I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 491 The storm is coming

"But I guess that book doesn't just belong to the Half-Blood Prince."

"What do you mean?" said Hermione.

"Look at the signature, dear," Owen said. "If you were the Half-Blood Prince, would you write: This book will always belong to the Half-Blood Prince alone?"

"Um--" Hermione paused, then suddenly realized what Owen meant.

—Forever and only—This sentence is too strong.

When signing their work, any writer would only write his or her own name without adding this sentence in front of it.

“The more you emphasize something, the more it proves there is something wrong with it.”

"It will always belong to me - this book should have other meanings. It is very important to our 'prince'. But the most important thing in our 'baby's' life seems to be that person - a woman."

"So I guess this book is not just the work of the 'Greasy Kid'. Didn't Slughorn say that a certain White Moonlight was one of his favorite students? She must have a very high talent in potions, and they even worked together to participate in the International Potions Masters Competition, so."

"So she actually contributed to this book?"

"The logical inference should be this," Owen said.

"Oh--" Hermione looked at Harry. If her mother had contributed to this book, he wouldn't mind if the old textbook belonged to Snape.

"What are you talking about?" Harry looked at the two of them in confusion.

He could make out what Hermione and Owen seemed to be saying.

"Nothing." Owen glanced at Harry with pity, stood up and patted his shoulder, saying, "It's good to be dazed."

Then he walked into the crowd.

The young wizards over there still have some problems with their wandless casting skills.

Need guidance.

And Harry - he didn't dwell on the question for long, and soon started talking to Hermione and the others about the witch from the Far East.

I have to say that Miss Zhang does have some skills.

She taught Harry a meditation-like method of emotion management, which allowed him to quickly enter a state of ecstasy and achieve twice the result with half the effort in learning the art of brain occlusion.

In just three or four lessons over a few weeks, he made great progress in Occlumency.

It’s not far from initial mastery.

On the other hand, the various colleges are also expediting the Quidditch selection process.

Hufflepuff was lying flat.

When Cedric graduated, they were left with their last standable player.

On the Gryffindor side, Harry and Ginny began to organize the selection intensively and selected a group of people.

Ron also joined the team.

However, this almost new team still needs long-term training before it can unleash its combat effectiveness.

Quietly, the time at Hogwarts entered October.

But far away from this paradise.

Madness is growing wildly.

Today is a carnival for journalists across Europe.

They had been in a state of excitement since a week ago.

A shocking piece of news came out from the International Court of Justice in The Hague.

Everyone who heard the news went crazy.

Europe, Netherlands, The Hague.

As the capital of the Kingdom of the Netherlands and the province of South Holland, although the capital stipulated in the Dutch Constitution is Amsterdam, The Hague is actually the seat of the Dutch central government, parliament and the Supreme Court, and most government agencies and foreign embassies are located here.

It's already chilly in The Hague in October.

A cold wind blew across the ground.

There was no traffic on the streets and the entire block was blocked off.

Armored vehicles patrol every intersection.

A large number of soldiers watched everything closely.

Armed helicopters kept flying in the sky, soldiers on guard flashed by on the buildings from time to time, and the sirens on the streets had not stopped since morning.

And all of these added a sense of solemnity to the air.

The security is so tight because in addition to trying individuals, the main defendant in this unprecedented trial is a country.

At the first trial, the judge ruled that the defendant: the Government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, needed to compensate for all economic losses in the entire European battlefield and arrest the relevant responsible persons.

The reason is that the organizers and some of the executors of this war were British.

After the verdict was announced, British lawyers protested angrily on the spot.

Expressed dissatisfaction with the verdict.

They believed that those war criminals could not be called British at all.

Do they have nationality? Do they have passports? Do they have employment certificates from any enterprise or institution recognized by the Queen?

Just because they were born in England doesn't make them British.

And - the International Court of Justice does not seem to have the jurisdiction to try them as a State Party.

It is the Pope's business to judge them.

It is recommended that the United Nations and the Vatican coordinate instead of looking for us.

Faced with the British lawyers' unreasonable demands, the judges obviously had no intention of arguing with them and directly announced that the NATO Combined Fleet had already determined the result of the matter. If you have any objections, you can negotiate with the Combined Fleet Command. They are just going through the motions - and someone is already very unhappy with you.

I hope you will not be ignorant of the current situation.

Of course - the judges are civilized people and would never say it so bluntly, but that's roughly the idea.

When the news reached Britain, the government was shocked.

Prime Minister Mr. Haque almost fainted because of the compensation awarded by the court. The zeros behind the numbers made him dazed.

We can't even afford the compensation even if we sell Britain.

Under international pressure, Prime Minister Hack had to go to The Hague in person, hoping to reach a settlement with representatives of various countries before the final trial.

Of course - of course!

As journalists, they can't be so happy just because a country suffers a setback.

What really drove the whole world crazy was that countries finally revealed the truth.

The truth about the wizard.

Magic, Death Eaters, dark wizards, and other news were all over the world during this period of time. No one thought that the old witch in the story picture book was just a fantasy anymore.

The blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

The wizard's name will be forever nailed deep in people's hearts.

The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy had finally become a piece of waste paper.

Hatred had already begun to grow wildly.

It spreads in the hearts of living people at the speed of light.

This time, all spellcasters will be implicated.

"A relative of mine passed away."

It was mid-October, in the Hufflepuff common room.

Outside the window, rain and snow were hitting the seemingly fragile glass madly.

The little wizards were sitting in the armchairs and chatting.

The atmosphere lingering over the lounge was oppressive.

Although the candle flame illuminated everyone's cheeks, it could not transfer heat to them.

"That one?"

<divclass="contentadv">“My father’s cousin, so she’s kind of my aunt,” Justin said.

"Their family traveled to Italy a month ago and were attacked by dark wizards."

"They were not the targets of the attack, but died in the aftermath of the magic."

"After the news reached our home, my parents had a big fight. My mother supported me becoming a wizard and going to school at Hogwarts, but my father seemed to be affected by the war. He..."

"They are his relatives after all." Hannah patted his shoulder and said gently, "Even we have been affected."

"There are Muggle relatives among half-blood wizards. There have been a lot of reports about illegal wizards in the Muggle world recently, and we seem to have become the target of public criticism."

"After all, the Death Eaters did those things." Ernie said. As one of the few pure-blood wizards present, his position also changed. "I heard that hundreds of thousands of people died throughout Europe.

Hundreds of thousands of people!

If I were the leader of the Muggles, I would also take crazy revenge on the wizards. "

"Now we are on the verge of war with the Muggles, and I am worried that war will break out," Hannah continued.

"The Death Eaters are too reckless," Justin said. "If they continue like this, the situation will become increasingly chaotic. Even if there will eventually be a war, it is foreseeable."

"I don't think it's necessary to worry about this. Muggles can't attack Hogwarts anyway." Ernie said rather casually, "Besides, Muggles can't beat us."

"That's not necessarily true," Justin said, "You haven't seen those modern weapons. The biggest advantage wizards have over Muggles is hiding themselves.

If they have some way of picking out wizards from a crowd, I don't think we'll have an advantage."

"Heh - I think you're dreaming. It sounds ridiculous. What can Muggles do? I can blow up a bridge with a spell, can they?"

"Their artillery can do that too!" Justin said somewhat unhappily.

"You underestimate Muggles."

"I think you underestimate wizards."

"Okay, stop!" Hannah reached out her hand and pulled Justin away from her. "Stop arguing. No matter what, war is not a good solution. What we need to do is to avoid war."

"Owen—what do you have in mind?"

She looked at Owen, who was slumped in an armchair with one leg on the armrest and a letter in one hand.

Hearing someone calling him, Owen's emerald green eyes leaked out from behind the parchment.

"No idea," he said.

"Let the war begin!"

"What?" Hannah asked in surprise.

“Two months ago, we were in Berlin – witnessing the degeneration of a modern city into hell.

After that, there will be no need for peace talks.

Hatred and blood can only be repaid with death. The war is a foregone conclusion. The European countries have been able to endure for two months, not because they are afraid of wizards, but because they are collecting intelligence on wizards. "

He sat up from his armchair, put Grindelwald's reply back into his pocket, and continued, "After the Italian naval battle, they had already collected a lot of intelligence about wizards. Believe me, the current situation of wizards that you know is also known to the top leaders of various countries.

The organizational and mobilization capabilities of a modern country are simply incomparable to those of an ancient king.

For example, I guess that right now on the desk of the British Prime Minister's office is a list of all the school-age children in the UK, and MI5 can easily find children who might be wizards from these lists.

Our Prime Minister must know names like Hermione, Justin, and Harry."

"You mean, Muggles are planning a war against wizards?" Ernie asked with a dark face.

"It's obvious..." Owen shrugged, his tone more disdainful, "In fact, if it's just a competition of conspiracy and intrigue, wizards can't compare with Muggles at all.

Because wizards have so many methods, including Legilimency, Veritaserum, and even the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse.

This caused wizards to develop path dependence, and they were not good at using their brains. Their ability of logical reasoning was comparable to that of Muggle teenagers.

To put it politely, wizards are really naive, and to put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of idiots."

"His IQ is shockingly low. He has no strategic vision at all. If he couldn't cast spells, he would have been chopped into eight pieces by the Muggles long ago."

"You" Ernie wanted to refute, but facing Owen, he didn't have the courage.

"You don't have to argue." Owen said calmly.

"Because the facts will soon be presented to you."

"Do you want to talk about the Muggle plan to attack wizards?" He was not stupid and easily guessed what Owen wanted to say.

"They're going to succeed," Irving said. "The Wizards are going to pay a heavy price. I'm just curious about how this is going to play out."

"I think that's just your assumption," Ernie said bluntly.

"I don't need to argue with you. Look—the war is coming."

He smiled but said nothing.

I looked up at the candlelight on the ceiling.

Owen has received the letter from Grandpa Grindelwald.

The trip to Canada was not smooth, and finding an ancient tower in the Arctic Circle was not an easy task.

Over the months, he searched many places.

Almost the entire area of ​​dozens of kilometers around the location of the Canadian Divine Tower marked in the city of Ionia was turned upside down.

But still no results.

According to Owen's speculation, the divine tower should be relatively intact, just like the divine tower in the cave in the UK, which requires some means to open.

It's definitely not ancient magic.

Because Grindelwald got a tool from Victor that can detect ancient magic.

So it must be some other way.

For some reason, Owen thought of Regulus and his mother.

There must be something else behind that picture of Slughorn.

He might know something.

the next day.

early morning.

The cold wind outside the window blew all night long.

Someone in the castle had already brought thick clothes on board.

Owen arrived at the auditorium early in the morning.

On the Gryffindor bench, Hermione got up earlier than him.

The little witch was holding a booklet.

She had written it after sorting out Snape's old textbooks.

There were also some newspapers on the long table.

I don't know if it's a magic newspaper.

He even saw The Times and The Daily Telegraph.

"What's wrong?" Owen walked over and sat next to her. "When did you start paying attention to these Muggle news?"

He picked up the Times which lay on the table.

The front-page headline was an article denouncing the country.

The title is: Who is responsible for our lives, wizards or the state?

The article criticizes the incompetence and cowardice of the current British government. The deaths of hundreds of thousands of people in Europe cannot make our government tougher.

"This kind of atmosphere is very dangerous." Hermione raised her head and put down the booklet in her hand.

"Although from their point of view there was nothing wrong with the newspaper article, it was advocating war."

Her brows furrowed slightly. "We - wizards and Muggles - are now sitting on a powder keg. Any spark could set off an explosion. And the result would be that both of us would be blown to pieces!"