I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 437 Easter Dinner

Courage is man's greatest hymn - that's what he said before!

He also said that wisdom is the key to the realm of God, and gentleness is a kind of power!

Knock - I suffered from the lack of people in the Badger Courtyard!

"Courage is the greatest hymn of mankind." Koyatel's expression was slightly surprised. She recited these words carefully, from which she seemed to see her past struggles and resistance under oppression.

And the belief in the obelisk that will never move forward even if it means death.

Ron gave his life to save her.

In a blurry fantasy, the pursuit of the past heir, Shani.

Facing the outer gods - facing the gods - facing the darkness above the sky.

Courage is the sword that cuts through thorns and thorns. Without courage, the world might have sunk long ago.

"I'll go to Gryffindor!" she said.

"Oh! Welcome!" the other little wizards said happily.

And Owen.

He didn't bother to argue anymore.

Hogwarts has a tradition of sorting houses.

In the school's thousand-year history, no student has ever been transferred to another school, and the old man in the Sorting Hat always talks about how he never makes mistakes.

The specifics - and the dirty hat.

In addition, Owen felt as if he had forgotten something ever since he sat here.

After staring at Ron carefully twice, I remembered.

"That's right." Owen put his hand into his pocket, searched for it, and took out a box.

He handed it to Ron, "In the end, it suits you. Maybe it's fate. You were destined to use it."

Just looking at the box in Owen's hand, Ron felt a strange feeling well up in his heart.

He had already guessed what would be inside.

Wand!

And it was a wand that belonged to his ancestors.

Sure enough - after Ron took the box and opened it, there was a crystal wand lying quietly inside.

"Shane Maeve Weasley's crystallized wand, I got it back from Professor Dumbledore. Only you and I can use it in the whole world." Owen said, "Take it, it is now What’s best for you.”

"I know." Ron nodded. The moment he held the wand, the tip of the wand outlined a golden afterglow, which was very magical. This situation only happened when Harry got his destined phoenix wand. Only then did they appear.

He could feel that the wand in his hand seemed to make a joyful sound.

It was as if its owner had returned.

Ron was immediately affected by the remaining magic power in the wand, and huge sadness stuck in his neck, making him unable to breathe.

Through the long river of time, in the picture of nothingness woven by magic, he saw the witch named Shani Weasley sighing before she died.

"Hey -" a sigh actually came from his ears.

The voice contained the reluctance of the deceased to leave the world.

It was Shani's reluctance to let go of her recently born child, her reluctance to let go of her relatives, her friends, and her reluctance to let go of the castle of Hogwarts.

Fragmented memories intertwined with strong emotions lingered in Ron's mind.

Until—suddenly, outside the living room, at the top of the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley walked in.

She smiled gently, "Dear little ones. Dinner is ready."

"Oh - do we have an extra guest? Owen, and..." Her eyes stayed on Koyatel.

Then brown eyes lit up.

Come quickly.

"You must be Koyatel, right!" Mrs. Weasley walked towards Koyatel enthusiastically.

Koyatel raised his head in surprise and looked at the middle-aged woman who suddenly walked towards him. Mrs. Weasley is plump and dignified, with thick brown hair and piercing brown eyes that make her look both kind and determined. Her clothes were neat and simple, and she wore an apron.

"Yes, ma'am." Koyatel replied nervously. She had never met such an enthusiastic person.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and took Kyatel's hand, then knelt down and hugged her. "Welcome, welcome to come." She said, "You are the hero of our family." She patted Koyatel on the back, her tone full of gratitude and respect.

"No—" Koyatel was at a loss.

Among all the witches she met, those people were all dressed in gold, silver, brocade silk and satin, and looked aloof.

Of course, it was not that she had never met a poor witch, but no one had ever shown such a warm and firm expression towards her, and an inexplicable feeling of warmth emerged in her heart.

The witch said quickly: "No - madam, we help each other, and he also saved me."

Mrs. Weasley released the hug, looked into Koyatel's eyes and said, "I know my son. Although he is very good, he is always reckless and puts himself in danger. I know he needs to be like you. Such friends are around.”

"Mom!" Ron called.

After returning home, he didn't explain much to Mrs. Weasley. He didn't mention a word about the battle in the obelisk. He just said that an American witch saved him.

"Oh - ok, ok, get ready to eat!" Mrs. Weasley forced out a smile, patted Koyatel's hand, and pulled her towards the restaurant on the first floor.

Everyone else got up and followed.

Walking down the stairs, Mr. Arthur and the twins were the only ones in the restaurant.

Easter was not Christmas, the other Weasley children had jobs, and Sirius was too busy with things in America to get back.

"Sit down wherever you want," Mrs. Weasley said.

On one side of the stairs is the restaurant, which has a long dining table that can seat about a dozen people. It can also be seen from this that the Black family was once prosperous.

On both sides of the table are ancient cabinets, and a variety of silver tableware are placed in those glass display cabinets.

There is a huge crystal lamp above the head.

"Hey! Owen, you're back!" George came over and gave him a hug.

"I knew you would definitely come." Fred hugged him too and then said with a wink.

"Hurry up and wash your hands." Mrs. Weasley said pretending to be serious. After looking at Owen and Koyatel, she immediately changed her expression to a gentle one.

She took an Easter egg wrapped in colored paper from the cabinet nearby and handed it to Owen, "Happy Easter!"

"Thank you," Owen said.

Mrs. Weasley patted him on the shoulder.

Walking towards Koyatel again and handing her another egg, "Happy Easter kid."

"Um--"

Then she was busy putting dinner on the table. Although there was magic to help, she was always busy.

If you go to help her at this time, Mrs. Weasley will definitely push you to sit down. She doesn't like others to help her in this kind of thing.