. Do you know how many there are?"

"One hundred thousand?"

"One million!" Snape roared.

"There are also vampires, werewolves, and various dark creatures. Theseus Scamander is so stupid that he still wants to attack Hogwarts in this situation."

"Huh? Theseus Scamander is attacking Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" Snape said coldly.

"Then what are you doing here? Delaying time?"

"I have to pretend that I don't know so that I won't be suspected by those idiots. No one is here to inform me now!"

"Oh, smart!"

Owen seemed very casual, without any sense of urgency about the coming war.

"Tell you what plan you and Dumbledore or Grindelwald are carrying out, but I must remind you that he is no longer the same as before. With the blessing of the dark power, his strength is terrifying. I don't want you to fail after I do what I should do."

"We will win!" Owen said simply.

"That's the best, because I really don't see the point of attacking Hogwarts Castle at this time. It just creates an opportunity for him to destroy you." Snape said.

"I guess it's because the best way to defeat the mysterious man is to lure the snake out of the hole and not let him develop any further."

Snape did not refute, he looked directly into Owen's eyes. At this time, a voice came from a portrait on the wall: "They started to attack."

"I know." Snape rubbed his wrist.

"Go to the hall."

Before Owen could say anything, he had hurried through the room. The black robe quickly merged with the shadow of the room.

Owen did not leave the principal's office immediately.

He talked with many principals for a while.

They all knew the truth about ancient magic.

Headmaster Dexter talked to him the longest, and he was very happy to get out of that hellhole.

And Dumbledore seemed to have said enough, and just smiled at him.

Ten minutes later.

When Owen left the headmaster's office and returned to the long-lost castle corridor, Snape was gone. The corridor in front of him was quiet, and the candlelight sprinkled on the two stone monsters in front of the office, and a set of armor was hidden in the darkness not far away. It was only a few months since he returned to Hogwarts, but he felt like he had been here for many years.

Everything around him was familiar and strange.

Owen walked quickly towards the auditorium.

If it was to drive away the Death Eaters in Hogwarts, it would be the venue for the decisive battle.

"Go back to the dormitory, you damned little brats, otherwise, I will recite the Cruciatus Curse to you, and I will make you live a life worse than death."

As he turned the corner, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the dim front.