I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 236 The Iron Curtain
Outside the stands, in the huge pyramid-shaped steel jungle.

On that viewing platform.

Suddenly, a group of people came into the sight of the little wizard.

Behind Barty Crouch, the Malfoy family walked in.

Lucius smiled, changed the proud attitude of the Malfoy family before, and kindly shook hands with every 'big man' present.

Except for Sirius who didn't give him face at all, everyone else, including Dumbledore, smiled back.

Then more and more pure-blood family representatives appeared in that box.

The Lestrange family in France, the Burke family, the Burster family, the Parkinson family, and the Yaxley family.

Many ancient families that some people thought were extinct have appeared.

Miss Granger's face darkened.

She looked at those people indifferently.

He pursed his lips and sneered.

Outside, most of the murderous executioners come from these families, those Death Eaters - they may not have killed a few people together with their crazy brethren.

But have also eaten 'human' meat.

Maybe even dipped a potato in blood and licked it.

And about the most conspicuous family among that group of people - Lestrange.

Miss Granger was quite impressed.

Eyes burning.

"About Lestrange, I only thought it was the Riddle's dog. As soon as the master raised his hand, the dog barked.

This is indeed not the case at first glance—" Owen's voice sounded behind her like a ghost.

He and Granger looked at the tall viewing platform together.

Those newcomers are naturally not qualified to sit side by side with the principals of several major magic schools and the Minister of Magic.

They are all kind, sitting in the back row dressed in human skin.

Smiling--like an iron curtain falling.

Every time a pure-blood family sits down, the Iron Curtain rises.

When all the pure-blood families are seated, the Iron Curtain is already taller and bigger than this stadium that can accommodate 10 people.

It was piled up with the blood and skulls of mortals.

Daunting terror permeates.It was so depressing that I couldn't breathe.

"I can't tell why the Del's dogs here suddenly turned into people? Or have they always been people and just like to keep dogs.

Can you tell the difference? "

Owen said jokingly.

His voice was louder than the shouts of a hundred thousand spectators.

It reached Miss Granger's ears clearly.

She understood another meaning in Owen's words.

She couldn't see clearly whether it was the power that protected them, or whether they benevolently gave it to them.

Silence - after a long time, she finally couldn't help but couldn't see through it, and asked the question in a whisper.

"Why?" Her face was heavy, and there seemed to be a storm in her heart, "Why can they act like it never happened?"

"Obviously so many people died——"

"The answer is simple." Owen looked at her. "Look through your textbooks and read "A History of Magic."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, looking at him with a frown.

"Ever heard of Genesis?" He changed his voice, leading Miss Granger's thoughts elsewhere.

"This magnificent and shocking masterpiece covers the top of the Sistine Chapel, including "Dividing Light and Darkness", "Creation of Sun, Moon and Grass", "Sacrifice of Noah" and "Great Flood".

The Sistine has a fence since ancient times. During worship or festivals, on one side are clergy and nobles announcing the apocalypse, and on the other side are commoners listening, praying, and accepting the free indulgences given to them by God.

The former looked up at the Sistine. All he could see in his field of vision were the miracles created by God. He stood on the other side of the fence and looked up at the dome——

Human suffering is everywhere. "

"As in - A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.

Stand on the fence and look up at the dome.

————The suffering of wizards is everywhere! "

"Huh-" A heavy gasp came from Blake's private room.

Miss Granger looked a little pale.

She was suffocating.

He raised his head and looked around at the luxurious decorations all around him.

She couldn't help but close her eyes.

Then he got up, walked to the stands, grabbed the fence with both hands, and looked up.

The summer evening breeze was not chilly at all.

She even felt warm.

Look up at the dome.

Can't See - "God Divides Light and Darkness"

Invisible - "Creating the Sun, Moon, Grass and Trees"

Unseen - "Noah's Sacrifice"

Invisible - "Flood"

All that can be seen is the cloudless summer, and the eternally shining stars in the black cloth-like sky!
For an instant.

Some kind of seed fell into her heart.

Immediately afterwards, the seeds began to grow wildly at a daunting speed.In an instant, those once-verbal jokes became established history!

"What's wrong with her?" Ron muttered, turning to Harry.

"I don't know—" Harry said silently, he felt that his heart seemed to be blocked by something, which made him a little uncomfortable, but in the final analysis, he didn't know what it was.

"Shh! Don't talk!" Owen said kindly: "The great Minister Granger is thinking about the future layout of the magical world!"

"Tonight is fate's night."

"Only she will confront the Lord directly!"

"What?" Ron rubbed his head, still full of doubts.

"I said," Owen smiled slightly: "The game is about to start!"

----

His voice just fell.

A voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the packed stadium.

His voice echoed over their heads, loudly to every corner of the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to come! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the stadium seemed to be shaken.

As far as the eye can see from the stands, thousands of flags are waving at the same time, accompanied by the sound of the national anthem in a mess. (Tucao wizard again for singing the national anthem for Mao?)
The scene was really lively.

On the blackboard across from them, the last line of advertisements (Bibi's multi-flavored beans—every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stadium stands was a neat bright red square formation, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

In the box, Mr. Weasley looked at Owen with a heavy expression, and then turned his eyes to Hermione.

The other two children might not be able to hear it, but he—although some of the profound words even he didn't quite understand, after all, he didn't know much about Muggle history, and he didn't know what the Sistine Chapel was.

But from those words, he heard some danger signals.

"Huh—" Mr. Weasley exhaled, the group of children were still young.

You may have a thousand or ten thousand thoughts, but you will forget all of them when you wake up tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, maybe—maybe they will go back to the state they were fighting around just now.

"Wonder what they brought." Mr. Weasley changed his mood and leaned out of his seat.

"Huh? It turned out to be Veela!"

"Vela?"

At this time, one hundred Veela had already slid onto the arena.

Why is their skin glowing brightly and softly like the moon, and their hair is fluttering behind their heads without the wind... At this moment, the music started.

In an instant, the minds of all the wizards went blank, and they only had one feeling left, which was joy.

Nothing in the world mattered, as long as they could keep looking at the Veela, because if they stopped dancing, something terrible would happen...

As the veela moves faster and faster, wild, shapeless thoughts begin to whirl through the bewildered minds of the audience.

"They are so beautiful!" Harry exclaimed.

Of course he knew what a Veela was.

Hermione had told them about it.

That Beauxbatons Fleur has Veela blood.

It has to be said that Veela are indeed quite beautiful, with pairs of dreamy green big eyes filled with a kind of wildness from nature.

The soft and full red lips opened and closed as if inviting, and the exquisite facial features were like the exquisite carvings of God, on their beautiful, fair, delicate and exotic faces.

Their faces are not sharp-edged like Westerners, nor soft and majestic like Easterners.The beauty of Veela is in view of the difference between the two, so no matter where you are on the earth, no matter what kind of race you stand here, you will be amazed at the beauty of Veela.

Besides, they still have figures comparable to devils.

With round and slender jade legs, thin and smooth calves, soft jade arms like snow lotus roots, and delicate, smooth, delicate and jade-like ice muscles and jade bones, a beauty of this level cannot be said to be a man.

Women like it too!

"It's quite beautiful." Owen sat lazily on the chair, and at some point, a small table appeared in front of him.

Mineral water with melon seeds and peanuts is already on the table.

Then he took out a Galleon miserly and hired Dobby for one night.

Let him go to London now to buy some snacks.
'boom! ' With a sound, Dobby twisted the space and left the box.

While he's free, Dobby loves his job, so Owen can rehire him anytime, anywhere.

"But what makes me curious is, Harry, why are you so calm?" He asked, looking up at Harry after finishing Dobby.

"Calm?" Harry wondered, his eyebrows knitting together. "What's the meaning?"

"Look at Ron!" Owen stretched out a finger lazily

Harry turned his head to look at his good brother.

At this time, Ron was leaning on the fence with both hands in disgrace, looking at the dancing veela below with fiery head, and his body was in the posture of diving from the diving board.

If Hermione hadn't raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head, then kicked him on the calf.

The pain brought him back to his senses briefly, and Harry was absolutely sure that Ron would jump off the stands.

Then Harry turned his gaze elsewhere.

The Weasley twins looked better than their younger brother. Although they were also stunned, they did not leave their seats.

Harry noticed that the two of them were wearing a pair of pink sunglasses with lenses that looked like they were polished with colorful gemstones.

Very weird.

It doesn't look like it belongs to either of them at all.

That's kind of like——

"The idea provided by Luna." Owen answered him, "The charm of Veela is a kind of spiritual magic. They can cast spells on wizards through their eyes, and this is a talent that cannot be controlled independently. "

"Mr. Xenophilius (Luna's father) seems to have rich experience in preventing Veela from invading the brain. He invented a kind of glasses that can effectively resist their magic."

Owen looked at Gemini: "But unfortunately, their mass-produced version doesn't seem to be effective enough!"

"As for you?" He turned to look at Harry again.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed that the spirit belonging to Voldemort that existed in Harry's body had undergone some kind of change.

It might be that guy Tom has accumulated some weird powers.

It strengthened Harry mentally in some way.

But the other party bound him more tightly to Harry's own soul.

Harry could have guessed this from his reaction to smashing Salazar's locket at Black's ancestral home.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but no matter what, Harry has no right to choose. He can only take one step at a time.

"I don't feel any psychic magic." Harry scratched his head, wondering why Ron and the Twins reacted so strongly.

Although those Veela are indeed beautiful.

But being pretty can't be eaten, he would rather learn one more spell.

"And you, you look quite normal."

Suddenly, she grabbed one of her sons back from the fence with one hand. Hermione who turned her head slammed her mouth loudly, then leaned on the fence, folded her hands on her chest, and looked at Owen with a smile that was not a smile.

"Occlumency, dear, Occlumency!" Owen grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth, saying vaguely: "In our business, the secrets in your head are the most valuable, and anything can be hacked. Look at it, it’s just the little inventory in my head that doesn’t work.

There are dozens of gigabytes of seeds. Ahem—I mean, it’s not good to know too much. "

"Occlumency?" asked Hermione suspiciously, she had heard of that magic.

Learning difficulty is quite high.

"Of course, this is mainly because of the group of succubi - uh - not - Veela, yes - Veela, the dance is too conservative, and the clothes - tsk tsk - although the tulle is very hazy and beautiful - But believe me, this is not the right place.

The hazy artistic conception prevented them from leaking anything.

At least there should be some exposure in this kind of scene!
leg?arm?Back or something!

Besides, the clothing should be--ahem--black stockings--you know, sorry--I forgot, you may really not understand, it's just a waste of--this figure.

Blue people like black.

Or a white silk suspender skirt or something?
And there is also a problem with the dance. In a stadium of 10 people, no matter how you do it, you should not dance this weak dance, you should dance hot!

Hmmmm - that kind of exciting dance is suitable for this kind of occasion!

At that time - I guess it's time for me to practice Occlumency again. "He said sincerely.

His eyes were full of sincerity.

He pointed out the product's shortcomings and asked for updates.For this kind of behavior of focusing on market pain points and expanding the enterprise market, Mengxin will give him a thumbs up, and the old driver has already pulled out the panoramic binoculars and aimed at the explosive point of the product.

"Hehe—" Hermione said with a smile, "What an amazing wish."

"Sometimes I really wonder if you are schizophrenic and have a double-triple personality."

She looked at Owen flatly.

Sometimes this guy is so cruel and horrible, it's like choking you so that you can't breathe.

Sometimes, he is like a wise man, who can say a lot of meaningful words casually, and his words are all to protect the weak.

Sometimes, he is glib, running the train with his mouth full of words, neither a word of truth nor a word of lie, he deliberately teases your emotions with truth and falsehood, and makes you half dead.

She had never seen such a complex wizard.

That guy is unique, there is no one like him in the past, present or future.

Unique charm.

That's why she
Thinking about it, Miss Granger suddenly blushed.

She immediately turned around, leaving only her back to everyone.

"?"

Not even angry?
Owen was a little puzzled, and then he stuffed the beef patty on the side into his mouth, and chewed it 'bajibaji'.

strange!
The off-site music ends slowly.

The gym was filled with angry roars and people were reluctant to leave the Veela.

Many people have their souls taken away.

Generally speaking, this magical animal originates from a country near Bulgaria and can be combined with wizards.

This is also one of the important supporting evidences for the theory of human-magical-animal hybridization and the origin of wizards.

Wizards believed that they lived in forests, lakes, mountains and clouds.

As an elf, Veela possesses a powerful talent for transformation.

They can turn into swans, horses, eagles, snakes or wolves, but they are still the most seductive in their human form.

Some of them had long hair, some had curly hair, some were blonde, some were platinum and silver.

In human form, they were beautiful young women who danced under the moon on Midsummer Night in tulle.

Men and women who are infatuated with them will forget everything in the world and will not eat, drink or sleep.

Although women will not be affected by Veela's magic - but - sisters - these damn little goblins have grown up like this, so why are they divided into genders?

Take the lead in the charge!
They are generally very friendly to humans, treating diseases and predicting for humans.

If you see a satisfactory human male, you can also marry him and live happily together.

But Veela has a big temper, and they won't stand being cheated on.

Especially those who do not keep their promises, they will punish them severely.

Despite this, there are still many witches and wizards who wish to marry a Veela, or to own a Veela.
"And now," Ludo Bagman's voice bellowed, "raise your wand in the air...welcome the Mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then - just a sound.

A huge green and gold thing flew into the stadium like a giant comet.

It flew around the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward a set of goal posts.

Suddenly an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls.

The crowd erupted in exclamations of "ouch, ouch" as if they were watching a fireworks display.

(End of this chapter)