I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 128 The Mystery of Life Experience

The scorching sun gradually rose, stretching everything in the castle very long.

The figure standing outside the courtyard became increasingly clear.

In a daze, the wind seemed to hear a sigh from the man.

Then in the steam of the train everything became unreal.

Looking back, Owen finally couldn't see clearly. He couldn't see clearly the castle, the forest, or the sinking scenery on the horizon.

Can't see clearly what kind of mood the old man under the gate is watching the group of them who are about to leave.

The scorching sun in midsummer did not bring any warmth to the already empty castle. Anyway, the wind in the hall was a little cold.

Professor Dumbledore walked through the familiar halls, spiral staircases, classrooms and every place where students might suddenly appear.

There used to be a lot of laughter here.

The old principal finally couldn't help it anymore, stretched out his hand and touched the ancient walls.

His eyes seemed to penetrate time.

Wherever he looked, the stories that had happened in the past few decades were all reviving before his eyes.

Suddenly, a little wizard from the Lion Court appeared in front of him. He was cursed and had long fangs growing out of his mouth. He looked hideous and terrifying.

But the little wizards around him, those friends wearing red bow ties, were not afraid of his appearance.Afraid of him, they were all laughing.

Laughter was like a whisper in the wind through the trees.

That contagious power finally affected the little wizard, he didn't have time to wipe away the tears from his eyes, he dragged his long fangs with both hands, and giggled silly.

That way, as funny as it is

Among the crowd, a little red-haired boy laughed the loudest. The uninjured bridge of his nose made his handsome face stand out.

The old principal also laughed out loud unintentionally.

Hogwarts is never short of laughter.

Like a dream, always full of joy.

A few hours later, the tall and thin figure turned around and left. The bleak figure was stretched by the setting sun and filled the entire corridor. Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything, only the quiet voice remained in the wind: " A school should have students, that's good."

Finally, the setting sun could not withstand the waves of the sea, and when the last ray of red light dissipated like a cloud, Professor Dumbledore finally pulled his eyes away from the castle.

He has more important things to do.

A guest is coming to visit him today.

The principal's office was cleaned, and the messy magic gadgets on the table were taken away.

In its place are flowers and steaming pastries.

Professor Dumbledore sat on a chair with a cup of fragrant black tea in front of him.

On the unoccupied seat on the other side, there is a glass of butterbeer on its table.

It was just getting dark at this time.

The appointed time has not yet been reached.

The old headmaster was wearing a purple robe, holding up his teacup, quietly looking at the two legendary magic props in front of him.

Ravenclaw's crown, Gryffindor's sword.

As the most personal treasure of the four founders, Owen gave him some inspiration, that is, maybe these things do hide secrets that he still doesn't know.

"Squeak!" Just as the old principal was deep in thought, the oak door of the principal's office was pushed open.

Professor Dumbledore just glanced at the visitor.

There was a noticeable change in his expression.

Helplessness was mixed with a hint of disappointment.

"You are very disappointed to see me." The visitor pointed out Dumbledore's sudden change of expression mercilessly, without giving the greatest wizard any face.

"I didn't expect to see you again." On the chair, Dumbledore slowly stood up, put away the treasures in front of him, and then waved his hand. The glass of beer floated and disappeared into nothingness, and then a cup of fragrant coffee appeared. on the table, "Please sit down!"

"We haven't seen each other for about 50 years!"

"Could it be that I'm dead?" The person coming was a witch.

Wearing a black lace top hat and a dark green slim gown.

Stepping on a pair of black high-heeled shoes, she sat up high on the chair.

The whole body is full of French elegance.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she continued: "I should hate you, I shouldn't be here."

"But--obviously, I'm here." She crossed her arms and sat in the chair, never once looking at the cup of coffee.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked calmly.Behind the half-moon glasses is a cold moon that even the light cannot escape.

Wenda Rozier was noncommittal.

She raised her hand slightly, and there seemed to be a pocket at the cuff, and then a green viper about 12 feet long and as thick as a human thigh came out.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old principal's eyes, and he immediately asked: "This is - Nagini? Where did he find it?"

"Albania's primeval forest." Wenda replied coolly.

"He's been on the lookout for Voldemort, Dumbledore."

"In the forest of Albania, he met a remnant soul. He wanted to destroy that thing, but was unable to do anything. In the end, the soul escaped, but he accidentally met her in the process."

Nagini on the ground has long lost her memory of being a human being. At this moment, it is like a wild beast, staring at the two with its head up.

Snake Xinzi kept confiding, and from time to time he would make a terrifying hissing sound.

"She seems to be yours! Dumbledore." Wenda said lazily, with a slightly sarcastic look under her black slanted hat.

"The blood curse has been deeply rooted in her body. All I can do is to try my best to ensure that her descendants will not inherit this disease." The old principal sighed, and his thoughts returned slightly to 50 years ago. .

After he said this to Nagini.

The latter was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed endless sadness.

Gradually, finally even the sadness has disappeared, leaving only numbness. (Credence was dead by this time.)

Nagini left Hogwarts the next day.

For 50 years so far, he has never met the girl whose brows are full of sorrow.

Dumbledore, freed from the painful memories, slowly stretched out his hand.

Then little golden light spots sprinkled down and fell on Nagini's body.

Afterwards, the snake visible to the naked eye became no longer ferocious, but more sleepy.

After a few seconds, its bulging body sank.

Nagini fell asleep.

"That's why Gale sent you."

"Don't call him that, Dumbledore." Wenda's face showed strong disgust, "You make me sick!"

"Huh!" Black Rose took a deep breath, as if to calm down the anger in her heart.

"You spoke to me calmly. Do you feel guilty because you trapped him with your own hands and imprisoned him for more than 40 years?"

Her cold eyes were mixed with anger and unwillingness, "How could the great Grindelwald be defeated? It was you who betrayed him."

Fifty years hadn't erased her hatred for the man in front of her.

On the contrary, the backlog of hatred has been brewed into wine, which is more vigorous.

"As for the purpose."

"He thinks Hogwarts might have kept something of Voldemort, something that would make his soul immortal."

"The Horcrux?"

"You know?" Wenda was taken aback for a moment, and then relieved. As a wizard who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Grindelwald, Dumbledore knows about Horcruxes, so it's no big deal.

"In addition -" the arrogant French Black Rose turned around gracefully, stood up, and walked around the room, "The kid named Owen is also my goal."

"Him?" The old headmaster's complexion changed slightly, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

"Sanchez, it's just a false last name." She looked at the layout of the office, put away the anger and sarcasm on her face, and returned to her usual proud and elegant look.

But there seemed to be something else in his eyes, some escaping glances.

It really fell into Dumbledore's eyes.

"If he had a last name. It would probably be—Rozier, Owen Rozier."

"Is he your descendant?" Dumbledore blurted out.

Then I got Wenda, who looked like an idiot.

"My heart belongs."

She said coldly.The tone seemed to kill Dumbledore by gnawing a big melon.

"It's inconvenient for me to say more about his life experience, but—"

"I don't understand what Grindelwald is thinking. If it were me, I would kill the child when he was born."

"What do you mean?" The old principal's tone became colder.

He looked at the woman in front of him, his gaze behind the half-moon glasses somewhat unable to penetrate the woman's thoughts.she seems

Occlumency?

"That's a monster.

If you've seen him as a child, you'll know that a frightening, often manipulative 'thing' who can manipulate people's hearts and make them puppets, can never be called a 'human'. "

"Silently?" Listening to Wenda's description, Dumbledore immediately thought of a terrifying creature that had no human form and was born in the little wizard's body.

Gellert has found another Obscure?

No - in just one second, Professor Dumbledore overturned his guess.

Owen is very healthy, and there is no quiet breath about him.

"No - that's not it." Dumbledore was very sure that Credence decades ago made him understand Obscurus far better than ordinary wizards.

If Owen was the Obscure, he would have recognized him the first time he saw him.

Besides—with that child's flamboyant temperament and out-of-the-ordinary thoughts, it is impossible to give birth to silence.

Facing the professor's questioning look, Wenda seemed to be caught in some kind of entanglement, hesitation and fear.

This made Dumbledore more and more interested in the mystery of Owen's life experience.

As the oldest pure-blood wizard family, the Rozier family doesn't have many branches.

Apart from the British lineage, the only French and Wenda lineage remains.

If Irving is a member of the Rozier family, it is impossible for him not to relate to the woman in front of him.

Unless—suddenly the old headmaster suddenly remembered Grindelwald’s notes and the letter Newt sent him after Christmas.

"Gellert, what the hell is he doing?"

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