I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 199 The End of the Centaur Chapter

"Hi! I see you are still a little hesitant, little girl. You know? Geniuses always live in groups, because that way more inspiration will burst out. How about it? Do you want to join us?"

Owen's lazy voice echoed in the blizzard-covered Forbidden Forest.

Roy didn't hear the sound of the blizzard at all.

She looked at the boy with slightly fiery eyes.

It’s been so many years since I heard that familiar, lazy, out of tune voice again.

It has been many years since I heard the gentle talk in the laughter.

Roy Silver looked at Owen in front of him.

Seeing him baring his teeth and waving his claws, trying his best to fool Victor, who looked embarrassed, wanted to dodge, wanted to speak, but was constantly interrupted by him.

For a moment, the figure in her memory would overlap with the boy in front of her.

"Undine. Is your last name Undine?" She stepped forward and pulled Victor, who was already annoyed, behind her.

"Don't you know that we are saints?" she went on.

"Forehead"

What?

Are you saints?

Then what am I?

fake?

Uh - it seems that I am indeed a fake!

That's fine.

"Ahem, I am the clerk of Director Deng Lao Deng of the Saints' office in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, the Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts. It is normal for those of you who are stationed in other places not to know me." The atmosphere gradually became awkward. , but Owen didn't feel ashamed at all. He still raised his head and continued to speak nonchalantly: "Do you know that I belong to a highly secret front? I am directly in charge of Mr. Grindelwald. I am mainly responsible for spying on and monitoring important people."

"All for the greater good!"

As he spoke, he walked forward quickly without caring about his image, grabbed Roy's hand tightly, shook it up and down, and said, "Nice to meet you, comrades in other positions. Now you You know, we are a family."

"."

There was a smile in Roy's gentle eyes.

Then a smile appeared on his face like a flower bud unfolding.

"Wow! This auntie—you look so pretty when you smile."

"Oh! By the way, my last name is Undine, and my mother's last name was Undine. It was just changed," he said.

"Sister!" Roy tapped Owen's head, and then said gently, "What's your mother's name?"

"my mother?"

"My mother's name is quite long. Her name is Gabriel Undini. Why? Do you know each other?" Owen didn't expect it. He just learned that he still has a mother. He didn't jump out of a crack in the rock. As a result, when I turned around, I met an acquaintance of my own mother.

This is too coincidental!

"Well - then you really should call me aunt." Roy nodded, then looked at Owen happily.

"I didn't expect you to be alive. Back then—I thought, Ms. Rozier—no—it doesn't matter anymore, you shouldn't be living in England now. You—" She said suddenly urgently, and then said, eyes After a slight glance, he finally noticed the Hogwarts uniform Owen was wearing.

"You are a young wizard at Hogwarts? Oh! That's right! Of course a British wizard should go to Hogwarts. Oh my God! Then you should have met her."

"Wenda?" Owen directly pronounced Roy's hesitating name several times without any hesitation.

"Have you really seen her?" Roy sighed.

"Yes, I have, my grandma!"

A hollow sound, through the forest.

Roy's expression froze.

She looked at the boy in front of her in shock, at his half-smile expression.

"You know?" she asked.

"Know what?" Owen replied with a smile.

There was no hostility in the tone.

But Roy could clearly sense that a thick barrier suddenly erected between them.

And right now.

The news came from the fallen leaves.

The sudden sound of branches breaking was particularly loud at night.

Someone has Apparated.

Unsurprisingly, that was the figure Irving was most familiar with.

Gellert Grindelwald and his butler, Wenda Rozier.

The two stood side by side on the snow.

Looking at Owen from a distance.

"About your mother." Grindelwald reached out his hand to signal Wenda to stay where she was.

He walked over alone.

"It goes without saying." Owen interrupted his grandfather.

"I still have that imagination, after all I went to school and know what 'Gabriel' means.

'God is my strength'

Someone puts their heart and soul into it, and then the rest is a clichéd story, wizards and Muggles, half-bloods, alien gods, androids. "

"My mother, forgive her mother for the wrong she did to her." Owen said calmly, as if he was talking about an inconspicuous and unimportant matter.

He squinted his eyes and stood lazily as usual.

On the shoulder, Balk was biting his collar and playing around.

However, the way those feet stood upright and the two short hands grasped his collar left and right was particularly funny.

Maybe it forgot that it's not a cat, but a dragon!

In the vast, dark, and icy Forbidden Forest, Owen showed an unimaginable tolerance. He spread his hands and looked at Wenda calmly, "My mother died for me, and she has forgiven you. "

Hearing the sound, Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the pace of the feet quickened.

All around, the cold Christmas Eve weather was getting colder and colder.

Daxue didn't intend to stop at all.

Instead, it is getting bigger and bigger.

The words of several people were already accompanied by thick white air.

Only Owen's breathing was extremely steady.

There is hardly any white mist visible on the tip of the nose.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and moved his lips and teeth slightly.He held the wand tightly in his hand.

He knew his 'grandson'.

When he is really calm, he is not like this.

When he was really calm, there would be a hint of arrogance on his face.

Don't believe it, the calmness is terrible.

"Now, the mother has forgiven her mother for her wrongdoing."

Owen smiled and looked sideways at Wenda in front of him.

At this time, a gust of wind blew by and lifted his hair.

His eyes suddenly flashed a few times.

Then he said kindly: "Then, should I forgive you?"

"I don't think I'm qualified to say that."

The smile on his face grew more and more.

"Then let me send you to meet her, okay?"

"Avada—"

His shot speed is extremely fast.

Or rather, he never put his wand down.

A dazzling green light, accompanied by a messy sound, seemed to be an invisible god of death flying through the air.

"Death!"

The Killing Curse lights up.

In the eyes of everyone trembling.

Heading towards Wenda Rozier's agitation.

Seeing this, Grindelwald, who had been on guard for a long time, silently activated his wand quickly.His face was full of caution.

Azure Sanchez's position was instantly bolstered.

He knew that the child in front of him was a person who was determined to retaliate against others.

The generosity shown from the beginning was just to make others relax their vigilance.

The killing curse was deflected by the force field.

The hundred-year-old tree on the side was blown up and cut off in half.

"Yeah" Owen's expression remained calm.

He did promise his mother to forgive the mother in front of him.

But, he didn't say what is the way to forgive?

Owen's approach to forgiveness is simple.

Since my mother has forgiven you, I will send you to see her.

"Grandpa~" he said lazily.

The wand in his hand was thrown out faster. This time it was no longer a magic spell, but more like a wave.

"You shouldn't use the magic I derived to deflect my spell."

- Sanchez Force Field.

This magic is a global gravitational field with space-time characteristics proposed by seven-year-old Owen. Its field principle is based on the Infinite Extension Spell and the Apparition Spell to create a force field that extends time and space, which can be used to dispel all magic spells. with physical attacks.

The spell seems almost invulnerable.

But Owen, who was the proponent of the theory, knew that this spell had a fatal flaw, that is, it must not be disturbed by the same space-time force field when it was cast, otherwise the wizard would not be able to determine where the dispelled spell would go, or even the magic spell It will disintegrate in place, the space will collapse, and it will cause uncontrollable damage to the wizard.

Something like a failed Apparation spell.

Limb separation is good luck.

With bad luck, the out-of-control space will directly throw you out of the earth, or directly crush you to pieces.

The next second was just as Owen expected.

A look of surprise flashed in Grindelwald's eyes.

The rippling force field in front of him seemed to have been punctured by something. The next moment, another dazzling green light struck again like a snake.

The speed is so fast, it can be said that if he is present for the Auror at this time, then he will definitely not have time to make a defense.

But that wasn't an Auror.

That was Grindelwald, one of the greatest wizards in the world.

He had reacted almost the moment the force field shattered.

The necklace with the Three Sacred Artifacts hanging on the chest opened like flowing water, and among the ripples, a dexterous golden eagle emerged from it.

It shook its head and flapped its wings in the direction Grindelwald's wand pointed.

It rushed into the green light like a brave warrior.

Then the green curse exploded instantly.

The golden eagle fell to the ground like a fallen fighter plane.

Then it transformed into a broken necklace again.

"Whoo~"

Owen raised his left hand.

The gray pupils, the green that originally existed in the outline, converged toward the center, and the short black hair boiled in the wind.

A strand of silver fell from his ear.

Just now, he resisted a spell from his grandfather with his hands.

As a world-leading dueling master, when he transformed the golden eagle, he released a gray petrification spell, which appeared almost at the same time as the golden eagle.

There is no trace at all to the naked eye.

When Owen realized it, the spell was within inches of him.

He just subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

"Child." His voice was never gentle.

Like an old serious grandpa.

While he was talking, there were tree roots crawling secretly on the ground, binding Owen's legs.

Grindelwald stepped on the snow.

His body always gives people a sense of magnificence from the Alps.

Cold yet charming.

A Bavarian costume, perforated leather, intricately embroidered.

Leather pants and a wide trench coat are paired with high boots.

A sexy and delicate, full of rock and roll feeling, rebellious temperament rushes to the face.

But Grindelwald himself is not as ostentatious as a rock kid, but his every move is like a romantic poet.

If we say that Dumbledore is the most traditional classical wizard in Europe.

Then Grindelwald is described by the writer, the warrior who charged forward during the French Revolution.

Soaked in romance and coldness.

Passion and courage.

His figure was straight.

The hand covered with various scars and wrinkles fell on Owen's cheek.

"The past and the past are no match for the future." He said gracefully, with regret and seriousness in his eyes.

"I apologize Owen."

The scenery in front of him seemed to be getting old, and Owen's heart trembled slightly.

His dazzling eyes became no longer sharp.

Tiredness is visible on his face.

Even those hands, those hands seemed to have been attacked by some kind of permanent black magic, covered with clear scars.

In the past, his grandfather was not like this.

They lived a hermit life in England.

Living in the Welsh countryside before, those were the most relaxing days of Owen's life.

Gentle wind, mountain water, gentle grass.

At that time, his grandfather often took him hunting in the surrounding forests.

Many of his weird magical inspirations sprouted during that time.

Grandpa can always turn his ideas into reality.

Although his grandfather was unsmiling, Owen could feel something like home that he had never felt before.

Later, they moved to London.

Now he still remembers that one afternoon, in Diagon Alley, he gave a lesson to the domineering Draco, and his grandfather gave a lesson to Lucius who came to avenge the cub.

It was a sunny afternoon.

His jeers echoed in the corridors of Diagon Alley.

For a moment, it was as if everything in the past was vividly visible.

"You should take a rest." Grindelwald saw the complicated emotions in Owen's eyes.

Just like the layers of dragon scales with pearly luster that suddenly grew on his arms.

Something was coming to life in him.

At this time, what he really needed was to rest and get a good sleep.

"It's Christmas," he said.

The snow in the forest is still falling.

"Happy holiday."

Grindelwald touched Owen's forehead lightly, and a strange magical power was woven into a spell.

Gradually, he suddenly felt a huge drowsiness.

It came overwhelmingly, like a wave.

Owen still wants to struggle.

He blinked rapidly, but the sleepiness was too strong.

He even heard some kind of whisper in his ear.

"Let go! Owen~"

"boom"

He fell into his grandfather's arms.

The world closes its eyes.

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Inside the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

An unprecedented noise came from inside.

"Voldemort, Death Eaters, Deathborn, and other dark bugs." Sirius and Professor McGonagall stood together.

His tone was strong and excited.

"In a blink of an eye we seemed to be surrounded!"

"There is no doubt that there must be some greater evil behind everything. In the past few months, those evil guys have cooperated."

"This is a huge threat to us!" Professor McGonagall said with a worried expression, frowning.

"Wait, still waiting." Dumbledore sat on the chair.

He also had Tom's diary and the Muggle magical masterpiece "The Lord of the Rings" in his hand.

He said calmly: "Wait until Severus comes back."

"We need a little intelligence."

"That slug!" Sirius was furious. He still couldn't understand why Dumbledore let a Death Eater be a professor in the academy?

Isn’t this raising a tiger’s risk?

"Is he coming back?"

"I'm afraid at this time, he has already knelt in front of his master and kissed his feet."

"Hehe~~~" Sirius just finished speaking.

The door to the principal's office was pushed open.

There are two people here.

One was Snape.

He was wearing a sneering face, "A person like you who has an empty head and can only wave a wand stupidly will naturally not understand what true power is."

The other one is Grindelwald.

His expression was as usual, and after he came in, he only said one sentence.

"Is the child awake yet?"

Dumbledore looked sideways.

The eyes are quite complicated.

"No."

Everyone looked sideways, seeing that Owen was sleeping in an armchair in the office next to the cabinet with the pensieve.

A curtain was stretched around the armchair to isolate the sound.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, then turned back to Snape, "How is he?"

"Dead!" Snape said coldly.

"died?"

"He's not happy with his new body," Snape said, with his trademark, drawl, and thick sarcasm. "He hates his youthful face, and—"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed.

Then, amid hesitation, he whispered: "I lost to that curse twice. His purpose is now clear."

"Really?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with joy.

This was one of the few good news he heard.

It's just about the plan in this area, he still has to study it.

"At the Ministry of Magic?"

"Fudge is dead." Mad-Eye Moody was standing beside Professor Flitwick, leaning on his crutch.

"The man we kept in the basement of the Hog's Head is dead, too."

"She's dead?" Dumbledore was taken aback, which made him a little unexpected.

"During the final battle, the dark wizard and a group of strange wizards frantically attacked the Pig Head Bar. Our people suffered heavy losses. During the chaos, her soul was sucked away by a monster. At that time, our people were moving, and behind It’s not clear what happened, but we found her body at the scene after the war.”

Moody's magic eyes turned wildly, "I can be sure that it is her body, not something pretending to be."

"Okay~ This is sad news." Dumbledore said calmly.

Then his eyes fell on Grindelwald, who was sitting on a chair as if there was no one there, with his head up and his eyes closed.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly froze.

Everyone present looked at the most evil dark wizard ever.

If Voldemort hadn't come from behind, the title of the most powerful dark wizard in the world would still be on his head at this time.

"Wenda is going back to Durmstrang." He said calmly.

"Some idiot left his student behind and she's going back to be principal."