I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 208 Are we all Harry Potter’s uncles?
"Hi Owen, here—"

Ron noticed Owen walking in with Luna.

Then he waved his hands enthusiastically.

As he got closer, he realized that Owen was accompanied by an acquaintance.

It was Mr. Ober Bennie of the Ministry of Magic.

An employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"What is he here for?" The little wizard was not very friendly to this Ministry of Magic official who 'acted' to scare them.

Yes, Mr. Ober Bennie has admitted that it was a play between him and Ravenclaw in the second year.

He himself is from Ravenclaw College, and he has no reason to refuse.

In short, this reason is very far-fetched. Regardless of whether other little wizards believe it or not, Owen believes it anyway.

And as long as he believes it, everyone else will believe it.

It's not because of his great prestige, it's mainly because of his 'education of love', they have to believe it even if they don't believe it!

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"What do you think?" Owen came over and sat down with them, "Dog Godfather was almost killed."

"The Ministry of Magic sent someone over to inquire."

"Actually, it's just an apology."

Mr. Ober Bennie, like most current Ministry of Magic officials, has messy hair and deep-set eyes with serious dark circles.

The skin on the face was dull, and there was a pimple on the forehead.

It can be seen that he has not had a good rest for a long time.

"We haven't written a letter to complain yet." Ron was stunned. How did the Ministry of Magic know?
"Old Raymond came to the ministry to surrender." Ober Benny walked over and explained simply, "He learned the fact that Sirius was innocent from the newspaper and couldn't bear to go through it. He came to the ministry early this morning. He surrendered."

"I've got to talk to Sirius quickly," he said, "and go home to bed!"

Turn around to leave.

in a hurry.

"Why did he surrender?" Looking at Mr. Ober's leaving figure, Ron asked in confusion, "Isn't the law allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse? And Sirius will not pursue it.

Besides, his level of magic spells is so bad, even if he uses the Killing Curse, it won't have much power. "

"Hehe, do you think everyone else is as heartless as you?" Owen sat down, picked up a piece of bread, and then spread thick jam on it.

"Some people can't bear the torture of their hearts, they are too kind."

"By the way, what are you talking about?"

"We're talking about Sirius's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Hermione replied. "Harry is worried that Malfoy will cause trouble in class."

"He wouldn't dare." Ron said swearingly.

"That's not necessarily true." Owen took a bite of the bread and said jokingly, "Malfoy's mother is Sirius' cousin, and Malfoy is his nephew."

"Huh?" Harry looked sideways at Owen, it was the first time he knew that Malfoy and Sirius had such a relationship.

"Tch~ what is this, my mother and Sirius are also cousins." Ron said disdainfully.

"Then I'm his nephew too!"

He raised his head with pride and a disdainful expression on his face.

As if this is not a commendable status.

Then he saw Harry's puzzled eyes, and then Ron explained: "My grandma is a member of the Black family - haha ​​- she became famous by the Black family after she married my grandfather - pure-blood families marry each other. It’s nothing, I’m sure, Harry, your family must have been married to the Black family before.”

"Hey! You really guessed it right this time, Ron." Owen bit the bread in his hand to the last bite, then dipped the jam on the spoon and swallowed the last piece in one gulp, "Harry's great-grandfather was the one who married A member of the Black family."

"In terms of seniority, Harry, your father James is two rounds older than Sirius, so he can be his second uncle."

"It's a pity that it's you who call him Godfather now, Zhuzu—what a fate!"

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head, this complicated relationship made him dizzy.

So he and Ron are still related?
"Don't be so surprised, the circle of wizards is so big, who is not related? Neville, Ron, you, Hannah, Luna, and Malfoy, as long as they are wizards from the 28 Holy Family, they are all related by blood."

"Hey, Owen, our family is not the 28 Holy Family. We were expelled, you know? Expelled." Ron said with disdain, "Who cares about staying in that Holy Family, they are sick, and Not seriously ill."

"Yes, they are indeed seriously ill." Owen also showed disdain.

Because he also bears a pure-blood surname.

That was his mother's last name.

Rozier.

I don't know what this surname can bring him.

"Pure blood—it's a mess indeed." Hermione narrowed her eyes, her eyes flicking over Harry Ron and Malfoy in the distance.

It was also the first time she knew that the three of them had such a relationship.

"Speaking of which, Miss Granger probably has the cleanest blood, and it doesn't matter to anyone!" Owen said casually.

But the next second attracted Hermione's unkind eyes.

What do you mean, you guy?
It's saying that they are all in-laws, but I'm an outsider, right?

"But it's not necessarily true. Maybe some of his ancestors are wizards, or they are squibs born in that pure-blood family. If you look up, everyone is actually in-laws. The circle of wizards is so big."

Perhaps sensing Hermione's unfriendly eyes, Owen quickly called her back in after changing his voice.

"So, in terms of blood, bloodline, and even DNA, almost all wizards in this world are related by blood. There are no pure-blood or Muggle-born wizards at all, because pure blood is absolutely impure, and Muggles are absolutely not pure. People born in the family may not necessarily all be Muggles. After all, if they are pure-blooded Muggles, how can a wizard emerge from their descendants? Magic power comes from genetic mutations."

Owen said a lot again.

It's a pity that Hermione was probably the only one present who could really understand. Harry could understand what genes were, but he definitely couldn't understand what DNA was.

"Owen--"

While eating, suddenly at the gate of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall hurried over.

Her face was heavy, and she seemed to be anxious about something.

"Um—professor?"

Owen shrank his neck slightly, and his mind automatically began to retrieve all his experiences during this period.

He hasn't done anything bad recently!

Ahem—mainly because Christmas has just ended and he is still recovering.

He is always ready.

But it hasn't been a bad thing lately.

"Come here." Professor McGonagall beckoned towards him, and then pulled him out of the auditorium in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, Professor, the sky is falling? The ground is sinking? Voldemort is back again?"

"No." Professor McGonagall glanced at him angrily, "It's about your family."

"???"

"Our family?" Owen touched his head and stared at Professor McGonagall blankly, "Is there a fire in the Sphynter Orphanage?"

"It's not the orphanage, it's the Rozier family." Professor McGonagall took him to the entrance of the principal's office on the third floor, and explained along the way, "I still remember the Federation that died unexpectedly in Hogsmeade Village. Vice President?"

"I know, what's the matter?" Owen said flatly, "She belongs to the Rozier family?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Owen, and then continued, "The Rozier family is a family with a very long history. They have blood descendants all over the world."

"Yeah." Owen nodded.

is not that right.

Rozier in England, he even killed one of them.

Right in Azkaban
"This family came from France. The dead Ms. Swan was the mistress of the Rozier family in France."

"So?" Owen Xiaoxiong spread his hands, and then suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Don't you mean to say that after her death, I will be the only heir to the French Rozier family?"

"No—that Ms. Swan left the Rozier family inheritance to you."

"what?"

"You are more unreliable than the French Rozier, I am the only one left. I don't even know her. Why should she leave the inheritance to me just because I am handsome?" Owen questioned, "And I am Mixed blood! Aren't they pure blood families? Can they still look at me like this?"

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall said, and then said the command to an ugly huge stone beast in front of him: "Bloody lollipop."

"Go, someone is waiting for you up there."

The professor didn't intend to follow.

Owen, on the other hand, stepped on the crack in the wall alone and appeared a spiral staircase.

——Soon, he arrived at the eighth floor.

After pushing open the shiny oak door, he entered the office.

"Oh, Hello."

He didn't see Dumbledore, only a stranger sitting awkwardly on a chair next to a table covered with all kinds of weird and evil things.

"I'm, Irving, uh--Irving Rozier."

"Hello. I am the liaison officer of the Federation. Basil Pierre."

It was a young man.He was wearing a black robe and a gray tie.

He has short brown hair, black eyes, and glasses.

It looks quite elegant.

There is an elegant temperament that can only be bred in the soil of the Far East.

Of course, it would be better if his eyes didn't look up and down randomly.

"Eat some candy." Owen said, pointing to the pile of cockroaches on the dinner plate.

"No - no need." The man was a little nervous. He stood up, walked away from the plate of cockroaches, and then walked towards Owen with a reserved smile.

He slowly took out a stack of parchment scrolls from his pocket.

Then keep folding it in half and opening it, repeating this process several times.

Finally, he took out a ten-inch piece of ancient magic parchment.

"This is the contract left by President Swan, the Rozier family. Sign it, and you will become the only legal heir of this family."

"No—no, don't worry." Owen resolutely didn't reach out.

Just kidding, this is a magical world.

In the Muggle world, signing contracts indiscriminately is at most nothing more than selling one's body.

Signing a contract blindly here would be selling your soul.

He didn't want to die and work for Satan.

"Let me take a look first." He took the thick magic parchment from Basil's hand.

Then carefully looked up.

Just looking at it made his eyes hurt.

Because this is not the magic contract he imagined at all.

But a family tree.

A family tree made of strange materials.

It was hard to the touch, but looked like parchment.

He opened it slowly, and the next moment the original brown paper turned into blue-gray, like some kind of metal.

Immediately afterwards, a family tree slowly grew out.

That is a huge rose tree.

The branches and vines spread quickly.

Each rose is engraved with a name, but in an instant, the rose tree is like a vine.Occupy the entire table, but it hasn't stopped, it's still growing.

"Oh! Merlin's beard poked me."

On the high wall, a portrait of the headmaster suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud cry.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dippet." Growing roses pressed against the portrait.

It made the previous headmaster of Dumbledore exclaim.

"Son, is this your family?" another principal asked.

"Yes, Headmaster Deventer." Dai Lisi Deventer, the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

A famous witch in the wizarding world.

In order to devote herself wholeheartedly to helping the wounded, she gave up the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"The Rozier family?"

Another portrait made a sound.

Owen raised his head when he heard the sound, and then he saw the wizard who was somewhat similar to Sirius.

Phineas Nigellus Black.

Great-great-great-grandfather of Sirius.

He was the first headmaster to graduate from Slytherin House.

Strong pride in Slytherin and later the second Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape.

However, his reputation was extremely bad, and he was called the most annoying headmaster ever by the little wizards.

But during his 59 years of tenure, the headmaster was not without achievements. Like Professor Dumbledore, he trained the first generation of Hogwarts Dark Lord in his hands.

Yes, that Hogwarts fifth-year transfer student got the dark power right under his nose.

"Yes sir." Owen said calmly.

"Hmph! Disrespectful brats, call them the principal, and call me sir?" Phineas glared at Owen fiercely with his cloudy eyes.

"Okay, Principal Black, I am a descendant of the Rozier family."

"Hmph, not only the descendants of the Rozier family, but also the descendants of Druella's sister." He seemed to have noticed a certain name on the family tree.

Owen also followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw the name in a cluster of flowers.

Deruella Rosier, next to a green leaf that says, Cygnus Black.

Belonging to the same branch as her was another unusually prominent name, Wenda Rozier.

And the branches above them correspond to two names,
Hodel Rozier.

Swan Rozier.

Underneath, his mother's name was impressively listed, and a name was woven out of golden stamens on a flower that was originally more gorgeous than other roses, Gabrielle Undini Rozier.

Eventually the flowers finally stopped growing.

It has finally grown a tip.

His name is also woven with the last rose, the stamen.

Owen Undine Rozier.

"."

To be honest, Owen really felt a little headache seeing such a huge family.

However, although his head was a mess of paste, he still quickly found a thread from the paste, and then he woke up to a direction.

He had a slight impression of the name Signus.

Seems to be the grandparents of Sirius.
I don't remember clearly, I'll ask later.

But if that's true, it doesn't mean that his mother and Sirius' father are of the same generation.

Then isn't he just like Ron, who is the same generation as Sirius?
(Ron's father is a generation older than his mother. So Arthur is Sirius' uncle and Molly is his cousin.)
Knock—what a mess!

We are both Harry Potter's uncles.
Depend on!
Hey - who would have thought of this.

Also, Sirius’ seniority is really low!
The little friend with him, James is two generations older than him, Professor Lupine doesn't know, but he must be higher than him.

And Harry—now that he was Sirius' godson, the seniority was even lower.

I picked up a nephew for nothing.
Ha ha.

"I didn't expect the bullshit that I used to brag to come true."

Before, because he boasted that he and Sirius were brothers in Azkaban, he chased Harry to call him his uncle.

No need to blow now.

He really became an uncle.

"Ahem - well, what should I do now?" As he said this, Owen looked at the federation liaison officer with some confusion.

But who ever thought of it.

That pair of blurred eyes, more than his eyes.

"Forehead--"

"Idiot, drip your blood onto the flower engraved with your name." On the ceiling, the headmaster Black looked at Owen as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Are you really a member of that family?"

"Don't you know the common sense of pure-blood families like this?"

"My tameow's illegitimate child." Owen directly blew himself up on the truck, and replied angrily.

I'm a country boy, so how can I understand the rules of your pure-blood family's high-walled compound?

As he spoke, he stretched out his left index finger, and then looked at the portrait on the ceiling with suspicion, "That Principal Black, are you sure it's blood? Isn't this some evil ritual of selling one's soul?"

"That's enough." Sirius' great-great-grandfather stared at Owen with a beard, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, not a dark wizard of Azkaban."

"Don't worry, child, this is not an evil ritual." At this time, another portrait said, it was Principal Delise Derwent, "This is the family's way of confirming the true heir. Every family is different, but the more... Ancient families are more related to blood.

You can look carefully at your family tree and see if some of the flowers are different from others. "

"different?"

With the guidance of Principal Delise Derwent, Owen looked carefully again and found that they were both roses.

But there are two fairly distinct differences in rose size and color on family trees.

One is a small rose like a rose, and the color is lighter.

These make up the majority.

Others, which are rare in number, have huge petals and brighter colors, like bleeding roses, stand proudly among the other roses.

(End of this chapter)