I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 260 Hey, we’re in a meeting!

"Godric Gryffindor," said Hermione.

"???"

"What?" Owen staggered, his left hand leaning on the handrail lost strength, and he staggered a few steps towards the covered bridge. After steadying his steps, he immediately turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

"I say!" Hermione took a deep breath, looked at Owen, and then said word by word, "I-accept-accept-g-lan-fin-do-trial."

"I lost it!" Owen looked Hermione up and down, his eyes were full of disbelief, "This—"

Does telling a lie a thousand times become the truth?

"What Gryffindor? What trial? What are you talking about!" Miss Granger's two pendants on the side asked anxiously.

They scratched their heads, and their strong curiosity was overflowing.

Owen, on the other hand, looked at Hermione very seriously. After confirming that the girl had not lied to him, he explained: "Okay, I won't talk about how you got the password to the principal's office, but - The Gryffindor sword on his bookshelf is actually just a decoration, the real sword isn't there?"

"Isn't Dumbledore's password the best guess?" Hermione smacked her lips. "So where is the real thing?"

"Where I don't tell you, you'll never find it." Owen regained his footing, "Follow me." Then, he reached out and grabbed Hermione's arm.

The two ran towards the castle one after the other.

"Wait a moment!"

Behind the two of them, the heart-piercing voices of questioning were still coming and going.

"So what exactly is the test?"

"What sword of Gryffindor?"

"Is Hermione really the heir of Gryffindor?"

"My God! Tell us!"

It's a pity that the two of them didn't catch up after all.

Owen pulled Hermione quickly through the corridor.

Little Hogwarts wizards in the past have long been familiar with it.On the contrary, the young wizards from other schools looked sideways at them one by one.

Miss Granger followed behind him.

The hair that had been smoothed just now was loose again.

The air is filled with a special rose scent.

It is clearly a castle where winter is approaching, but suddenly spring is rippling.

She lowered her head and silently followed behind Owen. The two of them climbed the stone steps together, passed through two oak doors, and stepped on the marble spiral staircase along the countless memories of the past.

For some reason, she suddenly had the idea of ​​casting an infinite stretching spell on the stone steps, maybe this would prolong their journey.

5 minute later.

There is an end to everything, and they came to a certain corridor on the third floor.

Walking through the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Owen noticed Moody removing the wooden leg from his own leg.Next to his desk sits a brand new metal prosthetic.

He is changing.

yeah?
Cyberpunk?

Owen was a little surprised, but he didn't stop, and soon there was a huge ugly stone monster in their field of vision.

"Lemon ice cream!" he said confidently.

But the stone monster didn't respond.

"Huh? The password?" Immediately, he turned his head to look at Miss Granger behind him, "Guys! Password!"

"Bloody bloody lollipop!"

Hermione blushed, faltered, and spoke in a very small voice.

"?"

"No response?" Owen looked at the stone monster.

It's a pity that even if it is a new password, it still does not respond at all.

"This—" At this moment, Miss Granger finally came back to her senses. She raised her eyes from the soles of her feet, and looked at the stone monster in front of her suspiciously. "A few days ago."

"Old Deng must have changed the password again!" Owen affirmed. He supported his chin, pursed his mouth, and rolled his eyes.

What will Old Deng use as a new password?
He thought to himself, not paying attention, while he still held Miss Granger's arm.

"When did you sneak into the principal's office?"

"Me?" Hearing this, Hermione felt a little embarrassed. Her incident of breaking into the principal's office a few nights ago was about to be exposed.

It—it made her a little embarrassed.

The image of a good student at Hogwarts that she has always created always collapses in front of this guy.

"A few days ago," Miss Granger hesitated. "At that time, wizards from other schools had not yet arrived at Hogwarts."

"Does that mean that he changed the password after that person came?" Owen's eyes lit up. "The answer is already obvious."

He raised his head and smiled confidently.

Blinking at Hermione, she immediately raised her head and said, "Godric's Hollow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster suddenly came alive and jumped aside. The wall behind it was split in two.Behind the wall is a spiral staircase that is slowly moving upwards, like an escalator.

"Oh! I knew it, I knew it, it's too easy to guess." He said and stepped up with Hermione.

Then, there was a loud bang from behind, and the wall closed again.

"Why is the password Godric's Hollow?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "Isn't that Harry's home?"

"You don't understand." Owen said, blinking his eyes, "There are many interesting things happening in that valley."

"About the love and hate of the old principal."

"I'll tell you when I have time."

Looking at the boy who was gradually rising up in front of her, Hermione said softly, with a voice only she could hear, "Okay!"

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At the top of the stairs they saw a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Without saying a word, Owen pushed the door open and entered.

After realizing it, Hermione originally wanted to hold him back, she should have knocked on the door first anyway.
"Albus, with regard to North America, Ilvermorny has reached the verge of getting out of control. Deathborns and scavengers are becoming more and more rampant, but the Magic Council has put all its energy on archaeological ancient ruins.

Queenie was forced to return to the Magic Congress, and now there are too few wizards on our side. "

Ms. Eulali's voice was particularly harsh in the principal's office.

Her voice was full of worry, something was beyond her control.

"There is one more thing, very important, me"

"Ahem!" Just as Ms. Eulalie continued to speak, Dumbledore suddenly coughed lightly, "We have guests here."

After saying that, the oak door of the principal's office was pushed open.

Then Owen rushed in with a head.

"Hi principals!" He said casually, "Yo, it's a meeting!"

While speaking, Owen walked towards the shelf leaning against the corner.

Feel free, like coming home.

The Sorting Hat seemed to be dozing off, the whole hat was up and down, and it seemed that his breathing should be very steady.

"Professor. Morning. Good morning." Hermione stood restrainedly by the table in the room covered with all kinds of shiny silverware.

In the office, the three principals arrived together with Grindelwald.The eyes of the professors fell on her the moment she walked into the office.

The sudden surge of pressure made her speechless.

Especially Dumbledore - the headmaster looked at her strangely.

That kind of half-smile made her a little overwhelmed.

"Professor!" At this time, Owen walked to the bookshelf, reached out and picked up the sorting hat, then turned and walked away, "Lend me the hat."

Regardless of whether Old Deng agrees or not, anyway, he has turned around and is ready to lead Hermione away.

"Take it!" When the two came to the oak door again.

Dumbledore's voice came. "Oh! By the way, Miss Granger."

Suddenly he called Hermione's name, "When will you send back my decorations, without that sword, my bookshelf looks empty."

"Er—professor." Miss Granger, who had already stepped out of the office door, stopped staggeringly, and then looked back at Dumbledore with an expression uglier than crying. "Professor—you—you know."

"Oh! Didn't the little wizards say that I know everything?" The old headmaster joked, "Actually, I just have more eyes and ears."

He stood up from his seat.

He was dressed in colorful and gorgeous clothes, full of mysterious ancient and powerful symbols. With a flick of his sleeves, a few fruits of unknown plants appeared in his palm, and then he sent them to Phoenix Fox.

The radiant phoenix lowered its head, pecked at the fruit in his hand, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

— got it — Miss Granger got it right away.

It was the phoenix who told Dumbledore about her infiltration into the office.

"Professor - you - are you going to fire me?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Sneak into the principal's office to steal important treasures.

Not to mention a magic school, even a Muggle school, such a school will not only be expelled, but will also be handed over to the police.

Therefore, if Dumbledore fired her because of this incident, Hermione would completely understand.

"Oh! No—of course not." Dumbledore leaned against the corner of the table and said kindly, "Little wizards are adventurous, I can understand. But what I want to say is that if you find anything strange in the castle You should tell the principal if you want something, right?"

"...This." Hermione understood that the old headmaster blamed them for not telling him about the underground secret room.

But - the new professor of alchemy should be sent by him, how could he not know?

"I hope I can learn the whole story from your mouths. Do you understand?" The old headmaster continued, "I hope you will always remember that there are many professors behind you, and you should never face danger alone."

"Yes, Professor. I see." Miss Granger nodded with her eyes down. Considering the dangers they have experienced in the past few years, every time they seemed to assume that Dumbledore knew absolutely, but they never thought about it. Tell him in advance.

Such students are probably a bit of a headache.

"Professor, I... I'll send the Gryffindor sword - the one from that night - right away."

She buried her head in her shaggy hair.

Shame made her unable to look up and meet the headmaster's eyes.

As for Irving - oh!He's thick-skinned and he's fine.

He could even lick his face, look back at the configuration in the office, and joke around unscrupulously.

"Are the four of you in a meeting?"

His eyes flicked across the faces of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Eulalie Hicks, and Orim Maxim.

"Aren't you - aren't you weird?"

"It's really broad-minded, regardless of previous suspicions, just smile to wipe away all grievances, right?"

He grinned and gave thumbs up to all the wizards in the room: "As expected of a legendary wizard standing at the top of the wizard's pyramid, this chest muscle—the chest is worth learning for a young wizard for a lifetime."

"Oh—one more thing."

"Huh?" In the room, Grindelwald suddenly turned his head, with a pair of heterochromatic eyes and a dull expression, and his eyes fell on Owen.

"Okay! Let's talk." Then, he turned his head and pulled Hermione up and ran away.

Hey - it's so exciting to jump repeatedly on the edge of being beaten! ! !

With the outside of the principal's office, the noisy voice gradually faded away.

The tense faces of the four bosses in the office relaxed.

"Hehe—this kid is a bit naughty." Dumbledore said calmly.

Looking at him with a serious look, it seems that nothing happened just now.

"Professor Yulali, please continue."

"I..." Yu Lali, whose thoughts were interrupted, took a deep breath, trying not to look at Mr. Grindelwald who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed.

The kid was right.

It's really weird that they have a meeting together.

Who would have thought that one day the former mortal enemies would sit together and be forced to fight against a more powerful enemy.

After a while, Professor Yulali, who had adjusted her mood, continued, "The Magic Congress discovered a mysterious ancient wizard relic in New Mexico 17 years ago."

Her voice is heavy and serious.

This made the office, which was still relaxed just now, dignified again.

On the wall, the portraits of the headmaster pretending to be asleep also opened their eyes sporadically, pricking up their ears to hear the anecdote she was about to tell next.

"Albus." She raised her head, frowning, "It's about a story called 'Successor'."

"About ancient magic, the gift of the gods."

"Ah?" The old principal was surprised for a second. He glanced at the indifferent Grindelwald and found that the other party had opened his eyes.

"Ancient times." A smile gradually appeared on Dumbledore's face, which Professor Eulalie didn't seem to notice.

She spent a long time explaining the relationship between ancient wizards, warlocks and gods, and told the other three that there is a magical power in this world that can only be observed by specific wizards.And the wizard who mastered that magic power will become the successor of the ancient gods called the heir.

And that person will take responsibility for protecting the world.

In short, she talked a lot, and there were even many words that were inconsistent with the beginning and the end.

Because the ancient ruins have been seriously damaged.The Magic Congress can only compile some fragmented information, and then use its own imagination to tell a story.

"The scavengers have seriously threatened the safety of Ilvermorny in order to compete for the heir."

"Wait." Dumbledore finally said after listening for a long time, "You mean, that child, Coatle Stuart, can see traces of ancient magic?"

"Yes, only she can see, a mysterious magical power that can increase the power of wizards' spells, and can also pass on many ancient spells that have been lost in modern times." Professor Yulali said worriedly.

"So, I mean, after she arrived at Hogwarts, does the ancient magic you mentioned exist in the castle here?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"This - she didn't say that." Professor Eulalie responded, "Ancient magic is quite rare, and the Magic Congress has only discovered one in New Mexico so far."

Professor Yulali's voice fell.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other.

From each other's eyes, they saw doubts.

In fact, quite the opposite, ancient magic is everywhere in the world.

The ancient magic that was inherited from ancient times and claimed to be gods exists in almost all areas where there are legends of gods.

It should be thought about, after all, gods are everywhere.

Then the girl that Professor Yulali mentioned—this is a little troublesome.

If what she saw was not ancient magic, after all, the Magic Council had never been exposed to real ancient magic.

So what did she see?
That's what Dumbledore was worried about.

In the wizarding world, if you find something that only you can see, it's usually not a good sign.

"Gellert" Dumbledore frowned and looked at Grindelwald.

He had a hunch that there was a huge secret hidden in that girl.Not ancient magic by any means, but other, darker secrets.

Grindelwald, who was meditating on the chair beside him, opened his eyes.

In his hand, he holds a palm-sized skeleton hookah in the shape of a human skull.

Mouth smoke constantly.

At the end of this skeleton, there is a long straw made of snakeskin.

He exhales.

A cloud of smoke like water vapor slowly rose up.

Then, the smoke in the sky turned from nothingness to solidification.Like a scene from a pensieve.

A sea of ​​thorns and flowers appeared above the office.

In the sea of ​​flowers, there is a person kneeling.

It was very vague, but I could vaguely see that it was a person.

At this time, Grindelwald finally spoke, "As for ancient magic, leave it to Victor. Everyone knows this magic."

"As for the purgers you mentioned?"

The Dark Lord looked down at Professor Yulali, "Let them come!"

"It just saves us from searching one by one."

The Cleaners, the craziest group of dark wizards on the North American continent.

Prior to 1693, there was no wizarding government on that continent, nor was there a Magical Congress.

At that time, the dark wizards who were suppressed in Europe flocked to this hot land.

The realm of vigor and vitality is still in sight.

After the outbreak of the Salem Witch Trial in 1693, the National Federation of Wizards could no longer bear the wanton manipulation of Muggles by black wizards. With strong support from Europe, many representatives of the Rubik's Cube community in North America were elected to jointly formulate Law, and soon the Magical Congress of America was formed.

Their first task was to arrest and execute the Purifiers who had betrayed their own kind.

But it wasn't easy, and in fact the original Magic Council was woefully understaffed, starting with just a dozen Aurors. (One of these was Harry's ancestor, Abraham Potter)

In the end, only two of the twelve Aurors lived to old age safely.

One can imagine how cruel the war was at the beginning.

And the battle with the scavengers and their descendants has never stopped on the North American continent.

It can be said that they are not much better than the Death Eaters.

And now, Hogwarts might be their target.

(End of this chapter)