I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 200 Healing, the magical world with constant storms ([-] words)
"Principal?" Dumbledore was taken aback, and then said in an inexplicable tone: "I thought you would be the principal of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Me?" Grindelwald suddenly showed a flamboyant smile, "I don't have time to play with you about who is better at cultivating little wizards, Albus."

He slowly stood up from the chair, with his hands behind his back, a slender and close-fitting windbreaker outlined his muscular body, compared with Dumbledore, he looked much younger, and he still retained his youth The temperament of demons and madness.

Grindelwald slowly scanned the surrounding crowd, Dumbledore's people, "Obviously, in this game, I have already won."

"Albus, you have to admit, I won very thoroughly this time." His eyes turned to Owen, who was still sleeping.

The meaning is very clear, which one is better than all of you.

"He" Dumbledore looked at Owen lovingly, "he is very good."

"But he is too good. Many things require experience to understand the truth. Does he really understand the truths he talks about?
Gellert, you're undermining him a bit. "

"Am I going to let him disappear from the crowd and stay in class with those fools?" Grindelwald laughed, "Don't you know that class is harmful to your IQ?"

"I think~~"

"Okay, I don't want to argue with you on this issue. I'm not here to argue." He said.

Then, Grindelwald stretched out his wand, put it to his temple, and pulled out a strand of silver thread.

Scattered, turning into a mirror image in the air.

"This is." Dumbledore frowned. He was somewhat familiar with the location in the picture, which was Samothrace in Greece.

"Memories of the past~"

Samothrace, the most mysterious place in the wizarding world.

During the two months of fascination that year, he and Grindelwald agreed with each other to explore Greece.

If it hadn't been for her mother's sudden death, the old headmaster would have stayed in Godric's Hollow.

Maybe everything will be different.

"About the past." Grindelwald whispered, his expression written with loss, just like the loss on Dumbledore's face.

"About your sister."

"Stop talking." Dumbledore hesitated to speak, his chest rose and fell slightly, and finally only a sigh remained in his mouth.

"No, if it was me who killed him, then you just think it was me who killed him, and I apologize to you," he said.

Grindelwald knew that that was the last thing Dumbledore wanted to look back on.

He didn't want to go into the details of that day. The teenagers were looking forward to the "greater good" and planned to find the Deathly Hallows. In order to take care of his sister Arianna, the young Albus proposed to travel around the world with her sister, and this idea naturally He was opposed by his younger brother, Aberforth.

A fight broke out between the three of them. In the chaos, someone's curse hit Ariana, who was already on the verge of collapse due to silent parasitism.

The sudden curse instantly detonated the dark power in Ariana's body, and Obscurus tore her into pieces.

This was the beginning of Albus and Gellert's breakup.

From then on, the great principal understood a truth, that is, instead of pursuing a futuristic future, people should cherish the things in front of them.

And this has become the pain of the principal's life. He is afraid, he is afraid of knowing the truth, knowing that the magic spell shot at his sister came from his wand.

And the former Grindelwald didn't understand Dumbledore's tweaking mentality very much.

In his opinion, that frail sister was simply the biggest stumbling block preventing him and Dumbledore from conquering the world, and now that stumbling block was dead.Isn't that a good thing?

Moreover, Dumbledore did not have a good relationship with his own family, neither with his younger siblings.

It was not until much later, during his years in Nurmengard, that he slowly understood some truths.

And when he knew that his followers were strangled by the Federation, even though he had fallen, they were still unwilling to give up on him, and they were still trying to save him, when he learned what Wenda had done in Norway .

This talented and talented black wizard finally understood those truths.

The roads of love, loyalty, and sacrifice that Dumbledore often talks about.

"You know, I never blamed you." Dumbledore's tone became extremely painful, his body trembled slightly, and his blue eyes were full of regret, "I have done many wrong things. Young When I was foolishly pursuing power, and then I was stubbornly unwilling to reconcile with you, watching Tom step by step into darkness, trusting people who shouldn't be trusted, leading to the death of Lily and James, but I have never regretted meeting you, Guy Lett."

"I know."

The two were silent while talking.

A painful atmosphere brewed by time echoed in the principal's office.

But that's just for the two of them.

to others around them.

Except for Professor McGonagall's normal face, she has long known the love-hate relationship between her headmaster and the accomplished devil.

The others were all dumbfounded.

Especially Sirius, he had never thought that the so-called greatest white wizard in the world would have that kind of relationship with the long-famous Dark Lord.
A helpless smile appeared on his lips.

Recalling the words Owen once said to him in his head.

Now he can be sure that the world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray.

Some of the stance issues he has been insisting on may indeed be less important than the results.

There was silence for a long time.

Only the wandering image kept playing automatically.

It was a memory of a certain person, and in the picture was an evil priest who made people feel uncomfortable.

"This is something that was plundered from the head of Peter Pettigrew." After a moment, Grindelwald spoke again.

"It's roughly the same as what was found in Bella's head." On the side, Professor Snape said coldly, "I used two bottles of Veritaserum to deal with those stubborn guys, Dumbledore. All my treasures."

"His potion is the best I've ever seen," Mad-Eye Moody applauded, as he presided over the interrogation of the stubborn Death Eaters.

I have to say that with the help of Veritaserum, this job is the easiest for him in the past few months.

"I remember that you obtained a lot of acromantula venom from the Forbidden Forest last year." Dumbledore seemed to have calmed down, and he said lightly, "You know, strictly speaking, the Forbidden Forest is Hogger's venom." Watts' property, and the acromander was raised by Hagrid."

"Hmph~~~" Professor Snape snorted rather unhappily.

Immediately he stopped talking.

He has caught a lot of good stuff this year.

The basilisk in the secret room, the acromantula in the forest.

There are also precious and magical plants cultivated by Professor Sprout from the Far East and Europe.

He didn't want to spit it all out.

He would rather continue to dispense the wolfsbane potion to that beast every month.

Well, it may be that Professor Lupine has been equipped with Wolfsbane potion for six months in a row, which made his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore reach a certain peak.

Simply put, he needs to vent.

"Okay, let me get back to business." Dumbledore glanced at Snape, a hint of worry behind his half-moon eyes. He knew that now that Voldemort had returned, the pressure on Severus was beginning to increase day by day.

It's normal for him to need to vent.

Then the old principal withdrew his gaze and focused his energy on the shadow in the sky again.

"It's hard to imagine that such a thing exists in our world."

"A god."

"Maybe a demon?" Grindelwald sneered.

"Obviously, your student doesn't trust his subordinates. Neither the mouse nor the stupid woman know much. We only have to wait until the kid wakes up and ask him about the real situation."

"You mean Owen?" Dumbledore wondered, he didn't understand why Owen knew about the Outer God.

"I saw with my own eyes that he used the Patronus Charm to wipe out the deadborn in the Forbidden Forest." Grindelwald said solemnly. "He should have been guided by someone."

"I asked that little girl named Luna, um—I have to say, your students seem to welcome me? Before I even opened my mouth, she just described what happened in the Forbidden Forest in the horseman's castle. told me everything."

"Oh~ Then I should teach them better that they shouldn't talk to strangers." The old principal joked.

Then he turned his attention to the child who had his legs draped on the armchair, his head tilted back, and the crystal clear liquid from the corner of his mouth flowed down his cheeks.

"What did he see?"

-----

When Owen woke up, it was already the afternoon of the first day of Christmas.

After washing his face, he began to accept inquiries from his grandpa and grandma.

He didn't hide it, there was nothing to hide.

He told Dumbledore all the people and things he met in the centaur spiritual realm.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious alien god.

He repeated the tone emphatically.How terrifying is the Outer God who is known as the Lord of Corruption and Soul, the Master of Misty Illusion, who was expelled by the gods.

In short, it is probably impossible to eliminate him.

There is no way to kill him in the age of the gods, let alone the current era of withered magic.

All they can do is destroy those towers.Break the cornerstone of the projection of the Outer Gods to the main world.

According to Mr. Chiron, someone has already destroyed two of them.

Owen speculates that this may be the direct cause of the sudden riots of the Deadborn in recent months.

Because in the past two years or so, that Outer God has always been sneaky, and has never been as big as he is now.

The old headmaster raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and then looked at Grindelwald beside him.

I have thought about it.

As for the other professors, each of them had a trembling expression on their face.

For them, the sudden appearance of a mysterious divine enemy is much more terrifying than Voldemort.

Just to deal with a god, these words are desperate.

Then Owen briefly told Dumbledore about his mother, Gabriel.

After hearing what Owen said about mothers devoting their lives for their children, triggering the protective spell of love, Dumbledore was more moved than anyone else.

He was almost on the verge of tears.

It was the first time Owen noticed that Dumbledore was so emotional.

Professor McGonagall on the side also had red eyes, which directly caused her to look tenderly at Owen.

The last time she looked at him so tenderly was back during the sorting ceremony.
As for the other professors, their reactions were also moving.

Even Snape, who had been quarreling with him all this time, showed an unspeakable expression.

Maybe he saw Lily's figure in Owen.

——This inquiry continued into the evening.

Owen, who started to feel sleepy again, returned to the Hufflepuff lounge in a daze with the help of Professor Sprout.

He is still very tired.

It's as if the exhaustion is never far away.

Sore limbs, fatigue, and dizziness.

It's like the kidneys are overdrawn.

Back in the dormitory, Justin took a few mouthfuls of pumpkin juice.

He flipped the quilt back and lay down again.

And this lie, waiting to wake up again.

It was already the next morning.

"It feels like drinking fake wine."

Woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache.

I took several bottles of refreshing pills in succession before I felt a little relieved.

Wait for the blurred vision to clear again.

Owen then noticed the mound-like pile of packages placed beside the bed.

That was this year's Christmas gift from the little wizards.

"You're finally awake." Justin got up early.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a box of toffees.

Killed one by one.

"This year your Christmas gifts have steadily increased compared to last year!" He said with some envy.

Because Justin saw it, among the piles of packages.

There are several packages, and the packaging box alone is covered with various golden patterns.

Even if you don't open it, you can guess from this box that the contents inside are definitely worth a lot of money.

And he, the most valuable thing he has received in these years may be the five gold Galleons that Irving gave him directly last year. (Except Muggle items.)
Also, as a Muggle-born wizard, most of his acquaintances were classmates.

Those little wizards have long since had nothing to squeeze.

Under the intensive efforts of Owen and Weasley, the economic situation of the entire Hogwarts little wizard can not be said to be steadily improving, but it can also be said to be like a cow or a horse.

Under the guidance of the great concept of sustainable fishing.

The methods of Irving and the Gemini can be said to be like plowing the ground three feet after the goose has plucking its feathers.

Say so!

If Hogwarts hadn't been in charge, the group of little wizards in the castle would have starved long ago!

"Why are you looking at me with a fiery face?" Owen glared at him.

Don't think your kid's buddy doesn't know.

Don't you just want Gallon?
He hasn’t prepared this year’s Christmas gift yet!
"Hehe~"

"Hey, sir!" Owen gave him a blank look, and then began to unwrap his present.

It started with a whole bunch of Christmas cards.

Thanks to his feats on the school train and the blessing of the Order of Merlin, Owen has a small and staunch following of admirers in the UK - most of whom are very young.

Those Christmas cards are basically from them.

Most of them are asking for autographs or photos, nude photos or something.
Set fire to some of the Christmas cards.

Next, he tore open a package.

It was a small package wrapped in some kind of animal skin, and Owen didn't need to guess that it was from Hagrid.

Inside were two snakebird eggshells.

Anhinga, a magical animal, is mainly distributed in the Far East and India.

It is a winged two-legged animal with the body of a snake and feathers on its body.

His eggshells have been given to each other as gifts by locals.Because it seems to be made of the purest and softest silver, which is of high value.

Owen just glanced briefly.

Like the eyes of a code-scanning gun, the value of these two eggshells popped out automatically.

Good condition, about twenty Galleons or more.

Next came Harry's gift, a Quidditch model toy he had conned from Malfoy (the summer before last), a huge glass ball with the Quidditch field inside, just touch it with a wand, The model inside will automatically fly up to compete.

Ron gave him a sweater.

A brown furry sweater with a big L embroidered on it.

That was his initials, and it looked like Mrs. Weasley's handiwork.

Ginny gave him a quill.

Colin sent him some handsome photos.

The Weasley twins had sent him a load of candy, and apparently it was definitely stolen goods from Zonko's Magical Joke Shop.

Then there was Hannah, who gave him a pair of red socks.

I don't know what this means.

Luna gave him a group photo.

It was during the beginning of school that Colin took a group photo of the two of them.

On the back of the photo is also written: For the most precious friend - the words.

Then came Hermione.

Her Christmas present is a scarf.

It looks like she knitted it herself, the lines of the scarf are crooked and there are knots in many places.

There is an indiscernible little beast embroidered on the collar.

Owen guessed that she probably wanted to embroider a badger, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to make. She simply couldn't complete such a difficult knitting without the help of magic.

In the end, Owen opened a Christmas present with golden patterns and a large badge of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on it.

Inside was a book.

"Book of Nature's Mysteries: The Fifth Element"

Uh - no need to guess, this is definitely a Christmas present from Nick LeMay.

But—books, books, books are books again.Dude is annoyed when he sees books now!

The books he read this year are much, much more than the sum of the previous two years!
In the second half he is ready to slow down.

It seems to have heard Owen's complaints from the bottom of his heart.

When he took out the "Book of Mysteries of Nature: The Fifth Element" which was about one foot thick from the box.

A small object that reflected light caught his attention.

"Moonscope?"

It was a moonglass about half a foot long, with exquisite metal carvings on its surface.

Owen raised it subconsciously, looking around back and forth.

"What! It's useless at all, and it doesn't even have a telescopic function. Give me a broken one?"

"Maybe there are other uses!" Justin stuffed a few more taffy into his mouth and said.

"Other uses?" Owen put his right eye against the moonglass and turned to Justin.

"Fuck~"

Owen, who was afraid of the eye of a needle, immediately put away the moonscope.

Gift Crab~~~
As expected of an old monster who has lived for more than 600 years, what he plays with is flowers.

Perspective mirrors can be manufactured.

Fortunately, this thing fell into the hands of a gentleman like him!If it falls into the hands of some color-skinned bosses, that's fine!

Thinking to himself, Owen quickly put the real looking glass into his inner pocket.

He had to keep such an evil item close to him!

"What's the matter? Is there any secret in that moon mirror?" Seeing Owen's sudden reaction, Justin asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's simply broken, and I'll send it back to Nick in a while." The pure and clean Owen said solemnly.

Then my hands were already ready to open the next package.

"Really?" Justin didn't believe a word of Owen's words.

It's really going to break, you lost it a long time ago, can you still put it in your pocket?
What about the fool?

But he didn't dig into it. Isn't it just a moonglass?
No matter how precise it is, just look at the moon, and see what is the difference between it and ordinary ones.

Soon, his mind was attracted by the next package in Owen's hands.

Pretending to be calm, Owen, who had already begun to feel flustered in his heart, continued to unpack the package.

He was looking forward to the next package.

It's like opening a blind box.

They were all rare props just now, but suddenly a golden legend was opened, which made him enthusiastic instantly.

"Ok?"

Owen was a little surprised.

Because there isn't much in the package.

It is not some magical magic alchemy props, nor is it some valuable treasure.

Stacked in the box were a letter and a photo album.

He opened the photo album curiously.

Turning to the first page, a young, silver-haired girl not much older than him appeared on the photo frame.

She was holding the wand and looking at the camera impatiently.

Below the girl is a table full of various sheepskin scrolls, and she is writing and drawing something.

In short, when this photo was taken, she didn't want to be disturbed.

Owen continued to flip through, and next was a photo of her in a white robe, like a researcher.

She stood in front of a tall pile of bottles and cans.

The glass-like container is filled with all kinds of magical animals.

She was holding a sketchpad and recording something.

Another one is a photo of a dinner party in the living room and auditorium.

She wore a gorgeous long dress and communicated with a group of equally elegant people.

Owen flipped through the album quickly. The album was almost entirely filled with photos of her mother's life when she was young.

He also saw the red-haired girl standing with his mother.

Take on a troll together.

After that, the recorded photos stopped abruptly.

And Owen knew exactly what happened next.

He put away the photo album.

Then in silence, he opened the letters.

From Juanjuan's small characters, he could guess that it was her mother's handwriting.

She seems to have been in touch with Roy for quite some time.

Most of these are letters between the two of them.

The records are only some trivial things.

But for Owen, it is a very precious thing.

The rest he didn't take apart.

Because, Justin's light bulb was too bright, and he planned to find time to be alone before taking it apart.

As for the remaining gifts – I’m too tired, so I’ll continue opening them later!

Now it's time to eat.

----

Came to the castle auditorium with Justin.

From a distance, he saw Luna sitting with Harry and the others, talking about something passionately.

After seeing him coming, the little witch's eyes lit up, and she immediately got up and rushed towards him.

Gave him a hug.

"Welcome home," she said.

"Yeah~" Owen nodded.

"Hi! Owen, this way!" Harry waved his hand, inviting him to sit over.

There - Ron, surrounded by Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, the Weasley twins, Neville and Seamus.

He looked at him like a hero.

"I can't wait to hear your story." Harry blinked at him, then couldn't help laughing.

Owen also smiled back.

Then the smile became more and more intense, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he spoke in a long, loud voice: "Then we have to start from the time when I, the resourceful one, revealed the secret of time."

He laughed and walked over.

Just like a proud archduke.

Start talking about your own great adventure.

Everyone also listened with a smile on their faces. It was originally the Christmas holiday, plus what happened before.

All people need to relax.

And this nagging came near noon.

It wasn't until they saw an acquaintance walking in from the front of the auditorium with a smile that they ended the session of listening to Owen's story.

That's Sirius.

He was wearing a brand new sky blue robe, and his hair was combed and shiny, clean and neat.

The whole person is much younger.

"What good thing happened?" Owen turned his head to look, and asked lazily.

"Lupine, he's awake." Sirius said happily.

Professor Lupine was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness yesterday.

Lavender Brown's condition was better than that of Professor Lupin, but in order to avoid any sequelae, he was also transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

"Is the professor alright?" Harry asked hastily.

He has a good relationship with Professor Lupine.

He'd given Harry some advice before.

"Very good, but there are still some problems with the continuity of the body. The doctor said that he needs to rest for a while. Dumbledore guessed that the part of the soul that left the body still needs some time to integrate." He explained. "Most awakened wizards use this aftereffect."

Hearing the sound, the little wizards all showed relaxed expressions.

Only Hermione frowned, and she said to Sirius, "That's Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second half of the semester."

"It fell on my head without accident."

"What!" Harry jumped up in surprise.His eyes widened in disbelief and he said, "You are going to be our professor."

"Yes."

"But—" Harry's voice hesitated, because at this time Sirius was still charged with murder.

And others, although they learned from Harry that Sirius Black was wronged a few months ago.

But - they knew it was of no use.

The Ministry of Magic must personally come forward to re-open the trial.

And the key to it all is catching Peter Pettigrew!
And Owen—although he intends to, he doesn't have the time.

"Luna and the others did a good job. The main thing is that...that gentleman, he caught Pettigrew Peter." Sirius's face was full of admiration.

Regardless of Grindelwald's intentions, in terms of results, he helped him.

At least it would allow him to live with Harry in an aboveboard manner.Instead of continuing to avoid the Ministry of Magic.

"?"

"I told Mr. Grindelwald about Sirius being wronged." Behind Owen, Luna said leisurely, "Not long after you passed out."

"He followed your route in the past and easily found Peter Pettigrew."

"Huh?" Owen was taken aback.

His grandpa rescued Peter Pettigrew?

Hmm - the first thing to rule out is that he wants to clear Sirius as a reason.

Neither of them knew each other.

He didn't think his grandfather could be that enthusiastic, and he was not a Gryffindor.

Owen guessed that his grandfather probably wanted to get some information from the Death Eaters!

"You're amazing Luna!" Harry said happily.

Then gave her a big hug.

Then run all the way to Sirius.

His eyes were red, and his face was filled with a smile full of longing for the future life, "So, you can soon"

"Yes, Harry." Sirius rubbed his head lightly, his face was full of kindness and care, "After the Ministry of Magic gets rid of the recent chaos, they will re-sentence my case."

"Then it might take them a while."

Owen chuckled, then glanced at the "Daily Prophet" on the long table.

That's somewhere in the fifth edition.

A picture of a smiling Sirius Blake and Pettigrew Peter, who is emaciated and miserable at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, stands in stark contrast.

Below the photo is a small article headline: Blake Not Guilty? The real murderer 13 years ago was Peter Pettigrew, who had been dead for many years.

"Yeah! Some of them are busy." Sirius sighed, Christmas night was a Shura field visible to the naked eye.

Countless Aurors died tragically.

Many civilian wizards in Hogsmeade were also injured.

The main thing is not the Death Eater raids.

It was an attack from the Deadborn. Those monsters were much more difficult to deal with than the dark wizards.

Although after that, Owen eliminated many deadborns and released many souls, but only a few wizards were lucky enough to wake up.

Most of them—their bodies have been damaged, and I am afraid that they are no different from real death.

"This is already the best result!" Harry wiped his tears with a trembling tone.

He hugged Sirius tightly again, trembling and looking terribly excited.

"Okay." Sirius patted Harry's back, and after he calmed down, he slowly opened his mouth and said.

"You guys are staying in the castle recently. The chaos outside is not over yet. I guess it will take a few months to completely calm down."

he said.

A breeze blows.

He whistled the "Daily Prophet" on the long table.

The newspaper turned pages frantically, and finally stopped at the headlines on the front page.

"The Battle of Hogwarts, the fall of Hogsmeade, the death of the Minister of Magic, the death of the Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, the disaster of the wizards of the world."

"War! The Second Wizarding War has arrived."

for several days.

The mood of the British wizards is like a frying pan pouring cold water into nothing—a thunderbolt crashing and frying.

Thanks to the various mysterious incidents and attacks in the past six months.

Ever since the train attack at the beginning of the school year, British wizards have already had enough psychological presets.

It's just that no one thought that the subsequent disaster would be so terrible and affect such a wide range.

The British wizards suffered a huge blow in an instant.

As the only purely wizarding village in the UK, Hogsmeade Village is far more attractive than other places, and it was Christmas that day, and many wizards from other places came here to spend their Christmas Eve.

A great battle affected almost all wizarding families in the UK to some extent.

Everyone has friends and everyone has relatives.

Whose friends and relatives are those who died tragically!
Owen and the others were in Hogwarts, so they didn't feel the turbulent waves of the outside world, but they could guess some.

Until, after the holidays are over.

The little wizards who left school came back from outside one after another.

The explosive public opinion outside was only known to the people inside the castle.

simply put.

Parents have already written to Dumbledore, arranging for their children to transfer schools
Those families with certain assets can't wait to arrange for their acquaintances to contact Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.

Because during this attack, a little wizard was injured, almost burping to be precise.

Lavender's injury could not be concealed at all.

And Dumbledore didn't mean to hide it.

However, these parents clamoring to be transferred soon slapped themselves in the face.

Because, after a day.

An even more explosive news was published in the Daily Prophet.

"Mystery Man, back! "

In an instant, public opinion exploded.

How dare those parents who want to transfer schools dare to let their children leave Hogwarts.

After all, as the person Voldemort feared most.

Hogwarts, where Dumbledore lives, may be the safest place in the entire European continent.

"Oh my god! It feels like the end of the world!"

"Is the Second Wizarding War about to begin?"

"It's already started. Didn't you see that the Minister of Magic was killed by Death Eaters?"

Within a few days, the British wizarding world was in turmoil.

All past raids and mysterious invasions have been regarded by wizards as harbingers of Voldemort's return.

In this carnival of public opinion, everyone is the loser.

Only "The Quibbler" edited by Luna's father can be called Qin Shihuang Touching the Wire-Winning numb!

Because they were the first magazines to advocate the mysterious invasion and the cannibalism of the dead monsters.

Although most of them are made up by Mr. Lovegood, the reality is so unreasonable, blind cats hit dead mice.

Perhaps reality is so dramatic, but most of Mr. Lovegood's rumors are more or less true.

How terrible.

After news of the Hogsmeade battle got out, their magazines sold out in an instant.

Naturally, the Ministry of Magic can no longer just sit back and watch Britain continue to be in chaos.

They quickly adjusted their strategy.

First, the new Minister of Magic takes office.

Barty Crouch, who was found in a tree hole in the Forbidden Forest, was crowned Minister of Magic.

The day after the Christmas break.

He is in the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic under Whitehall in London.

In front of the fountain, delivered his inauguration speech.

Hmm - it's more of a declaration of war than an inauguration speech.

"My fellow wizards, my fellow wizards."

"The day before yesterday, December 1993, 12, on this sad day, unfortunately, we were attacked by Death Eaters, dark creatures, and some dark wizards with ulterior motives."

"It's in Hogsmeade!"

"Despite the valiant resistance of our Aurors, this shameful raid has cost us dearly.

I have to admit that never in all these long centuries have we fallen into such darkness for a period of time.

Even the first wizard war. "

"Nowadays, we have no choice but to get blood on our hands.

If the wizarding world doesn't want to see St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries become our last bastion, then we will have to stand up and resist! "

"We tell those dark wizards who are mad! Our people are not weak, our Aurors are not weak, our Ministry of Magic is not weak.

If they continue to attack, then we will only have to fight an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!
We need to tell them!The British wizards will win the final victory with their righteous power!

We will fight on the seas, we will fight on the land, we will fight in every city, in every lane.

We will fight in the fields, we will fight in the mountains, we will never surrender! ! !

That is, I absolutely do not believe that such a thing can happen.

Even if the country or most of the area is occupied by the enemy and plunged into chaos, then we still have Hogwarts Castle, and the entire Indian Empire.That too will keep fighting.

Until Merlin thinks that the time is right, the new world will come to rescue and liberate the old world ravaged by enemies with vigorous power!

Now—my countrymen!

Wizards of the British Empire!

In my capacity as UK Minister for Magic, I declare:

From now on, the "Unforgivable Curses Restriction Act" in the British wizarding world has been lifted, and the country has officially entered a state of emergency!Anyone, any wizard, any little wizard, can use all magic spells that can cause damage to enemies without limit!
We will do whatever it takes, regardless of casualties! "

Barty Crouch's voice fell.

Deafening applause and cheers immediately resounded in the golden hall.

Countless flashes hit him.

In a daze, he seemed to be the savior of this troubled world.

The tall and serious figure gave those ordinary people a strong psychological shock.

There is growing belief that they can win the war under the leadership of the tough new Minister for Magic.

Soon, the gargantuan inaugural address was passed back to Hogwarts.

The Daily Prophet used five sections, constantly exaggerating the courage and pride of British wizards.

From the perspective of public opinion alone, this is indeed very encouraging.

Even the young wizards at Hogwarts felt a surge of confidence spreading from their hearts.

Anyway, I finally saw a little light in this dark night.

But Dumbledore's reaction was different from the public.

Owen and Harry saw Barty Crouch and Dumbledore arguing loudly in a hallway of Hogwarts with their own eyes.

They happened to meet.

The old headmaster seems to be very dissatisfied with the new Minister of Magic, who is tough and Pyraman, about lifting the "Unforgivable Curses Restriction Act".

Harry and the others didn't understand this.

They thought there were good things in the world, but Owen knew what the old principal was worried about.

(End of this chapter)