I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 180 We are on a glorious road
The leader was a boy who looked quite thin.

There are several invisible scars on his tired face.

That should be the trace left by black magic. If it is ordinary physical damage, magic will heal him.

In addition, the gray and white hair, which is dry and lacks luster, is also quite eye-catching.

Most importantly, one of his legs!

He was lame in one leg.

It seems that there is some kind of lesion in the left leg, and it is necessary to rely on crutches to stand.

At this time, an embarrassed smile appeared on the boy's pale face.

He took out a yellowed book from his jacket pocket, and after flipping through a few pages, his eyes lit up, and he looked up again: "Hello, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"I'm sorry, I'm busy. These things should have been handled by my tutor." There was a hint of guilt on the boy's shy face.

He actually forgot the name of the target person on this trip.

On the other side, Lucius looked the strange boy up and down.

Weak, shy, introverted, wearing ordinary clothes.There is nothing valuable in the whole body.

"Hi~" He stretched out his hand.

There was a kind expression on his face.

The centuries-old elegance of the Malfoy family was vividly demonstrated in him.This was not something Draco could have as a teenager.

He couldn't afford the Malfoy name yet.

"Your mentor is Ms. Wenda Rozier?" Lucius asked tentatively.

He pulled out a chair for the boy and invited him to sit down.

He knew that the woman was working as a professor of alchemy at Hogwarts.

This fits well, the mentorship position.

"Yes, she is my mentor and my guide." The boy turned his hand slightly, and the metal crutch automatically contracted, as if it had some kind of activity, or was used as an arm guard and stayed on his side. hand.

"It's our guide!" An unhappy voice came from behind the boy, and then a girl with bright blond hair and light green eyes stepped forward, she stretched out her hand, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, saying: "Saint , Garona Nome. The one with the missing leg over there is called Victor, Victor Nome."

The boy nodded.

"Kent, Kent Norm," said a short boy.

"Winston, Winston Norme," said a round boy.

Finally, an older woman stepped out of the torn space.

"Roy, Roy Silver."

She seemed to be the oldest of the group of children.

He has flaming red hair like a waterfall, his eyes sparkle like the stars, and the azure blue reflects the stars.

Her oval eyes were held up by her straight nose, and her gentle gaze fell on the children through the lenses.

"Hello, everyone!" Lucius' eyes flicked across the faces of these strange 'saints' one by one without leaving a trace.

Ripples appeared in my heart from time to time.

Norm?

He smiled and shook hands with the guests one by one.

But deep down in my heart, I was thinking about the surname Noam.

Most of these people seem to be from this family.

But he had never heard of a pure-blood family named Nome in Europe.

And
He also noticed that almost all the saints who appeared in front of him had deformities, some were legs, some were arms, and some were eyes.

They all have various disabilities.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the legendary organization that swept across Europe, the Saints.

Could it be that the saints have declined to the point where they can only attract groups of weak, sick and disabled people?
Lucius, who seemed kind on the surface, had begun to tilt the balance in his heart.

"You don't have to doubt our strength." As the leading witch, Roy had a motherly smile on his face.

"Don't be surprised, I'm not a natural Legilimency, it's just the sadness written on your face. I'm just observant," she said

“The Saints are the best.”

Lucius heard this, but didn't question it.

Instead, they clapped their hands, and then, several house elves popped up, holding various kinds of food in their hands.

Steaming hot, the table in the living room was filled in no time.

"Please take a seat!" he said, always maintaining the courtesy of an old London gentleman.

"Ahem—I don't think it's necessary." Roy looked sideways at the food on the long black table.

Sophisticated and expensive.

This is what she felt first.

And many of them are delicacies from other countries. There is absolutely no such exquisite table food in the UK.

"Wow! You're not hungry, but we're still hungry, eldest sister." Garona, who was sitting on the side with Victor, mumbled complainingly.

She was obviously not as ladylike as Roy. Sitting on the chair, she picked up the plate in front of her and began to chop the vegetables.

eat!
Big deal!

I really don't understand how they can say that they are not hungry at all with a smile on their faces when they are obviously hungry!

Why embarrass yourself!

Garona's actions represent the wishes of most of the saints.

It was getting late, and most of them were busy with their own things when they set off, and there was no time to eat dinner or anything else.

Seeing this, Roy smiled, and soon as she sighed softly, everyone sat around the dining table.

After a few pleasantries.

A simple dinner began.

Time passed, and the shadow of the candle danced.

After about a few minutes.

Lucius finally couldn't help but asked: "Just now, what was that magic that could tear apart space?"

Originally, he thought it might be a different type of apparition spell.

But the ancestral home of the Malfoy family is protected by various spells, and the anti-Apparition spell is naturally the first among them.

No wizard in hundreds of years had been able to use the Disapparation Spell to force his way in, not even that one - He Who Must Not Be Named had ever had such power.

"That's not a curse!" The boy with sprained legs opened his mouth.

He took out a stone door engraved with the symbol of the Three Holy Artifacts from his pocket, and then threw it casually, and the stone door drew a graceful arc in the air.

It grew slowly, and when it finally landed in the living room, it was a monster of seven or eight feet.

"My technology is not mature yet." Victor said modestly.

"It's already very powerful!" Garona said directly.

"No! Compared with its prototype, that legendary magic prop placed in the Far East, in the Ming Dynasty, in the Magic Academy, named: 'Shangri-La'. It's just the most superficial imitation."

"That is?" Lucius asked in confusion.

His words have two meanings. One is to ask what the Shimen in front of him does.

Another was asking what that thing called Shangri-La was.

"An alchemical magic creation. As long as you arrive at a certain place in advance and bury the coordinates, my invention will allow you to reach the target location easily, regardless of whether there is any interference from magic spells." Victor's voice was quite weak, as if It seems like he will die at any time.

But the eyes are bright and shining.

It's like a beacon that illuminates the darkness.

"Of course, compared with the real legendary magic item, Shangri-La, its function is a bit insignificant, no matter the distance or coordinates, Shangri-La doesn't need it.

The ancient Ming wizards divided the world into nine parts. Using a rule like the input of Muggle latitude and longitude, they can directly activate Shangri-La and use it to travel to any place in the world. "

"This -" To be honest, even Lucius had never heard of such magical magic props in this world. Then he said with some surprise: "It seems that this world is far bigger than we imagined. It’s much bigger.”

"The height of your horizons will continue to increase as your horizons continue to expand." At this time, Roy intervened appropriately.

"Joining the Saints will be your most correct choice, Mr. Lucius." Her eyes, full of years, revealed unimaginable tenderness.

"I'm glad." Lucius replied noncommittally.

But obviously, everyone present could see that his answer was somewhat reluctant.

"It seems that you still have some doubts about us, and you're right, these children are too young." Roy said as if talking to himself.

"Do you have free time tonight?" She suddenly changed her voice and talked about something else.

"Well—" Lucius frowned slightly, he had important news waiting tonight.

And Roy seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, "Are you waiting for the candidate of the new Minister of Magic?"

"Yes."

"It's actually easy to deduce." Roy smiled. She held up the wine glass in front of her, looked at the scarlet liquid inside, and suddenly changed the subject and said: "The quality of this red wine is really good, but the Malfoy family There should be no brewing business!”

"Of course." Lucius nodded, "This is a magic brewery from Italy. There is no such good wine in the UK."

"Then why did you choose that magic brewery in Italy?" she pressed.

"Isn't this simple?" Lucius said lightly: "Their family has been brewing wine for hundreds of years. They have experience in how to brew top-notch wine that ordinary people can't pry into. I..."

Suddenly his voice paused, and then he opened his mouth with frown.

Then he looked at Roy with surprise.

"You mean, that Barty Crutch guy is coming back?"

"Haha - man! When facing the same dilemma, you always look for past experiences, don't you?" Roy raised his wine glass and gestured towards Lucius, then put his red lips slightly over it and took a sip.

"It's quite exciting, it smells like magic!"

clever!This was Lucius's first reaction.

He had never seen anyone so smart.

Maybe Dumbledore was as smart as that, but he never showed it to himself.

Lucius looked at Roy in shock, and she revealed the answer he had been waiting for for several days in one sentence.

Sure enough - compared to the almost dull heads of the Death Eaters, the saints completely crushed them in terms of intelligence.

After belittling the Death Eaters every day, Lucius gave Roy a meaningful look.

The balance in his heart began to waver again.

Just because of her few words!

"It's just that the authorities are confused by the bystanders. If you can calm down, Mr. Lucius, you will be able to see the answer to this simple mystery." Roy continued with a smile.

"That's right!" Lucius accepted the compliment with embarrassment.

But the bottom of my heart is much better.

Look, people, they will save face for him, and look at the Death Eaters, they will only speak sarcasm when they encounter problems!

Roy's words like a spring breeze made his favorability for the saints increase again.

"So, is Mr. Lucius free now?" The red wine shook with an intoxicating soft light.

Her red lips were stained with a hint of wine, bright and full of charm.

"Of course." Lucius readily agreed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. As an upper-class person, he has attended so many balls, so of course he knows how to deal with such things.

"Victor~"

"Wait a minute!" Garona's reluctant tone came from the table, she was holding a plate and gulping down food. "I'm only [-]% full!"

"Image, Galona! Act like!"

"Yes yes yes~"

Even the voice of Roy's reprimand was so gentle, as if it wasn't a reprimand at all, but a gentle whisper.

Although her voice was not angry at all, Galona was still very obedient and reluctantly put down the dishes in her hands, then put her hands on the table and stood up all of a sudden, "Okay, we should go Victor, open the door!"

"Already prepared."

Victor responded, and then his left hand shimmered.

A moment later, the bracer became a crutch again.

He staggered to his feet.He leaned on the crutches and supported the table with his right hand.

Then he lifted his rotten body bit by bit.

Lucius was terrified that he would fall and fall to the ground.

He wanted to reach out and help.

However, his excellent ability of observing words and expressions made him notice that none of the companions around him reached out to help him.

The boy, looking at the child who was only a little older than his son, had the purest pride on his face.

So confident, so high-spirited, his broken body cannot imprison his free soul!
The light on his body seemed to be overflowing.

Lucius felt a little touched in his heart for a moment.

People are like this, they always leave feelings in some inexplicable places.

"Please get out of the way~" Victor slowly stretched out the right hand of the wand, and then the tip of the wand flickered, and the dots of light intersected with each other, and finally evolved into magical words one by one.

The ancient runes can also be called magic patterns.

The words turned into tangled threads and headed towards the stone door.

Then the seemingly weak silk thread pushed the stone away bit by bit.

First a trace.

Then as more and more magic patterns gathered, they became brighter and brighter.

It's like a symphony reaching its climax.

With the exciting voice, I thought about it from nothingness.

The silent rhythm and fantastic light affect everyone's mind.

The door was opened.

It seems that there is a door gathered by the light, making people unable to see clearly what kind of scenery is outside the door.

"This..." Lucius looked at the magic happening in front of him in shock.

What kind of magic props can trigger such a miracle?

"We are on a brilliant path!"

Roy's voice sounded immediately, and her sideways blue eyes fell on Lucius. The inexplicable divine light seemed to touch people's souls.

"Our lives are made by choice."

"Trust me, in the Saints, you will be exalted."

She walked into the light curtain first.

Next came Victor who was limping.

After that, Garona also stepped into it with her head held high.

Lucius's expression was strongly touched.

He had experienced such strong faith in members from two other Saints.

That kid named Owen.

The other was that Ms. Wenda Rozier.

Saints!It seems different from ordinary people.

Even more different than the Death Eaters.

Just like people who are determined that they will succeed and that they are on the road to glory, they are filled with strong self-confidence.

It seems that success is inevitable, and the current pace is just a complementary process.

But it is this kind of sunny mood that is most likely to infect others.

For Lucius himself, he seemed to feel the calling.

With inexplicable emotions in his heart, he stepped into the light curtain.

Then the stars moved.

Upside down.

The surrounding environment changed suddenly, from a manor to a woodland!

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, which made Lucius shiver involuntarily.

The head calms down a bit.

In the distance, the castle that stood on the top of the mountain as if it had existed for thousands of years appeared in his eyes.

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts." Roy's voice sounded, "The soulless people who came from the sea fog tonight will be buried here."

"So, you—what are we going to do?"

"We?" Roy smiled slightly, "No need to do anything."

"At least for now!"

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Owen and a group of centaurs were walking in the dark forest.

They are holding torches!

But that faint light can only illuminate a gap in the darkness.

It's as if the darkness in the forest is a physical glue.You have to use a sword to cut it open.

Footsteps step on the soft snow, making a 'checkered' sound.

stretches all the way.

"The forest is getting more and more uneasy." Firenze sighed and said, "Ever since you eliminated a large number of dark creatures, the forest has become weird."

"???"

Owen glanced sideways.

Staring at Firenze's handsome face.

"According to your opinion, if we eliminate the Acromantula, are we doing it wrong?"

"The forest needs balance!" at this moment the second centaur interjected.

He has a reddish-brown body with a muscular upper body.

His tone was also milder than that of the other horsemen who were cursing around him. "The beasts broke the balance. We are trying to maintain the balance."

"After you killed them completely back then, the balance of the forest was broken. She actually lost a layer of protection."

"6" Owen was noncommittal. Although what this centaur said made sense, if you think about it carefully, you would find that it was pure nonsense.

Will acromantula protect the forest?
I'm afraid it won't provide a breeding ground for those aliens!

"My name is Ronan. The one who shot you was Bane, hope we didn't scare you! Are you the pony in the castle?"

"Did you learn all your spells at Hogwarts, in school?" His tone was low, and it was obvious that this sentence had another meaning.

He was mocking Hogwarts for giving the Killing Curse to a child.

"School?"

"I can learn, but not much. You know, for a genius like me, there is only a little that can be taught in school, but part of it has to be taught by Principal Dumbledore himself." Owen said modestly, deliberately ignoring The words used by the other party, to the horse people, a child is probably a pony.

"Really?" Ronan's voice had a unique melancholy, but he didn't look like a pity horse. "Being taught by the greatest wizard shows that you are indeed outstanding."

"It's okay! It's so-so!" Owen waved his hand and continued to speak modestly.

"Oh! By the way, you said before that Dumbledore was looking for you, did he say anything?"

"Him?" Ronan had a smile on his face, as if he was waiting for Owen to ask, and he had prepared the answer early, "He told us that if a child named Owen Sanchez slipped into the Forbidden Forest Notify him immediately."

"What do you say, that child will bring unpredictable disasters to the Forbidden Forest."

"???" Owen's expression froze, and then, as if he had been greatly wronged, he roared in grief and indignation: "Du~~~Dangtang principal, how can you insult people's innocence out of thin air!"

"I, Owen Sanchez, am honest, trustworthy, respectful, charitable, and approachable. I can be called the best little wizard in Hogwarts for 500 years. love me!"

"Oh my God!" Owen suddenly exclaimed to himself!
"How can I be so good!"

"."

The surroundings were silent.

Ronan felt that he had finally seen through the vain, arrogant and ignorant little pony in front of him.

"Haha~"

But Firenze was different. He suddenly couldn't help laughing, and then looked at Owen with a deep look. He thought this little pony from Hogwarts was very interesting.

Human wizards are really interesting.

But the smile only lasted for a moment.

Soon the sadness on his face was like the darkness that could not be dissolved around him, filling it up again.

"I think we should seek help from Hogwarts, or Dumbledore himself!" He said, talking about something that centaurs often talk about these days.

And Ronan, like many times before, bluntly vetoed: "Human beings are not worthy of being appointed. Although there are still a small number of them who are natural-minded, most of them are ignorant and rude!"

"Yeah! I think so too!" Upon hearing this, Owen immediately echoed.

"But! The current situation is no longer something that the centaurs can face alone. How many compatriots we have to lose in a day." Firenze's figure seemed lonely, and the centaurs gathered around him, protecting Owen in the middle, and only Firenze is the most special, he and Irving stay in the circle together.

"But the one who attacked us was a wizard!" Ronan was still sullen, unwilling to accept Firenze's proposal.

"How can you tell which one of them is a good person and which one is a bad person?"

"Yes! That's it, human beings are all bad guys!" Owen continued to echo.

"That's why I chose Dumbledore instead of the Ministry of Magic." Firenze, who had a stable personality, was a little angry. He didn't understand that his tribe had reached the point of life and death.Why do they still not feel the crisis?

It was clear that the danger before him was beyond the endurance of the centaurs.

Dumbledore had given them kindness before, so why couldn't he accept it?

Does just helping Hogwarts monitor the Forbidden Forest count as becoming a wizard's slave?

Apparently the centaur himself is also monitoring the forest?
(End of this chapter)