I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 591: Ending - For Everyone
(The previous chapter has been modified)

The year Harry entered school, I stepped down as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and passed the position to my favorite student, Snape.

Snape's deliberate targeting of Harry made me pay attention to this young wizard.

One day I came to the school dueling club and I saw Harry and his friends arguing with the Slytherin students.

On a sudden impulse, I called Harry to the stage to be my opponent and show him how to duel properly.

A magical scene appeared.

The spells cast by both of us were entangled in the air. It turned out that the core of our wands - the phoenix tail feathers came from the same phoenix.

What a coincidence.

From then on, I began to pay special attention to this child.

Adolescents have all kinds of worries, about love, friendship, and study.

But it’s more about adventure.

I don't know why, but every year, he and his friends have all kinds of magical adventures. I often protect them in the dark - what a carefree child.

I thought so, but there was an extra sense of melancholy and envy in my heart.

Many years later, Harry graduated.

I don't know how old Dumbledore is.

One day, he suddenly came to me and told me that he was about to die.

He wanted to see his deceased relatives before he died.

I didn't refuse and gave him the Resurrection Stone.

I might never be able to fall in love with anyone, but I would never want to leave Hogwarts.

My whole life is in this castle.

This is my ordinary life, or perhaps another life of mine.

My name is Tom Riddle.

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"Strange magic."

A group of stars floated in the lavender sea, which were completely different from the surrounding stars.

Its light is such a warm, mellow orange.

Rather than the cold blue-white color of most of the stars in this distant cluster.

The stars fell into the false hands of the goddess.

If Owen were here, he would definitely recognize that this magic power was the magic of love belonging to Harry's mother.

"It seems that something new has been born in this world."

A strange ball of magic, which did not attract the attention of the gods.

Just swallow this ball of magic power as usual.

Then he pointed into the void.

A huge hole suddenly appeared in the sea beneath my feet.

Through this hole, a damp breath with a strong vitality spread out.

"It's time," the god said calmly, "to complete the great unification."

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the other side.

In front of the north gate of Hogwarts.

Seeing Voldemort fall, everyone fell into great joy.

Everyone laughed and laughed.

They looked at each other and cried.

The victory came too suddenly. No one expected it.

"We won!" Hermione turned around in surprise and hugged Owen.

She didn't expect the ending to be like this
Easier than she expected?

But over there, Tom Riddle had already fallen to the ground, he was limp, twitching, with nothing in his pale hands.

He was grasping at something, perhaps the elusive fate.

But his fate was determined from the very beginning, seventeen years ago.

"We won?" Harry also said.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The string that had been taut for many years finally loosened today.

Owen patted Hermione on the back.

Bury your head in her hair.

Feeling this warmth.

"What's wrong?" Hermione's smile stopped abruptly. The boy's sudden emotion in her arms made her feel a little uneasy.

"Nothing," Owen said.

"ended."

He let go of the girl and looked at her cheek with clear eyes.

"It's just the last step."

"The last step? What last step!" Hermione said uneasily.

But before she could continue asking.

Suddenly a chilling fear swept through her.

Hermione looked up in surprise.

I don't know when the sky suddenly became "clear".

The original dark clouds and light snow are now gone.

She had never seen the stars so clear.

The Milky Way hung upside down above her head like a ribbon, so beautiful and so strange.

Suddenly, maybe it was her illusion.

The Milky Way actually fell from the sky like flowing water.

A silver mist-like galaxy descended nine thousand feet of light and gathered beside the fallen body of Tom Riddle.

"What happened? Didn't we just win?" Hagrid beside him said, panting.

The temperature around him dropped by more than ten degrees, which made his voice tinge with sweat.

"Act 3, Act 3!" Owen said easily, "All super-shadow stories are like this—"

He held the crystal wand in his hand and walked in front of everyone.

"The final battle in the third act."

"Okay, let's leave the professional matters to professionals. The Gryffindors who have finished the filming can leave now."

He said calmly.

"Wait - Owen, what are you going to do?" Hermione said impatiently.

"To do what I should do." He said calmly.

His free left hand pulled a stone from his pocket.

That is the Resurrection Stone, one of the three sacred artifacts.

He clutched the stone.

Soon a familiar voice came to my ears.

Owen saw many people coming towards him.

Those figures with illusory bodies looked neither like ghosts nor like living people, and everyone had a smile on his face.

Dumbledore was still wearing his purple robes, smiling, with a steely gaze behind his half-moon eyes.

Grindelwald walked side by side with him. He was no longer young, but had become old and frail. He was wearing a large black robe, and his eyes were just as gentle when he looked at him.

Grandma Wenda Rochelle was still as elegant as ever, wearing a satin dark green dress, and was waving to him.

The next man was a stranger to him. Owen had only seen his photo. It was his father, McCowan Hunter. He was wearing a black uniform, like a military training uniform.

Owen never knew his father, but there must be something special about him for his wonderfully brilliant mother to have chosen this man.

The last person to appear was, of course, his mother, Gabrielle Rozier.

They didn't speak.

Because there is no need to say more.

Owen clenched his fists and faced Voldemort's body invaded by stars on the stone bridge under the gaze of his family.

Time passes little by little.

The brightness of the stars grew stronger and stronger.

Gradually, a false golden sun formed at its source.

Like the halo of a dying world.

All the stars fell to the ground.

And the sun cast down countless black silk lines.

It pierces into the earth like a blood vessel.

A rumbling sound was heard, as if the world was ending.

As this false golden sun became more and more dazzling, all light was suppressed and became dim.

The sun is not as warm and gentle as any natural thing, but carries with it an indescribable sense of weirdness and oppression, as if it is an ancient and powerful being that is slowly unveiling its sleeping veil.

Black blood vessels extended from the depths of the sun, becoming more and more numerous and denser. They intertwined in the air to form a huge net, slowly covering the entire continent.

Every time a thread touched the ground, it would cause a violent earthquake, dust flying, and cracks spreading, as if the earth itself was being torn apart by this force. Plants withered, rivers dried up, and the wailing of creatures rose and fell, creating a doomsday scene.

People were terrified.

The joy of victory disappeared in a few breaths.

"finally."

"I'm back again."

All the stars on the stone bridge sank into Tom's body.

Maybe it's too much.

His body swelled up rapidly like a balloon.

And at the moment of tearing, it suddenly collapsed inward.

Tom's body was like clay being kneaded at will. After a few breaths, a tall woman with a face exactly the same as Owen appeared in front of everyone.

"So, you are the backup plan left by Merlin?"

The deity glanced at Owen.

Then I immediately lost interest.

The ancient magic that Owen possessed was like the difference between the sea and the river compared to hers.

You really don't think that you can defeat Zhi just by obtaining some of Zhi's lost magic power!

Besides, Owen is just a mortal now and does not truly possess the power of the gods. A bug is still a bug after all and there is no possibility of him harming the gods in the slightest.

"Although I don't like to put it this way." Owen shrugged, "But it is indeed the case."

"Then how are you going to defeat me?" the goddess said calmly, as if they were not mortal enemies.

"I don't need to defeat you. Ionia Samothrace, the goddess of corruption." Owen picked up his crystal wand. When he first got this wand, Ollivander said that this wand contained terrible dark power.

Although the dark power contained in it suddenly disappeared in the end, Owen now knew that it did not disappear, but merged into his body.

The so-called dark power is actually the magic of the stars, which is ancient magic.

It is the magic contained in the first star that fell to the earth.

Owen gently ran the wand across his palms.

Two wounds appeared.

The important thing about star magic is not the magic.

But the stars.

"I don't need to defeat you," he repeated.

Reach out and hold the blood vessel hanging from the sun.

A strange connection was suddenly formed.

"Every blood vessel, every ominous monster, every star visible to the naked eye is a part of you."

"Victory?"

"Merlin never intended to defeat you."

Owen smiled slightly, looking at the face that looked like his own. He suddenly laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at the other person's overconfidence or at himself, whose fate was so heavy.

The sky and the earth were falling down around him.

The mountains and rivers are crumbling before my eyes.

Living things are hanging upside down.

The gods want to merge the world into one star, and he is the only one who can stop it.

He will stand up.

He stepped forward like any man with the power to stop the world from falling.

He believed that if the person standing here was Harry.

If it was Hermione.

If it was Ron.

Hannah, Justin, Luna and his friends would all make the same choice as him.

Courage, the courage to face death.

Unknowingly, it has been deeply buried in the soul of every wizard who still stays in this castle and has not left.

It wasn't Merlin's wisdom that the gods underestimated.

It was the rebellious will of mortals that she had always looked down upon.

From tens of thousands of years ago, when the gods had not yet faded away, until yesterday, and to this day, this resistance has never disappeared.

God's failure was already doomed, but to her, those resistances were nothing more than a little wind and frost.

But she didn't expect that it was this wind and frost, these pieces of frost as light as cotton wool, that would one day accumulate into snow enough to bury the gods.

"We are not trying to defeat you." Owen said slowly with a calm expression.

"What we want is replacement. I will replace you."

After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and merged the blood vessels in his hand with his own magic power.

The next second, a blurry figure floated out of Owen's body.

It's unreal, but not like a ghost.

"That's—Dean Brigid!"

Behind Owen, Hermione immediately recognized the true identity of the illusory figure.

Yes, that was Dean Brigid.

She was like a fire, igniting that blood vessel.

Owen reached out and grabbed other blood vessels hanging from the sky.

Every time he merged into himself, the figure of an ancient rebel emerged from his body. Then he turned into a flame without hesitation and ignited his blood vessels.

more and more people.

Bridget Morgan Weasley

Shani Maeve Weasley Galahad Weasley

Chronos Stewart
There are even more rebels who are not even known to the public.

They were like fireflies, rushing towards those blood vessels without hesitation.

Among them, the people of Hogwarts even saw the four founders of Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat appeared out of nowhere.

It landed on Owen's head and sang a distant song.

- Brave Gryffindor from the wild swamp,

——Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

—Hufflepuff of the open valley,

——The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

——Right now, at this moment.

——We are united and we fight bravely.

——We raised our wands, drew our swords, and slashed at the sky.

——A wizard never compromises.

"You"

At this time, the goddess of corruption, Ionia Samothrace, finally discovered the problem.

Just as Owen said, this body is not her true self.

This is just the body she once was as a human being.

Her true body is the entire lavender sea.

All the deformed creatures in the ocean are part of her.

Because of this, she didn't think any human wizard could harm her.

This is impossible.

You can block a stream, but can you block the ocean?
But now - she actually found that a part of her body was no longer under her control.

This greatly surprised Ionia and Samothrace.

The young man in front of her was exactly the same as her in terms of soul, flesh and blood, and magic power.

But this was her plan.
She needed a body, a body in the mortal world that could connect to her outer divine essence.

Voldemort was never her first choice.

It was a last resort out of helplessness.

"You'll probably be confused." Owen walked towards the god while connecting the blood vessels in the sky to his own body.

"You created me. Half of my soul comes from you. My body, this ancient magic, all of this was planned by you."

"As I continue to enter the Tower of Divine Bestowal and gain some of your power, I will become more and more like you. Eventually, I will become the most suitable vessel for you.

No matter what you do from now on, you are sure to win." Owen said slowly.

"I had always overestimated Merlin. I thought all this was his plan. But in the end, it finally dawned on me. No matter how powerful Merlin was, he couldn't fight against a god."

"He only did one thing." He approached the goddess step by step, "He made me love, and made you love too!"

"Voldemort's soul, how does it taste? Do you feel that mysterious warmth?"

"Now we are finally exactly the same!"

The goddess didn't speak.

She was speechless.

Because at some point, her essence as a god was no longer under her control.

"Is it strange? No matter how similar I am to you, I should not be able to bite back at your inner self. The river and the sea are both flowing water, but how can the river resist the sea?"

As Owen spoke, he had already walked in front of Ionia Samothrace, the goddess of corruption.

His body was now filled with countless blood vessels, countless burning blood vessels.

The flames connected the sky and the earth, like a phoenix flapping its wings.

The phoenix is ​​pulling at the sky and dragging the sun.

"【Stars - Magic】." Owen gave the goddess a miserable smile.

If it comes to a comparison of magic power, the ancient magic in his body is naturally no match for the goddess.

but--

He has a star.

A huge star fragment left behind by a fallen star.

That was what Dean Brigid had brought Merlin to him.

At this moment, the star replaced his heart.

This is the last divine tower.

Dumbledore and a group of warriors who fought against God helped him replace it.

"The law of regression! Idiot!"

Owen roared, raised his hand, and pierced the goddess' heart.

All the magic in the world will eventually return to ancient magic.

And the ancient magic eventually flows to the stars.

Stars are carriers of ancient magic.

The gods are also constructed with stars as their essence.

At this moment, the star in Owen's body was exceptionally bright. It emitted a dazzling light that completely obscured the goddess.

next second.

The billions of meteors that made up the goddess' body suddenly flew out of Voldemort's body and penetrated into his body.

The huge amount of magic power was like blowing up a balloon, impacting his body in an extremely ferocious manner.

As magic power poured in, the countless burning blood vessels in his body emitted a bright purple light.

The light shines from the earth to the sky.

Owen stood there, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented light, which was the depth of the stars and darkness intertwined, as if he could see into the mysteries of the universe.

His body was surrounded by a purple halo, a perfect fusion of ancient magic and star power, which endowed him with unprecedented strength and majesty.

"It's time." He murmured.

Then he turned back suddenly and his eyes fell on Hermione.

As Owen turned around, a corner of the sky cracked.

Blood vessels separate the two sides, and starlight paves the way.

All the feelings that cannot be expressed, cannot be expressed, and are destined to be separated shine here.

"Do not--"

"Do not--"

Hermione ran towards him in grief.

Her eyes were red and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

She threw herself into Owen's arms, feeling a strong sense of crisis in her heart.

It was as if something precious was about to leave.

"I can't suppress my other half for too long." Irving said with difficulty, "This is the end."

He was originally a part of Ionia Samothrace, the goddess of corruption, so he was able to accomplish such a feat with the help of the stars as a carrier, but correspondingly, the will of the goddess of corruption was also assimilating him.

With his short will to live, there is no way he could last five minutes.

"No, there is still a way! There must be a way!" Her voice was filled with despair and pleading, and she reached into her waist pocket, frantically searching for something.

Harry and Hagrid joined him.

Ron and Koyalt followed closely behind. They persuaded the Muggle army to turn around and attack the group of [Bad Omens], but immediately rushed back after seeing something strange in the sky.

Soon more and more wizards gathered together.

Hannah, Justin, Luna.

Ginny, Neville, Seamus.

Qiu Zhang, Senegal, Ernie, Susan.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Lupin.

Countless people, like a torrent, stopped by Owen's side.

Hermione was already crying, and she took out the collection of poems that Dumbledore had left for Owen from her pocket.

She had read the book countless times, but she still hadn't discovered the secrets it contained.

Now, this is her last hope, and she hopes the secrets in this book can save Owen.

"Wow--"

The little witch opened the cover.

Tears dripped onto the title page, the poem written by Dumbledore.

——Have a romantic mindset towards the stars and be full of love for stardust.

——If you can do this, you can reach the other side of the star.

——All living beings, learn to love.

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, mist clouding her vision.

But when she looked at the book in her hand again.

The words that were lowered by tears suddenly began to twist and rearrange themselves.

[Star Blade]

A broken-blade dagger shaped like a candlestick.

On the blade burns an eternal flame of soul fire that is invisible to mortals.

That was the first flame that came down with the falling stars, and it had the power to dispel all darkness.

But it needs the soul containing the magic power of the stars as new firewood to burn again.

Legend has it that using this flame to ignite the stars can make things that have fallen to the mortal world fly back to the other side of the stars.

Beyond the Stars - In the infinitely distant galaxy, there is a pure energy. It is like a mirror, and it will respond to the person looking in the mirror.

Dumbledore circled the words "Beyond the Stars".

The stars are like water: you throw in dead leaves and you get a swamp. You throw in a seed and you get a bright flower.

Ionia did not understand this principle. She mistakenly believed that this was some kind of terrifying external will and called the other side the Supreme Will.

So what the other side responded to her was infinite madness and hideous flesh and blood.

In fact, the other side is like the Mirror of Erised, which reflects people's most urgent needs.

"Return to the other side of the star?" Hermione widened her eyes and said these words while crying.

"This is my glorious mission." Owen smiled and looked at Hermione, and at everyone behind her.

Those eyes, like the brightest stars in the deep night sky, were lightly shrouded by a layer of mist at this moment, revealing endless complex emotions.

Reluctance is like the last fallen leaf in autumn, slowly drifting down, carrying with it endless attachment to the branch and sadness of farewell.

“I know what I want.”

Pain also quietly spread in these eyes, like the dewdrops that have not dispersed in the morning light, crystal clear yet carrying the heaviness of the night.

They trembled slightly, and every blink seemed like they were trying hard to suppress the torrent of emotions that were about to burst.

“I know what kind of god I must be.”

He lowered his head and touched his forehead to Hermione's.

Saying with love: "For you"

"For you."

"For everyone."

Hermione couldn't stop her tears.

She knew what she should do, but she couldn't.

She couldn't just watch him go away, and she couldn't be the executioner who killed him.

Owen reached out and held up the little witch's hand.

He had felt the thing in the pocket around her waist.

As the two men clenched their hands, the [Star Blade] immediately appeared in their hands.

A broken-blade dagger shaped like a candlestick.

He held her hand and pointed the [Star Blade] at his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl couldn't stop sobbing, and every "I'm sorry" seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart, full of pain and reluctance. Her fingers trembled slightly due to excessive emotional fluctuations, but were still tightly wrapped in Owen's warm and firm hands.

"Hermione—" Owen said suddenly.

The little witch was a little dazed and looked up suddenly.

"look at me."

In an instant, the [Star Blade] pierced his heart.

There was no resistance, no blood, no strange noises.

Like stabbing a dagger into water.

"I'm here."

Hermione stared at everything in front of her with eyes wide open, looking at it in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes, but time seemed to have frozen. The [Star Blade] in her hand was still in the piercing position, but Owen's expression was unusually calm, even with a hint of a gentle smile.

But after this second.

Owen's body suddenly burst into unprecedented brilliant starlight.

It's like a container that can no longer be filled with stars.

Those stars that wanted to return to the universe were like fireworks, flowing upstream from Owen's body.

Hermione's exclamation was drowned out by this sudden magnificent sight. She could only watch Owen's body gradually become transparent, as if it was a dream bubble woven from stars.

Each of the starlights that burst out from his body carried endless tenderness and power. They intertwined and swirled in the air, eventually turning into a brilliant galaxy that surrounded the two of them.

"Owen..." Hermione's voice trembled. She wanted to reach out and touch the light, but was afraid that it would shatter at the touch.

"Good night, Hermione." Owen's voice sounded softly in her ears, like a whisper in the summer breeze, warm and peaceful: "I wish you a good dream."

As Owen spoke, the light around his body became brighter and brighter, until it illuminated everything around him as if it were daytime.

The blood vessels connected to his body were burning even more fiercely at this moment, including all the [Evil Omen] Legion and the Death Eaters who had received the magic power of the Outer Gods.

The burning vision is not fire.

What burns it are countless pink flowers.

Blooming spiritual flowers!
"Look at that--" Owen said.

The blooming spiritual flowers all over the sky are the souls of all lives that the goddess Ionia Samothrace has devoured over the past tens of thousands of years.

It is death and rebirth.

The blooming spiritual flowers that fall into the mortal world will return to this world the evil energy that they have absorbed over the years.

Perhaps in the future, everyone in this world will become a wizard and everyone will master magic.

"Winter is about to end." Although the boy's voice has become distant and blurred, his tenderness and determination are still clearly audible.

He was born of love and died of love.

No matter which group of stars you come from, you will eventually return to those stars.

Hermione stretched out her hand, trying to catch a blooming spiritual flower, but as soon as her fingertips touched the soft petals, the flower turned into a wisp of light smoke and merged into her body. She felt a warm and powerful force surging in her body, which was a gift from the universe and the last gift Owen left for her.

The girl wailed and fell into Harry's arms, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

This scene was exactly what Irving saw in Nick LeMay's prophetic crystal several years ago.

(End of this chapter)