I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 430 A Faith

"What now?" Koyatel quickly adjusted his mentality, "Where is this place? Why did I end up in a place like this again?"

"Well -" Shani said slowly, "although I don't understand how you ended up in a place like this last time."

"But the reason why you are here now is because of him." She pointed at Ron.

"He——" Koyatel glanced at Ron, "You? Are you relatives?"

The same red hair, and he seemed to have seen the woman in front of him before.

Her name seems to be Shani Weasley?

They are also from the Weasley family, maybe she is Ron's ancestor?

"Yes." Shani stretched out her hand and rubbed Koyatel's head and said, "Maybe you have come into contact with this generation of ancient magic heirs. I once had such an identity."

As she spoke, the smile on her face slowly faded, "That's not a good status. I lost a lot because of it."

"After my death, perhaps this identity allowed part of my will to be passed down along with my bloodline. Little Ron is the best descendant to inherit my bloodline."

"It's amazing. This is a unique thing that has never happened in history. It may be related to the fact that several generations of heirs have been members of the Weasley family."

"Several generations?" Koyatel expressed surprise. This was different from some of the history she knew. Isn't the identity of the heir random?

"As for why I appear here?" A smile appeared on Shani's face again.

"Then take a guess."

"What you must understand is that, Miss Coattell, the experience you and Ronnie have together is unknown so far. No one has ever stepped into this magical realm in the past. It is a series of coincidences and inevitable accelerants, full of... A wonderful arrangement of fate."

"Is it because of the blood?" Koyatel frowned. In her last memory, her blood and Ron's blood were blended together.

"My body contains ancient magic, so I have reawakened your consciousness."

"Yes." Shani nodded, "But not entirely right. This is the final trigger. The powder keg has been prepared before that."

"Could it be that she and I had a conflict before? I remember our wands were connected together. Owen said that only if the wand's core belongs to the same magical animal, that kind of situation will happen, like a flashback spell." Ron His eyes rolled crazily and he quickly gave his answer.

"That's right, but earlier -" Shani said with a smile. She stopped being pretentious and started to explain, "Ronnie, on that train, when my junior used the magic spell to threaten you and Harry, , the ancient magic overflowing from him has awakened the power in your blood."

"Train?" Ron scratched his head, and then suddenly came back to reality, "Oh - you mean when I first met Owen on the Hogwarts Express in the first year - has it started since then? "

"This is a very wonderful connection." Shani said, "The ancient magic tightly intertwines your destiny. That kind of connection is invisible to you. It affects you subtly. You should have discovered it.”

"In the past time, you and Owen have had countless magical contacts. I believe that your wand absorbed some of his powers and qualities, which permanently changed your personality, and the unique magic-infected The Horned Beast (Ron's old wand) no longer suits you either.

A wizard's wand is like a patron saint, representing a person's nature. Even if the previous wand is damaged, the core of the new wand will usually be made of the same material.

But you are different. All the unicorns refused. This is very rare. It is not uncommon for Aurors to use unicorn wands and inevitably use dark magic. Most of them just need to calm down for a period of time, and the wand will return to normal, and you - the reason is that you have changed.

During the World Cup, Quetzalcoatl noticed me, and I saw you for the first time. " Shani looked at Koyatel again.

"To be honest, I couldn't believe it. For a moment, I thought that two heirs of ancient magic appeared in the world. Later I discovered that it was not your power, but belonged to Quetzalcoatl.

Of course it still surprises me. Because this is impossible - there are two opposing forces in a person's body. How such a person is born, I thought about it for a long time, and heard many answers from Ronnie's ears.

Only later did I understand what kind of power it was, which supported a living and fragile soul. "

"What is it?" Koyatel asked hurriedly.

Facing the anxious little wizard, Shani bent down, held the girl's cheek with her right hand, and said in an unprecedented gentle tone, "Love, child. It's love."

"Love?" Koyatel's eyes were full of confusion. What kind of answer was this?

"Coatle Stewart." Shani said softly, "You should learn about your family history, the history of the Stewart family.

And - those before you, those dead, deformed babies you thought were monsters, those Koatl - not everything was filled with hatred, and you were not their vengeful flame. Maybe everything is warmer than you think?

Love - children, they love you and want you to be alive. "

Faced with such an answer, Coyatel suddenly fell into confusion. She never thought that under Isabel's deep harbor, the seedlings of love would grow among those bones.

Isn't that the vestibule of hell?

Why does she feel so inconsistent?

"Love!" Ron shouted at this time, "I know, Owen and Dumbledore both said that Harry survived Voldemort's killing curse because of his mother's love.

It was an ancient and powerful force beyond the understanding of wizards, a power that Voldemort could never understand in his lifetime. "

"So what is love?" he asked.

"Love is a belief." Shani responded, "You will know, it is that simple. When your body and mind only have one belief left, miracles will happen.

It has nothing to do with age or whether you have mastered many powerful spells. It may happen in the next second and appear in those actions that try their best to be altruistic. "

"I see-" Ron lowered his head, completely confused.

Koyatel glared at her with slight disgust, then looked at the mother-like woman in front of him, "It's too profound for me to understand."

"You don't need to understand now, how old you are, you still have a long time to live in the future - oh - by the way - are you eighteen years old?"

Koatl was stunned. She was the same age as several other people in the semifinals. If she were still in Ilvermorny College this year, she would be in seventh grade.

She will turn eighteen on her birthday this year.

"There is a future there. We are already dead." She did not answer, but Ron on the side answered for her, and he shook his head.

"Oh - you're not eighteen years old?" Shani glanced at Ron and nodded understandingly, "That means you're less than three years old, which is good. You! You're not smart enough, so you should let others take care of you. .”