I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 468 Return to England

The work of the United Wizards Excavation Committee is not yet over.

After all, this is still a serious archaeological organization. Even without the power of external gods, the inscriptions in the God's Grant Tower can be regarded as historical treasures.

Australia is done.

He returned to England with Sirius and others.

Grandpa Grindelwald went to Canada alone. There is also a Divine Grant Tower there, but the specific location is not yet clear and needs to be explored.

Owen also stopped following.

Mr. Basil and Miss Zhang returned to Ming Dynasty.

Mr. Winston remained in the locality. He was very interested in the historical texts in the Tower of Divine Grant.

In early August, Owen finally set foot on the soil of England again and returned to London.

In front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Owen opened the door of Blake's ancestral home alone.

Sirius seems to still have some negotiation work with the Federation.

After returning to London, I left without staying long.

It was almost early in the morning, and the sky was dark and no stars could be seen.

In big cities, the probability of seeing the stars in the sky is still too small.

"Meow?"

The door just opened.

In the dim corridor, Owen saw a pure white kitten with a lion-like mane swaying creptly.

"Shirlock?"

Owen shouted.

The kitten immediately rushed towards him. Jumped into his arms.

“Dead cat—has been missing for half a year.”

You really shouldn't have cats at Hogwarts.

Cats are wild creatures that are hard to get rid of. In addition, almost everyone keeps little wizards free-range. It doesn't take long for domestic cats to become wild cats.

pinching the back of Shilok's fate.

Owen walked slowly up the stairs.

Coatelle should be the only one living in No. 12 Grimmauld Place now. Owen is not sure whether Ron's family has moved in. Harry is definitely not here. He will have to stay at his aunt's house for at least more than a month.

Hermione shouldn't be there either, their family might be in France.

Walking up to the third floor, he had lived here before, and there was a room arranged for him.

Pushing open the door, it was dark inside, with a high ceiling. The room was not big, just big enough for a bed, a wardrobe and a table.

The room that Harry and Ron lived in was quite large and could fit two beds.

Holding the cat in his arms, Owen lifted the quilt and lay in it.

Stay up until early morning, why not sleep at this time?

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, the sun shone in through the window, and he forgot to pull up the bed curtains.

The dazzling light was like needles pricking my eyes. After I woke up, it was impossible to get back to sleep.

He tossed and turned on the bed, turned his head sideways, opened his eyes, and a pair of bright brown eyes appeared in his sight.

"Good morning" the girl said softly.

"I thought you were still in France." Owen looked at her gently, with a smile on his lips.

He turned over and pinned Hermione down.

"I just came back a few days ago." Hermione said with a blushing face. "Grandma told me that your affairs in India have been settled."

"India?" Owen thought for a while, and the time was just right. If the Camelot had not disappeared, he should have returned to London a few days ago.

"Something's delayed."

Leaning down, the boy kissed the girl's red lips.

His palm brushed her cheek, and his fingertips tangled and tightened in her thick hair.

The kiss was greedy and longing.

All the way down, he kissed her white neck.

Feel her breath.

It took them a long time to separate.

It's a pity that it was early in the morning. If it was night, it really shouldn't have ended like this.

"Huh-" Hermione breathed heavily and moved her head into the boy's arms.

After a long while, she said: "When will you be able to do something safely? There will be no accidents or delays."

Hermione also experienced the [Battle of Poseidon].

She clearly knew how terrifying the things Owen faced were.

He had already experienced several accidents that made her think they would never come back again.

The girl said, gradually raising her voice: "Now the entire magical world is in a mess, dead people's names are published in the newspapers every day, the war with the [Pretenders] has no end, and now there are more [Divine Grant Towers].

I read the newspaper every day, do you know? "

She raised her head, her eyes moist.

She was afraid - afraid that one day she would see Owen's name in the newspaper, for better or worse.

"Okay." Owen brushed the ends of her hair, "I really didn't encounter any trouble this time."

"I never lie."

This time he did not encounter any trouble. He just wandered around outside and took back some of the essence of the two outer gods. It was that simple.

"Then there's another time. You can't always be so lucky -" Hermione said stubbornly.

"."

Owen really couldn't refute these words.

He could only get up, lie on the head of the bed, and hold Hermione closer to him.

Feel the girl's breath all over her body, like wild roses growing stubbornly on the cliff.

Listen to the other person's heartbeat.

He tangled his fingers with hers.

After a while, Owen murmured, "Someone has to do it."

"Someone is bound to get hurt."

"I just have to do my best."

Hearing the sound, Hermione raised her head, her big eyes filled with sadness and determination.

"I'll stay with you," she said.

Then he arched up and crawled closer to the boy's face.

Give her a kiss.

In the morning, Kreacher had already prepared breakfast in the basement.

There are many people sitting at a long table.

Owen guessed wrong.

The Weasley family, except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and the Geminis are all here.

And of course Coyatl.

Everyone was having breakfast lively.

"When did you come back?" George asked looking at Irving.

"Last night," Owen said, "Are you all here? No one lives in the Burrow?"

"Sirius said it was for safety." Fred said, "Although the Burrow is shabby, it is still a home, and now we can't even go back home."

"I prefer the Burrow, too," Owen agreed. "It's so depressing to live here. I don't like this house very much."

"None of us like it," Ginny chimed in. "There is no garden or forest. I still like the open space behind the Burrow. We will practice Quidditch there during the summer vacation."

"Yeah -" Owen nodded. He wanted to remodel his room, mainly because it was too small. It didn't matter if he lived alone.

If it were with Hermione.