I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 209 Rozier - always the winner.

Others, which are rare in number, have larger petals and more vivid colors, like bleeding roses, stand proudly above other roses.

Like the flowers that made up that Swann Rozier, and Wenda Rozier, and her mother.

All larger and more colorful than the others.

Gradually Owen understood.

The so-called heirs are the characters who lead the family down like the head of the family, and their flowers are bigger.

Other common family members are even smaller.

In addition, he also noticed that the stamen of the rose that made up Wenda was not golden, but white.

What does this mean?

"That means being expelled from the family."

The headmaster Black seemed to see the doubt in Owen's eyes as he stared at Wenda's rose in a daze.

"The unique labeling method of the Rozier family."

"The white represents removal and the removal of the flowers represents severing ties with her."

"So that's the case!" Owen nodded.

As a layman, he really didn't know much about these pure-blood families.

He's not even as good as Sirius in this regard.

Although he betrayed Black, at least he had access to the knowledge of the family.

"Live to be old, learn to be old!" He said in an inexplicable mocking tone.

With the help of the wand, he carefully chanted the cutting spell to precisely control the magic power.

Poked a small hole in his index finger.

"Ah~~~I'm hurt, I'm hurt!" He held his index finger, and then wiped the blood that could not drip off on the stamen of the rose that represented himself.

"Got to Madam Pomfrey for a bottle of potion to wipe it off."

"It's healed!" growled the portrait of Headmaster Black.

Principal Delise Derwent also laughed out loud.

"Oh! It's really healed." Owen rubbed his finger. Except for a little bit of blood stains that were almost negligible, there was indeed no blood that continued to flow out.

And the flower stained with his blood suddenly bloomed.

It suddenly grew bigger as if being pulled out by someone.

It feels like roses have turned into roses.

"Wow!" Owen looked at the family tree in front of him in surprise, "How did it recognize that the blood belonged to me, and how did it confirm that the person belonged to the Rozier family?"

He looked at it with eager eyes. The magic technology contained in the thing in front of him was definitely not low.

Unfortunately, his question was not answered.

The headmasters are not all like Dumbledore's outstanding contributions in alchemy.

"Okay. I can write to Nick." As he said that, he turned to look at the federation liaison officer, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"I" Mr. Basil, with clear stupidity shining in his brown eyes.

It's almost written on my face that I don't know anything, so don't ask me anything.

Yes, this is a very pure courier.

Owen sighed, and didn't expect to get anything out of his mouth.

"So what's the use of this heir? I thought that from now on, my buddy will be prosperous and have endless golden Galleons." Owen complained silently, then glanced at the pillar beside him, and said to him flatly , "Have a light meal downstairs?"

"Okay!" As soon as he talked about eating, Mr. Basil immediately became energetic.

The two eyes refocused from daze.

It looked like goggles were on.

Haha - he is still a pure cook!

Bending down to put away the family tree belonging to the Rozier family, it was very miraculous. When his fingers just touched the blue-gray paper, the rose tree frantically went back in time, and then slowly returned to the paper. Inside.

"It's amazing, it's amazing." He sighed with emotion, then picked it up.

"Well, it can be seen that they definitely hired a master of alchemy when making this family tree. Or was there an alchemy master in the previous Rozier family?"

As he spoke, Owen refolded the family tree, folded it in half several times, and put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to leave, a small, palm-sized card fell out of the family tree.

"This is?" A huge rose bloomed on the white gold-rimmed card.

The pistils of roses make up a magic wand.

There is a sentence printed below - elegance never goes out of style.

Could this be the family motto of the Rozier family?

Owen guessed, turning over the card.

———To Owen Undine Rozier

When you read this letter, probably Dumbledore won!

But I didn't lose either.

Yes, a child named Owen.

——Swan Salimanda Rozierliu.

"This" has a strange taste of conspiracy.

A few short sentences seemed to explain that the witch named Swan was trying to confront Dumbledore.But she failed.

It was obvious that she had lost her life.

But she said she did not fail.

and called his name.

This means that although she failed, the Rozier family did not fail, because no matter what, the blood of this family flowed in his body. Among the four forces in the magical world, the Federation, Saints, Death Eaters, Now add him, Hogwarts.

This family has tentacles in almost every force.

In other words, no matter which force wins in the end, the Rozier family will remain invincible.

And now that she has given up the position of head of the family to herself, is she saying that she is more optimistic about Dumbledore?

"A boring family dispute." Owen chuckled, then put the card back into his pocket.

"Mediocrity is the root of all evil. Reaching out everywhere will only arouse the disgust of everyone."

He said something incomprehensible to himself.

Then the smile came back to his face.

Owen called that Mr. Basil out of the office and went to the auditorium.

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Walking on the spiral staircase, the young Basil's eyes never stopped. As he walked around, his gaze kept passing by the portraits on the wall, the shining sky on the ceiling, and the spiral staircase under his feet. are very interested.

"Which school did you graduate from?"

You can tell by his appearance that he is definitely not a Hogwarts student.

"Ilvermorny." He said blankly, his eyes still looking around unstoppably.

"Oh! Sister, look."

Owen pretended to be surprised and said, "That's a good place. I heard that there is a snake tree in your school, and its leaves have powerful medical effects."

"Yes, that is the treasure of our Ilvermorny." Mr. Basil said proudly.

He gradually withdrew his gaze, and the strange expression at the beginning was taken over by an inexplicable sense of superiority.

As an outstanding graduate of Ilvermorny, in this strange school, he must show a little bit, otherwise he will be looked down upon by others.

Mr. Basil thought so.

"Hogwarts also has many treasures. The relics left by the four founders are all legendary magical props. The spiral staircase under our feet is the founder of Ravenclaw, Rowena Ravenclaw. It was built by Wenclaw, and there are many mysterious places in the castle." Owen saw the gentleman's sense of superiority in his eyes.

The debate between father and son slightly arose in my heart.

Although the position of father and son has been reversed in the British Empire, this is not the case in the wizarding world. The wizarding world in the United States has developed rapidly over the years. After World War II, it has attracted wizards from other regions just like the country established by Muggles in that land.

Today, the level of prosperity even exceeds that of the British wizarding world.

However, although the British Ministry of Magic has begun to decline, it is still one of the best magical governments in the world.It has a profound foundation and archaeological research ensures that it has some advantages.

Although this advantage passes quickly.

It won't be long before it will be surpassed by other countries.

But at least not now.

"I heard that the founder of Ilvermorny is from England!"

"You can look around. She is a descendant of Slytherin, the four founders of Hogwarts. She has dreamed of going to Hogwarts all her life. Unfortunately, she has a vicious aunt who prevents her from going to Hogwarts. Later, the lady fled to the United States. Based on the description of Hogwarts I heard from my aunt and my own imagination, Ilvermorny, which also has four colleges, was established."

Owen introduced the history of Ilvermorny eloquently. These facts have long been lost in the long river of history.

The history of magic in the United States only records that the founder of Ilvermorny came from England and was persecuted.

But the specific things are not recorded in detail.

This is after Owen told the truth.

That Mr. Basil's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

He may have felt offended by himself and his alma mater, even if everything Owen said was true.

"Ilvermorny is a great magic school. It cannot be slandered." He said seriously, looking at Owen with an evil look in his eyes. "It's the greatest magic school in the world."

"We are open and inclusive, and we are the first wizarding school to accept wizards from No-Maj (American Muggles) to study at the academy.

We have united against the Puritans of the New World for hundreds of years.

We are good at improving, whether it is North America or South America, whether it is European traditional spells or African gesture witchcraft, Ilvermorny is compatible and innovative, teaching more magic than you can learn in a lifetime. "Mr. Basil said proudly.

His haughty words led to constant criticism of the portraits on the walls.

"Arrogant boy! When Hogwarts was founded, your America was still swamps and hills!"

"What Ilvermorny, I've never heard of it, may I ask what kind of school it is?"

"Didn't you hear what that kid said? Your founder still wants to study at Hogwarts! It's just that she has no chance!"

Most of the murals in Hogwarts Castle are wizards from England.

And they were all well-known wizards with outstanding contributions. Mr. Basil blushed because he noticed that many of the characters in the portraits on the wall appeared in the textbooks of his school days.

This made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't just raise his hands and show the white chess.

After all, he is American, not French.

"Honestly, there's nothing special about having a long history," he said stiffly.

"I've heard of Hogwarts. Last year, the European Wizarding News published a piece of news, saying that a little wizard from Hogwarts defeated hundreds of dementors.

Humph - this is simply a big lie!

A twelve or thirteen-year-old wizard is pretty good at making his wand even a little Patronus light up - defeating a hundred of them is just nonsense!

It's clear that the school doesn't teach its students what humility is. "

"Haha!!!" Mr. Basil's words successfully made the wizards in the portraits laugh so hard that they fell off their feet.

There was even a medieval lady who overturned the precious teacup from the Ming Dynasty in the Far East.

But she didn't feel sorry at all.Instead, tears of laughter flowed out.

"You boy who sits in a well and looks at the sky!" an old wizard sternly reprimanded.

"Hogwarts is the greatest school of wizardry in the world." His high-pitched voice echoed down the stairs.

"Patronus Charm - you can grab any young wizard. If he doesn't know how to do it, you can take my portrait out of here and burn it!"

"Hoho! Owen give it a show and tell him to shut his mouth!"

At this time, a ghost suddenly drilled out from the wall.

That was Sir Nigglas of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick.

Since the death of the Deadborn, the spirit power that belonged to him returned to the petrified spirit body.

With no physical distress, ghosts recover much faster than wizards.

"Sir, you look the same as ever."

"Better than ever!" Nick waved his fist and made a muscle-flexing gesture.

"Quickly, let him open his eyes! This pompous fellow!"

"No need! I'll just find someone for this simple spell." As he spoke, Owen's eyes swept across the revolving corridor, and finally fell on the happy Neville.

He was cheerful, as if his whole body was wrapped in honey.

"Hey, Neville, here's a Patronus Charm. This Ilvermorny philistine doesn't believe a little wizard at Hogwarts can use it."

"Huh?" Neville, who was preparing to eat in the auditorium, raised his head blankly.

He just got a letter from grandma.

His parents seemed to regain some consciousness, not much, but his dad called his grandma by name for the first time in 12 years.

OMG!

What a joy!

Neville, who was full of sweetness in his heart, did not question Owen. He took out his wand, waved it lightly with his father's wand, and said a spell.

"Call God Guard!"

The next second a majestic lion leaped out from the tip of his wand.

The roar of the tiger resounded throughout the stairs.

"Ho! A true Gryffindor!" Nick's eyes lit up and he commented enthusiastically.

In fact, Neville was not very successful in summoning the physical guardian.

Most of him can only summon a ball of light, although he has practiced this spell very hard, Owen guessed that this may have something to do with his experience.

Poor Neville lost his parents' company since he was a child, which left a huge hole in his heart.

And this also made it easier for him to use the Patronus Charm than others.

"Oh my God!" Mr. Basil's eyes widened and he looked at Neville in disbelief.

A complete physical body patron saint, and it still came from the hands of a child who looked only thirteen or fourteen.

how can that be!

For a moment, he only felt that part of his worldview had collapsed.

"But—although I admit that summoning a physical guardian at this age is quite remarkable, but—there are hundreds of dementors." Although the majestic tiger was close at hand, Mr. Basil was still quibbling.

He never believed that a little wizard could have such a powerful force, enough to fight against the power of hundreds of dementors.

"You can think whatever you want!" Seeing that the gentleman was still stubborn, Owen lost his mind to continue entanglement with him.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

That being the case, let him live in his own narrow world.

Then, he walked up to Neville and asked him what happy event he had recently.

The Gryffindor Juggernaut responded with a smile, but did not tell him why.

The two of them walked like this until they got out of the spiral staircase.

"If I catch you experimenting with pranks on little wizards again, you two will pack your things and move out of Gryffindor Tower."

As soon as they entered the gate in front of the auditorium, they met Professor McGonagall who was reprimanding the Weasley twins in front of the auditorium.

The professor looked stern.

Both Weasleys shivered.

"Huh? Are you finished?" As if sensing someone approaching behind him, Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Owen and Neville leading Mr. Basil.

"That's right! I brought Mr. Basil to the auditorium for dinner. Really, the president of the federation didn't care at all about how he treated his subordinates. He casually left them in the office, which made people feel cold. .”

As Owen spoke, he especially emphasized the word 'eat'.

In an instant Mr. Basil's face grew darker.

It seems that he came to rub a meal.

"Albus doesn't know about it," Professor McGonagall explained.

"That's even more chilling. Mr. Basil has come all the way to Hogwarts, and he doesn't even know." As he spoke, Little Heizi changed his tone, "But fortunately, we Hufflepuffs all He is so warm-hearted. There is nothing he can do to make his guests go home hungry.”

He pointed far into the auditorium.

He said with feigned enthusiasm, "You can sit down casually, order a glass of your favorite juice, order a steak and enjoy this pleasant afternoon."

"Of course, I don't know what happens to the little wizards in Ilvermorny, but the little wizards in Hogwarts are a little bit active. You may encounter some well-intentioned people during the meal. There is absolutely no malice at all." prank. Believe me, this is one way we welcome outsiders.

You know, as the oldest magic school in Europe, Hogwarts has many invisible but real rules that are different from those new schools that have not been established for a long time. You must abide by her, of course I believe Basil As a gentleman, Mr. must understand and support us.

Maybe you don’t know, but I’ve actually heard about your Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You also have four schools, right? I know Hydra Academy and Thunderbird Academy, we’re Hufflepuffs, yes The college I am in is a very good, hard-working, kind, sincere, and friendly college. The most famous senior, Mr. Newt Scamander, you should have heard of him. The world-class book "Amazing The author of Where are the Animals, his wife is a witch of Ilvermorny, so it seems that we are still very close.

Mrs. Scamander and Senior Newt get along very well, just like us today, we will definitely get along very happily! "