I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 539 Frankness

(This chapter has been revised)

"Oh..." Owen instantly grasped the key information, "Olivander's Wand Shop was attacked? Where is Garrick Ollivander himself?"

"I don't know," said Hermione. "The papers said he was missing."

"Missing?" Owen said. "Then there's a chance he was taken away by the Death Eaters."

"Why did the Death Eaters want to capture him?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Maybe it has something to do with the Deathly Hallows. I'm not sure." Owen was not sure whether Voldemort still wanted the wand to enhance his power, so he was a little hesitant.

"Deathly Hallows?" Hermione was startled. "What is that?"

"You haven't heard of it?" Owen was a little surprised, because the story of the Deathly Hallows was almost known to everyone in the wizarding world.

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Suddenly Owen remembered that the story about the Deathly Hallows was mainly recorded in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which is a children's story collection similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Hermione was a little witch of Muggle origin, and she certainly had never read The Tales of Beedle the Bard when she was a child. After going to school, it was even more impossible for her to find a book of magical fairy tales to read. You have to know that when Hermione was eleven years old, the extracurricular books she used to pass the time were already books like Famous and Important Magical Events in Ancient Times.

So Hermione had never heard of the story of the three brothers.

"The Deathly Hallows are three powerful magic items that three brothers received from the hands of the god of death. The story of the three brothers is recorded in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, a story collection that is like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty for Muggle children. The three magic items are the Elder Wand, the Philosopher's Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak." Owen explained slowly, "You have seen the Invisibility Cloak. The one Harry has is one of the Deathly Hallows. Tom probably wants the Elder Wand, which is a powerful wand with magic power far exceeding that of other wands. When Tom fought with Harry before, several times because of the problem of the wand, the spells of both sides were entangled and could not attack each other. I think if he wants to change a wand, he will definitely look for the most powerful one."

"This - does that mean that the children's stories in the wizarding world are all true?" Hermione said anxiously, "Then I have to find a book and read it quickly. I remember there is a library in Black's basement. I will go look for it later."

"No—" Owen stopped her. "Most of them are fake, but many more are half-true and half-false, such as the Deathly Hallows, the Fountain of Good Luck, the Fountain of Youth, the Sea Cucumber Trident, etc. Perhaps such magic items did exist in the past, but as time went by, their effects were exaggerated."

"But the Deathly Hallows are indeed amazing, and a lot of the legends about them are true."

"Then we have to stop the Death Eaters quickly. Tom has already gained such powerful power. If he gets the Elder Wand, can we still defeat him?"

"No need..." Owen said with a smile, "Someone will plan the Deathly Hallows. I believe this will also be a reason for Tom's final failure."

Hermione opened her mouth.

It's like this again - it's like this again!

He never finished speaking and told her the truth.

If it were in the past, perhaps she would not have bothered with it, because although disasters often occurred at that time, they always gave people a feeling of being very far away.

But this time - Dumbledore in particular was hurt.

It was as if the shield between them and death had disappeared.

Hermione had never felt so uneasy as she did now.

Especially when Owen mentioned that the Deathly Hallows came from the God of Death - God - God - God again.

The outer gods were watching eagerly, and at this time the god of death appeared.

"Huh..." Hermione, who was in a state of confusion, took a deep breath. She calmed down the anxiety in her heart, then raised her head and said with a burning gaze, "Don't you have any idea about defeating the Outer Gods? You always say that it's Merlin's business and he has arranged everything long ago, but I don't believe you can't guess his plan at all."

"Owen—" she called, "Will we get through this safely?"

"."

The room fell into a brief silence, and the air seemed to freeze. Owen's eyes became deep, and he seemed to be thinking about how to answer this question, or weighing how much information to reveal.

Finally, under the gentle gaze of the little witch that could melt the ice, Owen slowly spoke: "Yes - I guessed some of Merlin's plans. Not only me, but also Professor Dumbledore and Grandpa guessed it."

"That's why they don't seem to care that much about the Outer Gods."

Hermione listened and asked, "Can you tell me?"

The little witch's voice was almost pleading.

She was not begging Owen to tell her, that begging was filled with eager anticipation for the future. What she was begging was to hear from Owen that they would be reunited safely.

But——this is destined to be just an earnest expectation.

Owen reached out and gently took the newspaper from Hermione's hand. His eyes followed the movement of the newspaper and finally stopped on Hermione's face.

Then he slowly approached her.

The eyes gradually approached.

He smelled the fragrance of the girl, a faint rose scent, but not pure. Compared with the delicate rose, her scent was more proud, independent and indomitable.

And that's what makes her attractive.

Those gentle and delicate ones are all the same, only this independent and free soul is the most charming.

He moved closer to her, eventually connecting his lips with hers.

It's very refreshing, just like suddenly tasting a sip of cool spring water on a hot summer day.

But in just a moment, the spring water became restless and full of ripples.

His fingers brushed across the girl's cheek, then her hair, and he pressed her closer, pressing his whole body against her.

The lips grew hot, and the taste turned into demand.

Hermione felt as if she was about to be drowned by a devastating tsunami. His breath had never been so clear.

No—she thought.

Because this kiss had already told her the answer.

An answer she didn't want to face.

A few minutes passed - a lingering kiss, followed by a reluctant separation.

Owen pulled back the blanket and leaned in next to her.

Then he embraced her whole body, as if he wanted to merge her into his body and harden her into his bones and blood.

Finally, a voice was heard.

"There are two ways to defeat the Outer Gods." Owen murmured. His voice was gentle and calmly sounded in the girl's ears.

Hermione didn't respond, she just buried her cheek in the boy's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"The history of the past is so complicated that I can't describe it accurately." Owen said, "Perhaps we can think of the Outer Gods as a lake."

"A lake with an underground river flowing into it."

"Lake." The girl repeated the word.

"Well - a lake - and every once in a while the water in the lake will rise and spread. The specific manifestation is that the influence of the Outer Gods on this world begins to deepen, and at this time two solutions will appear." Owen said patiently: "The first one is also the most commonly used by successive heirs and the method thought up by the remaining gods. That is to pump out the overflowing water from the lake, build a reservoir, and keep it properly. The God-granted Tower is this reservoir."

Hermione nodded.

Owen continued: "There are currently seven divine towers in the world, but this does not mean that the lake has flooded seven times in total. It may be more, because the early divine towers must have faced various technical difficulties. Those reservoirs may not have been passed down to the present day."

"What about the second method?"

"The second one." Owen took a deep breath. "The second one is my guess."

"I guess Merlin's plan is to hope that I can collect all the overflowing lake water in this world and use it as capital to fight against that lake."

"Tens of thousands of years have passed. If the overflowing lake water exceeds the total amount of the original lake, I will be able to defeat the Outer God. If not—"

"." Hermione was not stupid, she had some inexplicable guesses long ago, guessing that the boy she loved might not be with her forever.

She raised her head, blush and worry, brokenness and affection all appeared on her face at the same time.

"Don't worry--" Owen reached out and brushed his hand across the little witch's cheek.

He kissed her forehead and said, "I now feel that the second method is not reliable."

"Why—" The little witch's mouth trembled slightly, her voice choked with sobs. Her body trembled slightly, like a leaf swaying and falling in the wind.

"It's very simple." Owen tried to make his tone of voice relaxed and casual. "Normally speaking, no matter how powerful the powerful Senior Tom is, he only got one portion of the power left by the Outer Gods, and I have five portions. If the lake logic is correct, then the power I have now should be able to easily wipe out Senior Tom."

"But the fact is, my magic power has indeed increased several times, but I still don't have absolute strength. This is very abnormal-"

Owen's words made Hermione feel a little relieved, but the worry in her heart did not completely disappear.

"So, what you mean is..." Hermione's voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that the emotional fluctuations just now had a great impact on her.

Owen took a deep breath, as if to calm down some kind of anxiety in his heart. He whispered: "I guess there may be deeper secrets behind that lake. Secrets that we don't know yet."

Maybe it is related to the [Supreme Will].

But Owen had no intention of telling Hermione this.

Because he didn't want the girl to really fall into despair.

The room fell silent.

It was late at night and there was no moonlight. Hermione leaned against him, looking out the window of the room into the deep darkness.

She knew deep down that Owen was keeping something from her.

She is a smart girl. She sees through some things but doesn't speak them out, because apart from tears, everyone knows what the right choice is.

The love between them is very different from that of ordinary people.

She viewed most human unions as a kind of 'house-elf' type of boring, cheap love where one party demands something from the other and the other party provides simple emotional responses.

Even the feeling that many people believe in - when two people come together after going through hardships, know each other well, trust each other, and have no reservations - is called love.

But that’s not the case.

Just as she has always pursued, to give the elves respect, independence and freedom. This is also her attitude towards Owen. It is also what she hopes for her.

They are not house-elves. They are free elves with great souls.

She would not ask Owen to be honest with her and tell her the cruel truth. Just like she was unwilling to accept it from the bottom of her heart. She did not think she had superhuman wisdom, smarter than legendary wizards like Merlin, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald, and could find a way out of a dead end on her own.

Eventually, she'll accept it.

At the end of the day - between life and death, she would choose the one he wished for.

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The next morning, Owen woke up very early.

He asked Dobby to deliver the letter to Snape and Roy last night.

He got up so early because he accompanied Hermione to the library in the basement to look for useful magic books.

After all, the Black family is a large family with a thousand-year heritage and countless treasured magic books in their collection. Perhaps some of them are useful.

In fact Miss Granger had wanted to go to the library last night.

According to her habit, she would stay up all night.

However, due to Owen's persistence and various teasings, Hermione had no choice but to give up the idea.

When they returned from the library, they ran into Ginny in the living room.

Ginny seemed to be holding her wand, alert.

Because there were only two of them in the room. Ron had only lived here for a week and left at the same time as Koyatel. So when she first came in, she couldn't find anyone and thought something unexpected had happened.

"Bill is going to marry Fleur!" After seeing Hermione, Ginny finally relaxed.

Then he told them the news happily.

"Ah!" Hermione was a little surprised, "At this time."

"It's time!" Ginny nodded and said solemnly, "Maybe we can't hold on to the end, but at least we can walk into the marriage hall with the one we love."

"That's what Fleur said. Mother agreed too. The wedding will be simple. We'll only invite a few family and friends. No big fanfare. We'll just come to the Burrow."

"Originally, Furong and Bill were not planning to hold a wedding. After all, it would be too dangerous with too many people around at this time. But Mom still hopes that someone can come to witness it. Even if it's just a few relatives and friends."

"We will participate too." Hermione said, her eyes inevitably falling on Owen standing beside her.

"Why?" Owen smiled and replied, "Perhaps we can discuss with Mrs. Weasley and hold weddings for two couples.

I'm an adult. Well - seventeen, a little over two weeks."

"Oh? Are you going to get married too?" Ginny became interested and her eyes lit up. "Of course you can. Mom will definitely agree. If..."

As she spoke, a trace of regret suddenly welled up on her cheeks. She was only sixteen years old, and Harry was not yet seventeen.

Otherwise, the wedding should be for three couples.

"No -" Hermione suddenly panicked, "I - no, I mean - too fast -"