I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 176 Christmas - Magic Divination

Owen and the three of them were taken away from the principal's office.

Afternoon classes were cancelled.

All the little wizards gathered in the auditorium to study.

The professor and the Aurors from the Order of the Phoenix almost turned the castle upside down, but still found nothing.

After a night.

Just when everyone thought the attacker had left the castle.

The attack happened again.

This time it was the second grade.

In the history of magic in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the morning, in that class, Professor Binns continued to use his drowsy and passionless tone, telling about the deeds of the villain Emmerich.

Emmerich was a short-lived but extremely ferocious dark wizard who had considerable influence in southern England in the early Middle Ages.

He was once killed by his rival Egbert in an extremely bloody duel.

This famous duel was talked about by later generations.

Unbeknownst to them of course, this was also the first instance of the Elder Wand changing hands by dueling.

Emmerich was one of the former holders of the Elder Wand.

To be honest, the little wizards are not at all interested in this kind of duel story that happened thousands of years ago. Compared with the duel thousands of years ago, they are more willing to discuss with their friends the frantic search of yesterday by the professors!
And that's when the students scribbled down names and dates, confusing Merik the Bad with Ulric the Weird.

Things happened suddenly.

"Look!"

"Ah~~~"

The whole classroom suddenly exploded, and the little wizard stared in disbelief at Professor Binns, who seemed to be dead and floating in the air.

He looked exactly like Peeves yesterday.The same body became transparent, the same quietly suspended in the air, even the expression on the face was similar, the eyes were open and the face was stiff.

Like being murdered.

The gray light outside the window shone in through the window, making this scene even more terrifying.

Among the second-year little wizards, the few calm little wizards, such as Ginny, Colin, and Luna, reacted immediately.

They immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran towards several other nearby professors.

And the classroom closest to the history of magic is undoubtedly Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Lupine rushed to the Charms classroom almost immediately.

"This"

The first time he encountered this situation, he didn't know what to do. He could only evacuate the little wizards first, and then he called Professor McGonagall to discuss countermeasures.

And this time.

Owen was outside the castle giving their last Care of Magical Creatures lesson before Christmas.

Hagrid's use of a villain as the protagonist of this lesson was not a good idea.

The witch bird is a bird native to Africa with unusually showy plumage.Its family has orange, pink, orange-green, and yellow.

Its feathers have long been excellent materials for making fine quills, and its eggs are brightly patterned and very beautiful, but its singing can drive anyone who hears them to lose their minds.

Owen and the others had to wear thick earplugs like they did in herbal medicine class.

When they finished their lessons and returned to the castle, they faced an inexplicable sense of tension.

All the little wizards were talking about Professor Binns.

In the auditorium.The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Only Ron breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Huh~ Let me just say, Peeves' matter has nothing to do with me!"

His suspicions were finally cleared.

And Hermione was very unhappy with his attitude. Everyone was worried about Professor Binns. Ron should not behave like this, and then she said sternly: "You shouldn't be gloating at Ron, and now you are talking about this when?"

Then she turned around and continued to ask Ginny: "Did Professor McGonagall tell me what's going on?"

"Not sure?" Ginny shook her head and continued: "The three professors have not come out since they went to the principal's office."

"Big news!"

"Big news!!!"

While several people were talking, suddenly the voice of Gemini came from the entrance of the auditorium.

The two of them hurried in.Shocking news came out from the astonished eyes of the little wizards: "Another ghost has been attacked!"

"who is it!"

Fred approached, picked up the silver cup on the long table, drank a gulp of fresh orange juice, and continued to explain: "Just now, at the gate of the tower, Nick, who was almost headless, was also floating in the air, as if he was attacked by someone. Same."

"Yes, Professor Lupine, who witnessed all this, has brought the ghost to find the principal." George said.

"That's more!" Fred continued, "The fat monk from Hufflepuff, and the bloody Baron from Slytherin. They were all taken to the principal's office by the principals."

"Oh my God!"

"What happened?"

"Is it the end of the world?"

"Why ghosts?" Ron interrupted suddenly, "I mean, who would have an enmity with ghosts? They're already dead, can they be killed again?"

"I don't know!" Gemini spread his hands with an expression of helplessness.

"Anyway, Dumbledore should be most anxious now."

Just as everyone was caught up in the discussion, Hermione suddenly turned her head to look at Owen beside her, and asked softly, "Owen, do you know what's going on?"

"I?"

With that said, all the little wizards in the lounge turned their attention to Owen. As Hogwarts' famous humanoid encyclopedia, everyone had expectations for him.

"Don't look, if I knew what was going on, I would have twisted the attacker's head off and sent it to the principal's office to ask for credit."

He spread his hands helplessly, indicating that he really didn't know about it.

"Then -" Hannah opened her mouth next to her. Her eyes swept across the faces of everyone present. Everyone was full of worry, but what was even more frightening was that their worries were turning into reality, "The attack Could it happen to a living person?"

Yes, this is what the little wizards are most concerned about.

The ghosts have all fallen, so will it be the little wizard's turn next?

Regarding this point, Owen's eyes sank, he took a deep breath, and said, "If the other party, as Professor Dumbledore said, is here to steal soul energy, then——Yes."

"It's indeed a good idea for that person to choose to start with ghosts. Without the protection of the body, the energy of ghosts should be easier to obtain, but this will not be the end. Because since he can attack ghosts, he will naturally attack little wizards."

"My God!"

Everyone sighed.

Then everything fell silent, even the air was dead silent.

After a while, when the silence gradually settled down.

Luna, who was holding a brand new copy of "The Quibbler", came over to dispel the oppressive atmosphere on the long table.

"You look very tired, Owen." The elf-like girl placed the magazine on the table and pulled out many cards with weird colors and unique shapes from the pages.

"This is--"

"Professor Trelawney gave me tarot cards. I met her in front of Ravenclaw's tower. She was in a hurry to go somewhere, but she was full of worries that made her entangled." She folded the tarot cards in her hand.

Then look at Owen.

In the clear eyes, there is an unimaginable brightness for ordinary people.

"The professor is going to ask Headmaster Dumbledore some questions. I guess it must be about you."

"Me?" Hearing the sound, Owen was taken aback?
Could it be to go to the principal to complain!

"She is worried about you. I can see that the professor is very confused." Luna's ethereal voice fell in Owen's ear, "Want to come and calculate? Professor Trelawney said that I have a talent for divination."

"Why not?" Owen grinned.

That crazy Professor Trelawney worried about him?
Did he really see the omen of death in his eyes covered with dark circles?
Haha - it's okay, anyway, she can see an average of dozens of death omens a day, no more than herself this time, and no less than herself this time.

Instead of focusing on her 'threats' to herself, it would be better to think about what the real prophecy would mean.

"Professor Trelawney said that some people think that uncertainty is the devil and should be cast out through divination, while others think that change is the devil himself. This is not quite true, because we are changing every moment and becoming new. people."

"Really? This is not something Professor Trelawney would say!"

"Hmm - I probably figured out what she meant!" She smiled sweetly, then shuffled the Tarot cards in her hand, and then randomly selected one.

"The Fool~"

"All people are fools, including you and me. Every step on the journey, for you, is like the first step into a brave new world. Ultimately, this journey will change you."

On the card is a young man in gorgeous clothes, holding a rose in his left hand and all his belongings in his right hand, with a face full of wit and dreams.

There was a cliff in front of him, and the dog next to him reminded him not to keep going forward, but to stop and think.

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good." Owen nodded noncommittally.

Then, she pulled out another one.

"Magician~"

"The magician represents self-confidence, using brains and pure will to adapt to any situation. A man of great talent and charisma, a leader."

The face of the card is Mercury, the messenger of the gods in Roman mythology, with a confident smile and piercing eyes.

"That's a lot like you, Owen."

"I don't want to be a leader, it's so tiring!"

Luna looked at him, and then said softly: "But this is only in your mind now, people follow you, and you will unknowingly become their leader."

"But this card is reversed, which means some kind of addictive tendencies and mental instability."

Then she pulled out another one.

"The next few cards are about your future, Owen."

"The Hanged Man~"

"The Hanged Man is a card of sacrifice, which means that in order to gain enlightenment, a price must be paid. The sacrifice of the Hanged Man opened the way to rebirth, but this road is full of pain sealed by time, and will eventually lead to death. "

The card depicts a warrior who is hung upside down with his hands tied behind his back, and a faint angel halo has appeared on his head.

last piece.

"Moon~"

"The Moon reminds us that reality is often not what it seems at first glance. In a world of illusions, it is often best to follow your instincts. The Moon also symbolizes dreams, desires and, of course, sleep. Death’s Ritual of the Night.”

"How is it?" Owen said in a lazy tone. "Am I dying?"

He obviously didn't quite believe this.

"No." Luna put the cards away again, "You will be reborn from Nirvana. You understand some things, but you will also lose some things."

"Really?" Owen curled his lips noncommittally, "You know mine. Rather than trusting those, I trust the magic wand in my hand."

"That's not a bad thing, is it?" She blinked, a soothing recognition filling her light silver eyes.The light smile on his face has a unique charm.

"Wizards who are obsessed with divination will eventually become slaves to prophecy. Only when they learn to resist, will the prophecy become prophecy instead of an established fact."

"."

Owen glanced at Luna, finding it hard to believe that a 12-year-old girl could say this.

But - she was right, no matter what happens next, she will face it fearlessly, just like the Haiyan, the storm will only become the backdrop for its bravery!
The storm continues.

The crisis also continues.

Even the little wizard is so unwilling.

Christmas is still here.

This year may be the most tangled year for little wizards.

Never in that year have they been so worried about Christmas.

At this time, in the castle, the customary splendor of Christmas decorations was done, though very few pupils remained.

Thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridor, and mysterious lights shone from each suit of armor. Twelve Christmas trees were placed in the auditorium as usual, with golden stars shining on them. .

The corridor was filled with the strong and tempting aroma of cooking, and Owen arrived at the auditorium early.

At Christmas, many little wizards have gone home.

Except those who had to stay in the castle due to uncontrollable factors.

Hogwarts was barely populated.

"I thought you were home."

On the long table, just as he sat down, a girl with a ruddy complexion and two golden braids sat beside him behind him.

"I suddenly don't want to leave, can't I?" She turned her head and said stubbornly.

"Why stay? It's not helping you!" He said mercilessly.

Hannah's personality is not like Hermione's.

She didn't have to think about Hermione either.

There are few witches like Hermione.

She lacks the ability to bear the pressure, and every time the exam is approaching, she will be very busy. Even those textbooks that she has already mastered by heart, she will recite them repeatedly, and she will even break down and cry, saying that she is an idiot.

But Hermione was different. That guy would just bite him hard, with a dangerous look in his eyes. He probably was thinking about how to knock him down for the first time at his age.

She was nervous, of course, but that nervousness was by no means Hannah's panic.

"It's up to you!" Hannah glared at him, then took the silver plate from Owen's hand, and used it for herself!

"Yo! You are all here!"

From that tone, Owen knew that it was that stupid boy Ron who had arrived.

"Guess what Harry's Christmas present is?" He sat up excitedly.

"A Firebolt!!!"

"That's worth a lot of money! Who would give him such a valuable thing?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, walked over together, and sat on Hufflepuff's vacant bench.

Too wasteful.

The little witch frowned, with a trace of disdain in her heart, how many precious magic manuscripts could be used to buy so much money, and she even bought a broom! ! !
What a waste!
"Is there any need to guess? Except for the famous Black family who has been rich for several generations, who has so much money!" Owen looked at Harry displeased, and said with some taste.

A Firebolt costs thousands of Galleons!
You must know that last summer vacation, the "Daily Prophet" award at Ron's house was only [-] Galleons.

Thousands of galleons are enough for ordinary people to live for several years, or even more than ten years.

Even though Irving can afford so many Galleons,
So distressed.

Wow!I also want to have a wealthy godfather.
Godmother is fine too!I'm not picky.

Thinking to himself, Owen suddenly thought of Wenda in a trance.

He had guessed before that his mother might be from the Rozier family.

I may be related to this ancient family.

Like the Black family, Sirius' uncle, Alphard Black, was expelled from the family for 'supporting a runaway nephew'.

Or Tonks' mother, Andromeda Black, who was famous in the Black family for marrying a Muggle-born wizard.

Owen guessed that her mother should also be because of this—no, she was more serious, because she was married to a Muggle, and Andromeda Black was at least married to a wizard, and her mother was married to a Muggle combine.

From this, she may have become known to the Rozier family.

He will be reduced to the bottom of the orphanage.

"The person who sent the letter did not leave a name!" Harry also came over.

He cheerfully glanced at everyone present with his shining eyes.

This guy is showing off!

Who but Sirius could afford such expensive things!

"So where's your broom?"

"George and Fred, take it for a test flight." Harry replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Harry has been flying all morning!" Ron continued, "I also tried flying, Merlin's beard, Owen, you should try it, more than 200 miles per hour, my God, it Faster than lightning!"

"Hehehe, Lightning said: Lord, 30 kilometers per second, the snail over there with more than 200 miles can also be compared with me!"

"Metaphor, do you understand the metaphor!" Ron yelled a few times, and then he still couldn't hide the excitement on his face, "Even those dementors can't catch up with us!!!"

"???"

"Dementor?" Owen turned his head and gave him a surprised look.

"Yeah! The Firebolt flew out of the school all at once, and the surrounding dementors seemed to be flies smelling blood, and they immediately surrounded us and chased us!" Ron seemed completely unaware of the magnitude of his remarks. people.

He seemed to take it as an honor to walk the dementors.

"Now it's George's turn to fly."

"Ahem—dare I ask, how long has he been flying?" Owen asked cautiously.

"It's been more than half an hour! We ran out of the castle at six o'clock in the morning and took turns to test the flight. When George flew, it was already past twelve o'clock. Now it's one o'clock, and the flight took almost half an hour."

"???"

"Didn't you notice something strange?" The corner of Owen's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Ron's foolish face, he silently prayed for George for half a minute.

"Strange?" Ron touched his chin!
"Hmmm - he's been flying too long, it's time for Lun to be next"

"Does he want to fly for so long? He dare not stop!!!" Owen roared.

Nima—are these little wizards crazy?

Hmmmm - no, are these Gryffindors crazy?

I remembered that there were a lot of dementors chasing after me.

If George dared to stop, he would be drained in an instant!

"It's okay!" Ron waved his hand carelessly, then pointed at him and Harry.

"We have left many people in the open space. If he wants to land, the people below will cast a spell first. After the light curtain of the Patronus Charm gradually rises, the man in the sky will penetrate the light curtain and land. It is very safe, Harry and That’s how I play!”

"???"

"My Falk? Why don't you listen to what you're talking about?" Owen looked at the group of Gryffindors who didn't know the sky and the earth with a blank expression.

Not only Hannah beside him, but Justin, who just walked in from the auditorium, also showed a shocked expression.

"I've seen a lot of people walking cats and dogs, but it's really the first time I've seen people walking dementors! It's Gryffindor! Awesome!"

"It's Harry, his idea, you don't know, he has successfully summoned the physical Patronus now! It can dispel dozens of dementors at a time, very powerful!"

Ron roared excitedly.

It was as if he was the one who could summon the physical body to protect him.

He raised his face, and the candlelight in the auditorium shone on his face.

Like glowing.

"It's amazing!" He whispered softly, without adding any other emotions in his calm.

Just simply looking at that stupid Weasley.

"Let's go to the clearing together!" Harry said suddenly.

"Try it! Owen, that's a Firebolt. I guarantee you will fall in love with it once you ride it."

As he said that, he and Ron, one left and one right, pinched Owen who was picking pumpkin juice out.

A certain Hufflepuff hadn't put down the silver spoon yet.

The soup from the spoon dripped onto his shirt.

He wasn't bothered either.

He just curled his fingers and threw the spoon again, and by chance, it just landed in the bowl.

The rest, Hannah, they all followed out with anticipation and excitement.

Walk the dementors!
They have never seen it!
A group of people bounced and ran all over the mountains and plains.

Stepping through the thick snow, even the air is full of 'laughter'.

"Oh~~~"

In the distance, many people gathered there.

Owen saw George, Fred, and Percy.
There are also several members of the Gryffindor team, Wooden Captain Wood, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell.

And a couple of Hufflepuff Seekers.

Oh!
Cedric was there too.

Qiu Zhang was standing beside him.

And then there's Luna!
A group of people looked up at the dark cloud in the distance.

Fascinated!

Owen also looked sideways, and saw a cloud of black mist about a hundred feet above the sky, chasing a black spot.

She is very fast.

The black spots can almost play with the black mist.

"Wow!!!"

Owen finally saw the identity of the man above Gao Tian.

Yes.
Ginny?

I lost~~~
(End of this chapter)