I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 350 The first contact with the gods - the hidden door key

"What a terrible life!" Madame Maxime murmured.

I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of urgency in my heart.

In addition, Professor Luping also looked shocked.

How come he had only left Hogwarts for less than a year, and the little wizard was already so powerful?

look -

Harry used the Summoning Spell to control the rocks on the snowy mountain and throw them towards the Legion of Omen. His proficiency was almost as good as that of an ordinary trainee Auror.

He often comes into contact with trainee Aurors.

Because of his status as a werewolf, he has no choice but to wander around Knockturn Alley and other places where dark creatures are infested. The most common Auror patrolling there is a trainee Auror who is still in training, usually an old Auror. Luo brought a new Auror with him.

It can be said that Harry's current strength is enough for him to enter the Auror training camp and receive systematic training.

Of course - to become a real Auror, it is not enough to be able to cast spells. Harry must at least pass the Ultimate Wizarding Test (NEWT) in the four courses of Herbology, Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration. ) 'excellent' or 'good' results.

This is difficult. The NEWT exam is very difficult. There are so many Hogwarts graduates, but only a handful of students can be called outstanding.

But on the other hand, it's not difficult.

Because now Harry has completed the NEWT requirements for some subjects, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He is only in fifth grade in the second half of the year and has plenty of time to study.

I believe that in another year or two, in seventh grade, Harry may surpass her mother's seven outstanding ones.

Unconsciously, Professor Luping's mind wandered far away.

Also drifting away was Sirius.

In fact, among the Marauders, none of the four of them have the best academic performance. They only have deep knowledge in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. As for other subjects - let's not mention them.

Lily has the best academic performance. She is the prefect of Gryffindor and the president of the Girls Student Union. She has nine outstanding OWLs and passed seven NEWT courses. Except for Barty Crouch Jr. later, She is probably the best graduate of Hogwarts since Tom.

Now it seems that Harry has completely inherited his mother's talent.

For a moment, the two professors were somewhat relieved.

As for Ron, to be honest, his performance is not much worse than Harry's. The new wand Dragon Nerve is also suitable for casting powerful spells, but - how to put it, it is still a bit frizzy, and the frequency of casting spells and the angle of attack are poor. He is not as skillful and cunning as Harry, but in the entire Hogwarts, there are not many young wizards who can defeat him.

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It will be dark.

The endless army of evil omens finally succumbed to the combined efforts of giants and wizards.

This is due to their boring attack methods.

They either threw fire or threw spears, and the close combat was lackluster. Although their bodies were quite resistant to magic spells, the main attackers this time were giants. They were pure physical power with punches to the flesh.

This makes the high magic resistance of the Sons of Omen completely useless.

Taking advantage of their size, the giants fought like wolves among sheep. Although they also suffered casualties, they still won the battle.

Follow up.

Owen did not participate in the cleaning of the battlefield.

He was exhausted and used the Origin Curse extensively, no matter how full his magic was and he couldn't stand sucking it out with the water pump.

After all, the potion you drink is just a tonic. The body is not a dam. When there is no water, just store some in it.

The function of the magic potion is only to relieve symptoms. If you really want to replenish your magic power, it won't be much.

After a simple dinner, he went to find Miss Granger to share his bed with. Unfortunately, she was not willing. He glared at her with a slightly red face, and ran to help clean up the battlefield amidst the good-hearted smiles of the wizards around him. .

Uninterested, Owen returned to the tent alone, lay down on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He was really tired.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the next morning.

The sunlight shining in from the window dazzled his eyes.

He turned over in a daze, as if he pressed against something, something warm and soft, and then he subconsciously leaned against it.He hugged that thing and fell asleep again.

About a while later.

Owen slowly opened his sore eyes.

"Blind - going blind!" He cried out in pain.

My eyes are so sore that I can't even open them.

It takes tremendous courage and strength to control the raising of your eyelids every time.

Then he struggled like this for a long time before finally getting up from the bed.

The bedside was empty, except for the faint lingering fragrance.

The wind outside the window blew his silver hair.

He was confused for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Get out of bed, wash up, and open the door.

A few people downstairs who had finished breakfast were sitting around on the sofa.

A cold, stiff, headless corpse lay on the floor.

"Tch—it's really unlucky."

Slowly, Owen walked down the spiral staircase.

This tent is the tent used by Sirius at the Quidditch World Cup.

It was several stories high and filled with all kinds of things.Food, potions, and even the ability to phantom.

"Good morning." Madame Maxime said, her tone softening a lot, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, I think it should still be hot."

"Oh!" Owen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Sure enough, I found a few slices of pumpkin pie in the pot.

After eating the cake, he strutted to the living room and glanced down at the white and stiff corpse on the ground.

He continued to take a bite of the cake.

Really fragrant!

"The giantess of the Volcano tribe has confessed." Sirius said coldly.

He was in no mood to comment on Owen's good appetite.

"I rushed here with Moody and Kingsley last night, and they tried to pry open the giant's mouth."

"Oh?" Owen looked around and didn't see Professor Lupin, Hagrid or Harry. They must be outside helping the giants repair their homes.

"According to the female giant's confession, these people are named: Godskin Messengers."

"Godskin Messenger?" Owen took another bite of the pumpkin pie.

Then he looked at the corpse in front of him seriously.

Robes tanned with plump skin.

The peeled skin still retains oil, making it soft and elastic.

There are seven faces on the apron.Symbolizing the poor soul that can withstand seven fatal spells.

On the back resides the elements of the furnace,

The appearance of the granulation is very similar to that of the previous furnace life.

But not that big, just in its infancy.

The person in front of me seemed to be a successful product of the experiment, while the Legion of Evil Omen that filled the mountains and plains yesterday was a failure.

“The giants say that people wearing such skins existed thousands of years ago and came to them.

They will use a kind of black fire and corruption magic, which is very scary.The former can kill a giant in an instant, and the latter can bring plague and physical mutation to the entire tribe. "

Sirius continued worriedly, "In ancient times, they claimed to be messengers serving the gods. They spread the gospel of the gods."

"Hmph - it's still the same rhetoric, without changing a word. Don't you want to sell the atonement scroll?" Owen complained, but unfortunately, the two wizards present could not understand the meaning of his words.

"However, we didn't see them using black fire and corruption magic yesterday. Thousands of years have passed, and the technical power of the outer gods has declined?"

"I have learned about this from Harry. It is true that the 'messenger' that appeared this time is different from the previous one. Compared with the myth, it is weaker." Sirius said doubtfully, with a serious expression, "Forget it. , then it’s time for Dumbledore to worry.”

He waved his hand, and the carpet on the ground suddenly moved. Then he wrapped the body and tied the four corners together.

"Indeed, the principal is too laid-back. We help with everything, so why do we need him? Hmm - we have to find something for him to do!" Owen nodded and said solemnly, "But , what I am more concerned about now is how did these creatures get here?"

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.

"The giant has been trapped on this island in the sky for about five or sixty years. In these five or sixty years, nothing like this should have ever happened. So - why today, why now?"

<divclass="contentadv">Irving's voice was not loud, but he captured the key points at once.

"You mean, someone brought this kind of creature here? And it was just recently?" Sirius understood, "It's Death Eaters! It must be them, they are the only ones who have been on the island recently."

"It's possible - but don't forget, there's also the Italian Ministry of Magic!" Owen showed a sneer and said bluntly, "Look at those idiots at the British Ministry of Magic, you shouldn't be interested in the Italian Ministry of Magic!" Ministry of Magic officials are reassured."

"No - no way." Madam Maxime hesitated, "Ministry of Magic"

"The British Ministry of Magic can give Azkaban to the Death Eaters without knowing anything about the Death Eaters' capture. What do you think of the Italian Ministry of Magic, which is of the same line? What can they do? They are better than the British wizarding officials. Where? Are there horns on the head or a tail on the back?"

He sneered coldly, and then suppressed the sneer on his face, "Okay, these are not important. What is important now is that for such a large-scale operation, it is impossible for the Evil Omen Legion to climb onto the island, so the only way is to be It’s a possibility that people use portkeys to teleport.”

"You mean, there is a door key on the island specifically for teleporting this kind of monster?" Sirius frowned slightly. He had not thought of this just now, but now - think carefully about what Owen said.

This is indeed what it looks like - there are such a large number of monsters, more than ten thousand in number, that it is obviously impossible for them to climb up from the vines.

Even - a portkey is unlikely.

There is a limit to that kind of magic prop, unless it is a magic prop specially used for teleportation.

Like the replica of the Shangri-La in Hogwarts.

If that's really the case.

Then their alliance with the giants will definitely come to nothing, because it is impossible for them to send people to guard here, and the other party can send troops continuously.

He didn't believe that those giants would fulfill their agreement with them if an army was present.

So now, the first thing they want to do is destroy the possible door key.And it must be done as soon as possible, and the other party must not know that one legion has been destroyed, because he may send a second legion.

"We have to find it." Sirius said seriously.

"We have to find it," Owen continued. "We have to spend some time looking around."

"No need." He refused, "You and Harry go back to Hogwarts first, it's too dangerous here."

Hearing the sound, Owen couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, "It sounds like you can beat me. Also, without me, you will be in trouble if you can find the door key."

He was the only one present who could feel the magic fluctuations.

He is the wizard most likely to find the Portkey as quickly as possible.

Just Sirius himself, even when calling other wizards.A group of people were running around like headless flies. Even if it took a hundred years, he still couldn't find where the door key was.The other party can just find a cave, but can they also break up the mountain and dig through it?

"Today we will go to the snow-capped mountains to have a look." Owen said, and then without giving Sirius any chance to object, he stood up and walked out of the tent.

Outside, there is an endless stream of giants.

The injured giants were uniformly arranged in a temporary tent.

Fortunately, the trees here are very tall.

From a distance, Owen could see Professor Lupine studying the injuries of the giants.

He was helpless to do anything about it. The corruption left after the flames burned was like the decaying flowers in December. It was a kind of material instinctive decay. He had no way to slow down this corruption and waited for the future fate of these injured giants. It can only wither.

Maybe someone could save them, but he would have to pay the price.

Owen shifted his gaze. In front of him, the lush grassy beach had disappeared, and now only the volcanic rocks after the lava cooled were left.

The clear lake also disappeared. His magic caused unspeakable scars on the land. Water seeped into the gaps and evaporated more than half. The original oval lake became shapeless.

What's more important is that from the snowy mountains, the corpses of the Bad Omen Legion poured into the lake along with the snow water evaporated by magic. Now the lake has long turned orange, like excrement, exuding a faint fishy smell. .

The surrounding forest was also severely damaged. Most of it was burned down by the fire of corruption. There were broken trees and ruins everywhere. The green curtain disappeared, replaced by a desolation like late autumn.

"Owen!"

A clear voice sounded from his side.

He turned away.

It's Hermione.

She was helping the giants move things, which should be supplies brought by Sirius.

"That -" Her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes a little averted when she looked at him, and there was an inexplicable shyness written all over her body.

"Ahem - do you have any way to restore the environment here? They don't even have fresh water."

At this time, Miss Granger seemed to have become the commander of the giants. She raised her wand and controlled the supplies to fall on their shoulders.

She didn't come over when she said these words.

Instead, she stood where she was, not leaving her work.

"No - maybe there is." Owen rubbed his head, his silver hair brushed through his fingertips, and there was a faint scent of flowers in the air, which he only felt familiar.

"It will take time."

Using the fundamental principles of ancient magic, it would be possible to eliminate this kind of corruption, but - he actually had no intention of caring about the giant at all.

The moment the furnace life appeared, the first thought in his heart was to leave here.

Seriously, what does the giant's life and death have to do with him?

He doesn't have any free time to help the giant fight yet.

Later, it was because of Miss Granger's sudden arrival and the appearance of the Outer God that he chose to resist. Now even if he has the ability to repair the surrounding environment, he will not take action, not to mention that he has no quick and permanent solution. .

It is simply wishful thinking for him to spend time studying that kind of corruption and spending energy repairing the environment here.

"Really?" Hermione said solemnly, then nodded, and continued her work of distributing supplies.

Her voice sounded lost.

This is because it is normal to have no choice.

She never thought that Owen would be omniscient and omnipotent, she just asked out of habit.

After all, he always brings miracles to people, right?

On the other side, Harry and Ron were also helping the giants carry out various repairs to the camp.

Owen did not see Moody and Kingsley as Sirius mentioned, nor did he see the giants of the Volcano tribe.

Presumably, their interrogation cannot be conducted in front of the little wizard.

Owen calmly walked past the little wizards around him.

He headed towards the snow-capped mountains, the other side of the snow-capped mountains.

Along the way, whenever he passed by a giant, no matter what the giant was doing, they would stop what they were doing and look at him deeply. What's more, the old ones would directly kneel on the ground. The look in his eyes seemed to be looking at a god.

This is normal. The origin magic used by Owen summoned the stars all over the sky to fall. That kind of scene, let alone a giant, even if a wizard saw it, some conservative wizards would worship him as a god.

Along the way, the pitted earth burned with filthy fire.

The orange flame corroded the earth.

Most likely, these fires will not go out until the wood is burned out.

Continuing deeper, a small beast suddenly reversed time and space and appeared in his arms.

It's Sirocco.

Its neck was flowing with golden light, and Owen teased it. Then, Sirocco took him and apparated directly to the top of the snow-capped mountains.

"call."

"That's really high."

Standing here, it was as if he could reach out and touch the sky. The mist in the mountains flowed from his fingertips, and everything looked so wonderful.

Looking out.

On the other side of the snow-capped mountains, there was also desolation.

The Evil Omen Legion burned all life away, leaving only the earth full of scars.

In fact, just like what he felt yesterday, these beings full of desolation should be the failed products of some kind of experiment. The feeling of that kind of experiment is too strong.

For Owen, this may be good news. It shows that the invasion of alien gods is not that powerful yet, and he still has a chance of winning.

"Shirlock." Rubbing the kitten's belly.

Owen disapparated again and disappeared.

Next, with the help of Shilok, he began to search frantically for the possible door key.

In the process, he also discovered many giants from other tribes.

Those giants are not as civilized as the British giants.

Savage ferocity is their nature.

By noon, Owen, who had found nothing, returned to the camp.