I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 517 A Lamp Lit Alone

The lonely evening casts a curtain of sorrow, and the snow covers the frost beneath without a trace.

The bizarre palace twists and turns like an endless maze. The glass windows reflect the light rising from the courtyard, blending with the constellations headed by Orion in the night sky.

The steam blowing from St. James's Park was like waves washing over the dilapidated pier and harassing the magnificent building.

Over the years, hole-like scars were left on the castle walls.

The noisy people never paid attention to this small cut, but one day, one day, the building, along with the people it protects, will be completely buried by the wind and snow outside.

As he walked toward the winding path leading to the wilderness, Owen listened carefully and could hear the sounds of happy families in the houses ahead under the Christmas sunset.

Considering the howling wind and frost around, the sound seemed particularly precious and enviable at this moment.

But luckily, they soon fit in.

"I thought you would be back late today."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and greeted them immediately after noticing the noise in the courtyard.

"Molly! Safeword!" Mr. Arthur howled after her, but Mrs. Weasley didn't hear a word of it. "All right, Arthur. This is our baby, and I don't think anyone could ever pretend that our baby looks that good."

"We're back after the party." Ron said exhaustedly. His expression was a little stiff, as if he had been laughing for too long and had facial spasms. "I'm starving, Mom. Is our dinner ready?"

"You guys aren't going to eat at the dinner party?" Mrs. Weasley asked puzzledly.

"Eat!" Ron's face immediately became resentful as soon as he said this.

The food provided by Buckingham Palace was small in portion and not very varied, just fried cod and boiled potatoes. I don't know which idiot told the Muggle cook that the civilization of the wizarding world was still more than a hundred years ago.

This made it impossible for the chef to serve some new dishes, as he was afraid that the wizards would not be able to get used to them. So based on the principle of doing more and making more mistakes, and not doing anything right, he directly served a batch of traditional British delicacies from a hundred years ago.

And there was another thing, that was that there were always Muggles coming up to chat with them, and it seemed that everyone wanted to say a few words to them, resulting in the little wizards not having a good meal all day.

Facing these big shots, they couldn't refute their faces, so they could only smile along and talk about some trivial issues.

Ron felt as if he had been a receptionist for the entire afternoon.

If he knew what a hostess was.

"Come in. Shake the snow off your cloak." Mrs. Weasley welcomed everyone into the room.

Inside the house, George and Fred, as well as Bill and Fleur, sat down at the dining table early.

Thanks to a rocket fired by the Muggles, Bill and Fleur were freed. Although the Federation was still in chaos, the next chaos would be the responsibility of the civilian employees. The main headache would be for Percy, as members of their special operations team could always take a break for a while.

"You're finally back!" Fred and George came over and looked at them with fiery eyes. "Tell me, what happened to you today? It must be very interesting, right?"

The cash register in the room was playing a song with a particularly strong jazz flavor, "A Pot of Hot Love", which made a different kind of romance echo in the house.

"Don't mention it," said Ginny. "I feel like I've used up all the shocked expressions of the whole year on just today."

"There are only a few days left this year," Fred complained.

"Don't interrupt." Ginny glared at him, and then she couldn't control her desire to share anymore, and ran to the dining table excitedly, "I tell you, today."

She described in vivid detail all that she had seen and heard today.

Use simple and accurate words.

"Oh my god——"

"Merlin's beard!"

"Can not believe it"

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Ginny felt extremely satisfied.

She happily picked up the cup of hot tea on the table and took a sip to moisten her throat.

"Where is she? Didn't she come back with you?" Fred asked.

"Hermione?" Ginny said, "Oh, she's a socialite now. People from all over the world want to talk to her. I heard that she also has to deal with interviews and so on. I heard from Luna that several magical newspapers have invited her to interview, and there are also Muggle ones. After that, she will also be on TV and so on. In short, she will definitely not have time to enjoy the holiday this Christmas."

"This..." Fred and George looked at each other, and their expressions immediately changed from envy to disgust. "It seems that there is no benefit in being a princess. It sounds very troublesome." Fred said.

"That's right, if everything is arranged by others, we would rather die." George agreed.

"Hey!"

At this moment, in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily, "Don't let me hear that word again. Don't mention that word in the house!"

"That word, Mom." Fred turned around and shouted, but was greeted by a pair of round eyes, which scared him so much that he immediately put away his teasing heart.

Dinner started with a piece of jazz music at the cash register.

Everyone enjoyed the delicious meal happily without any restraints, strange questions or interruptions.

During the conversation, they talked about many topics.

From Buckingham Palace, we talked about the wizards who were awarded the title.

From the Minister of Magic's angry departure to some wizards choosing the Queen and Dumbledore.

Mr. Arthur chatted about his views on the Ministry of Magic and the future of magic.

"The Statute of Secrecy has collapsed, and we have to find a way out. There's nothing wrong with trying."

"I don't think talking to a Muggle on an equal footing makes me feel inferior."

Hearing this, Owen chuckled and said, "For some people who are used to being superior, looking at you at eye level is an insult to them."

"There are many people in the magic world who think this way." Bill, who was sitting in the first seat to Mr. Arthur's left, said. He has been working for the Federation for many years and has seen a lot.

"In fact, the collapse of the Statute of Secrecy is not a bad thing," Owen added.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Bill looked at him.

"Think about it carefully. Whether it's the Ministry of Magic or the Federation, their organizational structures are a bit strange. Such a large organization doesn't even have a tax department, and the economic activities are actually handed over to the goblins.

There is no army, the judicial system is extremely imperfect, and there is no prosecution department. Judges are both lawmakers, enforcers, and prosecutors.

There is no communication with other magical creatures at all, which is a waste of this huge wealth.

The reason for this is simply because the Ministry of Magic does not represent the interests of all wizards. It is just a broken machine that exists to maintain the Statute of Secrecy.

Therefore, this collapse may be an opportunity to establish a new, true magical government."

"Hmm - that seems to make some sense." Bill thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true.

"Well, gentlemen." Mrs. Weasley raised her voice suddenly and looked around with a smile, "Today is Christmas, let's put down those heavy things outside for a while, okay?"

"Okay, Mom." Several people responded and immediately changed the subject.

As they talked, they started chatting about the professors in the college.

Most of the Hogwarts professors attended the banquet. The most commendable one was Professor Horace Slughorn. You have to admit that being eloquent sometimes does work. Slughorn established relationships with many Muggle leaders with little effort. Everyone was having a great time, and you couldn't tell that they were wizards and Muggles.

"By the way, Harry, how are you doing with that matter, Slughorn?" Owen asked Harry a question.

"Huh?" Harry swallowed a mouthful of juicy chicken. "It's so-so. I feel like he's still a little wary of me."

"Okay, keep going," he responded.

Then Ron suddenly said to the girl on his left, "By the way, how are you thinking about the wizard consultant?"

Originally, Ron didn't care much about this matter, and he always felt it was a bit strange that Coatl joined the Muggle government.

But after today, some of his views changed.

There's nothing wrong with joining the Muggle government. You might even get a title or a medal.

He didn't know if Koyatel had any property in the United States, but if she wanted to support herself in the future, she would need a job, and wizard consultant was a good job, except that it was a little dangerous.

Of course, even if she didn't work, with the gold Galleons he had saved over the years and some Galleons he had invested in the Gemini early on, she could still get a little bit of dividends now, and this money was enough.

"If there is no better job," Koyatel said calmly, "as long as it does not involve goblins and the United States, I don't care."

"It's settled then." Ron agreed immediately. After graduation, he would most likely become an Auror, and the Ministry of Magic was just below Downing Street. They could even go to work together.

In the following time, everyone chatted about all sorts of things.

This is the safest Christmas ever.

Voldemort's body has been destroyed, and he needs some time to calm down. In the foreseeable future, there will be no more happy and relaxing days like today.

Next Christmas may be the day of the final battle.

When dinner was over, Mrs. Weasley poured each of them a large glass of eggnog.

Maybe it was because of the slight alcohol in the eggnog, everyone was very excited after drinking it.

It wasn't long before Fleur decided to imitate Celestina singing "A Pot of Hot Love".

<divclass="contentadv">It's incredible. She had just been saying that the song was terrible, but she remembered the tune and lyrics and sang it very well.

Then she invited Owen to sing with her.

And when Owen really opened his mouth, Furong suddenly discovered that the other person sang better than she did, even better than the original singer.

This is certain, his body has changed into something completely different now. His vocal cords, voice, and breath control are far beyond that of an ordinary person.

As others gradually relaxed and amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, Christmas finally ended.

Mrs. Weasley coughed loudly, and after seeing her expression everyone took that as a sign to go to bed.

Owen did not stay at the Burrow, but returned to London.

Mrs. Weasley did not keep him for this.

Because there are no more rooms in the Burrow.

Ginny and Koyalt stayed in her room, Harry and Ron went up to the attic to Ron's bedroom, and Fred and George were in their own room.

Bill and Fleur were separated by Mrs. Weasley, one in her own room and the other in Percy's room. Before they got married, she was determined not to let Fleur and Bill sleep together...

That is, unless Owen is willing to live in Charlie's room, which the twins use as a warehouse.

There is nowhere to go.

Mrs. Weasley simply looked Owen up and down and firmly refused to allow him to live with any boy, let alone a girl.