I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 197 is not just someone else’s mother.

The magic power left by Mr. Chiron gradually gathered on Owen.

After he explained the legacy of the gods clearly.

A complex engraving appeared on Owen's wrist.

Twelve pillars are engraved on the clockwork compass, converging from the edge of the circle to the center, and finally converging at one point, twisted into three superimposed rings, and countless branches directly below the rings are arranged in the shape of tree roots.

It is like the imprint of an ancient tree rooted here.

"The magic pattern created by the ancient wizards in the Balkan Peninsula, if you have come into contact with the runes, you will understand its usefulness. The two are probably similar." Teacher Chiron slowly explained.

"It can help you open the ancient tower. It is a key and a map."

"I noticed that someone has destroyed the two towers. It seems that there are still visionary sages in this world."

Chiron-sensei continued.

But his tone became softer and softer, becoming more and more vague.

"Finally, do you have any questions?"

He pointed to his gradually transparent body, and said with a final tenderness.

"I have a professor whose soul was swallowed by a dead birther. How can I save him?" Owen asked hastily.

"The Deadborn? Oh! Is that the name you gave the monster he created? Born from death, indeed, those monsters were indeed born from death." Chiron's voice became distant, like It's like he's going to disappear soon.

"Don't worry, the power of the outer gods is not enough to really affect this world. The souls devoured by the dead are like storing the souls in a moving box. Only by finding an altar can they give the souls they have absorbed to them. Master. As long as you break the box before that, the soul will naturally return to his body."

"How to break the box? They are all immortal. I can't kill them directly." His voice was urgent.

After all, Professor Lu Ping is still lying in the school infirmary!

If there is no way to save him.

Then there is no point in going back to the past.

"Immortality is just their appearance. Nothing is immortal, whether it is a wizard or a 'god', the pursuit of 'immortality' must be a tragedy."

"The dead have reached the end of their lives, but their end is not death."

Teacher Chiron's body was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly.

Only the sound came faintly.

He used a song-like tune.Singing the history of the dead and born.

"Oh—oh—oh—the coffin walks with us."

"The destination is too far away, the journey seems endless—

We search for fragments overflowing with heroic souls, for the ultimate fate of death. "

"Ah! Soul~~~ It's like a beautiful song, with a wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon.

Go ahead, listen to their music through your soul, when you find their rhythm, the soul in the cocoon will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.Back to nature. "

When the singing finally or raving dissipates into the air.

In an instant, countless stars appeared around.

Together with the mist, they form a spectacular galaxy.

Then it drifted away and sailed into the distance.

The glorious Hogwarts Castle also dissipated along with the star mist.

The spiritual realm is back above the fields.

Alpine grassland.

Rizhao Jinshan.

Wild, life-like beauty.

"Teacher Chiron!!!"

"What do you mean by that!" He yelled.

But the wilderness didn't answer.

"This is the end?"

He looked around blankly.

Only then did Owen react.

Whose spirit is this Amano alluding to?

The ship is him, the castle is him, but what about the wilderness?
What about the bitter and salty wind blowing from the wilderness?
Turning around, his eyes met, his mother's face.

She still looked at herself with a smile, as if she had done so 1 years ago.

Owen adjusts his mentality.

He had a premonition that he might see his mother for the last time.

The spiritual world of the horse man presents the love left by his mother attached to him in the form of a flashback spell.

This wilderness is alluding to her spiritual world.

And what about him?
It was impossible for him to find anything like the centaur spiritual realm again.

Unless the Resurrection Stone, he will never see his mother again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Gabriel's soft voice was like the best medicine in the world.

She spoke softly, like the gentle light shining on the newly sprouted leaves. In the warm afternoon, some kind of enviable and happy time is brewing.

"It's just that this time is too short. I really hope-"

Time has brewed wine, with a strong mellow aroma, pungent and bitter in the throat, and only after a long time, the mellow aroma flows into the tip of the tongue.

It's just - that fragrance is so short, so light.

It's unbearable and makes me want to take a second and third sip.I am afraid that I will never experience this happiness again.

"."

She swooped down, half kneeling, and embraced her child in her arms.

Hold tight.

"I'm sorry~" Owen raised his head, his eyes showed a gentleness that he had never seen before.

Although he never imagined his mother.

Even at the beginning of the time travel, I was a little thankful for the start of the orphanage, as if I breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is not a child, how to re-establish a family relationship with a stranger is not an easy task.

But when the wind of the wilderness really blows into his heart, Owen realizes that sometimes feelings are very simple things.

Just two words, the meaning of mother, she can give everything.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I'm sorry—you chose me."

"If I could go back in time, I really hope that you can have your own life, and that you can be yourself better and no longer just be someone else's mother."

The distant wilderness shines with the wind of freedom.

Her story was gently carried by the wind, leaving behind a thick shadow.

Blood flowed from the wound cut by the past and dripped on Owen's body.The pain is the mother's.

Gabriel stared at his child.

Owen's brief yet revealing words shocked her.

The wind of the times blew across her forehead.

Let the silver-haired man dance with hope.

For a moment, she looked at the child blankly.

A feeling that had never been experienced before, a feeling of relief, a kind of freedom, and a kind of unbridled emotion savagely grew in her heart.

— Owen looks at his mother.

As her child, he is not qualified to say anything.

However, Irving still wants to say, if - if time can answer the question.

What he hopes to see is a great wizard blowing the horn to change the world, whether she wants to pull Dumbledore off the altar or become a better Dumbledore.

What he hoped to see was a great wizard.

And not just, the footnote of life is just whose mother.

——The wind suddenly died down.

The wilderness and mountains suddenly turned into ink and were stirred by people. In the bright light and shadow, colorful colors intertwined with each other.

A peerless and magnificent image was unreservedly displayed in front of Owen's eyes.

The last and the last—Liu Guang sent a dirge.

It is kind and gentle.

"The eighth witching song I sang for you: The twilight is dark and the surroundings are dark and dark. You have to sleep in the wild forest and barren mountains. If you see a woman's dead body in the wild, don't desecrate it and try to bury it quickly. It is the duty of a wizard to let the dead sleep peacefully." .”

"The ninth witch song I sing for you: If you are in a verbal quarrel, and the strong man draws his sword to show off. You must be calm and not impulsive, and you must be measured in your words. Only you can save yourself. Own."

"Goodbye--my dear boy--Owen."

In the next second, the spiritual world collapsed instantly.

Thousands of rays of light flowed into Owen's body.

The kindest voices rose and fell in his ears.

In the intertwining of light and shadow, the oak bracelet that Luna gave him suddenly lit up on his wrist.

A group of silver rays of light gradually converged.

Slowly, a small creature jumped out of the silver mist.

That's a rabbit.

The little rabbit was bouncing around, looking back at Owen from time to time, as if to show him the way.

And he followed subconsciously.

It was like walking through a dark, wet cave.

If there is light ahead.

Then the light shone brightly.

Wait for him to come back to God again.

All light disappeared.Darkness returns.

"Wingardium leviosa!" (Wingardium leviosa)

The lid of the sarcophagus was suddenly lifted by magic.

Then a certain boy came back and straightened up in a daze, looking as if he had faked a corpse!

"Owen~~~"

Hagrid let out a cry.

He looked at Owen who came to life with joy.

Although the child looks a little strange now, he is alive after all, right?

"Something is coming." Owen raised his head in the dark, looking at the high wall in the distance.

He could feel that there seemed to be something that he hated extremely quickly rushing towards here.

high speed.

Thinking about it, his face darkened.

His expression was more serious than ever.

Then he stepped on the edge of the coffin with his feet and jumped down.

"Oops~~~"

"Who! Are you sick? You tore a hole in my robe."

A certain little blackhead leaped forward, stepped on the hole in his robe, and then fell straight upside down beside the sarcophagus.

The upturned legs trembled.

His chin hit the ground hard, a burst of pain, and a few tears came out of his eyes.

"Please greet his mother for me." Owen snorted and got up from the ground.

He held his chin and read a healing spell to himself.

Oh my god!That hurts!
It feels like the bones are cracked, is there anything!

Fortunately, he didn't speak just to pose, otherwise he would have had to bite his tongue off at that moment.

"Owen~" Luna called in surprise.

Weeping with joy.

Big tears fell to the ground from his silver eyes.

Looking lovely.

"(⊙o⊙)...What's wrong? So sad?"

My bestie is in tears!
A certain little blackhead immediately turned his head and glanced at the centaur elder beside him.

Is it your fault?

Ahem - okay!
Of course he knew why she was crying.

But now he didn't have time to delay here.

"It's okay! Resurrected with full health." He showed a funny smile to Luna, then quickly lifted up his sleeves and ran out.

——On the other side, on the high wall.

Except for the centaurs who are on guard.

Some of their companions remained.

The centaurs were walking back and forth on the ground, looking for the bodies of their companions.

They are going to bring their companions home.

"Listen~ there seems to be some sound."

Creatures living in the Forbidden Forest all have a good sense of hearing.

After all, the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts is shrouded in fog all year round and has lush foliage.

The giant trees, which have not been cut down on a large scale for thousands of years, cover the sky and block the sun.

Say so!

Hagrid had to carry a candle into the woods even during the day.

"No -- that monster is back!" Another centaur replied tremblingly.

"Probably not!" the centaur who spoke first denied.

The dragon's breath just now was too spectacular.

No one would believe that the monster that was driven away would come back again.

Aren't they afraid of being burned by the flames again?
"click~"

There was another sound, the sound of a branch being snapped.

The two centaurs trembled.

Turning around in horror, he looked in the direction from which the voice came.

They are destined to be disappointed.

Because the group of monsters that are no longer living creatures do not have the kind of fear that normal intelligent creatures understand.

"Run!"

"Sound the alarm!"

"Quick! Go and inform the elders!"

"Ah~~~"

"what!!!"

The two centaurs outside the high wall immediately stepped forward, their four strong horse legs galloping wildly.

They raised their heads and shouted loudly.

Want to pass information to the companions on the high wall.

It's just that when they spoke, they also exposed their positions.

After a few words.

Then came two screams.

A thick mouthpart cut through the air like an arrow and pierced directly into their bodies.

Then they were like deflated balloons, and their bodies were quickly fried.

Just, after a few breaths, the originally robust body became a bony mummy.

"Woooo~~~"

The centaurs who witnessed this tragic situation immediately blew the horn.

The low and melodious voice suddenly spread throughout the centaur city.

The working horseman raised his head and looked at the high wall in confusion.

The playful centaur child raised his head and looked at the high wall curiously.

The centaur warrior who was ready to go raised his head, looking cautiously at the high wall.

All beings.

Each has his own destiny.

And all this fell into Owen's eyes.

At this time he was sitting on Bakar's back.

It transformed into a giant dragon that was more than ten feet tall, and it was more than enough to carry five or six people on its back.

God - witnessing the suffering of all beings.

And give mercy.

Revealing the vision of the soul, only seeing more.

———— "Soul~~~It's like a beautiful song, with a wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon, go, go and listen to their movements through the soul, when you find their rhythm, the worm The soul in the cocoon will emerge as a butterfly. Return to nature."

Teacher Chiron's words still lingered in Owen's ears.

Through the soul - what does this mean, he wonders?
What can be called a wizard's soul?
Riding on the back of a silver dragon.

There are attention-grabbing eyes all around.

Owen noticed that a lot of bright red liquid suddenly flowed out of the forest.

It was like heavy rain, dyeing the snow falling from the sky red.

But snow!Floating into the gunpowder smoke, shed her innocence and was stained with evil.

And at that moment, Owen suddenly realized.

What could possibly represent a wizard's soul!

(End of this chapter)