I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 142 So, after making Hermione angry, she will feel much better

Owen continued to hide among the crowd, listening to the bald tour guide introduce the Sphind Orphanage in front of him—ah—no, it is Sphind Cathedral now.

While the guards were not paying attention, Owen, who cast the illusion spell on himself, left the team in a big way, and walked into the places where tourists were forbidden to enter alone.

Down the hallways he'd shambled countless times.

Strangely enough, no relevant memory emerged from him.

Owen couldn't remember the cold feeling he'd run barefoot on the floor, or the burning rage he'd felt when he pranked the theater staff.

He couldn't even tell, left and right, north and south, and got lost in the corridor.

But—the memory in his mind is obviously very clear, why can't it be compared with reality?

Could it be——is his memory all false?

In an instant, the good mood that had just been established disappeared in an instant.

The handsome young man sat in the courtyard of this tall prison-like cathedral, staring blankly at the sprouts protruding from the soil.

The black hair was slightly curly, the gray eyes were blurred, and there was a deep light in the eyes that was not belonging to this age.

Owen was mired in some self-doubt.

----the other side.

Paris, inside Nicolas May's safe house.

The quiet air was filled with desolation.

The sudden news shocked Dumbledore. He never thought that Owen's illness would be so serious.

When Wenda told him what the child looked like when it was born, the old headmaster already had some guesses. For example, Owen was born silent, so he deduced that the child's life might not be long.

In the wizarding world, it is rare for an obscurant to live beyond his teens. An obscurant like Credence is unique, but his life did not exceed 25 years old in the end.

That's why he brought Owen to France. He originally thought that the child was still young and there was still room for redemption.

But - everything seems to be running out of room.

The room fell into a dead silence. Dumbledore and Nicolas looked at each other, the silence was like a quiet night, and the darkness slowly covered his longing heart.

"Is there no other way?" After a long time, the old headmaster's half-moon-shaped glasses filled with deep sadness. He really hoped that Nick could answer: Yes.No matter how difficult it is to achieve this method.

"I'm sorry, Albus." Nicole May sighed lightly, his tone full of apology, "The boy has dozens of different levels of protection magic, and the effects are even more varied. Obviously, someone has tried healing magic before. He, but—”

"He failed." The hoarse voice pronounced Owen's death sentence. Nick was over 600 years old, and death was more like a belated old friend to him. He was used to parting, and he clapped Dumbledore's shoulders, "You must prepare early, death may come sooner than you believe."

"How long?" the old principal asked.

"It won't be more than five years."

"Five years?" Dumbledore murmured, "Five years, the boy is just now."

"It's painful, but—" Nick's voice deepened.

"I see." Dumbledore sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes closed, his right hand resting on the armrest against his head, lost in thought.

Had Gellert given him the baby in hopes of finding a cure?

Has he tried his best?

Are the dozens of protective spells written by Gellert?

Dumbledore's brows were frowned into a pimple, and the deep sense of powerlessness constantly stimulated him.No one would have thought that Dumbledore, who was known as the greatest wizard, would also frown and be helpless at times.

Merlin!Is there really no other way?

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"Sir. Are you sad?" The sun in the sky has gradually tilted.

In the huge courtyard, Owen lay alone on the grass, closing his eyes, feeling the wind, and basking in the last traces of sunlight under the setting sun.

"What am I sad about?"

Hearing the tiny figure next to his ear, Owen knew it was Dobby without even raising his head.

Only it will call itself Mr.

"You only lie somewhere lazily like you are now, or sit in a daze at the desk when you are sad." After taking care of Owen for a year, Dobby knew the boy in front of him better than anyone else.

When he was in a good mood, he couldn't sit still at all.

Especially when you come to a strange place, I am afraid that you have already gone to find someone to prank.

"uh-huh!"

"Sir, what are you sad about?" Dobby walked over cautiously and was less than a foot away from Owen.He patted the grass under his feet and knelt down on it.

"I'm sad that the sky is getting dark so fast and the sun has to stop."

He suddenly pointed his finger at the sky, and shouted foolishly and somewhat madly.

Dobby was stunned when he heard this, his little eyes full of doubts, but he would never refuse Owen's instructions. Immediately, he jumped up, imitated his example, pointed at the sun and shouted: "Stop the sun! "

"Yes! That's it! The sun stops!"

"The sun stops!!"

"The sun stops!!!"

Two crazy figures, doing crazy things.

This is a spectacle never seen before.

After shouting for a few minutes, perhaps because he was tired, Owen stopped suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked at Dobby who was still yelling towards the sunset.

Suddenly feel it, or myself funny and ridiculous.

He smiled.

Laugh presumptuously.

"Dobby, Mr. Absolutely needs friends. You will always be lonely when you are alone, just like when Dobby was at Malfoy's house before." As he said that, he couldn't help shivering, it was a terrible memory.

"But it's different now. Dobby often goes to Hogwarts, to Muggle theaters, and to cinemas. Those Muggle magic devices are really interesting."

As it said, its eyes suddenly lit up, "Dobby just saw Miss Granger. Dobby knows where the hotel she is staying at is."

"Dobby will take Mr. there."

"?" Owen was taken aback, but before he could react, he just felt dizzy.

Wait for him to react and come to his senses.

The surroundings have changed places.

"Slap!" He fell heavily to the floor.

where is this?

Owen, whose head hit the floor, is still confused because of the side effect of apparating.He climbed up with difficulty, holding on to the white wall beside him with one hand, just as he was about to get up, the sole of his foot seemed to have stepped on something, slipped again, and hit the wall again with a "bang".

"I"

the other side.

"Ah--" Hermione sneezed in the hotel.

How come there is an ominous premonition, she rubbed her nose, and threw that annoying thought out of her mind.

She went to the window and opened the curtains, and the purple afterglow immediately shone in from outside.She took a deep breath, looked at the vases on the balcony, and finally showed a relaxed smile on her face.

In Paris, France, even the air is full of romance.

The early summer wind blew across her cheeks, and the itchy feeling made the corners of her mouth rise uncontrollably.

This is her fourth day in Paris, and she has visited all the sights that can be visited, such as the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and the like.The weather is so good today, she really wants to go to the French magic world to see.

If I hadn't met that nasty guy.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

"Fuck me!!!"

"Boom!!! Whoa whoa~~~"

"Dobby, my tameow is going to strangle you to death. Who told you to set the apparition to the bathroom, and the fucking bathtub." Suddenly, a boy's furious voice came from the bathroom of the room.

"Who the hell is this! Do you have any sense of public morality? Why don't you put the used soap away? Why do you put it in the bathtub?"

After Owen finally climbed out of the bathtub, his forehead was already bruised and bruised.

He got up tremblingly, but he didn't find Dobby beside him.

"Deduction of one year's salary, this damn guy." The cursing boy walked out of the bathroom.

With the wand in his hand, he was always ready to compile the memories of the unlucky Muggles he met when he went out.

then

A certain tawny girl with wet hair and a white bathrobe whom Owen knew quite well met his eyes.

"Oh~~~"

"Miss Granger! Hello! (*▽｀)ノノ"

A certain little black man covered his forehead, his eyes frantically looking back and forth at Hermione.

knock!

It's so tightly wrapped that you can't see anything. ,

But it's ok, I guess I can't post it when I see it

"You..." Hermione hugged her arm and quickly hid in the bed curtain, only her head was exposed, she glared at Owen fiercely and said, "Why are you here, you better give me an explanation, otherwise. "

"No?"

"No, what's wrong! Can you beat me?" The little black man was not ashamed, but proud of Hermione's stern eyes.

He sat down on the bed and began to rummage through his pockets.

Get out of the way, Sherlock.

He took out the white beast that was in the way and threw it on the bed. Owen continued to search, and finally caught something that looked like a manuscript.

"I guess you should know that I can't apparate, (actually I can, but this body didn't have time to practice) Dobby brought me here. How do I know you live here, right!"

"Besides, it's your fault too! As a wizard, why don't you cast a protective spell in your room?" Owen said with a slap in the face: "Come on, this is my new transcribed, newly researched, protective spell." The Encyclopedia of Magic, from the Safeguarding Curse, to the Anti-Apparition Curse, to the Ultimate Protection Curse, as long as you can think of it, it's all here."

Owen, who was full of nonsense and reckless, held up the manuscript in his hand, and introduced enthusiastically: "How about ten Galleons? Don't miss it when you pass by!"

"Are you still embarrassed and confused by the sudden interruption of a male wizard?"

"You still here"

"Owen!!!" Hermione yelled violently.

The sound rolled up a silent air wave, and slapped Owen in the face with a big slap.

"Yes yes yes!" The boy threw the manuscript on the bed, "Ah~~ I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in suddenly, I was wrong, I was guilty, I should have Dobby commit seppuku."

"You wait, I'll go find that nasty guy right away."