I, Hogwarts Week Two

Owen stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by an indescribable majesty and power.

He slowly raised the Phoenix Crystal Wand.

As his mind focused, a powerful ancient magic power originating from ancient times began to surge out from his limbs and bones, gathering into a torrent and finally pouring into the wand that was shining with mysterious light.

In an instant, an invisible storm seemed to blow up in the hall. Owen's robe was rustling in the wind due to this terrifying potential energy, and his long hair was thrown into the sky by this force, like a galaxy, showing an extraordinary beauty in the interweaving of light and shadow.

At this moment, Owen waved his wand without hesitation, and dozens of milky white light balls streaked across the sky like meteors and hit other goblins around the hall.

A miracle happened. Under the illumination of the light ball, the first fairy suddenly and violently vomited out a bunch of gorgeous blooming spiritual flowers. The flowers were pink and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Soon after, more fairies began to spit flowers from their mouths. The entire hall seemed to be cast under magic and quickly turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

The pink flowers covered the entire hall. They were not only beautiful, but also contained a strange spiritual power. In this sea of ​​flowers, rational people seemed to be able to feel an inexplicable connection. They could vaguely hear the voices of the deceased from the pink petals. Those voices were either gentle consolation or affectionate confession, filling the entire hall with a faint sadness and longing.

As time went by, the horns on the goblins gradually disappeared, and the fear and pain in their eyes also dissipated.

Although his body still looked extremely weak.

They supported each other, with the light of rebirth flashing in their eyes, and were full of gratitude and awe towards Owen.

After doing all this, Owen slowly stood up, his eyes cold and deep, he glanced around the hall, and finally fixed his sight on the goblin king, who was now pale and his eyes were full of madness.

The dry and decayed body of Ragnac XVII suddenly burst into a trace of vitality in the extreme excitement.

With a trembling voice, he almost begged to Owen: "Hurry - I am willing to pay any price. I can give you any treasure in my treasury, including the legendary Sword of Gryffindor. Save me - let me keep my life!"

Owen smiled contemptuously when he heard this, and then said sternly: "Shut up! The Sword of Gryffindor belongs to Hogwarts."

"No - it was a goblin's treasure, stolen by a wizard," the king said.

For goblins, the rightful owner of any object is the one who made it, not the one who bought it. Anything made by goblins, in the eyes of goblins, should belong to them.

The buyer only has the right to use it during his lifetime.

Once the purchaser dies, the goblin has the right to take back the item.

The Sword of Gryffindor is a legendary weapon that possesses magical powers.

It can be permanently strengthened and can absorb things that strengthen it.

For example, snake venom - the previous Gryffindor sword could not destroy Horcruxes. This was because Dumbledore used the Gryffindor sword to kill the basilisk in his second year, and the sword absorbed the basilisk's poison, and then it had the ability to destroy Horcruxes.

When Godric Gryffindor was alive, goblins wanted to steal such treasures, but they failed.

"The Sword of Gryffindor belongs to Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts - the materials and cost of the sword were paid by Gryffindor himself. You goblins are just forging it on his behalf." Hermione said sharply.

"And..." As she spoke, a hint of sarcasm appeared in her eyes. "Now it seems that it is not certain whether the forging technology used by you fairies belongs to fairies!"

There is such a large ancient relic underground. Hermione doesn't believe that the goblins only obtained the technology of artificial creatures from it.

"To say that the Sword of Gryffindor belongs to a goblin - that's the most outrageous statement I've ever heard."

"Okay." Owen raised his hand, signaling Hermione that there was no need to waste words with this greedy king. He said directly: "If you want to live, just listen to me. Remember, your life is in my hands now."

Then, Owen repeated the order he had given to the goblin France word for word.

At this moment, the Goblin King was like a drowning man who had grabbed the last straw. How could he dare to resist or hesitate at all?

The sword of Gryffindor - the ancient relics - the treasures. He didn't care - nothing was more precious than his own survival.

He immediately ordered the goblin nobles who had just been cured to carry out Owen's orders, and at the same time stared at Owen with eager eyes, fearing that he would suddenly change his mind.

"Hehe——" The boy's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile.

He knew clearly in his mind that he would not easily heal the king at this moment. After all, the [Evil Omen] was the knife hanging over Ragnac XVII's head. Only when this knife was hung high would he not do anything evil.

"Sirius--" Owen called out, and then whispered something in Sirius' ear.

When Sirius heard this, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded. Without asking any more questions, he left the royal hall as quickly as an arrow.

"What's wrong?" Hermione inquired.

"I asked Sirius to guard the entrance to the Eternal City." Owen turned around and explained to Hermione, "I was worried that the bewitched traitors might escape."

"You two stay here. The traitor may become desperate and try to kill the king."

"Yeah." Hermione and Koyatel nodded.

As for Owen - he asked the fairies in the hall to find a fairy to be responsible for the training area first.

He had some guesses to ask.

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The operation to catch the traitor was swift.

Just as Owen guessed, the fairies bewitched by the Outer Gods were only a minority after all. Although the [Bad Omen] on them did not affect them because of the Outer Gods, the difference in numbers still caught most of them off guard and they were quickly caught.

However, a few cunning traitors still managed to escape, and their flight direction was straight to the entrance of the Eternal City.

The goblins sent people to give chase.

In addition, Sirius Black had been waiting there for a long time, so it seemed that these traitors could not cause much trouble.

About two hours later, the palace was already busy and solemn. The captured traitors were escorted here one by one, lined up in dense rows, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

Owen didn't waste any time. He started the interrogation without any hesitation or delay.

For those ordinary goblin researchers who were not directly involved in the rebellion, Owen adopted a quick and efficient method - the Soul Leviticus spell.

As for the fairies bewitched by the foreign gods, Owen adopted a more cautious strategy. He was well aware of the risks that might come with casting a spell directly, especially with the precedent of Koyatel, he dared not take it lightly.

If spells don't work, then I can only use potions.

He did have some truth serum, but it was a small amount, just a small ampoule, enough for at most one goblin.

With the help of the goblin France, Owen poured the precious little truth serum into the main person in charge of the cultivation area, a goblin named Charlie with a photographic memory.

Owen then began the interrogation.

As the truth serum took effect, Charlie's face gradually turned pale and distorted, and he could no longer hide his true identity and purpose.

First of all, the other party is not a fairy loyal to the Fairy Kingdom.

But it was an insider from the Fairy Brotherhood.

Their purpose this time was exactly as Owen guessed, which was to transform all the fairies in the entire fairy kingdom into [Sons of Evil Omen].

But what surprised others was that, according to the Brotherhood goblin, the embryo in the culture area that was occupied by the Outer God was not brought by them. Instead, it was studied by scholars in the Goblin Kingdom themselves, and they just discovered this secret by accident.

In response, the goblins, led by France, strongly denied it and insisted that everything was a conspiracy of the Brotherhood and had nothing to do with them.

Of course, words are not enough. After Owen used the spell to recite the spell, the truth soon came to light.

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In the following days, the Fairy Kingdom began to return to peace.

Owen naturally didn't have time to stay here to remove the curse for every fairy, so he could let Rochelle Hospital for Magical Disabilities take action.

The alchemical magic prop invented by Victor - a Muggle-like MRI device - is much easier to solve the [Bad Omen] on the goblins than to remove the [Bad Omen] on the infected people in Italy before, because the [Bad Omen] on the goblins does not have the ability to transform people into [Sons of Evil Omens], but is more of a curse.

It is naturally easier to handle.

As for the ancient ruins beneath the Eternal City.

To be honest, the wizarding world is running out of manpower.

The main reason is that there are no trustworthy personnel to be transferred. Now it is a time of war, and the fight with the Death Eaters has reached a white-hot stage. It is really impossible to send a group of scholars who understand ancient runes here.

We can only talk about this after the war is over.

"When are you planning to leave?"

After the goblin incident, Owen and others returned to England.

A lot of information was obtained from the Fairy Brotherhood, but the most important one was about Koyatel's life experience.

"In a few days."

In the chapel of Thornfield Castle, the little wizards were gathered together to discuss plans for the future.

"I'll go with her," said Ron.

"Hmm - that's fine." Owen thought for a moment and said, "Right now the war in Europe hasn't spread to New Zealand. There shouldn't be any danger there."

As he spoke, Koyatel suddenly looked at him.

He asked earnestly, "Have you guessed it a long time ago?"

"Almost." Owen nodded calmly: "I had my guess when I saw the embryo in the culture area."

"Silver hair and red eyes - more importantly, there are not many people or bloodlines in this world who can carry ancient magic - there are only a few known people like the Weasley family and Zhang Xiaolin. And me - you know my grandmother has worked with the Goblin Brotherhood before, she would never allow her bloodline to be used as a test subject by goblins.

Combining this information, I gradually formed an outline in my mind. After much calculation, the most likely answer is you, Coyatel. Or the Stewart family. "

Owen said calmly that he connected all these the moment he saw the embryo, but without evidence, he naturally did not dare to make a conclusion. But after peeking into the memories of many goblins, Owen was very sure that his guess was correct.

"Why did Quetzalcoatl choose you? It's definitely not because of your personal will or anything - after all, you were just a fetus in your mother's womb at that time. So this can only be blood."

“I have said before that Stuart, the founder of Ilvermorny School of Magic, and his wife Aesop Threll are direct descendants of Salazar Slaterlin.

Although the Stewart family has been passed down for countless generations today, the bloodline of Salazar has become very thin.

But you are different - your bloodline has regressed, as can be confirmed by the fact that you hold Salazar's wand in your hand and can speak snake language."

"So I guess that someone in the Fairy Brotherhood must have transferred your bloodline to the Fairy Kingdom. The Fairy Kingdom should have been studying Stuart's bloodline over the years."

"Damn the goblin." Koyatel said angrily.

Owen glanced at her.

After learning the truth that day in the Fairy Kingdom, Koyatel killed all the fairies involved in the plan.

It's really cruel.

If it weren't for the fact that the life of the Goblin King was in his hands, a fight would have broken out.

But it is understandable that she did so. The pain she experienced and her brothers and sisters who died in the experiments, how could such deep-rooted hatred be easily erased.

If these things happened to him.

Then there will no longer be the race of fairies in this world.

So Owen would not say anything big like it was for the sake of the overall situation or to win over the goblins to our side.

Even Hermione chose to escape by escaping the situation.

"Harry, what are your plans next?" Hermione frowned slightly on the bench in the chapel, then quickly changed the subject.

"Me?" Harry's eyes were full of confusion. "I want to go to Godric's Hollow. To see my parents."

"I'm going with Harry." Ginny said quickly, "How about you Hermione?"

"Me?" Hermione turned to look at Owen. "I plan to spend some time studying the stone tablets unearthed from the ancient ruins of the Fairy Kingdom. There should be some information we need on them. In addition, it is also important to establish contact with Hogwarts. Among those young wizards who were forced to return to Hogwarts, there must be some who are willing to resist. We need to contact them, train them, and make them our helpers, so that we can hide back in the castle when the opportunity arises."