I, Hogwarts Second Week

(This chapter has been modified)

The enchanted ceiling in the auditorium was dark and sparkling with stars.

The commotion subsided, and everyone present stared at Professor McGonagall.

Both the dead and the living were gathered in the auditorium at this moment.

She was standing on the high podium in front of the auditorium and speaking to everyone, with the professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix standing behind her.

"...The evacuation work is supervised by Mr. Filch and Madam Pomfrey. After the prefects hear my order, they will organize the students in your college and be responsible for sending them to the evacuation site in an orderly manner."

Because it was midnight, there were still many students who had not been inspired by D.A.

They arrived at the auditorium in confusion.

After hearing this terrible news, war is coming, and the final battle will be at Hogwarts.

Owen was not in the auditorium, he fainted.

A sharp pain in the head. He was then sent to the school nurse's office.

Hermione and many young wizards left with Madam Pomfrey.

"Those who have enough strength can stay." Professor McGonagall said, taking a deep breath, "But I hope everyone understands what staying means! This is a war, not a game, we are going to face the world The most dangerous dark wizard and his minions in the world, all those left behind must be prepared to die.

But no matter what, we will never back down. This is the last lesson I give you. I hope everyone here understands why we are fighting. It is a fight for Hogwarts, a fight for the future of the wizarding world, and a fight for ourselves. "

There was a loud discussion in response to her. Until a Ravenclaw girl stood up and asked, "If we evacuate, where are our things? Where are the boxes and owls?"

"It's too late to collect your belongings," Professor McGonagall said. "The most important thing is to get you out of here safely."

"Where is Professor Snape?" shouted a girl at the Slytherin table.

"To use a common phrase, he escaped," said Professor McGonagall.

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw erupted in cheers.

"We have set up defenses around the castle, but it is impossible to hold it for a long time unless we continue to strengthen this defense. Therefore, I ask that you must act quickly and calmly, and follow the arrangements of your prefects. Those who want to stay"

Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the auditorium.

More and more wizards outside arrived here.

Outside the castle, the sound of the Apparition Curse came like raindrops.

Hundreds and thousands.

Among the crowd, there were many people familiar to Owen.

Garona Noam, Winston Noam, Kent Noam, Roy Silver, Xiaolin Zhang, Basil Pierre, Craig Yaxley, Victor Norton, Newt ·Scamander, Queenie Goldstein, Tina Goldstein

Countless people.

The phantom's shifting white light fell, illuminating the wilderness as if it were daytime.

Wenda Rozier also appears at the castle.

She was accompanied by several members of the Rozier family.

They did not linger in the auditorium, but went directly to the school nurse's room.

There he met Theseus Scamander, Sirius, Lupin, Moody and others.

"What's wrong with him? Is he being controlled by something?" Sirius asked worriedly in front of the hospital bed.

Madam Pomfrey raised her wand and kept throwing out various probing spells. "No - judging from the examination results, he is very healthy. It can even be said that he is too healthy. His physical fitness is that of our normal people." Dozens of times stronger than marble.”

"How could he be unconscious?"

"I don't understand, this is beyond my knowledge." Madam Pomfrey said bluntly, "Maybe just like before, he will wake up after sleeping for a while."

"How long will it take to be comatose? Another month? We don't have that much time." Sirius said.

"Maybe it won't take that long." At this time, the door to the infirmary was pushed open.

Wenda Rochelle walked in at a leisurely pace.

"Everyone who has nothing to do with it should go out," she said.

"Hey - you" Sirius was about to say something. He was stopped by Lupine.

He shook his head. The meaning is clear.

Let them go out.

Sirius left angrily.

Lupine, Moody, and many other little wizards.

Everyone except Miss Granger was asked out of the infirmary by Wenda.

The room suddenly became quiet.

There were only sporadic breathing sounds.

Wenda took silent steps, folding her hands and leaning on her lower abdomen.

A pair of brown eyes, with a hint of sadness, fell on Owen.

She stepped forward and gently stroked the child's cheek with her slender hands.

"My bad."

Her bright red lips whispered.

Then, Wenda looked at Hermione again.

Facing this equally young face, she felt a lot of guilt in her heart.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to-"

"No -" Wenda interrupted her, "You don't know what I have done, so you choose to forgive easily."

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In front of the hospital bed, Hermione remained silent and did not refute.

She really didn't understand the past, and Owen was reluctant to tell her about it. Hermione even doubted whether he really knew the truth.

"In my years of total devotion to him. I've done a lot of wrong things. I've hurt a lot of people."

"But you have also made great achievements in human alchemy." Hermione couldn't help but retort. She had a feeling that Wenda in front of her had the same feeling as when they last met Dumbledore.

She didn't want to see that happen.

"You should feel honored. Those achievements later became weapons to defeat terrible enemies. Tragedy cannot cover up the iron-like facts. Perhaps this is your glorious mission."

"Glorious mission?" Wenda chuckled.

She recited another sentence and said meaningfully: "My glorious mission."

"Hehe." She laughed bitterly.

"Child, most missions are burdens, not glory. Believe me, you must not try to escape, because you can't bear that burden."

"You know that difficult things are things that have to be done." She looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be able to see through the girl's soul. "When I say difficult, I mean impossible. There is no comfort. You can only choose your burden."

"Bear it and pay the price of blood."

"Now. Hermione, are you ready?"

"I" Hermione was stunned.

Her eyes were wide open, with complex emotions such as shock, panic, and pain on her face.

[Star Blade] was in the pocket on her waist.

The little witch's unconcealed expression was completely seen by Wenda. This legendary wizard who had experienced many hardships had a solemn look, and sadness surged out.

"Have you also met your glorious mission?"

Hermione did not speak, and chose to remain silent again.

It's really sad.

Wenda turned her head and her eyes fell on Owen again.

She took back the hand that was stroking the boy's cheek, took out an ornament from her waist, and transformed it into a dagger with magic.

She cut her palm with the dagger, and blood gushed out. Then she used her bloody palm to touch Owen's forehead on the bed.

"Many years ago."

"My daughter." She paused for a moment, and then said: "Gabriel, I forced her to death."

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"Artificial people are very susceptible to the bewitching of the outer gods, and artificial souls are far inferior to normal people."

Wenda slowly recounted the past.

"To prevent this, I left a defect in their bodies that could destroy them. This is a blood defect, and the potion cannot work."

"Gabriel had to enter the God-granting Tower to heal herself."

"I don't know which God-granting Tower it was, but since she became pregnant, I noticed that a force that was definitely not human emerged in her body."

"Outer God?" Hermione said numbly.

"Yes--" Wenda nodded. "Part of this child's soul belongs to him, and part to the Outer Gods. He couldn't have lived. Ice and fire can never exist in one person."

"I know very well that this child cannot be born. I have studied the stone tablets in those ancient ruins and know that this is an attempt by the Outer Gods to invade our world."

"I started hunting her for two months."

"This is another wrong decision. Perhaps it was because of my coercion that she went to a dead end.

Between herself and this child, she chose her child."

"A mother's love for her child allows two completely different souls to merge into a brand new one."

"Just like Harry's mother saved Harry." Hermione looked solemnly, she looked at Owen, and for the first time learned about the bloody past.

"Mother--" The young woman didn't quite understand the powerful power behind this identity.

She just suddenly contacted her mother.

Thoughts gradually stretched out.

"Mother!" Wenda said heavily.

She was awakening Owen's part of his mother's soul with her own blood. Or consciousness.

Her palms lit up with brilliant light.

It was like a star falling into the earth, breaking through the atmosphere, and bursting out with brilliance.

That was the ancient magic in her body.

It was the reward given to her by Merlin.

"Now, I can understand a little bit."

"Grandma?" Hermione's thoughts suddenly returned to her body from the ends of the earth.

She looked at Wenda.

Watching her originally black hair turn pale in an instant.

The skin on her face also became rough in a few breaths.

"Don't worry--" Wenda's old voice sounded: "This is what I should have done a long time ago, I should have done it a long time ago."

"It is a blessing to have such an ending."

She was like a flower that was drained of water, and it dried up and withered in the blink of an eye.

Wenda looked at Hermione.

As the vitality was quickly withdrawn.

Wenda returned to the physical state she should be at this age, but such a change was too fierce, and she might not survive this night.

On the other side, as these ancient magic entered Owen's body.

It was like a flint, and it ignited the others at once.

Suddenly, his consciousness was stretched.

It was as if a pair of big hands grabbed him.

When Owen's shattered consciousness became clear again.

His five senses returned.

The first thing he felt was wetness.

Owen slowly crawled out of a bush, his body covered with green juice left by plants, and his limbs were covered with mud.

"Where is this?"

"In your little head." A woman answered the question for him.

"Mom." Owen looked at the woman who came from the wilderness.

The same long silver hair, green eyes full of joy.

"Why am I back here again?" he asked in confusion.

"Maybe it was my mother's magic, maybe that's the magic of love." Gabriel answered with a little sadness.

"Grandma? She came to Hogwarts?" Owen was surprised, "You mean her magic."

"I think you have guessed the secret of your soul."

"Well--" Owen nodded, "half human and half ghost." He said sarcastically.

"Mother used the ancient magic she mastered to awaken that part of you."

"What about grandma?"

"She is old, maybe..."

Gabriel walked up to Owen, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his hair, "She still hasn't come out. I heard what she said just now."

"I don't hate her now. Because she prompted your birth."

"I don't think this is anything to be happy about." Owen said calmly.

"This is my happiest thing." Gabriel straightened Owen's cheek and let him look into her eyes.

"You are my treasure."

"Treasure." Owen raised his mouth slightly, and then he was embraced by his mother.

"I will accompany you at the end." She said.

"Don't be afraid, don't be panic."

"It will be easier than falling asleep."

Suddenly, Owen's body emitted a bright light.

This spiritual world is also collapsing rapidly.

The gentle singing of his mother came to his ears.

Distant, as if it was a revival in ancient times.

"The first witch song I sang for you:

People often say that good people will be helped by heaven.

The giant Ryan once sang loudly to warn his lover Lindemo to panic.

You must throw away all the dangers of worry in your heart from your shoulders.

Ignore the gossip and gossip of others, you should make your own way in life.

Only you can save yourself."

The next moment, on the bed in the Hogwarts School Infirmary, Owen suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw the Gothic ceiling.

He also saw Wenda, who looked a hundred years old, completely different from usual.

"Grandma?"

"Oh - don't worry." Wenda waved her hand.

She fell on another bed and said casually, "I'm just a little tired and need to rest."

Owen naturally knew the reason.

But he didn't expect that after paying the ancient magic, she would change so much.

He immediately got up from the bed.

His body was better than ever before, and he had endless strength.

It was just that his head was dizzy, probably because he had just woken up from a coma and hadn't recovered yet.

Owen supported his grandmother and helped her lie on another bed.

Wenda looked at him with love in her eyes.

Owen didn't say anything, he could feel that Wenda was exhausted at this moment.

He wanted to save her, but was stopped.

"Go, don't worry about me."

"I will always watch you."

"But you." Owen opened his mouth.

"This is my choice, nothing else."

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