I, Hogwarts Second Week

Just as the boy was about to say something last.

Suddenly, a voice resounded throughout Hogwarts.

The voice was high, cold, and clear. It was hard to tell where it came from. It seemed to come from the wall itself.

"I know you are preparing to resist."

In the hall, students screamed in terror. Some of them huddled together. They looked around in fear, looking for the source of the sound.

"Your efforts are useless. You are not my opponent. All resistance is stupid. I don't want to kill you. I respect the professors of Hogwarts very much. I don't want wizards to bleed."

There was silence in the hall, and this silence oppressed people's eardrums. This silence was so huge that it seemed that the hall could not contain it.

"You can choose to surrender. This is the wisest choice. Surrendering to me, a god, is not a shameful thing. Surrender to me, and I will mercifully forgive all your previous sins."

"Finally, hand over Harry Potter and that Owen Rozier. Hand them over, I will reward you. Hand them over, and you will become God's messengers in the new world."

"I'll give you an hour."

After hearing these voices, Owen's face did not change. He even wanted to laugh.

Threats are useless at this time.

Can people who can launch rebellions surrender now?

It's just a dream.

"Okay." Wenda's voice on the bed was already very weak. "I think you can't wait."

"Go quickly." She urged.

Owen and Hermione looked at each other.

In the end, no more persuasion was made.

As she said, this was her choice. It was time to end the dispute that originated from sixty or seventy years ago.

The two left the school infirmary, under the watchful eyes of Wenda.

Her brown pupils gradually expanded.

Thoughts drifted back to the past like the wind, across mountains and rivers.

Across cities and countryside.

Finally reached the starting point of time.

Stopped at a midsummer dance.

In the sky full of fireworks, in the garden outside Rosier Castle.

A young boy was talking with many young people.

He seemed to have noticed something.

He looked up, and his eyes of different colors met hers.

In the night sky, fireworks dyed the night with a layer of crimson light.

The light shone on the two of them.

Everything was destined.

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On the other side, in the hall.

Silence swallowed them all again.

The students gasped in fear, and everyone turned their heads, looking for Harry and Owen.

Suddenly a Slytherin shouted, "It's Potter, he's there, catch him!"

It was Pansy Parkinson, she raised her shaking arms and screamed.

Harry had just come to the hall from the school infirmary.

Just happened to see.

Sirius immediately stood in front of Harry.

And Ron, Ginny and others.

A group of Gryffindor students also stepped forward. Blocking Harry.

Then, Hufflepuff students also stood up, and Ravenclaw students almost took the same action at the same time. Wands were pulled out from all directions, some from under the cloak, some from the sleeves. All facing Pansy.

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson!" Professor McGonagall said clearly and simply, "You and Mr. Filch leave the hall first, and other students who want to leave can follow."

After a short silence, there was the sound of benches colliding and rubbing. Most of the Slytherins on the other side of the hall left, but some still chose to stay.

Voldemort is now a monster, and everyone knows that not all pure-blood families support him.

More, those families were coerced or threatened by Voldemort, and they had no choice but to support him.

Naturally, all Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs stayed.

A small number of Ravenclaws left.

However, Professor McGonagall did not agree to let so many people stay.

Especially Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, many of them were still first- and second-year wizards, what use would they have staying here.

Finally, under the professor's tough attitude, all the wizards below the fifth grade were forced to leave the hall.

The Order of the Phoenix sent some people, who would be responsible for transferring these little wizards to Thornfield Castle.

As time passed, more and more wizards appeared in the hall.

"Mom!" Neville shouted, ran over in a hurry, and looked at her in disbelief, "Why are you here? You wrote to me before that they sent a few Death Eaters to catch you, I'm really worried that something will happen to you."

"We have been through many battles." The people who came were Neville's parents.

After they recovered completely last year, they joined the special operations team of the Federation.

They have been fighting against [Pretenders] in Egypt and other regions.

"Merlin! Grandma, why are you here too?" Neville looked at an old woman behind his parents in disbelief.

"Why, just because you learned a few spells, you've grown so strong that you can look down on your grandmother?" Mrs. Lombard said loudly: "My son, daughter-in-law and grandson are all here, so of course I have to be here too."

"Besides, the Death Eaters can't stop me, I can knock them down with just a few curses."

"But you're old."

"Age is not a problem, but I saw many old acquaintances." Mrs. Longbottom looked around unyieldingly, "When I was studying at Hogwarts, people like Alastor Moody and the others would have been cursed if I Taught.”

"Mrs. Longbottom was a very famous Auror back then." Sirius explained to Harry at the side.

"The Longbottom family has always had a tradition of being Aurors. Neville's grandfather and great-grandfather were both Aurors."

"That's amazing." Harry sighed.

Of course, Mrs. Lombard did not say the deeper reason.

She had already seen her son and daughter-in-law being tortured.

This time she was there to prevent that from happening.

Either she would die before her son and them, or they would all survive.

Or, for the glory of the Longbottom family!

Today, three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren will die together for justice. There will never be a fourth situation!

It was already late at night.

But as the news of the decisive battle blew across the UK like a hurricane, people who got the news came out of hiding one after another, and people came to Hogwarts one after another.

They want to fight!

Fight to the death with Voldemort!

This war will be related to the future of the magic world. If you back down now, you may never have another chance, and no one is willing to miss it.

Now, every person who comes in surprises everyone present. This means that their power has become stronger.

Among them were the parents of the students, many students who had graduated many years ago, and wizards who had been hunted down by dark wizards and fled. All of them spontaneously returned to school to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Percy was panting and running too fast. He looked around through his crooked horn-rimmed glasses, looking at the people gathered in the auditorium, and shouted, "The support from the Federation has arrived. There are a lot of people. After all, this is The final battle."

Bill and Fleur also came over to break the news.

"Charlie and Aurors from Algeria and surrounding countries are also on their way."

"Spain, Greece, Italy, Egypt, Bulgaria."

"France, Germany."

"The United States, Russia and the Far East."

"Almost every country has Aurors."

The speaker was the Federation Secretary-General, Ms. Serfis Kama.

She was accompanied by nearly every member of the Federation's special operations team.

"This is the final battle, for the wizard!" she shouted, pumping her fists.

"For the wizard!"

"For the wizard!!!" the crowd shouted!

For the legend that never fades.

Magic can never be enslaved.

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Perth-Kinrossshire, mountain village Gleneagles.

In the silent night, there are no clouds in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the earth, shrouding the entire city in a world covered with silver.

A slight chill came from all directions. In addition to the faint light from the street lamps, there were also many houses with their lights on.

Today is New Year.

On a road leading to a distant town, on both sides of the road, Christmas trees decorated with colored lights were placed in front of many houses.

It was time for them to get together for dinner.

But just then there was a roar from the end of the road, and the huge noise broke the tranquility of the night. People who had not yet fallen asleep curiously came to the windows or opened the doors.

He tilted his head and looked around.

That was - when the roar got closer and clearer, people discovered that an army actually appeared at the other end of the road.

Tanks, armed combat vehicles, artillery tractors are all available.

From time to time, there was a low roar in the sky.

A dozen fighter planes flew over, and the scene reminded people of the disaster that broke out in London.

Gradually, a panic began to spread from the houses on both sides of the road to farther places.

"Is there going to be another war?"

This idea suddenly popped up in many people's minds.

They had long heard that their country was at war with wizards.

The entire country of Owen is at war with wizards.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference between Death Eaters, Aurors, and the Federation.

All they found was that they were all wizards, and wizards were bad guys, evil elements, terrorists trying to murder the Queen and Prime Minister.

Although the Federation has been working hard to ease the relationship between wizards and Muggles during the war, the results of their work cannot be said to be useless, they can only be said to be completely useless.

Witch hatred spread from Berlin to Cairo.

From London to Athens. Almost the entire Western Europe and countries along the Mediterranean are extremely hostile to wizards.

There are rumors that the Holy See has begun to form new witch-hunting priests.

The legendary Knights Templar, the Crusaders may be about to return to the world again.

wizard

This term has become a source of deep fear in people's hearts.

Seeing the combat armored vehicles driving slowly and steadily on the road, and listening to the harsh brakes, loud in the dark night, everyone's hearts were filled with uneasiness.

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"Damn, this is the New Year, don't wizards know how to rest?" A pair of elite troops in armored vehicles wearing night vision goggles, camouflage uniforms, and several weapons were silently checking their equipment. A team member , suddenly shouted and cursed with a very bad expression.

"Come on, you're just too slow. If you were fast enough, you wouldn't have received the notice to return to the base just after lying in bed." A team member next to him looked at him with a smile.

"What? Are you fast?"

"Fuck you, Johnny."

"But those wizards may not celebrate New Year or Christmas. Maybe Jesus is a wizard?" At this time, another person interrupted.

They all knew that those wizards existed, but Jesus

If the Bible is not a fairy tale, then... Damn it, it may really be the autobiography of a wizard.

The soldier named Johnny curled his lips and said nothing.

After all, Britain is still a Christian country, and it would be offensive to arrange Jesus like this.

"I heard that this time it seems to be a decisive battle - a decisive battle!"

"Where did you hear that?" Johnny asked.

"Hey - I have a comrade who is a pilot in the NATO joint fleet."

"He was also recalled."

"The joint fleet is also dispatched?" Johnny said with a little surprise. His eyes suddenly widened, as if something had occurred to him. "Fuck, the Joint Operations Command is not going to use that kind of weapon to wipe out all the wizards in one fell swoop, is it?"

"They are just in time for a decisive battle."

"Who says not?" His comrade shrugged and said, "If it were you, just use nuclear bombs to wipe out the land. The Russians have mentioned it several times at the UN General Assembly. No matter who is good or bad, wizards must be wiped out. What if a dangerous person holding a magic wand suddenly appears on the street and shouts "Long live the truth" and attacks ordinary people indiscriminately? Their magical powers are not easy to deal with."

"Take advantage of this opportunity"

"Shut up, Rocos." Commander Valerie V looked at her subordinates seriously.

"Keep silent. Instead of this time, think carefully about the tactics for fighting wizards that the instructor has given you."

"Don't worry, Captain, I won't forget it."

Everyone nodded.

Then the armored vehicle returned to calm again, with only the buzzing radio sound still lingering in my ears.

The long journey was smooth.

At the end of the road, their final destination gradually showed its outline.

It was a group of mountains.

According to the location marked by the intelligence, they were still ten miles (16 kilometers) away from their destination.

"Everyone get out of the car."

"Put up all the gun barrels for me!" Valerie, the commander on the scene, shouted vulgarly, and with her pretty face, the scene was filled with a kind of weirdness.

"Where is the satellite map?" she shouted again.

Then Rocos, who had a verbal fight with Johnny, ran over and took out something like a tablet from his backpack.

After lighting it up.

A clear satellite map appeared in front of the two.

Valerie slid the screen and zoomed in on a certain area.

A ruin appeared on the screen.

The broken walls looked like the remains of a fortress in ancient Rome.

"It's here."

"Order, adjust the artillery firing unit and aim at this position.

Deploy all protective magic props within a range of one mile around.

Teams 1, 2, and 3, sneak into the surrounding forests. If you encounter an enemy step-by-step blocking defense."

"Build a communication base station and transfer the scene to the command center."

"Yes!"