I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 194 I'm sorry I didn't watch you grow up.

Owen lay face up.

Listen to the noise in your ears.

He is all alone.

There was no one around but him.

But there was a woman's voice next to her ear, constantly surrounding her, sometimes pleading, sometimes violently resisting.

In the end, those fidgety voices all turned into a song.

Like a nursery rhyme: "The sixth witch song I sing to you:
If you encounter danger while sailing on the sea,
The storm was more terrifying than that time,

You are calm in the face of the storm.

I thought silently in my heart that your ship would not be in the way,

You must be able to survive the difficulties and travel safely.

The seventh witch song I sang for you:

If caught in the wild by bad weather,
People encounter heavy snow again on the high mountain.

Waves of bone-piercing wind blew violently,

I hope you don't freeze your body to death.

You must wrap your limbs tightly with your clothes,

Lest the hands and feet get gangrene from the cold"

Suddenly a strange and familiar feeling penetrated Owen's brain.

He seemed to vaguely remember that this was the song her mother often sang to him.

"Mother?"

A word that is far, far away for him.

It seems that except for a voice, there has never been a substantial figure in the memory.

At this moment, his mind was extremely relaxed, so silent and in a daze amidst the suffering.

It wasn't until a long time later, maybe no time at all, that he realized that he seemed to be stuck somewhere.

Wilderness fields, alpine grasslands.

The beautiful scenery of Jinshan Mountain in Rizhao is breathtaking.

Even the wind carries a warm smell.

Owen slowly climbed out of a bush, his body covered with green juice left by the plant, and his face and hands were covered with dirt.

He looked around curiously.

Here is a forest, he seems to be at the foot of the Alps.

The mountaintops in the distance are obviously covered with snow, and the only mountain he can name in Europe at this height is the Alps.

"Yeah, why did I shrink?"

Just now I just paid attention to the surrounding scenery.

It wasn't until Owen looked back that he noticed how tall the bushes in front of him were!It can touch his upper body.

Then soon, he realized that it was not that the bushes had grown taller, but that he had grown shorter, from a 14-year-old boy to a four or five-year-old child.

"What a pity." A voice came from behind him.

"I didn't get to see you grow up."

Owen turned his head.

He saw a pair of emerald green eyes.

Not Harry's eyes, they were brighter than his, like they glowed.

The woman looked at his face hungrily, as if she could never get enough of it.

"I don't know." Owen was suddenly at a loss for words.

This is unprecedented.

A talkative guy like him can talk eloquently even in front of Voldemort, but today when he saw a beautiful woman, he couldn't speak.

Yes, that is a beautiful woman.

Very young, not even 25 years old.

She has silver hair that looks like unicorn hair with a little bit of fluorescence.

Draped behind him like a waterfall.

She was tall, Owen thought she was at least 5.7 feet tall.

Of course, what he cared more about was that face—it was so similar.

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Professor Wenda?" Owen asked cautiously, he didn't realize how gentle his voice was at this time.The hostility and mocking tone of the bone marrow completely disappeared.

"My mother."

"Your grandma."

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"I was just skeptical before, but I guessed it the moment I saw you." Owen said.

Her mother had already walked forward quickly and hugged him into her arms.

A strong warmth came from the plain, from the forest, and from the high mountains.Gentle enough to make you cry.

"I have a lot of questions." Owen's face brushed against his mother's silver hair.

His eyes were filled with love, which made him unable to open his eyes.

"Yes, you have many questions." The woman whispered, and immediately hugged Owen even tighter.

"But before that, I hope you can promise me one thing." She said earnestly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I promise you."

"." The woman was taken aback, then gently stroked Owen's black hair.

"Some things can only be seen clearly after the fact. I hope that after I know the truth of the matter, I don't blame her."

"Her?" Owen looked up at her and said, "Grandma?"

"Well, she helped me a lot, but I didn't know it at the time. She was a bit rebellious—maybe even she didn't realize that what she did was actually helping me." The woman smiled, as if she was talking to that Farewell to the young self.

Then he continued: "Someone will explain the next questions to you."

"?"

Owen was taken aback, "Is there anyone else here?"

Hearing the sound, the woman smiled without saying a word, and held his hand.

Then suddenly there was a lot of fog around,

The surrounding fog, like the clouds in the sky, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After regaining consciousness this time, Owen found that he seemed to be on a ferry.

The sound of a siren reached my ears.

You can even smell the wet and salty smell of the sea on the tip of your nose.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Suddenly a voice came.

"Very few people have such a rich spiritual world."

Owen turned around suddenly and saw a stranger suddenly appearing on the ferry.

No—a strange centaur.

It was a centaur wearing ancient Greek armor, with rough brown hair, green eyes, a crown of victory made of olive leaves, and a white robe.

"Usually most people's spiritual world is turbid."

"Nice to meet you, boy."

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Although it's a bit out of date, Owen still wants to ask, "Dude, what are you doing?
Why did you show up with a background?

"What should I call you?" The centaur said flatly, with surprise in his eyes.

"Owen Sanchez." Owen responded with a frown.

It was strange that although the centaur appeared suddenly, he didn't have much hostility towards the intruder.

He seems to contain a convincing temperament and strength, and he can win people's trust very easily.

The second thing is - his name is purely made up by himself.

That's right, the name Owen Sanchez was given to himself by himself.

Owen is a very traditional name. There are eight if not ten people with this name in the orphanage.As for Sanchez—it was said that after Grindelwald picked him up, Owen stayed with an old man with a white beard all day, so he became playful and kept calling him grandpa.

Then, the surname Sanchez came out naturally.

After calling it that way for a few years, he got used to it.

but now.
It's not that my mother is by my side!What is his name? Ask him what he is doing.

"Owen!" he said, "Yes, Owen. 'Young Warrior' is a good name." The centaur said with a smile.

"But this is definitely not your original name." The centaur smiled and looked at the woman beside Owen.

"Well -- McCowan and I named the kid. It's called Owen -- Owen Undine, he could be my last name, Owen Undine Rozier, or his father, Owen Undine Wendy Hunter."

"McCowan Hunter?" Owen looked up at the woman, which was another unfamiliar name to him.

"That's a brave man. Although he is not a wizard, he is very brave. He is the only ordinary person I know who has defeated magic."

Although his mother's tone was tactful and gentle, Owen could still hear the bitter past.

in the nature of the rozier family
Although he couldn't guarantee whether Wenda's grandma had the pure-blood thinking like that of the Black family, he obviously wouldn't be happy about choosing a Muggle for his child, and would even obstruct it.

What does the so-called victory over magic mean?
This shows that his father has been attacked by magic.

And—he couldn't believe Wenda Rozier until now, she would have a child?
Just as Owen was laughing in his heart.

In an instant, the ferry under their feet suddenly disappeared, and then a splendid castle rose from the ground, which looked like Hogwarts.

"This..." Owen looked at this scene in amazement, with an expression of shock that he had never seen before.

Why did you change the background again?
Don't be so scary, okay?

Twinkling.

"This is the spiritual realm of the horse people." The horse people explained softly, "It is connected with your spiritual world, and everything here will change according to what you think in your heart."

"Spiritual realm?"

Owen repeated this noun several times.

Another term he had never heard of before.

But this made him understand why the scene here suddenly changed.

He - was shipwrecked.

Then we came to the world of Harry Potter.

So the scene just now was a ferry, and when the centaur asked his name, he answered his current name instead of his name at that time, which means that he has accepted his current identity, so the scene again Suddenly transformed into the most emblematic of the Harry Potter world - Hogwarts Castle.

"Spiritual realm——" Owen looked at all this, and then sighed, "Am I dead?"

The spiritual realm, in Harry Potter, is the closest term to it - the blurred illusion.

That's where Harry and Dumbledore had their last conversation.

It is also the place where Voldemort's final soul is trapped.

It seems no different than death.

"That's a problem." The smile on the centaur's face became more obvious. "In general, I don't think so. If you really die, we won't meet."

"Who are you?" Owen asked.

"Me?" The centaur was taken aback for a moment, then replied with a smile, "You can call me Chiron."

"???"

"Teacher Chiron?" Owen was stunned and shouted.

"Huh? Although I have indeed taught many people, but--well, forget it, I like this name." Chiron didn't get entangled in what Owen called him.

Chiron!
That is the god born of Cronus, the father of the main god Zeus, and the goddess Philea in Greek mythology.

He was the leading sage of the Centaurs in Greek mythology and the mentor of many great heroes such as Hercules and Achilles.

The sudden appearance of such a real person in front of Owen made him unable to adapt.

There will be no gods on this broken planet!Owen laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Um - I forgot to tell you." Chiron suddenly looked at Owen with some evil intentions, "This world is part of your spiritual world, so he will show your heart without reservation. If you are talking about something in your heart, , the world will be read like a narration."

Knock - what a torturous hell.

Owen quickly gathered his mind, and began to enter the state of mind wandering in the history of magic class.

"Haha - you are really interesting, you are the chosen child."

"What selection?" Owen asked immediately after regaining consciousness.

"Well - you have a lot of questions, but we have a lot of time, I will answer you one by one."

"First of all, I am not a god. The ancient Muggles saw wizards and thought they were gods and created a mythical system. But I am just an innocent centaur who was inserted into this story by them." He said, then blinked. Said: "But Zeus does exist."

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"The next step is the question of selection." As he said that, his expression suddenly solidified, and happiness and pleasure seemed to be from another time and space.

"I am sorry that, due to some unavoidable events, we did not defeat our enemy and left him to you."

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"Of course not a god." Chiron saw the concern on Owen's face, and then explained calmly, "But it's scarier than the so-called gods of Muggles."

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Owen, who was almost speechless, opened his mouth that could not be wiped off, "Evil God? Outer God? The Old One? Or Cthulhu? Teacher, why don't you change someone else, I can't deal with these crises with my inexperience."

"Why don't I recommend someone, ah! Harry Potter! The contemporary savior, the man who is destined to defeat Voldemort, is very powerful, why don't you talk to him?" Owen asked tentatively. The reply was Chiron's honey smile.

In just a split second, Owen knew that there was nothing to do, that he was being approached by someone!
"But, why me? I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary wizard, an ordinary talent, and an ordinary mind."

"You? Ordinary?" Chiron smiled, "You are not ordinary at all."

"The greatest magic in the world, fused with your skin. For thousands of years, there has been no such wizard."

"What magic? Become one with me?" Owen looked confused.

Touching his pink and tender face, he looked up at his mother beside him, looking like a curious baby.

"Love, Owen, it's love." Chiron looked at the woman beside Owen with indescribable admiration.

"Your mother used her life to trigger this miracle. She is the reason why you were born."

"The magic of love?" Owen looked at Chiron in surprise, then turned his eyes to the beautiful woman next to him.

Chiron was right.

In the history of magic, there is only one recorded love magic, and that is Harry Potter.

Love's protective spell deflected Voldemort's killing spell.

Before, there were scattered records throughout history of several times when magic that wizards called miracles appeared on certain people, but none of them were as clear as Harry's.

Of course, this is just history of magic.

In addition, Owen also knew that the daughter of the founder of Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States once triggered a magic of love.

The price was that the infant child became a Muggle.

Yes, love has a price.

The price of saving a life is to sacrifice a life.

The cost of dispelling a spell is the loss of the spell. (If you are interested, you can find the story of the founder of Ilvermorny. Simply put, the girl’s mother was cursed, and the baby girl triggered the magic of love, which lifted the curse on her mother.)
At this moment, Owen held his mother's hand even tighter.

That kind of pure love only exists in this magical world.

The Muggle world is too complicated.

Whether it was his previous life or this life, Owen was extremely fortunate that he was a wizard.

"Your birth is very valuable." Chiron and the mother and son strolled through Hogwarts Castle in the afternoon.

In Owen's memory, Hogwarts is always sunny.

sunny.

A group of playful little wizards ran frantically through the corridor.

If you look carefully, you will find that those children have their own faces.

Some look like Luna, some look like Hermione.

And Harry, Ron, Justin, George, Fred, and even Percy.

Cedric, Susan, etc.

Almost everyone he knew appeared in this Hogwarts that alluded to his spiritual world.

The sky is full of happy chirping birds, and the whole castle is immersed in happiness as usual.

Chiron's face was also filled with pleasure.

As the most famous sage in Greek mythology.He enjoys teaching and educating people.

Being in a school, he was naturally in the happiest mood.

"A school that imparts knowledge." Chiron said cheerfully, his voice was like singing, "This is simply the happiest place."

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Seeing the expression of the centaur ancestor, it was really difficult for Owen to open his mouth to tell him how closed and superstitious the centaur tribe is today.

"I will leave a message for them." Chiron said lightly, his tone a little more disappointed than before, "The centaurs should not be closed off anymore."

"Tell me about you!"

"Your mother is not a complete human being. Someone stupidly went deep into the taboo human alchemy and created an artificial life by using some of her own characteristics, soul and various magical blood."

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"Artificial life?"

It was another blockbuster, and Owen's brain was buzzing when he heard it.

Got it!
He challenged the limits of his knowledge again.

What the hell is human alchemy!
Although there are indeed all kinds of magic to create physical bodies in this world, but to create life.
“The stars tell me that your mother, Gabrielle Ventini.

She has a veela-like face.

Possessing Zuowu's magical ability to break open space.

With the wonderful self-healing pedigree of unicorns.

With the rebirth from the ashes of the Phoenix.

It has the magic power of a giant dragon.

have
In addition to being short-lived and unable to produce offspring, such a living being is simply like a god in the mouth of Muggles.

A noble goddess. "

"In the era of 'Gods', countless wizards have studied this so-called ultimate life, even immortality, but most of them have failed."

“But there was one person.

One person made it.

And he, boy, will be your fatal enemy. "

　The setting collection is the most difficult to write, because it involves the main plot, so I have to change it again and again, and delete it again and again.I have to think again, think again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)