I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 466 The Confrontation between Ancient Sages and Consciousness

Some are young, some are old, some are driving, some are hiking, some are riding bulls or horses.

Owen knew their identities just by looking at the people in front of him.

Those are the people who have carved their names into a great civilization, an ethnic group, and every living soul.

The leaves are falling one after another, and the sun shines through the treetops into the forest. Their figures are so vivid and real.

The boy was stunned for a moment and his eyes moved.

——Since Pangu created the world, his huge body has evolved into a rich, diverse, vast and abundant mountains and rivers.

But the people in that land never seemed to give gods absolute authority over humans, because the starting point of their myths was always humans, not gods.

Before the gods had gone far, the two of them had already appeared, and they, the people in front of them, used the wisdom that grew from that land to answer the ultimate question about the universe.

At this time - an old man riding a green bull upside down walked past him.

The old man has an immortal air and a white beard reaching his waist and abdomen.

He didn't say anything.

Just watching the boy laugh.

Soon his green bull left Owen's side.

At this time someone else came.

It was also an old man, wearing a robe and leaning on a cane. There were several people of different ages supporting him beside him.

“You should look up to Heaven and be worthy of others, and you should not bow down to others. If you are successful, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself.”

Next to the old man, a middle-aged man full of awe-inspiring aura spoke first.

After he spoke for a moment, the tall and thin old man in black robe on the other side of the old man looked at him and said bluntly: "The difference between humans and animals does not lie in their nature, but in their behavior. It is not because humans cannot avoid morality in their nature. , to be moral, but because people know they should be moral, they strive to be good.”

The old man they were supporting stopped.

He bowed to the boy from a distance.

Owen, who was belatedly aware of the situation, quickly imitated the old man and bowed in return.

"If the name is not correct, the words will not go smoothly, if the words are not right, the things will not be done, and if the things are not done, the rituals and music will not be prosperous." The old man said.

Then they nodded towards him, and the three of them passed by him together and went away.

The Three Saints walked by, and there came another middle-aged man with bare chest and bare feet, holding two butterflies in his hands. He looked at the boy, smiled gently, then shook his head and said, "Gentleman Our friendship is as light as water, and it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to touch each other with foam."

"When Heaven entrusts a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body."

Then more and more people passed by him.

Owen is like a passerby, standing on the ridge of the field.

The fragrance of wheat fills the sky, drifting to unforeseen distances with the wind.

Nothing fell to the ground, he was soaring upwards.

The boy was stunned. He didn't understand why these ancient sages appeared here.

But they all seemed to be talking to themselves.

They wanted to tell him something.

And he still doesn't understand it yet.

Suddenly - there was a burst of hearty laughter and noisy voices from heaven and earth, as the high-pitched talk continued again.

Their voices reached Owen's ears clearly.

In an instant - Owen clearly noticed that the consciousness of some kind of god that was originally filled here suddenly disappeared.

Because of ancient magic, he could easily pay attention to the chattering wills around him.

"God——Is he finally defeated by man?"

This is a statement, not a question.

Because the facts are very clear.

"I seemed to hear many people talking and reading. Many people were calling my name."

In the field, a girl sat up.

She looked around blankly, then set her eyes on Owen.

"In a sense, they are our ancestors," Irving said.

Then the corner of his mouth raised, "Maybe he realized that his idiot descendant was in danger, so he came to save you personally."

"What offspring?" The girl was stunned, and then suddenly realized something. "can you speak Chinese?"

"I know more." Owen chuckled, and then continued, "How do you feel? I can feel your memory, it is very dull, and it should not have any impact on you anymore."

After Owen's reminder, Zhang Xiaolin noticed that the nagging voice in her head was gone, and the pain caused to her by all external objects was gone.

But she still had a headache.

The girl frowned and subconsciously held her forehead.

"Although there is no danger, after all, such complex memories suddenly flooded into the brain, and it is normal to have a headache." Owen said, and then he also sat on the ridge. "Relax, clear your mind. Don't think about anything." , sit quietly where you are, don’t move.”

"I cast a Legilimency spell on you, and the ancient magic was connected, so you know what I just knew."

"You don't even have to speak to answer, you just have to think about it in your heart and I will hear you."

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaolin endured the pain and asked the question she was most concerned about.

"You should know me." Owen said gently. "Last year, newspapers published my photo for several months. It's impossible for you not to recognize me.

I guess you have a brain short-circuit now, your computer is down and you are restarting, and the search function is not working well.

So, let me introduce myself a little bit here.

My name is Owen Sanchez.

A famous male student at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's favorite heir.

Grindelwald's favorite grandson.

The current head of the French Rozier family.

Founder of a famous chain of beverage stores.

World famous therapist. "

"Okay - these titles simply describe one-tenth of my image. But you should have some outlines in your heart."

"Huh?" The girl made a confused voice. Owen rambled a lot. She already had a headache, so she didn't pay attention to the key points at all.

"Okay - those were just false names." Owen waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. You just need to know that I am not the illusion of anyone. I am trying to save you. The reason why I appear here is because I'm just using the Legilimency spell on you."

"Why should I believe you?" Miss Zhang said angrily. Since entering the coffin of consciousness, she has encountered too many disguises and illusions.

Moreover - the boy/girl in front of him looks exactly like the woman just now.

By the way - she remembered that the person in front of her was Owen Rozier, the little wizard from Hogwarts who had saved the lives of many Aurors.

"Okay, you should be suspicious of me." Owen was not angry. He looked exactly like the Supreme Will now. He could also be said to be twins born from the same mother. It was natural for others to misunderstand her. It would be strange not to doubt Owen.

"Let me think about it." The boy rubbed his chin and began to search for memories about Miss Zhang in front of him.