I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 187 Always, as always.

No one thought that Harry Potter would be the one to defeat Voldemort in the end.

Although he already has a reputation.

However, it is still too difficult for people to believe that a 14-year-old Hogwarts wizard defeated the most powerful dark wizard in the world.

But the fact is that Harry drove away Voldemort.

At least in the eyes of the little wizard!

"Mom~"

But as the person concerned, Harry was not happy about defeating Voldemort.

There was deep sadness on his face, and although the scar on his head no longer hurt, the scar in his heart was ruthlessly torn apart.

Blood flowed.

Sirius also had the same expression as Harry.

The sadness on his face was even stronger than Harry's.

And while they grieve over their reunion and separation from the most important people in their lives, the battle isn't over.

There are still patches of Death Eaters after the bridge is broken.

Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other, and they both saw the meaning of each other from the eyes of each other.

Then the two of them walked out of the courtyard together and began to eliminate those idiots who dared to attack Hogwarts.

In this battle, three professors also joined in.

With the presence of Grindelwald, Wenda finally stopped paddling.

She began to draw her wand.

He killed several Death Eaters with an almost crushing attitude.

Such strength made Dumbledore's eyelids jump.

In his heart, he more or less estimated Wenda's real strength, but in the end, she still far exceeded his guess.

It seems that most of the news unearthed from the head of his vice president of the federation is true.

They are indeed cultivating Wenda in the direction of the third generation Dark Lord.

At least it seems that she has this strength now.

If she can regain those scattered followers of Grindelwald, it doesn't seem so difficult to form a force against the Federation.

And facing Wenda who was like a sharp blade.

Grindelwald didn't respond, even though this woman had more or less threatened his status, he still didn't have any ugly expressions.

"What happened?"

"Where is the Dark Lord!"

"Look, that - that seems to be Grindelwald!"

The dazed Death Eaters finally came to their senses.

Because they were too far away from the gate, most of them didn't see what happened inside.

They could only judge from the distant voice of Voldemort whether their master had won.

But now - since Dumbledore has time to come and destroy them.

That proves—

"The Dark Lord was defeated?"

"Shut up!" Hearing the sound, Bella, dressed in black, reprimanded loudly: "Master, he will not fail! No!"

She seemed to be convincing herself.

Constantly muttering to himself: "No, no!"

"But he has already failed once." Someone else said embarrassingly.

"Losed by that Harry Potter."

"That child must have Dumbledore's protection spell on him, or some other powerful spell that even the Dark Lord doesn't know about."

"But—what shall we do? Dumbledore is coming!"

The Death Eaters all had dry throats.

It is difficult for them to feel fear in their hearts.His eyes were fixed on the figure that was getting closer.

Facing the menacing Dumbledore, who was filled with anger, all the Death Eaters knew that they probably wanted a pill.

If they don't escape, mistletoe will grow on their graves next year.

After that, the remaining Death Eaters all looked at each other and had their own thoughts in mind.

Then, except for Voldemort's diehards like Bella who are still struggling.

The remaining Death Eaters began to flee frantically down the mountain.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Everyone's heart was screaming - as long as they could stay away from Hogwarts Castle, as long as they escaped to the forest, they could survive.

Their strong desire to survive allows them to squeeze out the last potential in their bodies.

Never underestimate anyone who survives.

In just a few seconds, several streaks of black smoke rose into the sky from the ground.

Those were Death Eaters who wanted to Apparate.

"All petrochemical!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Avada~"

The professors and Grindelwald each threw out their wands.

Some of the Death Eaters in the sky were unlucky enough to be shot down, and some even more unlucky enough to be killed directly.

But some managed to escape.

As for Dumbledore.

He didn't care about those clowns.

Instead, they walked directly in the direction of Hogsmeade village.

——that was the place where the Death Eaters and another group of rebels first captured.

Just like when the goblins rebelled hundreds of years ago and tried to attack Hogwarts, they also chose to use Hogsmeade Village as their forward base.

hours ago.

Several professors from Hogwarts have already arrived at Hogsmeade Village to assist the local wizards and Aurors in the defense.

but--

Everyone saw the magical flash rising into the sky and the green mist representing death.

Dumbledore couldn't guarantee whether there were still people there who persisted in resisting.

After all, even the Minister of Magic is dead.

"Harry!!!"

After the crisis is resolved.

All the little wizards in the auditorium rushed out.

They shouted bursts!

Especially the Gryffindor wizards.

George and Fred lifted Harry straight up.

Throw it high, catch it, and throw it again.

The lively atmosphere was even hotter than if they had won the Quidditch Cup.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

The little wizards shouted in bursts.

Several senior girls in the front row couldn't help stretching out their hands and groping Harry's body. They seemed to want to get a taste of the hero who defeated Voldemort.

Harry, who was still a little sad at first, felt sad after being touched blindly.

His face immediately turned red.

He hesitated, begging Gemini to let him go.

And this 'cute' scene naturally attracted those girls to be more 'unscrupulous'.

The savior of the third grade, his face can be tender

No wonder the ladies couldn't hold it back.

Everyone's eyes were shining brightly, wishing to eat Harry clean.

Until—"Get out of here!!!"

Ginny yelled with a cold face.

Then Hermione, Ron, and Neville squeezed in abruptly.

Keep those buzzing bees all out of their circle.

"Owen~~~" Hannah was the first to rush to Owen.

Contrast that with the line that greeted Harry.

Those who greeted him were much less.

Except for the Hufflepuff trio.

Only Luna followed.

"Where did you go?" She stood upright in front of Owen, out of breath, with her hands on her waist, she didn't know if she was angry with him, angry.She was still tired from the two steps just now.

"Me?" Owen turned around casually, and looked at Harry enviously. This kid is very lucky!

Then he said very casually: "Turned around in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Forbidden Forest!" Hannah's eyes widened, "At this time?"

"You managed to come out alive." Justin said at this time, he raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the Forbidden Forest, where the firelight dispelled the darkness, even now, you can still see a touch of orange light, hanging In the sky, "Look at that!"

"Well! Look at it!"

"The Forbidden Forest is definitely more dangerous than here," he said.

"The red light over there dyed the sky red. I don't know if it's the masterpiece of a powerful wizard." Justin said enviously.

Even by visual inspection, they knew that the fire was at least a few miles away from them. What kind of spell could cause such a huge movement?

You can use the magic spell as a paintbrush to fill the black base with a touch of bright red!

"Hehe——that's definitely a handsome, graceful, powerful, and sympathetic wizard. I know, that's me, haha!" Owen boasted all the time, but it was a pity that he was greeted by two pairs of blank eyes.

Neither Hannah nor Justin believed what he said.

"By the way, have you met Minister of Magic Fudge? Connery Fudge." After laughing, Owen quickly asked about the business.

After all, it was almost midnight.

Fudge can't even handle that little thing!

"It's the high-ranking magician that you attacked earlier~~~"

"Fudge is dead!" At this moment, Ron Hermione and the others finally got rid of those fanatical Gryffindors. They were stopped by the twins and Percy, and Harry finally squeezed out of the crowd.

"That's right, Fudge must be dead." Ron nodded in agreement, "The mysterious man pretended to be Barty Crouch, and he said that Fudge was killed by Death Eaters."

"What?" Owen looked sideways, looking at him in disbelief, "Fudge is dead?"

"But."

However, the closed loop of time

How could he die?

If he died, who would give him the time-turner?

If he doesn't get the Time-Turner, then there's something wrong with the logic of time.

Playing with time is no joke. Just like the poor witch in history, he is likely to be swallowed directly by time, and his whole person will disappear, including those who are familiar with him, everything, traces of his existence, and other people's memories. , and even the fate of many people will undergo unpredictable changes!

In short, it would be a huge disaster!

"Merlin's beard!"

Owen exclaimed.

Well, this time he was a little scared.

He, Owen Sanchez, was never afraid of death, but he was unwilling to disappear meaninglessly.

If all traces of him are erased by time, what's the point of traveling through time?

Doesn't this mean that Grandpa has come for nothing?

"Where did he die, the body?"

After all, it is Voldemort's one-sided statement, and Owen still has a little luck.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head.

Then he raised his arm and pointed to a pink toad in the rubble pile in the distance.

"But you can ask her, if she is not dead!"

"Her?" Owen looked in the direction of Hermione's finger, and immediately spotted Umbridge.

He hurried over.

He waved his wand and removed all the rubble from her body.

From the outside, the pink toad was not seriously injured.

The only visible injury was a scratch on his forehead.

"Hi! Don't sleep, wake up!" Facing this pink toad, as long as anyone who has read Harry Potter, no one will have a good impression of her. In the story of Lido's opposite, this woman will not end well.

In this world, Umri is a strange person.

Because she did it, everyone hated her, whether they were black or white, black or white.

Can do this level, how to say?

It also takes a little talent!

Of course, as Owen, who is pure, natural, and colorful, he doesn't have a good impression of Umbridge either.

So, he directly grabbed her collar with a look of disgust, and with the other hand, he slapped her a few times.

The sound of "啪啪~" spread far away.

"Owen~" Hermione was taken aback.

She quickly grabbed Owen's hand and stopped him from continuing to give the woman his favorite big mouth.

"You're crazy, she's the top of the Ministry of Magic after all."

"You will be arrested if you do this to her."

"Haha~ Young man." Owen glanced back at Hermione, and then said lightly, "You are still too young."

He continued in an old-fashioned tone: "You will envy me in two years."

"I'm jealous that I'm the one slapping her tonight, not you!"

"Huh? Why should I envy you?"

Hermione was confused.

But before she could ask carefully.

A whimpering groan was heard.

"You~~~Who are you?" Umbridge woke up leisurely, her eyes opened in a daze, her dusty face was full of bewilderment and numbness.

At first glance, it is in the out of body.

Owen has seen a lot like this.

Most of the little wizards have this expression every time they go to the history of magic taught by Binns.

Including Owen himself.

"My father!" Owen said mercilessly, and then waved his wand, "The spring is flowing."

A water globe appeared out of nowhere on the tip of his wand.

Then with a flick, he hurled the water polo directly into Umbridge's face.

In winter, it is more than 20 degrees below zero.

Snowy night.

Umbridge, who was poured with cold water on his head, instantly regained consciousness.

She was trembling, her eyes gradually turning from confusion to resentment. Before she could speak her angry words, Owen raised his wand to her face and said viciously: "Too many people have died tonight."

"I don't think the Ministry of Magic would say anything if there was one more."

"What - what - do you - want to do!" Umbridge shuddered, her mouth was trembling, and her tongue could not be straightened, which caused her words to be broken and unclear.

Her resentful eyes flashed with intense fear.

She remembered, the man who couldn't even say his name just now.

That terrifying, murderous monster was right next to her.

She actually went to Hogwarts with Voldemort!

"Is Fudge still alive?" Owen asked first.

"Fudge? He - he's dead, I saw him, he was hit with a Killing Curse. It was - a Death Eater in a black robe, I saw the Dark Mark on his bare arm , but I didn’t see his face!”

"Stop! I'm not interested in who killed Fudge at all. After all, this is one of the few good things that Death Eater did." Owen waved his hand, and continued to ask: "Where is his body? Did he come from the mystery?" What was taken from the Department of Affairs!"

"This..." Umbridge hesitated.

After all, Owen's question is a Ministry of Magic secret.

She shouldn't have told such things to a young wizard.

but--

After seeing Owen's devilish gray eyes, she resolutely said intermittently: "Maybe—maybe Kingsley took that thing. In a panic, I—see Kingsley Lay found something on Fudge's body."

"Where's the Kingsley guy?"

"Still in Hogsmeade."

"Very good!" After that, Owen glanced at her with a smile.

Immediately, he threw a stun spell and knocked out this disgusting and disgusting woman.

Then, amidst the exclamation of all the little wizards, he ran towards Hogsmeade village alone.

"Owen!!!" Hermione and the others shouted his name.

After all, Hogsmeade wasn't safe there.

Standing outside the courtyard, you can still see the flickering magic light of fierce fighting in the distance!

Some of them are bright green, not so friendly.

Unfortunately, this did not give Irving any substantial pause.

Even faster.

At the foot of the mountain, the professors had little energy to take care of the little wizards.

And Dumbledore had already disappeared halfway up the mountain.

As for Owen's dear grandfather.

After repelling several Death Eaters, he came before Wenda.

Looking at the silver-haired, tired-looking but still tall and stalwart figure, Wenda's face revealed an indelible concern.

"You need to rest, you don't need to save the world alone," she said.

"There are too many incompetent people. Apart from me, only Albus in this world has the strength to face that thing, but he shouldn't get involved. He still has his own affairs." Grindelwald took a deep breath and said calmly said.

Although his face is full of tiredness, his tone is still proud

So proud, so strong, so confident!

Even in old age.

He is still roaring towards the sunset!

"I'm not capable of—"

"No, you have done well enough." Grindelwald interrupted her, and continued: "Even far beyond my expectations, those children you found are very talented, and they will become the backbone of this world .”

"But it's just the backbone! I hope someone from them can really help you."

"You have discovered one, haven't you?" Grindelwald suddenly whispered.

He and Wenda were getting further and further away from Hogwarts.

Under the careful surveillance of Professor McGonagall, they gradually moved away, heading towards the direction of the Shrieking Shack.

"That's a monster, only I know his nature." Wenda continued to reiterate her point of view.

Her cold face was covered with frost, and her eyes were full of determination.

The red lips parted slightly, and then said: "His soul. You know that alchemy cannot create a soul. How did he appear, don't you understand?"

"I know~"

There were constant crunching sounds on the snow.

This is far from Hogwarts.

All around was forest and darkness.

The only visible light was the aftermath of the battle projected from Hogsmeade in the distance.

The heavy snow is like unicorn hair all over the sky.

The pieces fell, making this dirty earth pure again.

"I've observed him for so many years. If you can't even see this, then what else is worth following." Grindelwald said in a stern voice.

"However, our vision at that time was too narrow and we could not see the future clearly. It is different now."

"Now?" Wenda's eyes flashed with light, "Have you seen the future?"

It is well known that Grindelwald is a great prophet in addition to his outstanding magical talent.

He predicted World War II for the Muggles and exploited them.

This is also one of the important reasons why the forces of Nurmengard can quickly sweep across Europe.

They were aided by a cross-current of German steel.

For a long time, Nurmengard has been able to go ahead of the Federation in everything, and it has continued to grow under the joint encirclement and suppression of Aurors from several countries, relying on Grindelwald's prophetic ability.

Now, what did he see again?

"No~" Uncommonly, Grindelwald's expression flashed a touch of entanglement.

This is a manifestation of his lack of confidence.

As powerful as he was, he never panicked even when he was fighting Dumbledore at his peak.

Even though he might have guessed that he would lose in the end, he still had absolute confidence during the duel.

In addition to being confident in one's own strength.

It was even more clear to him that neither Dumbledore nor he would kill each other.

Their love never goes away.

"Just my gut feeling." He paused.

"A belief."

"belief?"

"Believe me, stop attacking him, and that child will become the key." Grindelwald said leisurely, with the absolute confidence of a strong man engraved on his face covered with traces of time.

Rarely, a trace of tenderness flashed in his strange-colored pupils.

He and Wenda have known each other for nearly 70 years.

The relationship between them has long surpassed the vulgar love, friendship and the like in the world, which are built with cheap materials and have no foundation.

Over the past 70 years, they have supported each other, relied on each other, and gone through the lows and highs of each other.

If you have to evaluate his relationship with her.

Then Grindelwald, this man who is so proud that he can't look down on all wizards (except Dumbledore) in the entire wizarding world.

Would like to call her family.

Yes, family.

Not a sister, not any family relationship that has already been called.

But the simplest and purest - family.

"So, are you still willing to believe me?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

His hands hang down at his waist.

The figure is tall and straight, just like when they first met.

Suddenly, Wenda smiled.

Like a French rose in full bloom.

Warm and full of love.

She stood in front of the man and responded to his gaze with the same firm tone.

"Always~" (as always)

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On the other side, Owen was non-stop.

He had never run so madly before.

He didn't want to be swallowed up by time.

Finally, when he almost spit out his heart.

Finally arrived in front of Hogsmeade village.

"Ah~~Huhu! Vada~~Huhu!!"

"Nimma—wait~ wait~"

Owen was bent over, his legs were half squatting, his hands were on his thighs, and he was breathing heavily.

Although a blocker suddenly popped up in front of him.

But he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and recite the incantation.

"Huh? Delicious kid from Hogwarts?"

The speaker was a ragged, fierce-looking man.

The man has slender limbs, gray hair and a messy beard.

His beard was matted with sideburn hair.

A tattered black robe clung uncomfortably tightly to his body, and his dry, dull, dirty fingers had long, sharp yellow nails.