Nick was still stunned.

His suspended body in the air turned from red to white, and then to more and more transparent.

Until it's about to disappear.

Harry's eyes glazed over as he stared at the figure floating in front of him.

He almost thought that the ghosts of Gryffindor were leaving them forever.

Until Nick's thin body solidifies again.

He was relieved.

Then he glanced at Owen without leaving a trace.

This guy was terrible, and once again Harry was terrified.

Owen almost killed a ghost, how terrible it was, you know, Nick had been in the castle for at least five hundred years.

He died only 500 years ago.

Sirius, on the other hand, was in deep thought, his lonely figure, lonely in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

He knew that the story of that little ghost was not just for that ghost.

Harry was too young, and the two redheads, probably the Weasley children, weren't too big.

They couldn't understand what a terrible thing the story contained.

It is not only a history of intrigue and betrayal, but also a man-eating demon sealed.

And what's even more terrifying is that he actually has a trace of identification with that demon.

If the wizards had been more united, would the world have been a different place?

Suddenly, the godfather of the dog was startled by the idea that popped into his mind.

His gray eyes were slightly constricted.

"It's a joke, a big joke." Gryffindor, known for his bravery, has a ghost that hides his face and wants to cry.

It's just the body of the soul, and it doesn't make him really shed tears.

But the sadness on that face could not be stopped.

There were no tears on his cheeks, but his heart was dripping blood.

Then he said in a mechanical, numb and unwavering tone like an automated question answering machine: "A creature that is catastrophic to ghosts has popped up all over the world. ”

"What creature?"

Nick didn't answer Owen's question directly, but said something else: "If the ghost is a wizard who dies physically and retains his soul, then there is still a creature in this world where the soul dies and the body survives. ”

“？？？”

"And this creature?" Owen looked at him with a look of astonishment.

"Monsters that exist only in Greece. A 'magical creature' born of death. Nick continued, "Someone has been controlling the news, causing the soulless monsters to attack many Muggle villages and lone wizards, without the Ministries of Magic noticing. ”

"I thought Sirius, who had escaped from Azkaban, which had been overrun by monsters, would have some up-to-date news, but—"

He.

Quietly drifted towards the outside of the courtyard.

The whole ghost exudes an indescribable smell of loneliness up and down.

In front of the dimly lit gatehouse, darkness embraced him with joy and joy.

In the air, an inexplicable rhythm was heard, the ancient gods whispered, and the gods cast their eyes.

It is only to celebrate the influx of a good man into darkness. That's it

"That's all I know."

He disappeared in front of the bathroom.

Darkness consumed him.

Only a faint wind could still hear a terrible sound.

I'm just a joke.

"Well, his heart is broken. I wonder if the ghost will dissipate due to a huge mental blow? Or do you despair of the world and choose to go on again? Owen muttered to himself, suddenly realizing that he had another subject to observe.

“.”

"Are you the devil?" George couldn't help but yell.

That's their Gryffindor ghost.

And - the former wizards were terrible.

This world is too dark, black! Black!!!

Harry also felt that his attitude towards Sirius had changed slightly after Owen's ramblings.

Owen uncovers a five-hundred-year-old secret.

It's full of intrigue and trickery.

And what about Sirius?

Perhaps, it was really the conspiracy called Peter?

But he would hide in Ron's house in the form of a rat for more than ten years. It's incredible. Is there really such a person in the world?

In order to cover up his sins, he turned into a rat, and he hid for more than ten years, and the most precious ten years of his life were all wasted.

Does it really make sense to live like this?

It can be said that Peter Pettigrew's twisted experience was the main reason why Harry was skeptical of Sirius and Owen's claims.

"How could I be the devil, my dear, I'm the President of the Hogwarts Student Council!" Owen raised an eyebrow, "Gotcha!" I didn't do anything today, and I wasted time with you. ”

"Okay, I'm going back to beauty sleep, goodbye my stupid Gryffindor!"

With that, he turned around and walked out of Myrtle's bathroom, all the way to the auditorium.

Thank you so much for Sirius' sudden intrusion tonight—they're going to sleep in the auditorium!

——————

At this moment, the atmosphere at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, is tense.

Narcissa Malfoy stood outside the door of her study, looking sideways, looking inside.

She knew that the letter from her sister would be very embarrassing for her husband.

Inside the study is a spacious circular room with lavish décor.

Decorated in dark green and silvery-white, it is flanked by sumptuous furniture, a marble fireplace and gilded mirrors.

Rows of bookcases are neatly arranged with antique calligraphy and books, and desks are filled with stacks of newspapers, each with a news about the wizard.

Portraits are suspended on the walls. They were all men of the Malfoy family for generations. Phineas Nigelus Black, the most unpopular headmiper in Hogwarts history, was hung in the center.

Directly above the flower board is a precious crystal chandelier.

The fluorescent light shone on Lucius Malfoy's gloomy face.

He looked at the flames in the fireplace and was silent.

He's in a bad mood right now.

It's worry, it's fear, it's tangling, it's fear.

Negative emotions are intertwined.

In short, no one in England should be more worried about the Death Eaters escaping from Azkaban than Lucius.

Why didn't they die in Azkaban?

Not so long ago.

Lucius received his wife's sister. Letter from Bella.

- Oh my God, Bella's letter.

Do you know how devastating he was when he saw that letter?

But when he opened the letter and understood the contents of the letter, he immediately relaxed.

At least he wasn't allowed to die directly, or to charge.

The Death Eaters are creating a conspiracy, and he will be an important part of it, in short, he is now somewhat useful to the Dark Lord!

Therefore, a small life can be reserved for a few days first.

"Damn it! Damn it! The huge living room echoed with Lucius's angry shouts.

He had so many problems that he was sore about.

Why didn't the Death Eaters let him go? Everyone walks on one side of the road?

You will be in your prison, and I will continue to be a rich man and a nobleman.

Why break this perfect world!

The longer he came into contact with Owen, or Wenda Rozier, the more Lucius realized that the Dark Lord's game was nothing short of a child's play, and that Grindelwald's Muggle rule was the most suitable for the Malfoy family.

Look at the power he has now.

Fudge was about to step down, which Irving had written to him early on, and Lucius was immediately prepared.

Whether it's Barty Crouch, who may make a comeback, or Rufus Scrimgeur, who has a faint replacement for Fudge.

He bets on both sides.

His British wizarding habeas corpus, though never advertised in the newspapers, has a huge invisible influence!

Especially in these recent times of chaos.

Their business has grown exponentially, and this month he opened a branch in Paris.

Two possible candidates, both courting him.

This is something that the Malfoy family has not had in nearly a hundred years.

The previous Ministry of Magic was not a money pavement, and the poor took the initiative to seek 'cooperation'.

This time, the two candidates took turns to serve him, which was unprecedented.

And the source of all this is due to the guidance of Owen and Wenda after a certain period.

After spending a long time with the Death Eaters, those madmen, and suddenly the support around him became normal, and this was about to end before he savored the feeling of madness.

That's why Lucius is so distressed.

On the one hand, his body is still engraved with the Dark Lord's emblem, and on the other hand, his soul has long been thrown into Grindelwald's arms.

"What should I do?" He looked up and asked about the portraits, hoping that his ancestors would write him a revelation.

And just then, a beautiful black long-eared owl suddenly flew in from the window, interrupting his thoughts.

"Damn it!" Lucius screamed in disgust.

Did all the house elves in the house die and let the owl fly directly into his study.

Lucius pulled out his wand, ready to make the reckless owl pay the price in blood.

But the next second, he suddenly stopped.

He saw the mark on the owl, which came from Hogwarts.

Especially the emblem of the glaring Triple Hallows.

Instantly, he put his wand away.

Walking over and taking off the letter paper on the owl's feet, unfolded it, the handwriting on it is very graceful, elegant, and the words are very high-class, and at first glance it looks like a high-class wizard with a good aristocratic education.

This made Lucius very comfortable.

Oh, yes!

Dealing with himself, he should be an upper-class aristocratic wizard who can write such handwriting!

Why did he keep hanging out with a bunch of street rats that were now hiding in the sewers?

The letter reads.

The other party knew that Lucius had recently received a summons from the Death Eaters.

She asked Lucius to cooperate with the other party as much as possible and not reveal his identity.

After a while, the Saints will arrive at his estate with a new group of stalkers, young talents and genius wizards from Europe.

They will be responsible for protecting him and carrying out the plans of the saints.

This letter is elegantly worded and gentle.

Lo and behold, that's what it's like to be organized! Trust that can become a big thing when it is only possible!

Look at the Dark Lord's side again!

Lucius, who became more and more disgusted with Voldemort, was on fire, and he was ready to welcome him, waiting for the great Grindelwald to save this wizarding world full of errors.

With that, Lucius threw the letter into the fire.

The flames engulfed the letter in an instant, and the orange light reflected on his face.

He was wondering if he should tell the lady about the Death Eaters' plans.

In the beating flames in front of him, there was no wind in the living room, but the flames were rising and shrinking.

It's like Lucius's tangled heart at this time.

After thinking for a long time, he finally watched the fire fall silent.

That Mr. Grindelwald isn't in England if the Dark Lord is going to deal with him.

No, the Malfoys would never really fall for anyone.

They will only stand gracefully behind the winner.

"Philip!" He shouted.

The next second, with a bang, a cowardly house-elf appeared in the room.

"Here I am, master." Philip said in a shrill voice, looking at Lucius Malfoy in horror, afraid that the other party would punish him.

"Go get my dress ready, hurry up, I'm going to meet with a few high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic." Lucius paused for a moment and continued, "Prepare some gifts, but they don't need to be too expensive. ”

Lucius, who now holds the entire wizarding insurance business, has an exceptionally tough waist.

He will no longer need gold to open his way, for from this day onwards his name will far surpass that of vulgar gold!

————

The time to come.

Once again, the castle fell into peace.

The little wizards' hot mood calmed down.

Sirius, who had been searching all day, was stunned and found nothing.

But a few people hid in the corner, doing something that men and women couldn't suppress their hormones, and they were pulled out by Teacher Meow.

And then - Owen was out of luck.

Teacher Meow said that he was the president of the student council and had an obligation to order the little wizards to correct their bad habits.

Then Owen had another job in addition to his busy schedule.

"You~~~ What kind of look are you! The hair is over the ears! Like a hooligan, Gryffindor deducted five points, quickly cut it for me, right away! ”

"Is that how you wear school uniforms? Who allowed you to change the skirt to a short skirt without permission! Deduct points! Slytherin deducts five points! ”

"The student council is sleeping, huh? How can there be garbage in the trash cans in your dormitory! The quilt is not folded either! There's still something on the table! Deduct points! Ravenclaw deducts five points! ”

"In the future, when you eat in the auditorium, you are not allowed to speak! Eat and eat, balabala! ”

"You~ tie your hair up! No shawl hair! It's not okay to be naturally fluffy, what to see, Gryffindor wants to deduct points! ”

"You~ dye my hair back black! Who let you dye your hair white blonde! Look at you, there is a great omen at a young age! What does this mean! Don't you dye it back for me! ”

"You~ what do you see! Pluck the carrots off my ears! Change this, earrings of the veiner iris! I brought it back from Paris, how beautiful! Ahem – Ravenclaw plus five points! Uh-huh - you're the most obedient! Compared to them"

"Hey~ you two! No commissaries are allowed in schools! Ahem - I seem to have a cut, right? That- these things are good for learning, and I give you permission to sell them at school! ”

"No love at school! Say no, don't! If you talk about it, hurry up and divide it for me! If I find out, call the parents directly! Penalty for writing a twenty-inch review! ”

After a week of intensive rectification by Owen.

Hogwarts creatively came up with the idea of early reading.

What morning jogging recess exercises are all on it!

Eye exercises and evening self-study can't be pulled down.

In short, just a week later, Owen was infinitely close to a fifth-year pink toad in the eyes of the little wizards at Hogwarts.

With his nonsense, the conflicts between the four major academies have been reduced a lot.

for all were secretly greeting him.

Of course, Owen, who had just given Hogwarts some shock, was strangled to death by Teacher Meow as soon as his interest started!

After that, Professor McGonagall never mentioned letting him run the little wizard again!

Hehe, o(* ̄) ̄*)

As for Sirius~~~

Owen had long said that Dumbledore's office had a giant magic speculum that could see all of the castle.

The old headmaster couldn't find the dog godfather.

Joke.

The next day he was invited to the principal's office for tea.

I don't know what Dumbledore and Sirius talked about!

But from Harry's aunt's smile in the past few days, he knew that it must be a good thing.

The company is already thinking about moving out of the Dursleys this summer.

"Gryffindor won the Slytherin tournament and they are going to lift the Quidditch Cup again this year!"

November.

The outside of the castle has been covered with a layer of white clothing.

Wind and snow cover entire mountains and lakes.

Owen hurriedly prepared to go back to the dormitory after class, and just happened to bump into Hufflepuff yardgrass, Cedric around the corner.

Who the school grass is, it goes without saying!

"The main thing is that Harry is too strong, he's been in great shape lately!" Justin and Owen Hannah Susan walked side by side, and after hearing Cedric's sigh in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh.

Harry is truly gifted when it comes to Quidditch!

I'm afraid there is no other young wizard in the whole of Hogwarts who can surpass him.

There could have been- he glanced at Owen, but - the guy had no interest in riding on a broomstick at all.

"Our game with Ravenclaw – I heard they had a new Seeker. She's a pretty girl, she's amazing! Hannah said empathetically.

Slytherin dominated the Quidditch Championship for six years.

Gryffindor wins two times in a row!

Hufflepuff hasn't won a Quidditch title for at least a decade.

Although the little wizards of the badger courtyard are not interested in this, as if they don't care very much, the more they don't talk about it, the more they look forward to it in their hearts!

She also glanced at Owen.

In Hannah's mind, the only one who can beat Gryffindor is Owen.

"That's Akihari!"

In a trance, Owen seemed to think of the Asian girl.

Yes, Asian girls.

Whether her home country is Daming is open to debate, they don't have a deep relationship with each other, and they haven't asked, and he left Hogwarts in his fifth year.

When Dumbledore's army was formed, he was ready to run away.

Also, Hermione couldn't possibly have a Slytherin join Dumbledore's Army, wasn't that funny?

So, where the hell is that girl from. Indonesia? Philippines? Japan?

Who knows?

"Bang!"

"Be careful!"

"It's all right, kid!" Around the corner of the stairs, a trance-like Owen and Professor Trelawney collided violently.

She looked as if she had just come back from the kitchen, and her body was covered with the smell of Shirley~

"Huh? Professor Trelawney? Owen turned around and happened to see the professor with thick glasses, countless chains and beads around his neck, and the whole person was crazy and unsteady on his feet.

"Oh! It's you! Professor Trelawney glanced at Owen with her large, watery eyes, and then turned to leave.

"Hey! Don't go, Professor! ”

This meets Harry Potter's only causal weapon, Professor Trelawney, and Owen can easily let her go?

"Professor, have you made any predictions lately?"

He took the professor's hand and asked with an earnest expression.

"No children! Lately all the signs have been blurry, and I can't see anything clearly. Professor Trelawney muttered in her marked, indistinct, low-voiced elongated voice, "I'm tired, boy." ”

"Don't mind! Professor, death, big dogs, spiders, black clouds, you have to have one! Owen followed behind him and continued to babble, "Professor, I've been having nightmares lately, dreaming that someone is trying to harm me, you say, is that a sign of that? ”

"Nope! You should rest early! Professor Trelawney said impatiently.

She wanted to break free of Owen's hand, but she staggered, and after a few steps, she was about to fall, and the arm that broke free would be picked up by Owen again.

"No, Professor, my dream is real, look at my Yin Hall, take a closer look! Is it that the eyes are blank and there is a scorn between the eyebrows? He continued to disgust Professor Trelawney in a coquettish voice.

"You-" Xu was annoyed by Owen.

Professor Trelawney turned his head, his big watery eyes staring at him viciously, and was about to reprimand.

But when she looked at Owen's playful eyes, she was suddenly stunned.

This.

If you drink too much on your own.

There were clear signs on the child's face, perhaps, probably, probably, really.

Signs of early death.

Signs of weakness.

Signs of early death.

In short, if it weren't for Owen still standing in front of her alive, she would have wondered if the child in front of her had a corpse, or some dead thing had been resurrected.

It's a sign of death!

And, oddly enough, there are some that should only be shown in babies who die young.

Owen's eyes widened, thinking that this kind of guy has no fighting ability, he doesn't have much weight in his words, he has no status in the school, and he is still an old liar's professor, he likes to be scared the most, oh it's really interesting to see them think about not coming to the stage.

It's a pity that he can't use this trick on Wenda.

Just as he was in a trance, a sudden change occurred, and he saw Professor Trelawney in front of him as if she were a different person, leaning against the wall, her body stiff, her eyes scattered, and her chin drooping.

Owen's heart suddenly chuckled - Director Gordon is not here!

I'm not going to trigger her passive skills!

A cold wind blew outside the castle, and Owen could hear the whirring sound in his ears.

In the dim, narrow corridor, the atmosphere seemed to change a little strangely.

Professor Trelawney stood in front of him, her body trembling slightly, her eyes beginning to roll as if she had been attacked.

(End of chapter)