I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 453 The child chosen by the gods

"Where are you going?" Winston looked at the two of them tiredly, his voice weak.

"Go find trouble!" Perhaps it was the blessing of anger that made Zhang Xiaolin look more energetic now.

"Looking for trouble?" Winston was startled, looking past the two of them and landing on the two coffins. In an instant, he understood what had happened.

Sirius ordered that all wizards affected by amnesia must be paired up to prevent one from forgetting something important, such as how to walk, how to breathe, etc., and the other person can remind the other.

Unexpectedly - two people would have an accident at the same time.

"Go to the meeting first," he said.

"Regarding the physical examination in the morning, a report needs to be made."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, looking a little indifferent.

In the cold corridor, mottled figures were reflected on the metal surface. He was hunched over, holding a mechanical prosthetic leg against the wall, moving feebly.

His body was full of exhaustion - not that he was indifferent, but that he really had no strength or energy to support him in doing anything else. For example, burying those two coffins, or continuing to waste words on persuading Zhang Xiaolin and Basil not to leave the Camelot now.

When people are extremely tired, they don’t even bother to show their emotions.

Anger—regret—fear.

The generation of these emotions requires strength, and now, tired, he only has one emotion, and that is indifference.

Because indifference saves the most energy.

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The two people in front of the simple coffin were silent, watching Winston step away from him.

That figure instantly diluted the anger in Miss Zhang's heart.

For the first time, she did not act willfully, but pulled Mr. Basil to follow her.

Even if there is no result from the negotiation, simply living and sitting there is a kind of spiritual comfort for others.

Ship conference room.

Several people were sitting at a huge round table.

It was a round table made of English oak, with engravings of stories about the Knights of the Round Table.

The decoration of the entire room is also full of Camelot era style.

The Union flag hung calmly from the ceiling.

Sirius was looking at the flag in trance.

It wasn't until Winston sat down and knocked on the table hard, making a 'dong-dong' noise, that the attention of the wizard present was attracted.

"Why are there two people missing?"

Perhaps it was because Occlumency had some resistance to amnesia. Sirius looked more energetic than the others. Apart from the lingering fatigue between his brows, he could not be seen to be affected by amnesia in other aspects.

"Dead." Winston said flatly.

Sirius's expression was startled, and then a little pain appeared.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Winston, on the other hand, did not give him any time to continue grieving. After Miss Zhang and Mr. Basil sat down, he spoke bluntly, "There are seventeen people in the ship, except for three who were not affected. Lin and Basil returned late. Except, we have already checked the rest."

Everyone present was silent in response. They didn't have much energy to talk at this time.

"It seems from the current test results."

"We are close to experiencing the symptoms of victims of a magical creature that wreaked havoc across the European continent a few years ago."

"That creature is called - the Deadborn."

"According to records from magical hospitals for the disabled in various places, all wizards or Muggles who have been attacked by the dead will suffer from severe fatigue, memory loss, anemia, and loss of personal ability."

"This is exactly what we are currently experiencing."

Winston paused, not giving everyone a chance to ask questions, and continued: "The dead have not been completely eliminated from the European continent. There are too few wizards who have mastered the ancient fire of Gublai. In the spring of 1994, Like some kind of natural monsoon, they all retreated to Samothrace for unknown reasons."

"Maybe there is this kind of creature, or a similar creature, on this small island, but we haven't found it."

Winston stopped and looked at Sirius, he had finished what he wanted to say.

As the commander of everyone, Sirius immediately frowned. He knew better. In the spring of 1994, the Deadborn were defeated because of the battle in the Forbidden Forest. Owen discovered a way to completely kill the Deadborn. , he taught that method to Dumbledore. As Dumbledore won several great victories in Europe, the creatures seemed to be really intelligent, and then they all retreated to Samothrace.

Damn!

Sirius's face darkened again.

After the Deathborn returned to Samothrace, the wizards relaxed their vigilance again. He did not master the method of completely killing them. After all, he never encountered that kind of creature again. As a Witness, he knew that Owen was the dead man who was defeated using the Patronus Spell - but it was by no means a simple Patronus Spell, otherwise other wizards would have discovered this secret long ago.

"Huh -" He took a deep breath and his eyes became tough again. He should have taken that kid with him. He had many clever ideas and would be able to see through the truth of this weird virtual world.

After visiting Giant's Island in the Sky, Sirius had an inexplicable trust in Owen. Perhaps it was because he had brought too many miracles to the world!

"This is just your guess. Is there any evidence?" he said.

"If it's a Deathborn - almost everyone here has seen that kind of creature, it's impossible not to recognize it, and the fact is that we have not suffered any attacks."

"What if the attack on us is not a living thing?" Winston suddenly said, "Yes, I searched the memories of many of us over the past two days this morning and found no problems. This forced me to infer that if the attack was not a living thing, Man-made or some kind of creature or disease. But——"

"But what about this entire virtual realm?"

"The entire virtual realm?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes and look shocked.

"Is this possible?"

"If it's the entire virtual realm, then why didn't Janus and the others get hit?"

"This is illogical! Moreover, the bishop on the island seems to be very conscious. If the attacks from the virtual realm are indiscriminate, then why can he still maintain a clear mind?"

"It's unbelievable that this kind of thing has never happened in the wizarding world."

All of a sudden, all kinds of objections came one after another, and everyone used their last strength to defend.

After all - the whole world is his enemy, which is unbelievable just to hear.

"If the entire virtual realm attacks us, there is a possibility -" Mr. Basil, who suddenly remained silent, said bluntly, "morning."

<divclass="contentadv">As he spoke, he told everything he heard and saw when he met the bishop that morning.

"Think about it now - the body rotted too fast, and it was dry and slumped like melted wax. It seemed that the earth, or the roots of the willow tree, had 'absorbed' her body."