I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 204 Treatment Method

single style.

It will only make people feel that the culture of wizards is really lacking.

Therefore, almost all of Owen's clothes are made by Muggles, and he is a senior customer of a major British clothing factory.

Walk in the forefront of international fashion and embrace high-end life.A promising little wizard in the new era who rejects the narrowness of wizards.

(The real reason is that Muggle clothes are cheaper than wizard clothes.)

(Sterling is often available, but gold galleons are not often available, so the world saves galleons and spends pounds.)

Of course, Muggle clothes just don't wear well.

So his shoes are generally dragon leather boots produced by wizards.

No matter how hard it is, I can’t bear to wear shoes!

"Oh! No, child, we won't put the face of the mysterious man on our head." Although the old witch looked very scary, just like those old witches in fairy tales.

But in fact, her behavior is quite elegant and her conversation is very noble.

A heavy sense of history unique to pure-blooded families rushed over.

"You are Harry Potter, aren't you!" She suddenly looked at Harry carefully, and then stretched out a hard-working, eagle-clawed hand, "Your parents are also heroes, and you have perfectly inherited their parents. Pros, I heard about Ni in the newspaper, and you defeated the mysterious man again, didn't you?"

"Neville thinks highly of you."

"Neville?" Harry shook her hand.

At this time, Sirius' voice suddenly came from their right side, "Mrs. Lombard?"

Sirius walked over step by step, "It seems that you know them."

"Harry, Owen, Ron, and Hermione. They are all Neville's classmates."

"Yes, I know them. Neville told me about them." Mrs. Longbottom noblely extended her hand to them all and shook hands with them one by one.

Only when she shook hands with Owen, she paused for a moment, "Neville told me that you are the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever seen. You can even fight against spells with the professors. He said: You gave He's been a great help, and I can see that the boy's progress in Charms is astounding, and he's able to cast the Patronus Charm. So young—not even his father was capable of such a feat at his age."

"Neville is already very talented, and may be weak in spells, but his talent in herbology is unparalleled. Professor Sprout even wants him to be transferred to Hufflepuff so that he can pick her up. Ben." Owen said very politely, after all, she is Neville's grandma!He was still given face, and besides, he didn't lie. In the future, Neville would indeed become the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts.

"As for the Patronus Curse, I have to thank the Ministry of Magic for sending the dementors to Hogwarts, and thank those dark creatures for providing all support except help."

"That's really not a good idea," said Mrs. Lombard empathetically.

When it comes to one of the darkest creatures in the wizarding world, the dementors, no one likes that stuff.

"The Ministry of Magic is still as stupid as ever." Sirius said unceremoniously.

After his words fell, Mrs. Lombard gave him a high look. She seemed to know that Sirius was wrongly accused, so she didn't care about his cynicism.

An innocent person has been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years. If he doesn't even have the right to complain and curse, then this world is too cruel.

"Madam, can I go see them?" As he spoke, Sirius suddenly whispered in a deep voice.

"Of course~"

Mrs. Lombard did not refuse, then turned around and led them towards the wards at the deepest part of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, they entered a door that no one knew.

Compared with Professor Lu Ping's side, where there was an endless stream of visiting people, this side seemed much deserted.

In the ward, everything was white, and even the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside.

There are no entertainment facilities, only cold treatment equipment.

There are two patients in the room.

Of course there were originally three, and the third one was of course that idiot Lockhart.

However, due to Owen's interference, Lockhart's memory in this world was not erased, so he was admitted to the lowest level of Azkaban instead of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

I don't know if he is still alive now.

Harry recognized immediately the woman in her pajamas who moved about the ward like a rootless ghost, no longer the round, happy face that Moody had in the photo of the original Order of the Phoenix.

Her face was thin and haggard now, her eyes were very large, and her hair was gray, disheveled and dry.She didn't seem to want to speak, or was unable to speak, and she timidly gestured and pinched something in her hands.

As for the wizard, he lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and muttering to himself.

"They are my son and daughter-in-law." Mrs. Lombard looked arrogantly at the little wizards aside and said, "They were tortured crazy by the mysterious man's men."

"They're Aurors, well respected in the wizarding world." She continued, "They're very talented, and passed the Ministry of Magic Auror exams at a young age, alas - Alice sat down and was careful to be moved. "

"Oh my God!" Hermione's eyes widened.He looked at the two wandering souls in front of him in disbelief.

Harry and Ron also looked uncomfortable.

Especially Harry, in the photo album that Hagrid gave him, there was a group photo of the early members of the Order of the Phoenix, because of his parents, Harry almost engraved that photo in his mind.

The two people in the photo have round and plump cheeks, cuddling happily together, holding hands, and looking at the camera with a smile.

But now—they with sallow complexions are completely different from those in those days.

"This is all my fault." Sirius murmured painfully.

Seeing his comrade who used to fight shoulder to shoulder being tortured to this point by his cousin made him feel more uncomfortable than anyone else.

Then he recalled what Owen had said to him.

If he hadn't been so impulsive back then, if he could continue to be vigilant against those Death Eaters rationally, if he could have done more.

Maybe this won't happen.

"No, it's not your fault, Blake, you did your best." Mrs. Lombard was a little tired. She had endured more pressure than anyone else over the years. "I'm proud of them for sacrificing their health and sanity."

"They're heroes," murmured Sirius.

The tone was more painful than before.

Because of Mrs. Lombard's 'You did your best'.

Everyone will sigh with emotion after learning his story, you have tried your best, you have done your best.

But they don't know that what they are most afraid of hearing is: you have tried your best.

Because only he himself knows that he didn't try his best.

He should try harder.

As Owen told him in Azkaban, he was hiding in prison not to atone for his sins, but to escape. He couldn't bear the fact that his best friend was killed because of his own mistakes.

He couldn't stand the miserable ending of his current comrades.

If he hadn't learned that Peter was still alive, if he hadn't been worried about Harry's safety, he should have died in Azkaban.

——Sirius will never forgive himself.

Even everyone, James himself forgave him.

He couldn't forgive himself either.

Because the pain is not lessened by forgiveness.

Whenever he thought of the happy and unforgettable summer vacation in Godric's Hollow, the pain would become more and more painful like a wave.

"Well, there's nothing to see." Mrs. Lombard sighed. "Now that you have regained your freedom and are capable, you must live up to the responsibilities you shoulder. Black, don't be carried away by anger again."

Several people left the room.

When the old lady left, Hermione said with tears in her eyes: "It turns out that I never knew about Neville's parents."

"I don't know either." Ronan's voice was hoarse.

"Me too." Harry said sadly, "I just knew that the two of them were driven mad by the Cruciatus Curse by the Death Eaters, but I didn't know that it was Neville's parents."

"Hagrid told me about the members of the original Order of the Phoenix. I have a picture of them together."

"The Cruciatus Curse?" Hermione said in horror, her eyes couldn't stop looking at Owen, which reminded her of a dark wizard Owen once tortured.

"Look what I'm doing, doesn't that idiot deserve it?" Owen naturally knew what Hermione was thinking.

He replied directly.

"I now know that there is a reason why those spells are unforgivable. It has brought disaster to so many families," she said.

"But even if these three spells don't exist, there will be other black magic to take their place. Even if you ban all black magic, there are still common spells like the Cutting Curse that can kill people. Even if you ban all of these, There is also a floating spell that can knock people to death.

Even if you ban wizards from casting spells, there are still Muggle weapons, all kinds of firearms, killing people faster than spells, then what do you do?Ban all killing weapons?

Will this bring peace?

No, no, they still have sticks, stones, fists, teeth.

Human struggles can never end.

Because hatred comes from the human heart, and the human heart is unpredictable. "

Owen whispered, "But the Three Unforgivables are indeed different from other types of black magic."

His words made everyone fall into deep thought, and only Hermione realized after a long time, "What's the difference."

"The three Unforgivable Curses all work on the soul."

"The Cruciatus Curse is no exception." Owen explained, "The reason why the Cruciatus Curse is so painful is because it destroys a person's soul."

"Neville's parents were not so much tortured insane as they were broken."

"Is there a way to fix that?" Hermione blurted out.

"There is still a way." Owen took out his wand silently, "I wanted to try it just now, but because Mrs. Lombard was here, I was worried that if it didn't work, I would disappoint her again. not easy."

He held his wand to his brain, and drew out a strand of silver.

Then, he scattered the silver threads and said silently: "Calling the gods to protect you!"

The next moment, a little phoenix, much smaller than usual, flew out of the silver mist.

Like a swallow, it flew through the air and sank back into the room with the closed door.

There, Owen clearly saw two weak and broken souls in the room through the eyes of the patron saint.

As he expected, what Owen saw were two extremely powerful patron saints. They curled up together like a cocoon, wrapping the damaged soul inside without leaving a single crack.

This is probably the body's protection mechanism.

he guessed.

Thinking about it, as if he were freeing those who had died, the patron saint sent down gentle emotions, which were part of his soul.

As dots of golden brilliance fell, the patron saints of the two had their own reactions.

They looked up at Owen weakly, with confusion, doubt, and even more vigilance in their eyes.

Irving didn't care either. It would be nice if there was a reaction, but he was afraid there wouldn't be any reaction.

As he spoke, he manipulated the phoenix to fly back to the corridor.

"It can be cured, but not now, it will take time." Owen reopened his closed eyes.

Seeing this, Hermione on the side hurriedly asked, "Why, if you have the ability to save those poor people, you should do so immediately instead of waiting."

"Okay, Miss Granger." Owen glared at Hermione angrily, "Do you want to drain me dry and stuff it into Neville's parents' bodies?"

"Do you think soul energy is like Hogwarts' leeks? Cut and grow again?"

"That consumes all my essence, sir!" Owen continued: "Do you think you were dealing with the dead before, to seduce them a little and make them accept their own death?"

"Do you want to see them die?"

"No! Then don't say such stupid things again!"

Owen scolded Hermione, and the little witch was stunned into silence, no longer speaking.

She didn't take it to heart, she was used to being ridiculed, and today's attack power is not enough at all!

"Oh! Okay!" She said in a deep voice, then lowered her head and became silent.

On the side, Sirius looked at Owen meaningfully, and then spoke slowly.

"Should I get you a Christmas present?"

"Although I don't want to give it at all, you have saved Harry several times after all."

"Don't force yourself. Forget it if you don't want to give it. At worst, I won't save Harry next time." Owen spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

"Er—" Harry, who was shot inexplicably, stared at Owen helplessly.

This guy just refuses to admit defeat. He has never seen Irving admit defeat.

"If it can be saved, it must be saved." Harry underestimated in a low voice.

"." Sirius was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Come with me!"

After saying goodbye to Professor Lupine.

A group of people left the hospital.

Standing on the deserted street suddenly lightly snowed, Sirius told them, "I'm going to an unpleasant place first, which is not connected to the Floo network."

"An unpleasant place?" Harry froze for a moment.

"Yes, although I don't really want to go back, there is really nothing more suitable as a Christmas present for Owen and Hermione than those things."

"How would we get by without the Floo network?" Ron asked.

And Sirius took out his wand without thinking, and then the tip of the wand glowed fluorescently, standing upright in front of him.

While Harry was in a daze, suddenly something seemed to squeeze out of the thin air in the distance.

The four hurriedly dodged, and the knight bus stopped where they had just stood, with a deafening sound.

Stan Thornpark, the conductor, jumped onto the sidewalk, drew out his wand in the same way, and looked at them cautiously.

It wasn't until he saw Harry's face clearly that he regained his enthusiasm and greeted him.

"Harry Potter~! You are Harry Potter, the hero who saves the world again! I recognize the scar on your forehead!" Stan became excited, and he exclaimed happily: "You know? They are all photos of you, the photos of you and the mysterious man in a stalemate."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of "Daily Prophet" from his pocket.On it, the headline on the front page, Harry's photo can be seen in detail in the most prominent position.

That's when he connected with Voldemort's wand Flashback Charm.

You don’t have to guess that the photo was taken by Colin. The little guy didn’t know how much money he had cheated the Daily Prophet this time.

"Can you sign your name for me?" With that, Stan panted heavily and raised his left arm, regardless of the cold wind and the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero.

Revealing sallow, rough, dirty skin.

He pointed to his left hand and said, "Just sign here."

"Uh" Stan looked around excitedly, while Harry looked embarrassed.

This was the first time he met such enthusiastic fans.

And he didn't really feel like he had done anything.

It was Dumbledore and Grindelwald who drove away Voldemort, and in that battle, if anyone really saved the Aurors and poor wizards in Hogsmeade, it had to be Owen.

His contributions far exceeded his own.

But - Dumbledore said that the current wizarding world was not ready to face the truth, so he did not publicize Owen's achievements, which made him feel guilty.

I always feel that I have robbed Owen of the credit.

"Please, just sign, it won't take long." Stan pressed forward step by step, but Harry was confused and had to keep retreating.

"Go away!" Sirius on the side grabbed Stan's collar with one hand and pushed it aside.

Owen stared at Harry with some gloating.

Then he got into the car with Hermione.

There were very few passengers on the bus.

There were only two other people besides the driver.

They were all lying on beds with brass pillars as if sleeping.

Owen stretched out his magic wand in advance, deforming a few metal chains, and firmly locked the bed he was sitting on with the car.

"Hey, buddy, you're famous again." Ron said to Harry enviously.

"Although you were already famous, you are even more famous now."

"I don't want to be famous at all!" Harry said angrily.

Sitting on the bed sulking.

And Sampak who followed seemed not at all frightened by Sirius' rudeness just now.

He was still talking happily to them.

Continue to beg Harry for his autograph.

But Harry just ignored him.

ten minutes later.

The Knight Bus stopped in the middle of a small square covered with tangled weeds.

The sudden brake made the wizards on the other two beds jerky and dizzy.

One of them was thrown straight off the bed.

Like a meatball, he rushed towards Sampak who was still chattering.

"retribution."