I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 215 Chores at the end of the semester

"It's good to be young, and still feel the hurt of love."

At some point, Dumbledore appeared in the corridor of the infirmary.

His hands were crossed together, his gray beard was bound by a silk thread, and the light blue robe he was wearing was elegant and profound.

Owen had never seen Dumbledore dressed like this.

You know, the old principal likes colorful clothes the most.

What he often wears is his purple wizard robe.

Such an elegant robe, something only Gandalf would wear.

It seems that Principal Dumbledore was greatly influenced by the white-robed swordsman!

——The last time he was at Black's ancestral house, he was shocked that the old headmaster carried the Gryffindor sword with him.

"Oh! I should have said hello before I came in," he said.

"You've already come in, Professor." Owen stared at the principal like an old naughty boy angrily.

"That's right." The old principal blinked mischievously, and then walked towards the hospital bed step by step.

"You have to admit, she is really a very good witch." The old principal leaned on the bed and looked at Hermione lying on the bed. "Probably the best witch to ever come out of Hogwarts."

"It only took more than two months to write a simple book on the principles of alchemy."

"Two months?" Owen was stunned.

"Headmaster, you always have some privileges." Dumbledore smiled at him.

At this moment, Owen suddenly remembered the looking glass in the principal's office - it couldn't even see what happened in the Room of Requirement!

"However, I must say that the time-turner is a very dangerous magic item." The principal said calmly, "I thought you would use it for the right purpose, Owen."

"When you hold it, you are responsible for it."

"Whether it is to you or to her, you are responsible."

The old principal said slowly.

Then with a wave of the palm.

From the inner pocket of Hermione's robe, a funnel-like magical item appeared in his hand.

He held the time turner in his hand, felt the exquisiteness in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh: "Time is the most fascinating thing, but it is also the most dangerous."

"You have to manipulate it carefully and not be manipulated by time."

At this time, Madam Pomfrey finished feeding the potion.

Owen laid Hermione down straight again.

Then at the invitation of Professor Dumbledore.The two walked out of the school medical room together.

What she needs is rest.

It's useless here by yourself.

When he just stepped out of the door of the infirmary, he saw many Gryffindor wizards rushing over.

Harry and Ron were among them, and they wanted to visit Hermione.

But these requests were ruthlessly rejected by Madam Pomfrey.

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey had the absolute right to speak. Even Dumbledore smiled secretly and shook his head helplessly.

Unable to resist, Harry and the others sighed, so they had to make an appointment to visit again tomorrow morning.

As for Owen, he was walking with Headmaster Dumbledore in the corridors of the South End of Hogwarts.

under the moonlight.

The marble on the floor was as shiny as if it had been waxed, clearly reflecting the figures of the two people.

In the magnificent gate, the gate is occupied by a shrub called mistletoe.

There is greenery everywhere.

This can't help but make people sigh, spring has indeed arrived.

"You know? It took me a long time to understand a simple truth." Professor Dumbledore said leisurely, looking at the mountains in the distance through his half-moon glasses. They were standing on the covered bridge between the auditorium, castle and observatory tower. superior.This is one of the best places to view Hogwarts, with the Black Lake below you and a waterfall behind you. A stream of water gushes out from the cracks in the rocks. It seems to have been going on for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years. Years long.

"The real magic, the real precious things, are all around us." A trace of pain visible to the naked eye flashed in his eyes, "Don't let the person who loves us hurt Owen, you have to remember that having a time-turner It means you have a second chance. What has happened can never be changed."

His thoughts were as complicated as the look in his eyes at this moment, and the appearance of his sister seemed to appear in the old principal's mind.Over the years, the girl's appearance has become blurry.

But the deep-rooted pain and regret are like words carved into stone, still clear after thousands of years.

Finally, the scenery in the distance no longer seemed to attract his attention so much.

He turned his attention back to Owen.

He took off his glasses, his blue eyes sparkling, and he felt love ripples in his heart as he looked at the child in front of him who once looked similar to him when he was young.

Dumbledore reached out, touched Owen's head, and said calmly, "You've grown taller."

"I don't know when, you have become a little adult." He said.

"Youth is in full swing, Miss Granger is a good girl, maybe you should try it and feel the love."

There was a smile on his cheeks, it was really like Owen's relatives, his grandfather, and said affectionately.

"Me?" Owen was stunned for a moment.

Then, he stared at the professor with an expression he was accustomed to, and said indifferently: "Love is just a chemical reaction of animal reproduction. It makes people dizzy at first, and then slowly subsides. Life should focus on sublimating oneself, Focus on magic.”

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled, "Then why did you appear in the Gryffindor common room?"

"child."

"When I know about your mother, I understand that you will become a good person. This is something I have never doubted. Like Harry, your body contains the most precious thing in the world, which is love. , a great and selfless mother protects you, and this kind of love naturally affects you, which may be why you are not affected by the fact that you often use black magic."

Hearing the sound, Owen was silent.

He was very tired of Dumbledore's tune that love is the magic weapon of everything.

He doesn't like this kind of thing that can't be grasped. Even if his body is full of traces of love, if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it.

After a while, he raised his head again, looked at Dumbledore, and a smile appeared on his cheeks, "Professor——"

"You and Nicoléme should not communicate by owl letter. He is confused and sometimes sends mail to the wrong address."

A gentle wind came from the black lake rippling with dots of silver ash in the distance. It blew Dumbledore's beard and Owen's black hair.

Owen responded, "I know. Death is just the beginning of another, greater adventure."

The professor looked at him, his tone was kind and gentle as never before: "Yes."

"You always speak catchy words, but do you really understand it?"

He patted Owen on the shoulder and said: "To love someone, to experience a story, to embrace an adventure, don't let the result become a shackle. The important thing is the process."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, but Owen clearly saw some pity and pain in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the old principal's eyes were far-reaching and long.

It's like a bottle of wine that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. It uses bitter memories and sad past, plus a little sweetness of love, to brew a fruit wine that has a bitter aftertaste but is sweet in the mouth.

"Oh! That's right." He suddenly changed the heavy topic.

"Mr. Basil, send me a letter. Said that Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very interested in the teaching of magic schools in Europe. How did you do it. Get them to agree to send a team?"

"Team?" Owen rubbed his head, guessing that it might have something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.

"Scolded him? Intimidated him?"

"It's just a very common method." Owen, who felt that his portrayal was getting darker and darker, quickly explained: "I wasn't the one who threatened him, it was Neville who used a Patronus Charm to scare him and left without eating. "

"Really?" Dumbledore looked at him with blue eyes, and then his brows relaxed, "In short, our goal has finally been achieved."

"Go back to sleep, kid."

"Tomorrow will be another day."

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Villagers in Little Hangleton still refer to the house as 'Riddle House', even though the Riddles have not lived here for many years.

The house is situated on a hillside from which the whole village can be seen.

The originally magnificent building has now become dilapidated ruins, although it can still be vaguely recognized from the ruined walls that there used to be a beautiful big house here.

On the mountain, a lame old man who looked to be in his 70s was bending over to clean up the vines on the fence outside the house.

I don’t know why, but this old man named Frank did not choose to leave after the Riddle family died overnight in the past 50 years. Instead, he continued to stay here and diligently guarded the house and yard.

The neat lawn outside the courtyard is his painstaking effort.

Normally he would not allow anyone else to enter the manor.

But today is different.

Just a few feet away from him, there was a rush of people.

Countless wizards in black robes come and go.

Their faces were heavy and they were all exhausted.

Moody stood in the open space in the courtyard, watching the wizards coming and going as they brought in corpses. Those - just a moment ago, it was their living colleagues, but now they have become cold corpses.

"What are you thinking?"

Theseus Scamander limped over.

His left leg was stained with blood. Although he had undergone simple treatment, there was black magic in the injured area, and the bursts of pain reminded him that he was still lucky to be alive.

"Somewhat strange~"

Moody's magic eyes stretched and retracted, and his eyes flicked over the corpses of theirs or dark wizards on the ground.

"Most of the people who died here were ordinary dark wizards. None of the Death Eaters who were loyal to the mysterious man were caught."

"I feel like we fell into a trap."

"You guessed right." Theseus nodded, and he stood still, "The mysterious man used our hands to kill those dark wizards who were not loyal to him, which not only hit other dark wizard forces, but also We have seriously weakened our strength."

"But we have to give blood." Moody said solemnly, "Are we going to sit back and watch these dark wizards do whatever they want?"

"It's a conspiracy."

"Both the mysterious man and we need this result." Theseus said in a deep voice, "The British Ministry of Magic must return to normal immediately, the people can no longer afford any turmoil."

"That's the only way," he said.

"Although this is hard to accept, but - the Ministry of Magic can no longer bear any risks." Moody sighed similarly, "The next thing is for Barty Crouch to worry about. All we can do is already It’s reached its limit.”

The two were silent at the same time.

A moment of silence for the war that just happened.

This was the largest battle since the Battle of Hogsmeade.Aurors arrested and killed dozens of dark wizards alone.

Of course, they also paid a painful price. More than a dozen companions died, and almost everyone died.

The footsteps of summer are getting closer and closer.

Who would have imagined that this is indeed the biggest cold winter before summer.

A dozen more Aurors died—————

"The Ministry of Magic actually arrested dozens of dark wizards at once!!!"

Hogwarts.

In the school nurse's room, Owen was sitting with Harry and the others in front of Hermione's hospital bed.

He was peeling an apple, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that there is no smile on his face, not at all like him in the past.

Harry was holding a copy of the "Daily Prophet". Ever since he subscribed to the "Daily Prophet" in anticipation of when the Ministry of Magic would reopen the Sirius case, he became more interested in reading and reading newspapers every day.

"They say the Aurors and the Dark wizards who basically wiped out the wizarding world of England."

"Barty Crouch has announced that the "Unforgivable Curses Restriction Act" will be restarted. And the issue of pensions for sacrificed Aurors has begun."

"I thought he wouldn't look back until he hit the south wall." Ron snorted softly, and took a bite of the unpeeled apple in his hand. "At least we can be safer in summer vacation."

"There are still two months left, and you're already looking forward to the summer vacation." Hermione on the bed said angrily, "What you're really worried about is the final exam~~~"

As she said that, she was about to get up, but just when she was holding the bed board with both hands and trying to overcome the discomfort caused by the sore arm muscles, a line of sight suddenly fell on her.

Immediately, Hermione's face froze, and then she quickly recovered and lay down again.

"Why is it so hard for you to lie down!" Owen looked at her with a bad look in his eyes, casually handed her the apple in his hand, and then continued: "Give me a week to lie down. During this period, you are not allowed to read or use your brain!"

"Why!" Hermione asked subconsciously, holding the apple in her hand but feeling cold in her heart.

"I'm not discussing with you Miss Granger, I'm just making a routine announcement!"

"Otherwise - do you want to try being petrified and lie down for a week?"

"Yes, my drafts, my parchments, I..."

"Hehe." Owen sneered, his eyes flickered with teasing, "You are so hardworking! Miss Granger."

"Then I can't even let you read books! Save me the title of number one in age!"

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Hearing the sound, Hermione couldn't help but give him a blank look.

Who cares about your title of No. [-] in your age?

Thinking to herself, she slowly opened her mouth and took a bite of the green apple in her hand. Mmm - it's so sweet!