I, Hogwarts Second Week

"What?" Harry's eyes widened, looking at Hermione and Grawp in disbelief.

"Wait, Harry, don't be impulsive." Hermione immediately grabbed Harry and didn't let him do anything stupid.

"Hagrid has been caught, Hermione!" Harry roared angrily, and then shook off Hermione's hand.

"Damn it, damn it!" He was furious, but he also knew the situation at the moment.

If they were exposed, there would be no chance of rescue.

Harry walked to a big tree.

He kicked the tree root hard.

"Okay. We have to have a plan." Hermione said.

"It's not that troublesome!" Owen interrupted her and said, "I'll attract firepower, and you take the opportunity to save Hagrid, it's that simple."

"Don't refuse, because I'm the only one who can escape."

Voldemort is now so powerful that it is difficult for normal wizards to reach. Ordinary people who attract attention are looking for death.

"Wait."

Suddenly Owen raised his wand.

Everyone stopped talking immediately.

He pointed forward.

The others immediately understood - there was someone there.

Theseus Scamander led the way, he bent over and walked quickly forward.

Hermione and Harry followed, holding their wands tightly.

Grawp was left behind by the others.

He hid in the hollow formed by the huge tree roots, hoping to see him again after the war.

Owen followed.

Maybe it's not the enemy

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Maybe those Dementors are not targeting them.

They are chasing someone.

The four of them were very fast.

They ran dozens of feet in a short while.

And in Owen's perception, the faint traces of ancient magic in front were getting closer and closer.

Finally, they found something unusual in a tree hole under a huge tree.

"What is that?" Harry looked over.

In the small tree hole, there was a person lying.

An old man.

He was barely breathing, and was looking at himself with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

"Mr. Grindelwald?"

Harry was shocked and stepped forward.

Others also hurried over.

"How could you?" Hermione couldn't accept it for a moment, her eyes slightly red.

Grindelwald was seriously injured at this time.

His exposed skin showed brown scaly spots. It was a bit like being burned.

But Owen was more willing to believe that it was a curse.

"I can heal you." Owen immediately waved his wand.

He could recognize that the person in front of him was the real Grindelwald. Not someone's trap.

"No——" Grindelwald lying in the tree hole said weakly: "Just like this"

"This is good."

His cheeks twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but the pain made him unable to do it.

"Take it." He said to Owen, "Take it"

"No——" Owen shook his head and said firmly.

He knew what his grandfather asked him to take away.

Ancient magic.

Just as his grandmother contained ancient magic.

Grandpa also has it, even more.

"No" Perhaps it was Owen's refusal that made him excited.

"This is what we agreed on."

"Take it, please."

"No, Owen, you can't do this." Hermione stood in front of Owen. She had realized something, she was not a fool.

She knew that Ms. Wenda in the school infirmary might have passed away.

She couldn't let Owen lose two relatives in one day.

"Owen!" Grindelwald shouted in a breath as if he was in his last moments.

He stretched out his hand, which had long been as black as charcoal.

He stroked the cheek of Owen, who was kneeling beside him.

A touch of pity, a touch of pain, a touch of self-blame.

The complex emotions were like wine, spicy, but full of sweetness that was hard to let go.

"I know what I'm doing." He said slowly: "For you, for all of us."

"Take it. Take it, child."

"Have you forgotten your last name?"

He suddenly smiled, and the smile was very forced.

"Sanchez"

"The adventure is over."

"Maybe the next time we meet, it will be when you dig up my coffin again."

He seemed to have used up all his strength.

The whole person suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The vitality dissipated instantly, and in just a blink of an eye, the warmth would disappear from his body.

Owen stretched out his hand.

Holding it tightly with his grandfather.

Suddenly, in a realm that ordinary people could hardly see, the light of ancient magic lit up.

A little bit of fluorescence floated out of Grindelwald's body and then fell into his body.

As these magic powers gradually faded.

Grindelwald seemed to have regained some vitality.

His memory began to roll.

Layer by layer, unraveling the cocoon, heading towards the past.

From the Nurmengard prison break, to the duel with Dumbledore.

To the Dark Lord that swept Owen.

Little by little, thoughts were like the rippling lake surface, and the ripples of time and space flowed back to the first drop of water falling into the lake.

Everything.

The first day.

Godric's Hollow, summer of 1899.

Two young men met in the wilderness.

A strand of silver appeared in Owen's hand.

He was silent.

Reached out and handed it to Harry.

It was a memory.

There is no Pensieve here, but Owen doesn't mind using some rough means.

Harry looked at Owen blankly.

Doubt flashed in his green eyes.

But this did not prevent him from raising his arm and holding Owen's outstretched hand.

The next second, countless memories flooded into Harry's mind like a tide.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was standing in front of him.

The headmaster said a lot.

About him, about Voldemort.

About the plan between him and Grindelwald.

"We must make Voldemort think he is going to win."

In the memory, Dumbledore said coldly.

"We must go to the very end."

"Do you know what this means?" Harry felt as if he had spoken, but the voice was not his, but Grindelwald's.

"I know. This may be full of the lives of many people, and mine among them."

"Are you willing to sacrifice your life for that Potter boy?" Grindelwald's voice sounded a little angry.

"This is only part. To ensure that the Elder Wand is in Voldemort's hands, and its owner must be Harry." Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald and stared at him deeply: "This means you must kill me, Gale."

"It's up to you."

"Only you can buy them time."

"So you haven't considered whether I am willing at all?" Grindelwald roared angrily.

Then, the headmaster's office fell into silence, a long silence.

There was only a strange clacking sound in the room.

Phoenix Fawkes was gnawing on a small piece of cuttlefish bone.

"I know you will." Dumbledore said calmly after a long time.

"If I will die in someone's hands."

"Then I hope that person will be you."

"."

Another silence.

Longer than the last time.

"What about the boy?" Grindelwald spoke after a long time, "Harry Potter."

"Harry--" The old headmaster's tone was a little sad.

"Tell him that on the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put her life between them, the killing curse rebounded on Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blown away and attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house.

Part of Voldemort lives in Harry, giving Harry the ability to talk to snakes and connect with Voldemort's mind, which has always puzzled him.

As long as the soul fragment that Voldemort has not discovered is still attached to Harry and protected by Harry, Voldemort may not die."

Harry seemed to be at the end of a long tunnel, watching Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they were so far away from him that their voices echoed strangely in his ears.

"So the boy...must die?" Grindelwald asked calmly.

"Yes, and it must be done by Voldemort himself. This is very important."

"Hu——" Grindelwald took a deep breath, "Are you well prepared? Facing the Killing Curse, he may not be as lucky as last time, he will die. Your methods, the Elder Wand, the soul - these may all fail."

"We have witnessed the death of so many men and women!" Dumbledore said: "How come that soul is still in Harry's body. If Voldemort finally ignites the soul fire to communicate with the outside gods, what do you think the child will become?"

"A monster, a monster dominated by Voldemort." Grindelwald said bluntly.

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

"This world has suffered too much trauma. She can no longer withstand more harm."

"What about Owen?" Grindelwald said again: "What about him? Is his fate also doomed? Don't you have any way at all?"

"I'm sorry" Dumbledore was even more sad.

"His fate. I knew his fate from a conversation with Nick several years ago."

"His body inherited the blood of his mother, Gabrielle Rozier. You know, that is the artificial alchemical life created by Wenda, and the blood is mixed with the blood of many magical creatures."

"Such a blood is destined to be full of loopholes and defects. His mother, Gabrielle Rozier, went to find the God-granting Tower because she could not break through the limit of life span by blood.

And Owen, his blood also has such a life span limit, even more serious than his mother's.

Nick told me that he can't live past 19 years old."

"19 years old - hehe!" Grindelwald sneered.

"Is this Merlin? The legendary great magician! Cruel and scary!"

"So that child is just a pig raised by Merlin to be slaughtered - if he doesn't want to be killed, then the back-up left by Merlin will make his body collapse?"

"This damn old bastard. Doesn't he have a little bit of - human heart?"

"Huh"

Grindelwald gasped for air.

There was infinite pain in his heart.

Harry could feel it.

He could feel the burning anger and pain of the person he was ‘possessed’ by.

“What about the end? What is the ending?”

Dumbledore looked at him and said calmly: “I gave the choice to Miss Granger.”

“She will make a choice, and I can’t predict it. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s not. But no matter what. We – we tried our best.”

——————

Harry’s eyes became clear again.

Finally, the truth finally came out.

He stumbled and walked to the tree root nearby, and then sat on it.

In fact, he had already guessed it.

He had this guess after he understood what the Horcrux was.

There was a part of Voldemort's soul in his body.

However, he thought he was ready.

But now, he found that he would still hesitate and be afraid.

There were ten thousand business in his mind, letting him escape, escape far away, and live with Sirius.

Ignore other people, ignore this world.

Voldemort could not take the whole world for himself, he still had room to survive.

"Hu——" Unconsciously, Harry gasped.

He felt his heart beating violently in his chest. How strange, he was afraid of death, but his heart beat particularly strongly, bravely maintaining his life.

But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon. It would not beat too many times.

At this moment, he thought of many things, including Privet Drive, Godric's Hollow, and Hogwarts.

He felt his fingers trembling slightly.

But he tried to control them.

At this moment - a cold voice sounded in his ears.

In the ears of all the rebels.

"You have put up a brave resistance," said the high, cold voice, "Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage.

"But you have suffered heavy losses. If you continue to resist, you will die one after another. I don't want this to happen. Every drop of wizard blood is a loss and waste. "

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I order my team to retreat, retreat immediately. Give you one hour to dignify the dead and treat the wounded. "

"Owen Rosier, Harry Potter, I am speaking directly to you now. You let your friends die for you instead of standing up to face me.

Now I am surrounded by many of your companions.

I will wait in the Forbidden Forest for an hour.

If you don't come to me and surrender in an hour, the battle will continue. This time, I will send my real army, which will drown all those who try to resist in Hogwarts like the sea.

One hour!!! "

The cold voice retreated.

Harry looked straight at Owen.

Owen didn't care, he was still doing his thing.

Wrap grandpa with soft silk.

Then cover his body with the surrounding tree trunks.

He can't take it with him - they can't.

Because no one can guarantee that they will never die.

Finally, Harry stood up.

He suddenly seemed to remember something.

Then he reached into the pocket inside his shirt, fumbled for a while, and took out a ring.

-I will open it at the end.

Harry looked down at the ring, breathing fast and heavy. He now hoped that time would pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up. He seemed to be enlightened without thinking, this is the end, it's time.

He put the ring on his lips and whispered, "I'm going to die."