I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 157 The Dark Knight Rises ([-])

It's just -- what makes Professor Lupine puzzled is why his Patronus!

Smells like death.

The child was favored by death?

Professor Lu Ping stared blankly at the divine bird in the sky.

It is completely different from the breath brought by ordinary patron saints, lonely, sad, decisive, and dead.

Like the last dance before the light comes back.

As a master of the Patronus Charm, Lupine knew far more than the average person about the Patronus Charm.

As a reflection of the wizard's soul, the patron saint will reflect the current status of the wizard in real time.

Except for those dark wizards who split their souls, they couldn't summon the Patronus.

Almost everyone else can tell the current life status of his master from the patron saint.

Like this kind of patron saint that contains death, he has only experienced it in a few old wizards who are cursed and dying.

And they almost all finished the last moment of life in a very short time.

So Professor Lupine dared to assert almost instantly.

That child, he probably died soon.

"Clang clang!" The noble divine bird let out a cry.

Visible to the naked eye, there are many burning flames on its wings, which are the flames of the soul.

This extreme strength is the embodiment of Owen's strong willpower.

The flame seemed to fall into an oil drum, and after passing by the group of dementors, it ignited them instantly!

"sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~~"

Terrifying cries echoed one after another in the sky.

But in Owen's ears, this is the most beautiful symphony.

The music of death!

High above the sky, countless black spots were still burning into nothingness.

That scene was magical, spectacular, and even more terrifying!

"Merlin up there! I saw something!" A young wizard fell to the floor of the train compartment and muttered to himself.

His legs were trembling constantly, and in the next second, he hugged his head in horror and lay down on the ground.

If Owen was here, he would definitely recognize this little Slytherin who had repeatedly provoked him.

And such little wizards are by no means rare!

Last year, especially the last two months before the holiday, Quidditch and Ravenclaws became more and more inflated.

Almost all the big college wars broke out in those months!

At that time, there were many little wizards chasing and intercepting Owen.

"Is he still human?" This is the common question of all young wizards today.

"He won't hold grudges, if he remembers last year." A little wizard couldn't go on anymore.

Because he found that he would have no room for possibility except to be beaten.

"Who is he?" This was a freshman this year, he stared blankly at the god-like boy in the rain, and murmured.

"Him?" The surrounding senior wizards showed embarrassment.

All of them had dry mouths, it was obvious that the train had been blasted and the howling wind kept pouring in.

But they still feel suffocated!

"He might be the heir to Hufflepuff."

"He's—Owen Sanchez!"

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"Avada Kedavra!"

Just when Owen was madly pouring out the dazzling patron saint light.

A dazzling green light, accompanied by a chaotic sound, swept across the rain and hit him directly.

"careful!"

Professor Lupine, who witnessed all this, flicked his wand quickly.

Do your best to save him.

A red spell shot out from the tip of his staff like lightning, also piercing through the rainstorm, and the target was the killing spell.

"The Sanchez force field." (The exorcism field, maybe next time it will be called the Grindelwald force field.)

A generation of evil spirits, the incarnation of terror, Owen naturally wouldn't wait for others to save him.

Almost as soon as he heard the sound, he extinguished the flame of the Patronus Charm.

Turning around, cast the magic spell that may be the only one that can deflect the Killing Curse.

A circle of light blue, gravitational wave-like light flashed around him.

The spell doesn't necessarily work.

Although he practiced for two and a half years, it was just practice. Could Owen really find someone to cast the Killing Curse on him, just to test whether the spell was effective?

"Fly here!" Another voice appeared almost at the same time as Professor Lupine's voice reminding Owen.

The next moment, the little devil only felt a sudden lightness on the soles of his feet.

Then the whole person flew in a certain direction.

And that killing curse, like breaking through glass, easily shattered Professor Lupin's spell, and then passed over Owen's neck.

"boom"

The curse exploded.

There was another burst of smoke and dust, but it was quickly doused by the rain.

'boom'

'boom'

'Bang bang~'

In the dark night, the day falls from the sky, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness.

From the train to the plains.

From the earth to the sky.

on the vast land.

Countless days, like little suns, suddenly flashed here.

The light gradually went out, and countless acquaintances Owen knew walked out of it.

Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Ted Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Professor Filius Flitwick.

Even Professor Snape, who was quite upset with Owen, arrived.

In an instant, the scene was full of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

There are also a steady stream of Aurors arriving one after another.

The scene of the coming into the world during the day is quite spectacular!

The little wizards on the train couldn't help screaming.

With each day that fell, their screams grew louder.

Until Professor McGonagall appeared here, his cheers reached their peak in an instant!

"Stains!" Regarding this, the evil ghost Owen was a little unhappy.

Because the arrival of these people showed that he could no longer hunt down that bastard who dared to attack him.

After all, Professor McGonagall is not crazy yet!

How could it be possible for the little wizard to hunt down and kill a vicious black wizard!

Although he is not a good person.

He raised the corner of his mouth, showing a sneer, and then threw an alchemy creation, a metal ball, from his pocket.

"Are you OK!"

Professor Lupine, who broke free from the quagmire, was the first to rush to Owen's side.

He struggled to hold the little guy in his arms.

He has not yet broken free from the fright of the killing curse just now.

I was really afraid that this young life would disappear in front of him, just as he was shocked when he saw the child's patron saint.

"It's all right, Professor." Professor Lupine kept rubbing the back of his head with his rough hands.

To be honest, it was quite uncomfortable and full of calluses.

And the professor hugged him very hard.

Somewhat coughing - out of breath.

"If you hold it again, something will happen."

Hearing the sound, Professor Lu Ping quickly let go of his hand, but his eyes were still looking back and forth at Owen's body, and he was relieved only after knowing that there were no wounds on his body.

"You still have a poor mouth." Professor Lupine, whose eyes were full of wrinkles, was shocked for a moment, and then said angrily.

At this time, an Auror came over.

It was Rufus Scrimgeour.

A man with tawny hair, bushy eyebrows with strands of gray in them, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

With piercing eyes, the scattered dementors flitting across the sky and Owen in front of Lupin.

Then he strode over.

"The kid needs the protection of the Ministry!" he said.

"I think the last thing he needs is the protection of the Ministry of Magic!" Professor Lupine shielded Owen behind him, staring at Scrimgeour with his weathered face.

He knows these politicians all too well.

They talk about protection, but they are actually imprisoned!

How else would they explain to the public why a dementor would attack an innocent Hogwarts wizard uncontrollably?

Of course, it starts with intimidating and luring the victim.

As long as the victim can testify in favor of the Ministry of Magic, then they can gag everyone.

This—he was not uncommon.

"Pay attention to your attitude, sir, this is the right of the Ministry of Magic. We are protecting him!" Scrimgeour said forcefully, even his hand holding the wand seemed to have the intention of directly robbing someone.

He must uphold the dignity and authority of the Ministry of Magic.

He knew this child, had seen him in courtroom ten during the summer vacation, and had been imprisoned in Azkaban for insulting the Minister of Magic and serious violation of the secrecy law.

In an instant, a scheme emerged.

As long as they were the first to accuse the boy of breaking the law, the loyal Azkaban guards still thought he was a criminal.

And they then made the child confess by insinuating.

Even if the punishment is exempted, it can also alleviate the possible pressure of public opinion on the Ministry of Magic.

Furthermore, he really wanted to protect the child, and he had no selfish intentions in this regard.

"What attitude!"

Just then a roar came from behind Scrimgeour.

"Tell me what attitude!"

"Or, what attitude do you want!"

It's Professor McGonagall.

Owen swears that he has never seen Teacher Meow so angry!

She was spitting flames from behind her square glasses.

"Ministry of Magic~"

"Don't mention the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour! This is Hogwarts, and Hogwarts' young wizards should be dealt with by the professors, not you."

Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick stood side by side behind Professor McGonagall.

The three principals arrived together.

The sense of oppression is unimaginable to ordinary people, overwhelming.

"Now, I think, whether it's the boy or the boy on the train, it's time to go to the castle. As for what happens next, we'll talk about it. What do you think? Rufus Scrimgeour."

Professor McGonagall has already said so much.

What else could Rufus Scrimgeour say?

The majestic professor in front of him was also his teacher when he was young.

The long-standing psychological shadow left the former Gryffindor speechless.He could only stand aside and acquiesce, and the professors surrounded Owen and took him away.

The cold rain was pouring down.

The crippled train dragged its own body with difficulty, and began to speed up.

more than an hour later.

When everyone walked down the marble stairs and walked into the castle, everyone was visibly relieved.

Harry finally woke up in the arms of everyone.

Owen and Hannah walked to Hufflepuff's long table together.

The tempting smell of food wafted out from the auditorium, and the laughter inside made the little wizards have a wonderful feeling of returning to the world.

Owen took a deep breath.

Compared with the difficult faces of others, he seemed to be in much better condition.

Just hungry.

simple hunger

The kind that hurts the stomach of a hungry person.

He just ate something casually on the train to fill his stomach, and planned to have a big meal at school.

The result was a big battle, and the strenuous exercise directly drained the energy stored in his body.

Casting spells is only a part, mainly the brain.

As the human body consumes a lot of energy, overclocking thinking countermeasures during duels are the places that consume the most energy.

The auditorium was quiet.

Everyone was silent.

Owen glanced at the rostrum.

At least two-thirds of the professors were absent.

Dumbledore

Probably still in France?

Professor McGonagall - presumably protesting against the Ministry of Magic.

Professor Flitwick - supposedly involved in capturing the inhuman wizard who escaped from Apparation.

Yes, that guy is by no means a human wizard.

Owen was sure.

Damn it, how could someone drag his body and cast a Killing Curse on him after half of his body was blown away?

Werewolves don't have this physique either!

Unless it's Wolverine!

As for——Professor Snape probably followed.

Lupine, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was certainly not here either.

On the empty podium.

There was only one dean present.

That was Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff.

Maybe Professor Sprout never dreamed that one day, she would preside over the sorting ceremony.

Of course, it doesn't matter who hosts this year's freshman dinner.

Because the absolute protagonist is sitting at Hufflepuff's long table, eating and drinking in a very imageless manner!

Tonight is destined to belong to only one person.

That's Owen Sanchez.

After the dinner, the little wizards didn't listen to many things announced by Professor Sprout.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The new alchemy professor.

The new Care of Fantastic Beasts professor.

At the end of the sorting, Professor Sprout pulled a parchment scroll out of her baggy, mud-stained robes.

She carefully tore off the wax that was imprinted with the Hogwarts school badge, and then read the contents.

It was a letter from Dumbledore from France.

It is a principal appointment letter.

There are only two sentences in the whole article.

There will be no male or female student council presidents this year.

Owen Sanchez, a third-year Hufflepuff student, is appointed President of the Hogwarts Student Union.

In Professor Sprout's excited and relieved tone, Percy was the first to stand up!

He stared blankly at the professor on the podium.

Then he looked at Owen who was also confused.

Suddenly, a strong sense of frustration welled up in my heart.His face was pale, he swayed, and sat down again lonely.

If the train pulled into Hogsmeade station safely, he might grumble a bit.

But now.

Actually, Percy didn't need to be.

Because even if today's attack did not happen, the principal's authority would not be changed at will by a little wizard.

Then, there was sporadic applause in the auditorium.

From the Hufflepuff table.

Then came Gryffindor.

Ron roared excitedly, then stood up and clapped vigorously with both hands. He didn't know that they were because they saw Percy deflated, but because they were sincerely happy that Owen was the president of the student union.

Gradually, the applause became denser and louder.

Eventually all the little wizards joined in.

The intense sound lasted for a full 3 minutes, and the applause gradually disappeared after Professor Sprout waved his hands to stop when everyone was red-handed.

Then, the professor seemed to have something to say.

But in the end, he didn't say anything. He just frowned and asked the prefects of each college to return to the common room with the young wizards from their respective colleges.

Owen knew that it was the announcement that the dementors had entered Hogwarts.

But now that something like this has happened, I'm afraid Fudge won't even be able to pass Professor McGonagall's test.

Everyone returned to their common room in silence, no one was talking.

But everyone agreed very tacitly, and made way for the boy who said he didn't care.

Starting today, the four major academies that were not dealing with each other finally reached a consensus.

That's -- don't mess with it, Owen Sanchez.

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"Black, it must be that guy Black!"

Just when the little Hogwarts wizards ended their tired day in their dreams.

in the principal's office.

A group of high-ranking magic officials and professors are confronting each other like fire and water.

"He dared to attack Harry Potter openly, he is simply crazy!" Fudge identified the dark wizard who attacked Owen as Sirius from the moment he entered the door.

And Owen's behavior is naturally to protect his classmates.

As for the dementors.

"I don't care who that dark wizard is now! I just want to ask you why the guards of Azkaban attacked an innocent little wizard!" Professor McGonagall seemed to be on the edge of a volcano that was about to erupt. To Hogwarts, then to the settlement of Grindelwald's female assistant, and then to the current train attack.

One by one, all of Teacher Miao's few intellects have been exhausted.

"They got it wrong." A trace of panic flashed in Fudge's eyes, as if he was frightened by Professor McGonagall's aura, "The kid you know has entered Azkaban, and there is the fugitive Black next to him. normal!"

"Normal?" Professor McGonagall laughed angrily. "There are at least a few hundred little wizards on that train. Today they admit they are wrong, and they can attack at will. What about tomorrow? Is it possible that all of us will be 'recognized'! "

"It was just an accident!" Fudge continued to argue.

"No!" At this moment, the weak Professor Lupine said, "It's not an accident, it's because your Ministry of Magic is simply incapable of controlling those dark creatures! They also attacked three other little wizards on the train!"

"And there is no evidence whatsoever that the attacker was Blake."

"I saw with my own eyes that that killer, with more than half of his body missing and only a skeleton frame left, can cast a killing curse. Even a werewolf doesn't have such a body function!"

"The Ministry of Magic has an unshirkable responsibility for an executioner who suddenly appeared and roamed around the UK!"

Professor Lupine, who was weak in appearance, left a room full of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic speechless after some impassioned speeches.

But Fudge didn't intend to accept Professor Lupine's words. He had a ferocious face and almost roared out: "No! That must be Black, it must be him, it must be him!"

"Watch your attitude, Mr. Remus, I know you were good friends with that murderer!"

"That was before." Professor Lupine interrupted Fudge's words, and there was a hint of perseverance in his tired eyes: "If that person is really Black, I will kill him myself."

"Okay." Professor McGonagall stood up at this time, behind her square glasses, there was a determined gaze that no one else had ever seen before, "The pursuit of fugitives is naturally left to the Aurors, but I want to say that in view of With what happened today, the previous agreement between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic is invalidated, and not a single dementor can enter the castle."

"You—" Fudge seemed to be choking, he knew he was wrong, but, "What if that man sneaked into the castle? Without the dementor, you couldn't find him."

"I can't have them! Otherwise, there will be no prison escape." Professor McGonagall showed unprecedented majesty. She may not like that mischievous child, but she will never allow anyone to hurt him!

"Keep those monsters away from Hogwarts, or—"

"We will deploy the necessary means, including but not limited to killing them outright."

"You—" Fudge stared at Professor McGonagall but couldn't say a word.

Yes, this time it's their Ministry of Magic.

He couldn't even imagine what the Daily Prophet would report tomorrow morning.

If the public knew, the dementors rioted collectively and attacked the little wizard.

Such public opinion will be disastrous, and he is more likely to be kicked out of office by angry people as if he was successful.

At this time, you can no longer fight against Hogwarts.

"Okay! I promise you. They won't be stationed in the castle." In the end, Fudge compromised.

Then, he didn't stop for half a second, but led his subordinates to leave the office in a hurry.

"Humph~"

He promised that the dementors would not enter Hogwarts, but he did not say that they would not guard the surrounding area.

That Black, he wanted to kill Harry Potter, so he would definitely come to Hogwarts, and if the Ministry of Magic wanted to catch the murderer as quickly as possible, they had to send dementors to patrol around the castle.

——At night, the earth is enveloped in a dark shadow that lasts forever.

The heavy rain continued.

Just like this night.

From London to the Scottish Highlands.

The heavy rain is getting bigger and bigger.

The downpour of rain can make anyone lose their way.Because it has reached the point of blocking the wizard's sight.

But obviously, there are always some people who are calmer and scarier than ordinary people.

Hogwarts Owl Hut.

Heavy rain fell from Owen's hair, and he was squatting on the eaves in a black robe, looking down at the entire castle like a proud eagle.

"Kacha" sound of thunder fell.

Accompanied by flashes of light, a thin figure appeared immediately.

"Sir, I think it's time for you to go to bed." Dobby returned a metal ball in his hand to Owen.

"Have you found his location?" Owen put the multi-functional alchemy product that Nick gave him for positioning, notification, and monitoring back into his pocket without raising his head.

Hannah is right.

He never takes revenge overnight, because he will take revenge the same day he has revenge.

That useless silly dog, dared to intercept and kill him in the street, he was looking for death.

The wand in Owen's hand cast the spell he was most familiar with again.

Phantom spell.

"He was seriously injured." Dobby said in a low voice, and then pointed to a location not far away, just near Hogwarts Castle.

"Hey! It's dark under the lights!"

The exquisite magic power enveloped Owen's whole body.

Gradually, a new disguise began to replace Owen's current look.

It was like a symbol of primitive fear, the dark eyes of the hunter watching indifferently.

"Every hero needs a cloak!" He sneered, and the large black cloak that emerged from his phantom whistled in the heavy rain.

He was never a kind person.

The creed that Owen firmly believes in, that is - let the enemy who creates fear, Mr. fear!

And this fear will turn into his wings, taking him to fly over any seemingly impassable canyons!

Right - grandpa!

Relevance!Relevance!