I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 510 Your Daiying
(This chapter has been revised)

"What happened?" Ron raised his head and looked at Owen in surprise. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. Voldemort was dead, wasn't that a good thing?

"Turmoil—fear—threats—self-destruction."

"The Death Eaters represent the top wizards in the wizarding world. If they were defeated by Muggles, it would be a huge shock to the pure-bloods or those who have always believed in wizard supremacy. It would inevitably cause chaos.

It now seems that this chaos is almost inevitable unless the Ministry of Magic chooses not to report this matter. Professor Dumbledore can negotiate a path that is beneficial to both parties with the Muggle Prime Minister. "

"That"

The complexity of the matter was beyond the three of them's understanding. They had no idea what to do next, what they should do, or whether Professor Dumbledore could succeed. They could only look at Owen with somewhat dull eyes.

"They will come to an agreement through the talks." Owen suddenly smiled, with a charming arc at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Because their God is ours."

"God? Our people?"

"The Eternal King." The silver-haired boy chuckled. His laughter was filled with sarcasm, mockery, and a certain aura of eternity. The sound echoed in the school infirmary, sounding distant and a little eerie.

That's not something humans can have.
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Harry was discharged from hospital the next day.

Hermione still hadn't returned.

Over the next few days, October seemed to have slipped away.

As Owen had guessed, the Ministry of Magic remained silent about the war in London, and the Daily Prophet never published any specific details of the war.

It was just written firmly in an inconspicuous corner: On October 1996, 10, the Death Eaters attacked London and had an encounter with the Muggle army. Reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived and defeated the invading enemy.

There is nothing else.

Few people believed this perfunctory report, which was simpler than the words used to coax a child.

The wizards had to find the truth on their own. Although it was difficult, within a few days the rumors invaded the minds of every wizard like the Black Death five hundred years ago.

It was as if they were really sick, and every wizard who learned the 'truth' became strange.

The news, which seemed true or false, was swallowed up by greedy people.

The clouds covered the moon.

The originally dim world fell into a deeper darkness.

Someone finally found out the whole truth.

For example: the Malfoy family.

The moment the Battle of London broke out, Lucius disappeared into Malfoy Manor with his wife.

With his ability, it would not be difficult for him to find a place where Voldemort could not find him and continue to live a comfortable life, not to mention that he had the help of the saints behind him.

Maybe it's in France - maybe it's in Australia, New Zealand, or the farthest corner of the world.

When the truth about London reached Lucius' ears, madness and insanity also arrived.

The collapse of faith, the Muggles almost denied everything he and his family had insisted on for thousands of years.

They were like clowns, ridiculous actors in a farce in the eyes of Muggles.

Honor and pride were chopped into pieces by the skillful butcher, leaving only the pale and eerie bones tied on the stage, shaking and colliding.

Every collision was met with the Muggles' hideous laughter.

The ridicule will last forever, along with what's left of their sanity.

While people were seeking the truth, the Daily Prophet began to report on another matter in great detail.

Victor Norton. A wizard with brown-black hair, black eyes, skin as white as a white wall, and a lame leg.

This was the second time he made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

It was even more lengthy than the first time he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class, for inventing a magical machine that could cure mild [Evil Omen] infections.

For a whole week, on the front page, the editor of the Daily Prophet listed almost all the dark magic that [Glimmer] could cure, exhausting his thoughts.

The Alchemy Association personally went to Hogwarts on Halloween and held a shrouded awards banquet in the Great Hall. All professors and famous people in the wizarding world attended.

An old wizard, Celsus Kunrat, the legendary alchemist, personally handed a trophy in the shape of the Philosopher's Stone and the Order of Merlin, First Class, to Victor.

The whole audience cheered, and with the deliberate efforts of some people, the atmosphere was so warm that it seemed as if the cold snow outside the window was just an illusory projection.

Only when they left the auditorium, felt the cool wind on their faces, and calmed their restless hearts, and looked out the gate at the dark snowstorm that seemed to be able to swallow people, did they realize that the magical world was undergoing a terrible change that had never been recorded in history.

The Halloween holiday flew by.

Hermione still hadn't returned.

Justin began to subscribe to Muggle newspapers like Hermione, hoping to see the truth from another perspective.

Compared to the silence of the wizarding world, the reports in London newspapers were much more informative.

The Daily Mail, The Sun, The Times, The Guardian. Almost all of them recorded the entire process of the war in detail, how Muggles fought against wizards, what price they paid, the casualties, the economic losses, and so on - very detailed.

These newspaper reports triggered a new round of discussion among the young wizards, because from these articles, it seemed that Muggles were always able to anticipate their enemies and gain the advantage everywhere, while wizards were like pathetic pieces of wood being manipulated in various ways.

Many people, especially the young wizards in Slytherin, scoffed at this. They thought that this was a way for Muggles to save face. How could they anticipate the enemy's moves? Are all Muggles born Legilimency?

Wizards from other colleges also complained that the newspapers portrayed wizards as too stupid.

Ernie seized upon this point and fired wildly at Justin.

Justin had no good explanation this time, because even he thought the reports in the newspapers were too ridiculous.

It's almost like a story novel.

But soon, his thoughts will disappear.

A few days later, Justin received a letter from his parents.

As early as the second day of the war, he sent a letter home.

I don't know why it took so long for the reply to arrive at Hogwarts.

Justin's mother wrote back to say that they were on vacation in Wales and not at home in London on the day the war broke out, so they were safe.

This made him feel relieved. Although Ernie's ridicule these days made him upset and irritated, Justin's heart calmed down a little after seeing his mother's familiar handwriting.

Then the next day, at breakfast, Colin found Justin. As both were Muggle-born wizards, they were now allies.

Colin said that his father's reply had arrived and they were lucky enough to escape the war in the Scottish countryside.

Then came Dean. A letter arrived from his family. It was from his mother, saying that his family had won some big prize from the Daily Mail and had bought a house in the Welsh countryside. His mother had made this decision because of Dean's identity as a wizard, for she was afraid that others would know that her child was different.

And so on - there were a dozen other wizards who all received replies from home yesterday. Their families were lucky enough to have escaped the war.

For various reasons.

Everyone was quite happy at the beginning.

But gradually.

Suddenly it came to my mind.

Immediately afterwards, a mixture of great fear and tension enveloped everyone's mind.

There seemed to be countless threads connected in the darkness, affecting their fate, as if a large hand was holding his neck, and Justin suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

He could see that not far away from him, there was a pair of green eyes staring at him coldly, with a teasing smile on the corners of his mouth, and his expression was mocking, mocking his powerlessness and stupidity.

"call--"

"call--"

Suddenly, the colors filled in the surroundings again, and the darkness retreated into the unknown devil's realm.

This time Justin saw clearly that the owner of those eyes was Owen.

He was staring at himself and smiling.

"Britain?" He pronounced this phrase and felt more intuitively than ever how powerful the national force was.

It was obvious that someone had deliberately evacuated their parents from London early.

There is only one organization that has the ability and resources, and that is the country on this land!
A looming fear enveloped their minds.

This kind of power that comes from the unknown and can control or decide part of their lives at will naturally makes a group of young and simple-minded little wizards feel sincere fear. Especially Justin, as his family is an upper-class person in London, they naturally know some of the truth. The inhuman behavior of the British Empire is simply innumerable. It has done almost nothing good in the past few hundred years. Wherever it passes, it brings only chaos, division, hatred and death.

On this planet, whenever there is a dispute between countries or hatred between nations, if you trace the root of the problem, in most cases you will see a hateful and despicable figure holding the Union Jack.

If one day wizards and Muggles in the UK were to be integrated into one city and the Ministry of Magic were to become part of the government cabinet, he would be the first to oppose it.

Because of his conscience, he could not bear to see the sufferings that the British had once inflicted on Muggles befall wizards again.

Apparently, it was destined that Justin would be in Hufflepuff.

But the future is as chaotic as a pot of thick soup, and he has no way of deciding whether the soup will taste sweet or salty.

Because the person holding the seasoning box was not him.

But -

Owen looked on with indifference at the madness that was gradually brewing in the castle.

As the truth about the Battle of London spread through the castle, it became more and more terrible.

Regardless of the outside world, the Ministry of Magic successfully suppressed the heat of the war by using the Daily Prophet. In Hogwarts, the name London is always the city they mention most often.

The heat lasted until the Quidditch match began.

Normally, the Hogwarts Quidditch match is held on the Saturday of the first week after the Halloween holiday.

Two tournaments will be held throughout November.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.

Since Harry was released from hospital, he has been busy formulating game tactics.

Because of the Halloween holiday and the increasingly cold weather, their training time was greatly reduced.

So we can only make some tactical strategies on paper.

This almost indicates that this competition will not be easy for them.

Sure enough, although Harry tried his best to improve the team's strength in October, the time for his new players to get used to the team was too short.

Ginny played well as a batsman, but her coordination with the other new batsman was so poor that she could hardly control the flight path of the Quaffle and could only passively defend.

Ron's performance as a goalkeeper was not satisfactory. He was a little nervous and had too many thoughts.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been following the professional players of top clubs for so many years and I know so many tactical moves.

It was more likely because Coyote and Owen, who was pulled over by Hannah, were sitting in the audience.

During the game, he always wanted to do something cool and wanted to perform all the tactical moves he knew, but this was the beginning of the disaster.

There are so many tactical moves that it is impossible for Ron to have practiced all of them and use them proficiently. Many of them he has only seen others use, and once he uses them himself, they seem immature and childish.

When the first ball was not defended, Ron's nervousness was magnified, and then he started to lose the ball continuously. It was not until Harry noticed his abnormal state and flew over to comfort him that Ron calmed down.

But this has already created a gap between them and the Slytherins.

The score began to widen, and Harry became anxious and began to search for the Golden Snitch in the foggy sky all over the stadium.

It's difficult.

The misty fog seems to have a hypnotic effect. If you stare at it for too long, your mind will be swallowed up by the rolling fog, and your mental strength will be greatly reduced. You will become drowsy and even face more dangerous situations.

Harry had the skills to handle this.

Draco seemed a little reluctant.

His broom was wobbly and he barely followed Harry.

The game lasted more than two hours.

Under the double blow of the cold wind and the light snow, the enthusiasm of the little wizards in the stands finally began to decline rapidly.

Owen wanted to leave a long time ago.

But Hannah and Zacharias Smith kept stopping him, saying they wanted to gain experience and understand their opponents.

This reason sounds really funny.

What is the current level of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team?
Zacharias Smith has become the captain, and Cadwallader and Shabby joined the team after Cedric.

With just enough strength, he can only fight against the Ravenclaw noobs.

Owen didn't want to argue with them, and after twenty minutes, the game was over.

Gryffindor had been lagging behind in points, but in the end Harry turned the tide and caught the Golden Snitch, winning 150 points. They won with a total score of 70 points ahead.

Owen believed that if the game lasted more than ten minutes, there was a possibility that Harry would not be able to win even if he caught the Golden Snitch.

Harry had a sullen look on his face as he left the court.

No need to guess, it must be the souls of Gryffindor Quidditch captains of all generations, Wood and Angelina. It seems that their team members are about to face brutal training.

A week later, the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match began.

As the crowd cheered for Hufflepuff, Qiu Zhang caught the Golden Snitch as expected.
The game took less than ten minutes from start to finish.

Owen was so slow to go out that he didn't even have time to climb up to the audience seats when he saw Hannah, Lini, Justin and Susan walking towards him with gloomy faces.

"Oh ho——"

Owen was quite happy that he no longer had to endure the cold wind.

Soon Zacharias Smith also came over. He was wearing a brown Quidditch protective suit, holding a broom, with a sad face. Like the players behind him, he walked towards the castle silently.

They were defeated, so miserably, so quickly, and with such heartbreak that the young Hufflepuff wizards' hearts were bleeding.

The illusions of the remnants of Cedric's time crumbled and disintegrated like a pile of mirror slag.

Owen did not follow the crowd back to the castle.

He was able to crawl out of the dormitory in the cold winter, of course not because of Quidditch.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Owen walked towards the Shrieking Shack.

He had been contacting Bellatrix since the war ended.

He needed to know about Voldemort's situation.

It was only nearly a month that Bellatrix had agreed to meet him, and Kreacher had brought back a message saying that she needed to wait for a while.

Owen kept walking.

The surroundings began to fill with fog again.

He knew that this was a type of weather spell, and the spell to break it was: withdraw the cloud spell.

Dumbledore was a master at using these spells.

A standard item used by wizards to hide themselves and hold secret meetings.

Of course, you have to be aware of your surroundings when using it. If you use this spell on a sunny beach in Hawaii at 2 p.m., it won't be hidden.

Fortunately, the weather in the Scottish Highlands today is very suitable.

On cloudy days, which are common in winter, rich water vapor rises from the Atlantic Ocean and is then blocked by the highlands of the Scottish mountains. This type of fog is most often formed when the water vapor encounters cold.

The mist had been hanging around the castle all day for a week, and the spell had only intensified its effect.

Owen went into the woods.

He gave Bellatrix time, and today was the day they agreed upon.

The meeting place was set at the Shrieking Shack.

Snowflakes gradually began to fall from the sky.

The white elves fell silently, as if summoned from a forgotten dimension, covering the forest with a pale and indifferent coat.

The trees at the edge of the forbidden forest were twisted and tall, their branches like ancient tentacles, swaying gently in the cold wind, making low and eerie sounds. Snowflakes fell on their branches, forming a thick layer of white, which formed a sharp contrast with the black trunks, making the whole forest look even more gloomy and terrifying.

Deep inside, the fog is thick, as if an invisible being is quietly awakening. Whenever the wind blows, the fog surges like an awakened ghost, bringing waves of biting cold. In the fog, some strange shapes can be vaguely seen, they seem to be wriggling and deforming, but they are elusive.

(End of this chapter)