I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 217 The first day of summer vacation begins with adventure

The first day of summer vacation.

Owen was woken up early in the morning by a rapid knock on the door.

Then he heard Dobby's voice.

When he turned his head and hoped to fall asleep again, there was another voice on the stairs.

It was someone's footsteps.

Then there was the sound of his door being opened.

"Mr. Sanchez hasn't woken up yet!" Dobby's high-pitched voice reached Owen's ears briskly with joy.

"Look~~~"

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"hu~hu~"

Owen on the bed took a heavy breath.

His eyes trembled violently.

Then he finally couldn't hold it any longer and opened it.

Get up from the bed and roar: "I'm sick! Is it sick!!! What are you doing so early in the morning!"

Angry howls filled the room.

Then he saw a person standing in front of the door besides Dobby.

The man had a gray beard, half-moon-shaped glasses, and a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea, making people sink in and unable to extricate themselves.

"Hey! I didn't expect you to like such a style."

Hearing the sound, Owen quickly used the quilt to cover his kuchazi, which was embroidered with failed Man.

Then, suppressing the embarrassment in my heart, I said, "I usually don't wear bitter tea at home."

"Well, what do you want me to do, Professor?"

"I'll send you a letter in the morning, but" the old principal picked up the breakfast prepared for him on the table in the room, a glass of fresh milk, he took a sip, and then nodded with satisfaction, "If you add more sugar alright."

"But you don't seem to have received it."

"How could I receive it this early in the morning?" Owen complained and stared at Dumbledore, completely unaware that the sun was now hanging high in the sky, and the light shining into the house was almost a line.This is when the sun's angle is at its highest.

"Okay, get up!" he said.

"Ready for an adventure."

"???"

"Adventure? What adventure? Who would go on an adventure on the first day of summer vacation!"

Owen, full of questions, slowly climbed out of bed, took a shower, changed into more casual clothes, and ate some leftover rice.

In depression, he followed Lao Dengtou to apparate and left his warm home.

When his vision became clear again, he realized that his current location seemed to be on the beach.

The cold sea breeze blows his hair, and the distant sky, the winter sun brings a faint, warm temperature, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Much like England near the Channel of France.

Because the coastline there is full of cliffs hundreds of meters high.

"This is?"

Owen looked around curiously.

But they found that someone had arrived here early and was waiting for them.

"Hi! Owen!" Harry walked over cheerfully.

He happily held Owen's hand, "I would have known that I wouldn't have said goodbye yesterday."

On the other side, Sirius was also standing on the edge of the cliff, and Kreacher was walking with him.

Got it - Owen immediately knew where he was now.

Where are they now?

".Why are you even here?"

Apart from these people, the thing that Owen couldn't accept the most was why Hermione was there.

If Harry is because of Sirius, then what about Hermione?

Why is she there?

"The future Minister of Magic! It's always good to have more knowledge." Professor Dumbledore said flatly, as if under his tireless advocacy, he also believed that Hermione would become the Minister of Magic.

Of course, this is the old principal!
From the reason he said, the truth must be ruled out first.

When Owen noticed that Dumbledore's inexplicable eyes turned from him and Hermione, the truth of everything was clearly visible.

What's wrong with you, the principal?

Is it okay to be so idle every day?
Owen, who deeply despised this kind of behavior, said in a deep voice, "What are we going to do?"

"Take Master home. I want to take Master Regulus home." Kreacher replied hoarsely with a bullfrog-like voice, which made him look quite nervous and looked like a crazy elf.

But both Owen and the people around him knew that it wasn't crazy, it just loved its little master.

"We will bring Regulus back." Dumbledore stared at Kreacher. "There is no doubt that he is a hero and deserves the honor a hero deserves."

After all, standing on the edge of the cliff, the old headmaster waved his wand slightly. Slowly, the stone under his feet trembled slightly. Then, under the blessing of the transformation technique, rows of people facing towards the cliff suddenly appeared on the edge of the [-]-degree cliff. down the stairs.

The staircase presents a zigzag shape, stretching from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff.

"Let's go!" he said.

Looking at this scene, both Harry and Hermione were shocked.

Several people stepped onto the stone steps with admiration for magic.

Each piece seemed to be the same height, as regular as a knife and an axe, and - looking down at the spreading stone steps, they were even more shocked.

This kind of transformation magic is definitely not something ordinary people can use.

As they gradually got closer to the sea surface, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. I don't know if it was because of Voldemort's magic, or because of the natural conditions here.The surrounding sea water was choppy, and Owen even saw several eddies and hidden reefs under the vortexes.

There will definitely be no ships coming to this damn place.He thought to himself.

"Fortunately, we're here in summer." Harry rubbed his arms, with a mixture of nervousness and anxiety on his face.

Arriving at the cave surface, a pungent salty smell surrounded the tips of their noses.The smell was particularly strong, and it didn't smell like the sea at all.

Because the sea water is constantly flowing, any smell will be diluted and washed away by the sea, and the strong salty smell must not gather here like it is now.

But neither Owen nor Dumbledore was surprised. After all, this is where Voldemort buried his Horcrux.

Some abnormalities are normal.

During the time when he came down the stone steps, Kreacher began to talk about the love and hatred between Regulus and Voldemort.

Harry and Hermione were shocked by the story of the brave Slater who betrayed Voldemort and took away the Dark Lord's treasure.

It's a bit shameful to say, but the two of them, especially Harry, have always believed that Slytherin was specially designed to train dark wizards!
They walked forward slowly along a narrow gap full of rocks under their feet. While talking, they looked around and soon came to a platform.

"Dead end?" Harry said doubtfully as he looked at the road surrounded by rock walls.

"Master, no." Kreacher said anxiously.

Since the few people came down, its whole face seemed to be radiant, and the joy on its face never stopped for a moment.He respected everyone more and more.

"It's just a cover-up." Owen glanced at the stone wall, "Think about it, if this is really the cemetery Voldemort chose for himself, how can it not be protected by magic?"

"Then—how do I open it?" Hermione asked curiously. She looked at Owen almost subconsciously. She didn't know when this instinctive inquiry had penetrated into her bone marrow. She always felt that that guy Owen knew He always knows the answer to everything, even if the question is so tricky that ordinary people think it is ridiculous.

Even, sometimes, she felt that Owen knew more than Dumbledore.

Seeing Hermione asking Owen a question, Dumbledore rarely explained to them, but looked at the child with a smile. He was also looking forward to whether Owen really knew the answer to the stone wall in front of him.

“Isn’t that written on the wall?”

Owen rolled his eyes at Hermione, "Thank you for reading so many books!"

"Write?" The little witch was taken aback, and looked blankly at the stone wall in front of her. Unfortunately, she didn't notice anything except the gray stone.

"Magic! It's magic! My Miss Granger. Voldemort has added magic!" Owen stretched out his wand, as if entering the back wall of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, and tapped it according to a certain pattern.

The invisible magic power penetrated into the wall following the sequence of his knocking, and gradually, many words suddenly appeared on the wall that was originally just stone.

Those are ancient runes.

They are intertwined with each other to form a huge mechanism.

"Do you understand?" Owen asked again.

"A small amount," Hermione said.

"Not bad, at least the book is not in vain, five points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger." Owen said jokingly.

"This is not at school." Hermione was a little unhappy. Did that guy treat her as a child?
"I know!" Owen chuckled, then looked at the wall again.

"That means, blood and magic power, which means, to enter, you must smear the blood that carries magic power."

"Oh! My dear senior Tom, his little tricks are always so simple and so idiotic." Owen said sarcastically, his hands already put into his pockets, rummaging around as if he was looking for something.

"What do you think is the use of such a mechanism that is sprinkled with blood?"

"Can it weaken the wizard?"

"No matter what, the bleeding can be stopped as soon as it returns to normal."

"Then why is he doing all this useless work?"

Owen was talking to himself, and the movements in his hands were speeding up, "In the final analysis, he is still deeply involved in the so-called symbol of mysticism. Anyone who intrudes will leave blood. This is just like those legendary stories. Those who are above, those who enter Something must be offered.

"Hmph, he really thinks of himself as a new myth."

"Oh! Found it!"

After saying that, Owen was about to take something out of his pocket.

In the meantime, someone beside him was faster than him.

That's Sirius.

He separated his palm with his wand, and then smeared the flowing blood on the wall.

The movements are done in one go, chic and heroic.

"Sirius" Harry slowly turned his head, looking at all this in disbelief, his face instantly turned pale, and he rushed to Sirius's side in panic.

On the other side of the "amount", Owen was holding a glass in his hand, and Owen, who had just uncorked the bottle, froze in place.

"What are you doing?" He faced Sirius and asked suspiciously.

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"You said you need magical blood? Then use mine." Sirius raised his head and gritted his teeth. "I deserve it."

Sirius said coldly, the guilt towards his brother made him subconsciously do such a thing.

When Zhang was about to open his mouth to comfort Harry, he saw the glass bottle in Owen's hand.

"What's that in your hand?"

The dark red liquid rolled back and forth in the transparent glass.

Come to think of it, it's definitely not red wine.
Suddenly the dog godfather realized that he might have done something stupid.

"A small jar of acromander blood, a precious magic ingredient. I have a lot—um—a lot!"

To be precise, he has as much information as a hill on Acromantula.

Including but not limited to, venom, blood, bones, claws, etc. These things are all gifts of nature, but the way of giving them is different, um - the price is also different.

As he said that, he silently kicked the bottle back into his pocket, "It is said that the Black family has a big business, spends money like water, and doesn't even blink an eye. Now it seems that this is completely slander!
They were not even willing to spend money to buy a bottle of Eight-Eyed Spider's blood, and actually chose to use their own blood instead!
What a fucking sting! "

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Sirius, who heard the sound, turned pale for a while.

He glared at Owen and roared: "Can you move faster from now on and finish your sentence at once!"

"I'll knock it! It's your own reckless act. It has nothing to do with me. But you just happened to have a bottle of ingredients left for me!"

"Do you know that this bottle is so precious, it's worth three or four Galleons!"

"I'll give you five hundred Galleons. Throw me all the blood in your pocket!" Sirius roared again.

Cover up his embarrassing face!

"Okay, I think this is enough." Dumbledore looked at the changing wall and said softly, "The effect is very obvious."

"The blood of human wizards is better than that of magical creatures." He gave the steps.

But Owen didn't care. He raised his head and shouted: "Ah! Yes, yes!"

"you!"

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Blood splashed on the wall in an instant.

Then the wall suddenly looked like collapsed building blocks, pieces slowly falling away, and then a path appeared.

It was a cave entrance, and there was a faint darkness in front of it.

"The ultimate fluorescent sparkle."

A ball of light flew out of Dumbledore's wand and flew into the sky.It turned into a small sun, illuminating this area brightly.

Then Owen also took out his wand, the tip of the wand lit up fluorescently, and followed the old principal in.

The others followed in the same way.

After walking a few steps along a mountain road, everyone suddenly saw a bright light.

At this moment, they were standing on the shore of a huge black lake.

The lake is so wide that it stretches as far as the eye can see, and you can't even look up to see the other side.

"This is right here, Master Regulus is under this lake, oh! Poor Master, Kreacher is here to take you home, Kreacher is here to take you home!" Looking at the big black lake, Kreacher Suddenly it howled in pain and knelt on the ground, sobbing continuously.It felt like I wanted to cry out all the sadness I had felt over the past few decades.

"Regulus is under this lake?" Sirius followed. He stood by the lake, looking deeply at the lake.

"Yes! Why do you want to jump into the lake?" Owen rolled his eyes at this reckless Gryffindor, "I suggest you first find a stone and throw it into the water to hear the sound!
Do things with your brain first, then your body! "

"That's much better than moving your mouth first!" Sirius glanced at him, then panted.

"Hey, I have such a bad temper, what's wrong with my moving mouth? I have a mouth, why am I different? Besides, if I move my mouth, I will only lose some saliva at most, but someone will lose his life." Not convinced. Owen continued to ramble and sarcastically.

Dumbledore on the side looked plain.

Because he knew that the child in front of him was actually warning him not to impulsively enter the lake with the tone most suitable for Sirius.

If it was normal, Sirius would have already swooped down the lake at this time.

The intense guilt towards his brother may have left him with no time to think.

Besides, he is a person who doesn't like to use his head.

As for Owen, he can always find the most suitable way to establish contact with the other person, and with a few simple words, he can completely clear away some of the other person's dangerous thoughts.

Harry pulled Sirius's sleeves nervously. He was really afraid that his godfather would swoop into the green lake.

Even if his brain is not very easy to use, he can guess that there is absolutely nothing good going on down there.

"Go ahead." At this time, Dumbledore suggested: "Kreacher mentioned the island in the center of the lake and the stone altar that was originally used to store the Horcruxes. If Regulus died there, then That island should be closest to his current location."

"Follow me, remember, don't step into the water." He reminded several young wizards.

Seeing that Dumbledore was so cautious, Hermione couldn't help becoming nervous.

She hurriedly followed behind Owen.

Her hands were so awkward that she didn't know where to put them. She grabbed the boy's arm, but she was also a little worried.
In front of him, Owen, who was being watched, noticed the strong gaze behind him.

He turned his head and saw Hermione's eyes.

"Stains—"

"Come on, come on, I'll lend you this arm." He stretched out his left hand and gave it to Hermione very generously.

"One Galleon per hour, thanks for your patronage! Monthly and yearly subscription services are acceptable, one-time payment of [-], and a warm sense of security will be brought home."

"Choose Sanchez's wrist to give you the most secure protection."

"Hogwarts famous brand, three years old, trustworthy"

"Um - don't hold on so tightly." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a heavy weight on his left hand. "I can't run!"

Her two hands were like huge pincers, locking Owen's arm.

It seems to be afraid that this hard-won sense of security will suddenly disappear.

"Just-I'm afraid I'll run away."

The girl's faint voice was softer than the sound of a rose falling into the water.

No one noticed her thoughts at this moment.

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Ahead, Dumbledore made his way around the shore of the lake, with the others following closely behind him.

Their footsteps echoed on the narrow rocks by the lake.

As we kept walking forward, time gradually passed, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all: on one side was the rough cave wall, on the other side was the endless, black lake surface as smooth as a mirror, with the mysterious green light shining in the center of the lake.

No one spoke, and the place and the silence were oppressive and disturbing.

(End of this chapter)