I, Hogwarts Week Two

"Mr. Memelin." Hermione was shocked at the phantom figure that appeared behind her.

She will never forget that look in her life.

"I knew that kid Owen wouldn't come. How should I put it? Is this considered tsundere?" Merlin rubbed his chin and spoke to himself.

He is still the same.

She has long, flowing silver hair, tied up in an elegant way.

His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world.

Wearing gorgeous robes, the material of these robes looks both light and noble, and they are embroidered with intricate patterns.

If you ignore his casual personality, he can be described as a handsome man with elegant manners.

"Well - the result is the same." He looked at Hermione. "It's been a long time. Well - it's been years for you, but it's just a blink of an eye for me."

"Sir." Hermione had a thousand questions in her mind.

But when she really faced Merlin, she didn't know how to ask these questions.

In other words, all the problems in her heart seemed to disappear and become unimportant.

"Well, although I usually use lies and silence to get away with things like human growth and guidance, today I will answer your questions sincerely. Come on, ask whatever questions you have. Of course, not asking a single question is also an option. It would be great for me if you could do that."

"." Hermione was a little surprised by Merlin's straightforwardness. Although she had long known that this famous wizard looked like an unreliable guy, it was not a good idea to be so blunt.

"Hu——" The little witch took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and then asked the most important question.

She pointed at the 'corpse' beside her and said, "Is that you? Why did you do that?"

"Oh? You still don't know the reason now?" The illusory Merlin was very surprised.

He looked at Hermione carefully, and after a moment's pause he said, "I'm sorry, if you haven't found the reason yourself, then..."

"You want to become a god?" Hermione interrupted him, "Star Blade or Prometheus Blade, it can ignite the soul fire and make mortals become gods!"

"Oh! That's right." Merlin nodded. He wasn't surprised.

"So you succeeded?" Hermione demanded.

"No - I failed for some reason." Merlin said naturally.

"reason?"

"Of course. Because I'm not human. Although I have a human form, I'm not the same creature as you.

Although I am praised as a wise man, I do not do this for humans. I am a hybrid of a succubus and a human.

The so-called nightmares are spiritual beings that parasitize humans. Basically, they do not have a "self". They only copy the personality of the person they parasitize. The nightmares only regard humans as a source of nutrition to be exploited.

But I am half human, so I have only a half self...with purpose and consciousness. I am considered a wise man because I learned that if I did this, people would accept me.”

"Human? It has to be human?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"No - humans don't matter," Merlin said, "but certain qualities and powers they possess do matter.

I have no feelings for humans themselves. Humans themselves are boring, but the things between humans that transcend time have value. And that thing is the most important. "

“I only understood it after I failed.”

"So you chose Owen and made him the second one?" The little witch finally asked the question buried deep in her heart.

She had been vaguely aware of something since a very early time.

Realizing that she might lose something that was most precious to her.

She just didn't want to face it, always thinking that fate was still far away from her.

Merlin was silent for a moment.

He could have answered coldly, but he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.

“I am an alien disguised as a human. Although I seem to be able to learn from humans and have emotions, I still don’t understand human emotions.

Of course, I have intelligence, so I understand the suffering of human beings.

However, I do not understand the heaviness of this pain.

In the final analysis, nightmares are just "someone's dreams". Even if we can talk about love and hate, we cannot express their heaviness. "

Merlin's eyes sketched out the illusory shadow of someone.

That is the root of all his purposes.

He never had his own dream, he regarded other people's dreams as his own survival goal.

"Is there no other way?" Hermione heard the meaning behind Merlin's words.

Her voice became increasingly dull, sounding like she was begging.

"No one knows what the final outcome will be for you humans," Merlin said, "so don't worry, maybe everything will be fine. Maybe he will come back."

"Will be back?"

"perhaps."

Suddenly, the remains of Merlin's real body lit up with a pink light.

Then countless pink flowers grew out of his body.

There were more and more flowers, gradually covering his body.

"Ding Dong——"

It was the sound of metal hitting the ground.

The petals fell away, leaving only the [Star Blade] on the ground.

There was also a sword, a long, thin sword covered with gems and inscriptions, lying at the feet of the body.

"Please accept this sword." The illusory Merlin stretched out his hand and pointed at the long sword with intricate and gorgeous patterns. "It was originally broken. I repaired it. Now I give it to you. I hope you can become the second Arthur."

Then he pointed at the Star Blade.

"I put the choice in your hands, little girl."

"Maybe he doesn't need to do what I did. The world isn't that bad. He can still survive if he makes some repairs."

"I'm not forcing you. I don't think it's shameful if you hide it. Most things in this world are meaningless to individuals. There's nothing wrong with choosing what you value."

"For hundreds of years, I have been looking down at humans from a high tower. I feel more and more that humans are stupid, not in a philosophical sense, but from a biological point of view.

There is no other intelligent life form in the universe that is as wasteful as humans, and at the same time, there is no other existence that is so full of unexpected things.

Humans are indeed flawed creatures.

but--

But the history you describe is extremely beautiful.

This is the only thing I can say for sure. No matter what the outcome is, it is something valuable enough to remain in this universe."

"Today, many years later, I am no longer as obsessed with changing my destiny as I was back then. Not making a choice is also a choice."

Merlin said a lot.

He suddenly smiled, like a spiritual flower sprouting branches.

The illusory figure floated upwards like smoke.

Float higher, float towards the stars and the universe.

"I sincerely hope that we will never meet again, Miss Hermione Granger.

If we never meet again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night. "

The ethereal voice completely dissipated along with the last wisp of smoke.

Hermione stood there, staring at all this in a daze.

I don't know what decision to make.

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How long did the battle at the Tower of Divine Assignment last?

Irving couldn't figure this out.

The place seemed to be connected to the spirit, and he felt neither hungry nor tired.

Maybe it lasted for a long time, maybe it was just a moment.

When he killed the last dark creature.

He gathered the last bit of dark malice into his body.

When the light of all heroic spirits is concentrated on him alone.

The light and shadow in front of Owen's eyes suddenly changed.

He seemed to have turned into a star.

Light and shadows flashed rapidly before his eyes, and then retreated backwards at a speed faster than the speed of light. He felt as if he was flying through the universe, standing shoulder to shoulder with the stars, and seeing strange planets and scenery.

Each planet represents the memory of a star.

In its long journey over countless years, the star has passed through many places.

Some of those planets are full of life, even with life that is completely different from that on Earth. Some are collapsing, breaking into pieces, and eventually being torn into interstellar dust by the gravity of the stars.

Some - Owen didn't have time to observe, too many, too many.

Until a blue planet that he was most familiar with appeared in his sight.

The stars on his body shone brighter and brighter, so brilliant and gorgeous as if a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand fireworks were lit at the same time.

Then, Owen's eyes turned white.

The bright light obscured my vision.

When he came to his senses again, Owen found that he had returned to reality.

This was still a place he was very familiar with. He had been here many times in the past few years. The circular walls were covered with portraits of people. They were talking in low voices. The one facing Owen was Dumbledore, who was smiling as usual.

This is the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, which is almost exactly the same as when Dumbledore was still here, except that the owner behind the desk is no longer Dumbledore, but Snape in a black robe.

He stared at Owen who suddenly appeared, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"How surprising." Snape said slowly, in a whisper-like voice, without any warmth, but loud enough for Owen to hear clearly.

"Irving Sanchez, you are here."

Facing Owen, he looked surprised. Besides that, there was some indescribable expression on Snape's face.

"I guess the founder placed it here." Owen guessed to himself.

"Well, long time no see, Professor. It looks like you've been having a hard time lately. Your hair is so greasy, is it really possible that you just can't spare any time?"

Owen said cheerfully, taking a seat in the chair across from the desk.

"Maybe this is just a mess that someone made."

"I agree!" Owen raised his hands. "If you want to blame someone, blame Dumbledore!"

He looked at the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall.

"Yes, it comes from his stupidity." Snape glanced at Dumbledore's portrait. "This is no longer the Hogwarts you are familiar with. If I want, I can summon a bunch of dark wizards and dementors at any time, as well as terrible monsters you don't know. They are all minions of the Dark Lord. How many can you defeat?"

Snape said, with a look of disgust, "The Order of the Phoenix has failed, Dumbledore's plan has failed, and the Dark Lord is now far more powerful than before. We can't defeat him. I thought you would be smarter, like taking Potter and escaping abroad."

"He won't run away. Lily's blood is in him." Owen said affirmatively.

This immediately aroused Snape's anger. "Don't mention that name again!"

"Do you know how much benefit he has gained from the goblins in such a short time? He is almost becoming a god! As for his minions, a group of dark wizards from abroad are helping him. They are capturing Muggles in remote areas and transforming them into monsters. Do you know how many there are?"

"One hundred thousand?"

"Millions!" Snape roared.

"There are also vampires, werewolves, and all kinds of dark creatures. Theseus Scamander is so stupid that he even thought of attacking Hogwarts under such circumstances."

"Hmm? Theseus Scamander is attacking Hogwarts?"

"In progress!" said Snape coldly.

"Then what are you doing here? Stalling for time?"

"I have to pretend I don't know so as not to be suspected by those idiots. And now no one comes to inform me!"

"Oh, clever!"

Owen seemed very casual, with no sense of urgency about the coming war.

"Tell you what, kid! I don't know what plan you are carrying out with Dumbledore or Grindelwald, but I must remind you that he is no longer the same person he was before. With the blessing of the dark power, his strength is terrifying. I don't want you to fail after I have done what I should do."

"We're going to win!" Irving said simply.

"That's for the best, because I really don't see the point of storming Hogwarts Castle at this time. It would only give him the opportunity to destroy you," said Snape.

"I guess the best way to defeat You-Know-Who is to lure him out of his hole and not let him get any further."

Snape did not argue, he looked Owen in the eye. At this moment, a voice came from a portrait on the wall: "They have begun to attack."

"I know." Snape rubbed his wrist.

"To the auditorium."

Before Owen could say anything, he had already hurried across the room, his black robe quickly blending into the shadows of the room.

Owen did not leave the principal's office immediately.

He chatted with many principals.

Those are the ones who know the truth about ancient magic.

Principal Dexter talked to him the longest and he was glad to be out of that hellhole.

And Dumbledore, who seemed to have said all, simply smiled at him.

ten minutes later.

When Owen left the principal's office and returned to the long-missed castle corridor, Snape was nowhere to be seen. The corridor in front of him was quiet, and the candlelight sprinkled on the two stone monsters in front of the office. A set of armor was hidden in the darkness not far away. It was only a few months since he returned to Hogwarts, but he felt as if he had been there for many years.

Everything around me is both familiar and strange.

Owen walked quickly towards the auditorium.

If the purpose is to drive out the Death Eaters in Hogwarts, that place will be the venue for the final battle.

"Go back to the dormitory, you damned little bastards, otherwise, I will cast the Cruciatus Curse on you and make your life worse than death."

As he turned the corner, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the darkness ahead.