I, Hogwarts Week Two

Just as the boy wanted to say something final.

Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout Hogwarts.

The voice was high, cold, and clear. It was hard to tell where it came from. It seemed to come from the wall itself.

"I know you are preparing for resistance."

In the auditorium, there were terrified screams among the students. Some of them huddled together, looking around in fear, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Your efforts are useless. You are no match for me. All resistance is foolish. I don't want to kill you. I have great respect for the professors at Hogwarts. I don't want to shed wizard blood."

The auditorium was filled with silence, a silence that oppressed people's eardrums. The silence was so great that it seemed that the auditorium could not contain it.

"You can choose to surrender. This is the wisest choice. Surrender to me, a god, and there is no shame in that. Surrender to me, and I will mercifully forgive all your previous sins."

"Finally, hand over Harry Potter and that Owen Rosier. Hand them over, and I will reward you. Hand them over, and you will become God's messengers in the new world."

"I'll give you an hour."

After hearing these voices, Owen's expression did not change, he even wanted to laugh.

Threats are useless at this time.

How can someone who is capable of launching a rebellion surrender now?

It's just a dream.

"Okay." Wenda's voice was already very weak on the bed. "I think you can't wait any longer."

"Go quickly," she urged.

Owen and Hermione looked at each other.

In the end, he didn't say anything to persuade her.

As she said, this was her choice, and it was time to come to an end the dispute that originated from sixty or seventy years ago.

The two left the school infirmary under the watchful eyes of Wenda.

Her brown pupils gradually dilated.

Thoughts drifted back to the past like the wind, across mountains and rivers.

Across the city and the countryside.

Finally arrived at the starting point of time.

Stopped at a midsummer dance.

In the sky full of fireworks, in the garden outside the Château de Rosier.

A young boy was talking with many young people.

He seemed to notice something.

He raised his head and his heterochromatic eyes met hers.

In the night sky, fireworks dyed the darkness with a layer of crimson light.

The light shone on the two of them.

Everything is already destined.

----

On the other side, in the auditorium.

Silence swallowed them all up again.

The students gasped in fear, and everyone turned their heads, looking for Harry and Owen.

Suddenly a Slytherin shouted, "It's Potter, he's there, catch him!"

It was Pansy Parkinson, she screamed, raising her shaking arms.

Harry had just arrived at the Great Hall from the school infirmary.

Just happened to bump into it.

Sirius was standing in front of Harry in an instant.

And Ron, Ginny and others.

A group of Gryffindor students also stepped forward to block Harry.

Soon after, Hufflepuff students also stood up, and Ravenclaw students did the same thing almost at the same time. Wands were pulled out from all directions, some from under cloaks, some from inside sleeves, and all pointed at Pansy.

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson!" Professor McGonagall said clearly and simply, "You and Mr. Filch will leave the hall first. Other students who want to leave can follow."

After a short silence, there was the sound of benches rubbing against each other. Most of the Slytherins on the other side of the hall had left, but some still chose to stay.

Voldemort is now a monster, and everyone knows it. Even not all pure-blood families support him.

More often than not, those families were coerced or threatened by Voldemort, and they had no choice but to support him.

Naturally, all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs stayed.

A small number of Ravenclaws left.

However, Professor McGonagall did not agree to so many people staying.

Especially Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, many of them are still first and second year wizards, what point can they stay here?

Finally, under the professor's tough attitude, all wizards below the fifth grade were forcibly escorted out of the hall.

The Order of the Phoenix has sent out some people, who will be responsible for transferring these young wizards to Thornfield Castle.

As time went by - more and more wizards appeared in the hall.

"Mom!" Neville shouted, and ran over quickly, looking at her in disbelief, "Why are you here? You wrote to me before saying that they sent a few Death Eaters to catch you. I was really worried that something might happen to you."

"We have been through many battles." The visitors were Neville's parents.

After they fully recovered last year, they joined the federation’s special operations team.

We have been cracking down on [Pretenders] in Egypt and other regions.

"Merlin! Grandma, why are you here too?" Neville looked at an old woman in disbelief, following behind his parents.

"Why, just because you learned a few spells, you've grown so strong that you can look down on your grandmother?" Mrs. Lombard said loudly, "My son, daughter-in-law and grandson are all here, so of course I have to be here too."

"Besides, the Death Eaters were no match for me. I only used a few curses to put them down."

“But your age.”

"Age is not a problem. I saw many old acquaintances." Mrs. Longbottom looked around unyieldingly. "When they were studying at Hogwarts, I was the one who taught Alastor Moody and his friends spells."

"Mrs. Longbottom was a very famous Auror back then." Sirius explained to Harry.

"The Longbottom family has always had a tradition of being Aurors. Neville's grandfather and great-grandfather were both Aurors."

"That's really amazing," Harry exclaimed.

Of course, Mrs. Lombard did not reveal the deeper reasons.

She had seen her son and daughter-in-law being tortured.

This time she was there to prevent this from happening.

Either she would die before her sons and the others, or they would all survive.

Or, for the glory of the Longbottom family!

Today, three generations of their family will die together for justice. There will never be a fourth situation!

It was already late at night.

But as the news of the decisive battle swept across Britain like a hurricane, people who received the news came out from their hiding places and came to Hogwarts one after another.

They want to fight!

Fight to the death with Voldemort!

This war will affect the future of the wizarding world. If we retreat now, we may never have another chance. No one wants to miss it.

Now, every time someone came in, everyone present was pleasantly surprised. This meant that their power had become even stronger.

Among them were parents of students, many students who had graduated many years ago, and wizards who had fled from being hunted by dark wizards. All of them spontaneously returned to school to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Percy was out of breath, having run too fast. He looked around through his crooked horn-rimmed glasses at the people gathered in the auditorium and shouted, "The Federation's support has arrived. There are a lot of people. After all, this is a decisive battle."

Bill and Fleur also came over to break the news.

"Charlie and the Aurors from Algeria and surrounding countries are on their way here."

“Spain, Greece, Italy, Egypt, Bulgaria.”

"France and Germany."

"The United States, Russia, and the Far East."

"Almost all countries have sent Aurors."

The speaker was the Federation's Secretary General, Ms. Serphis Kama.

She was followed by almost all members of the Federation's special operations team.

"This is the final battle for wizards!" she shouted, pumping her fist.

"For the wizards!"

"For the wizard!!!" everyone shouted!

For the legend that never fades.

Magic will never be enslaved.

----

Gleneagles, Perth and Kinross.

It was a silent and cloudless night, and the cold moonlight shone on the earth, enveloping the entire city in a world of silver.

A hint of chill came from all directions. Besides the faint light from the street lamps, many households also had their lights on.

Today is New Year.

On a road leading to a distant town, on both sides of the road, many houses have Christmas trees decorated with colorful lights placed in front of their doors.

They were just getting together to enjoy dinner.

But at this moment, a roar came from the end of the road, and the huge noise broke the tranquility of the night. People who were still awake curiously went to the windows or opened the doors.

He leaned his head forward and looked around.

That is - as the roar got closer and clearer, people discovered that an army appeared at the other end of the road.

There are tanks, armored vehicles, artillery tractors and everything else.

From time to time, a low roar could be heard in the sky.

Dozens of fighter planes flew by, and the scene reminded people of the disaster that broke out in London.

Gradually, a panic began to spread from the houses on both sides of the road to further places.

"Is there going to be another war?"

This thought suddenly popped up in many people's minds.

They had long heard that their country was at war with wizards.

The entire country of Owen is at war with wizards.

Ordinary people simply cannot tell the difference between Death Eaters, Aurors, and the Federation.

All they found was that they were all wizards, and that the wizards were bad guys, evil people, terrorists who were trying to murder the Queen and Prime Minister.

Although the Federation has been working to ease the relationship between wizards and Muggles during the war, the results of their work cannot be said to be useless, but can only be said to be completely useless.

Anti-witch sentiment spread from Berlin to Cairo.

From London to Athens, almost the entire Western European region and the countries along the Mediterranean coast were extremely hostile to wizards.

Rumor has it that the Vatican has begun to form new witch-hunting priests.

The legendary Knights Templar and Crusaders may be about to return to this world again.

wizard

This term has become a source of deep fear in people's hearts.

Watching the armored combat vehicles driving slowly and steadily on the road, and listening to the harsh sound of brakes, loud in the dark night, everyone's heart was filled with uneasiness.

----

"Damn it, it's New Year's Day, don't wizards know how to rest?" A pair of elite troops wearing night vision goggles, camouflage uniforms and carrying several kinds of weapons were silently checking their equipment in an armored vehicle. Suddenly, one of the team members started yelling with a very bad expression.

"Come on, you're just too slow. If you were fast enough, you wouldn't have received the notice to return to the base just after lying down in bed." A team member next to him looked at him playfully.

"What? Are you fast?"

"Fuck you, Johnny."

"But those wizards may not celebrate New Year or Christmas. Maybe Jesus is a wizard?" Another person interrupted.

They all knew about the existence of those witches, but Jesus

If the Bible isn't a fairy tale, then... damn, it might as well be a wizard's autobiography.

The soldier named Johnny curled his lips and said nothing.

Britain is still a Christian country after all, and such a portrayal of Jesus would be offensive.

"I heard that this seems to be a decisive battle - a big decisive battle!"

"Where did you hear that?" Johnny asked.

"Hey - I have a comrade who is a pilot on the NATO joint fleet."

"He was called back, too."

"The combined fleet is also dispatched?" Johnny said in surprise. His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had realized something. "Fuck, the Combined Operations Command is not going to use that kind of weapon to capture all the wizards in one fell swoop!"

"They are just about to have a decisive battle."

"Who says it's not true?" His comrade shrugged and said, "If it were you, I'd just use nuclear bombs to wipe out the area. The Russians have mentioned this several times at the UN. No matter who the good guys are or who the bad guys are, wizards must be wiped out. What if a dangerous person holding a magic wand suddenly appears on the street, shouting "Long Live True Life" and indiscriminately attacks ordinary people? Their magical powers are not easy to deal with."

"Take this opportunity"

"Shut up, Rocos." Commander Valerie V looked at her subordinates sternly.

"Keep silent. Instead of taking this time, you might as well think carefully about the tactics for fighting wizards that your instructor has taught you."

"Don't worry, Captain. I won't forget it."

Everyone nodded.

Then the armored vehicle returned to silence again, with only the buzzing sound of the radio still lingering in the ears.

The journey was long and unobstructed.

At the end of the road, the outline of their final destination gradually emerged.

That was a group of mountains.

According to the location marked by the intelligence, they were still ten miles (16 kilometers) away from their destination.

"Everyone get out of the car."

"Set up all the gun barrels for me!" Valerie, the commander on the scene, shouted vulgarly. With her pretty face, the scene was filled with a sense of weirdness.

"Where's the satellite map?" she shouted again.

Then Rocos, who had been arguing with Johnny, ran over and took out something that looked like a tablet from his backpack.

After lighting up.

A clear satellite map appeared in front of the two people.

Valerie swiped the screen and zoomed in on a certain area.

A ruin appeared on the screen.

The ruins look like the remains of a fortress from the ancient Roman period.

"This is it."

"Order, adjust the artillery firing unit and aim at this position.

Deploy all protective magic items within a one-mile radius.

Teams 1, 2, and 3, sneak into the surrounding forests. If you encounter an enemy tiered blocking defense, use them. "

"Build a communication base station and transfer the on-site images to the command center."

"Yes!"