It's just - to Professor Lupin's puzzling question, why his patronus!

Tainted with the smell of death.

That child is favored by death?

Professor Lupin stared blankly at the divine bird in the sky.

It was very different from the aura brought by ordinary patron saints, lonely, desolate, resolute, and dead.

Like the last dance before the light returns.

As a master of the Patronus Charm, Lupin knows more about the Patronus Charm than the average person.

The Patronus is an allusion to the wizard's soul, reflecting the current wizard's state in real time.

Except for the dark wizards who have severed their souls, they can't summon the Patronus.

Almost everyone else can see the current state of his master's life from the Patronus.

Like this patronus of death, he had only experienced it in a few elderly wizards who were cursed and dying.

And almost all of them made it to the end of their lives in a very short period of time.

So Professor Lupin dared to assert almost instantly.

That kid, he's probably going to die.

"Boom!" The noble bird let out a cry.

As far as the naked eye can see, there are many more burning flames on its wings, which are the flames of the soul.

This extreme power is the embodiment of Owen's strong willpower.

The flames fell like oil drums, passing through the group of Dementors and igniting them in an instant!

"Hiss~~~"

The cries of terror rose one after another in the heavens.

But to Owen's ears, it was the most beautiful symphony.

Death music!

High in the sky, countless black dots burned into fragments of nothingness.

That scene is strange, spectacular, and even more terrifying!

"Merlin is on top! What I saw! A young wizard fell to the floor of the train's cubicle and muttered to himself.

His legs kept trembling, and the next second, he held his head in horror and fell to the ground.

If Owen had been here, he would have recognized the little Slytherin snake who had repeatedly provoked him.

And there are not a few such little wizards!

Last year, especially in the last two months of the holidays, Quidditch and Ravenclaw have grown more and more inflated.

Almost all of the major house wars broke out in those months!

At that time, there were many young wizards chasing and intercepting Owen.

"Is he still human?" This is a question that all young wizards have nowadays.

"He wouldn't hold a grudge, if only he remembered last year," one of the young wizards couldn't say any more.

Because he found that he would have no room for any possibility except to be beaten.

"Who the hell is he?" This is a freshman this year, he stared blankly at the god-like boy in the rain and muttered a question.

"Him?" The senior wizards around him looked embarrassed.

Their mouths were dry, and it was clear that the train had been blown out, and the howling wind kept pouring in.

But they still feel suffocated!

"He's probably the heir to Hufflepuff."

"He's - Owen Sanchez!"

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"Avada suo!"

Just as Owen was frantically pouring out the dazzling Patronus Light.

A dazzling green light, accompanied by a jumble of sounds, swept through the rain and struck him straight at him.

"Be careful!"

Professor Lupin, who had witnessed this, quickly shook his wand.

Desperate to save him.

A red spell shot out like lightning from the tip of his staff, piercing the torrential rain as well, targeting the life-reelling spell.

"Sanchez Force Field." (The Exorcism Force Field, maybe next time it's called the Grindelwald Force Field.) )

A generation of evil ghosts, the embodiment of terror, Owen naturally will not wait for others to save him.

Almost the next moment he heard the voice, he extinguished the flame of the Patronus Charm.

Turn around and cast the spell that might be the only one that can deflect the Killing Curse.

His body shone with a pale blue, rhythmic gravitational wave-like glow.

The spell doesn't necessarily work.

Although he had been practicing for two and a half years, it was only practice, and could Owen really find someone to cast a killing spell on him, just to test whether the spell was useful?

"Hurry up!" Another voice, he appeared almost at the same time as Professor Lupin reminding Owen.

The next moment, the little devil only felt that the soles of his feet suddenly lightened.

Then the whole person flew in a certain direction.

The killing curse, which shattered Professor Lupin's spell as easily as if it had broken through glass, swept over Owen's neck.

"Boom"

The spell exploded.

Another puff of smoke and dust rose up, but it was quickly extinguished by the rain.

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Bang Bang~'

In the darkness of the night, the day fell from the sky, like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness.

From the train to the plains.

From the earth to the sky.

In the vast land.

Countless days, like small suns, suddenly flashed here.

The light gradually faded, and countless acquaintances that Owen knew walked out of it.

Professors Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shackle, Ted Tonks, Arthur Weasley, and Flius Flitwick.

Even Professor Snape, who Owen was rather unhappy, arrived.

In an instant, the scene was full of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

There was also a steady stream of Aurors arriving one after another.

The picture of the daylight coming into the world is quite spectacular!

The little wizards on the train couldn't help but scream.

With each daylight set, their screams rose a point higher.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall showed up that his cheers reached their climax!

"Stains!" For this, the evil ghost Owen is a little unhappy.

Because the arrival of these people showed that he could no longer hunt down the bastard who dared to sneak up on him.

Professor McGonagall isn't crazy yet, after all!

How could a little wizard be allowed to hunt down a vicious dark wizard!

Although he is not a good kind.

The corners of his mouth lifted with a sneer, and then he threw an alchemical artifact, a metal orb, from his pocket.

"Are you alright?"

Professor Lupin, who broke free from the quagmire, was the first to rush to Owen's side.

He struggled to take the little one into his arms.

He hadn't shaken off the horror of the killing curse he had just had.

He was so afraid that this young life would disappear before him, as he was shocked when he saw the child's patron saint.

"It's okay, Professor." Professor Lupin's gnarled hand rubbed against the back of his head.

To be honest, it's quite uncomfortable, full of calluses.

And the professor hugged him very hard.

Something cough-cough - out of breath.

"If you hold it any longer, something will happen."

Hearing this, Professor Lupin hurriedly let go of his hand, but his eyes still looked back and forth on Owen's body, and only after knowing that he did not have any wounds on his body did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're still in the mood to be poor." Professor Lupin, whose eyes were full of wrinkles, was stunned at first, and then said angrily.

At that moment, an Auror approached.

It's Rufus Scrimgeur.

A pair of brown hair, thick eyebrows with strands of gray, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Piercing eyes, skimming the scattered Dementors in the sky and Owen in front of Lupin.

Then he strode over.

"This kid needs the protection of the Ministry of Magic!" He said.

"I don't think the last thing he needs is the protection of the Ministry of Magic!" Professor Lupin held Owen behind him, his weathered face staring straight at Scrimgeur.

He knows these politicians too well.

Talking about protection, in fact, it is captivity!

Otherwise, how would they explain to the public why the Dementors would attack an innocent Hogwarts wizard uncontrollably?

Of course, it starts with coercion and lure the victim.

As long as the victim can testify in favor of the Ministry of Magic, then they will be able to silence everyone.

This one - he is not uncommon.

"Watch your attitude, sir, it's the right of the Ministry of Magic. We're protecting him! Scrimgeour spoke forcefully, and even his wand-holding hand seemed to have the intention of snatching someone directly.

He must uphold the dignity and authority of the Ministry of Magic.

The kid, whom he recognized, had seen him in Courtroom Ten during the summer vacation, and had been imprisoned in Azkaban for insulting the Minister of Magic and serious violations of the law of secrecy.

In an instant, a plan emerged.

As long as they preemptively accused the kid of breaking the law, the loyal Azkaban guards still thought he was a criminal.

And they knocked on the side to get the boy to confess.

Even if the punishment is waived, it can relieve the possible public opinion pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, he really wanted to protect this child, and he had no selfish intentions in this regard.

"What an attitude!"

Just then, a roar came from behind Scrimgeour.

"Tell me what attitude!"

"Or do you want any attitude!"

It's Professor McGonagall.

Owen swears he'd never seen Mr. Meow so angry!

Behind her square glasses, she was about to spit out flames.

"Ministry of Magic~"

"Don't mention the Ministry of Magic, Scrimthour! This is Hogwarts, and the young wizards of Hogwarts are at the disposal of the professors, not you. ”

Snape. The Professor stood side by side with Professor Flitwick behind Professor McGonagall.

The three deans are here.

That sense of oppression is unimaginable to ordinary people, like a mountain of seas.

"Now, I think it's time for both this kid and the kid on the train to go to the castle, and as for what happens after that, we'll talk, what do you think? Rufus Scrimgeur. ”

Professor McGonagall had already said that.

What else can Rufus Scrimgeour say?

The majestic professor in front of him was also his teacher when he was young.

The long-term psychological shadow has left this former Gryffindor with nothing to say. He could only stand aside and acquiesce, and the professors swarmed around to take Owen away.

Cold rain was pouring down.

The crippled train, dragging its stump with difficulty, began to accelerate.

More than an hour later.

When everyone walked up the marble staircase into the castle, everyone breathed a clear sigh of relief.

Harry finally came to his senses in the arms of the crowd.

Owen and Hannah walked together to the Hufflepuff table.

The enticing aroma of food wafted from the auditorium, and the laughter and laughter inside made the young wizards feel like they were back in the world.

Owen took a deep breath.

Compared to the difficult faces of the others, he looked much better.

It's hunger.

Simply hungry

The kind of hungry people who have stomach aches.

He just ate something casually on the train to cushion his stomach, planning to go to school for a big meal.

As a result, a big battle, and the vigorous exercise directly drained the energy stored in his body.

Spellcasting is only part of it, mainly the brain.

As a large consumer of energy in the human body, overclocking during duels is the most energy-consuming place.

There was silence in the auditorium.

Everyone was silent.

Owen glanced at the podium.

At least two-thirds of the professors are absent.

Dumbledore

Probably still in France?

Professor McGonagall - presumably protesting against the Ministry of Magic.

Professor Flitwick - presumably involved in capturing the non-human wizard who had escaped with the apparition.

Yes, that guy is by no means a human wizard.

Owen is sure.

Damn, how can there be a body whose bones have been blown up and half of it, and you can still drag the stump and cast a killing spell on him?

Werewolves don't have this kind of physique!

Unless it's Wolverine!

As for Professor Snape, he probably followed.

Lupin, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, is certainly not here either.

On the empty rostrum.

There was only one dean present.

That's their Hufflepuff Dean Pomona Sprout.

Perhaps Professor Sprout never dreamed that one day she would be the one day the sorting ceremony would be presided over by her.

Of course, it doesn't matter who is hosting this year's freshman dinner.

Because the absolute protagonist is at the Hufflepuff table, and he is very unimpressive!

Tonight is destined to belong to only one person.

That's Owen Sanchez.

After the dinner, so much so that many of the things that Professor Sprout had announced, the little wizards did not listen.

The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

The new professor of alchemy.

The new professor of the Magical Beasts Protection Class.

At the end of the Sorting House, Professor Sprout pulled a sheepskin scroll from her wide, mud-stained robes.

She carefully tore open the paint that had emblazoned the Hogwarts crest, and read it aloud.

It was Dumbledore's letter from France.

It is a letter of appointment from the principal.

There are only two sentences in the whole article.

There will be no male and female student union presidents this year.

Hufflepuff House was appointed as the President of the Hogwarts Student Council, with third-year student Owen Sanchez.

In Professor Sprout's excited and relieved tone, Percy was the first to stand up!

He stared blankly at the professor on the podium.

Then he looked at Owen, who was also confused.

Suddenly, a strong sense of frustration came over me. His face was pale, shaky, and he sat down again.

If the train had safely entered Hogsmeade Station, he might have grumbled.

Available now.

Percy didn't need to be like that.

Because even if today's attack didn't happen, the headmaster's authority wouldn't be changed at will by a little wizard.

Then, the auditorium erupted in sporadic applause.

From the Hufflepuff table.

And then there's Gryffindor.

Ron roared excitedly, and then stood up with both hands and clapped vigorously, not knowing that they were happy to see Percy deflated, but sincerely happy for Owen as the president of the student council.

Gradually, the applause became more and more intense and louder.

Eventually, all the little wizards joined in.

The fierce voices continued for three minutes, and the applause faded until everyone had red hands and Professor Sprout waved to stop.

Then, the professor seemed to have something else to say.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just frowned and asked the prefects of each academy to return to the common room with the young wizards of their respective academies.

Owen knew that it was the Dementors who had been announced to be stationed at Hogwarts.

But now that this has happened, I'm afraid, Fudge won't even be able to get past Professor McGonagall's level.

Everyone returned to their common room in silence, and no one spoke.

But everyone was very tacit, and made way for the boy who didn't care with his face written all over his face.

Starting today, the four major colleges that do not deal with each other finally have a consensus.

That's – don't mess with it, Owen Sanchez.

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"Blake, it must be Blake's guy!"

Just as the Hogwarts Wizards were ending their tiring day in their dreams.

In the principal's office.

A group of high-ranking magical officials and professors are facing off like fire and water.

"He dared to attack Harry Potter in the open, he was crazy!" From the moment he entered, Fudge characterized the Dark Wizard who attacked Owen as Sirius.

And Owen's behavior is naturally to protect his classmates.

As for the Dementors.

"I don't care who that dark wizard is right now! I just want to ask you why the guards of Azkaban would attack an innocent little wizard! "Professor McGonagall seems to be on the brink of an erupting volcano, from Owen's return to Hogwarts for the summer, to the arrival of Grindelwald's female assistant, to the train attack.

One by one, this has exhausted Mr. Meow's few senses.

"They admit their mistake." A flash of panic flashed in Fudge's eyes, as if he was frightened by Professor McGonagall's momentum, "You know that kid has been in Azkaban, and there's Blake's fugitive next to him, so it's normal for them to admit their mistakes!" ”

"Normal?" Professor McGonagall laughed angrily, "There are at least a few hundred young wizards on that train, and today they admit that they are wrong, and they can attack at will, but tomorrow?" Is it possible for all of us to be 'mistaken'! ”

"It was just an accident!" Fudge continued to quibble.

"No!" At this time, Professor Lupin, who was weak on the side, spoke, "This is not an accident, it is that your Ministry of Magic simply does not have the ability to control those dark creatures!" They have also attacked three other little wizards on the train! ”

"And there's no evidence that the attacker was Black."

"I've seen with my own eyes that the killer, who is missing more than half of his body and only has a skeleton shelf, can cast a killing curse, such a physical function, even - even werewolves don't have it!"

"And an executioner who suddenly appeared and swam in England, the Ministry of Magic has an unshirkable responsibility for this!"

Professor Lupin, who was weak in appearance, made a room of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic speechless under a generous statement.

But Fudge was not going to accept Professor Lupin's words, his face was hideous, and he almost shouted: "No! That had to be Blake, it was him, it was definitely him! ”

"Watch your attitude, Mr. Remus, I know you were good friends with that murderer!"

"That was before." Professor Lupin interrupted Fudge, his tired eyes revealing a hint of tenacity, "If that man were really Black, I'd kill him myself." ”

"Alright." Professor McGonagall stepped forward at this time, behind her square glasses, a resolute gaze that no one else had ever seen, "The pursuit of fugitives is naturally up to the Aurors, but I will say that in light of today's events, the previous agreement between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic is null and void, and none of the Dementors can enter the castle." ”

"You—" Fudge choked on, knowing he was wrong, but, "what if that man sneaks into the castle?" You can't find him without the Dementor. ”

"You can't have them! Otherwise, there would be no jailbreaks. "Professor McGonagall showed a great majesty like she had never done before, she could not dislike the mischievous child, but she would never allow anyone to hurt him!

"Keep those monsters away from Hogwarts, or else—"

"We will deploy the necessary means, including but not limited to direct attack to kill them completely."

"You—" Fudge glared, staring at Professor McGonagall but unable to say a word.

Yes, this time it's a problem with their Ministry of Magic.

He couldn't even imagine how the Daily Prophet would report early tomorrow morning.

If you let the public know, the Dementors rioted en masse and attacked the little wizards.

Such public opinion would be disastrous, and he would be more likely to be kicked out of office by an angry populace.

At this time, you can't make enemies with Hogwarts anymore.

"Good! I promise you. They do not reside in castles. In the end, Fudge compromised.

Then, he didn't stop for half a second, but led his men out of the office in a hurry.

"Hmph~"

He promised that the Dementors would not enter Hogwarts, but he didn't say that he wouldn't be watching.

That Blake, he was hell-bent on killing Harry Potter, then he would definitely come to Hogwarts, and if the Ministry of Magic wanted to catch the murderer as quickly as possible, it would have to send Dementors to patrol around the castle.

- At night, it is as if the earth is enveloped by such a black shadow for eternity.

The heavy rain continued.

Just like this night.

From London to the Scottish Highlands.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The rain that pours down can make anyone lose their way. Because it has reached the point of obscuring the wizard's sight.

But obviously, there are always some people who are calmer and more terrifying than ordinary people.

Hogwarts Owl Shed.

Heavy rain was falling from the tips of Owen's hair, and he was crouching on the eaves of the roof in a black robe, looking down on the castle like a proud eagle.

"Click" a thunderclap fell.

With the flash, a thin figure immediately appeared.

"Sir, I think it's time for you to go to bed." Dobby returned a metal ball to Owen.

"Have you found his place?" Without raising his head, Owen put the multi-functional alchemy product that Nick had given him for locating, notifying, and monitoring back into his pocket.

Hannah was right.

He never takes revenge overnight, because he will take revenge on the day of his revenge.

The waste stupid dog who came here dared to intercept him on the street, it was simply looking for death.

Owen cast the spell he knew best, again.

Phantom Spell.

"He's very badly wounded." Dobby whispered, then gestured to a nearby location, near Hogwarts Castle.

"Roar! It's dark under the lights! ”

The subtle magic enveloped Owen's whole being.

Gradually, a new disguise began to replace Owen's current appearance.

It was like a symbol of primordial fear, a hunter with a cold eye in the dark eyes.

"Every hero needs a cape!" He sneered, and the wide black cloak that came out of his illusion whirred in the heavy rain.

He was never a good man.

Owen's creed is to make fearful enemies, sir!

And this fear will turn into his wings and take him through any seemingly unflyable canyon!

Right—Grandpa!

Relevance! Relevance!

(End of chapter)