"Later?"

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

Because Draco's figure unconsciously popped up in her mind

Don't get me wrong, she's not afraid to call her a mudblood (I don't dare to call it now, but I used to call it that way. And the idiots who have already begun to go bald do not have any ideas.

She was just wondering how someone like the Malfoys, who had always felt superior, could admit that they were backward or give up their superior position as wizards.

A light flashed in her heart.

Hermione finally understood what Owen meant.

The more Muggles progressed, the more intense the conflict between them and wizards became.

Because of the long-standing discrimination against Muggles, wizards would never admit that they might be lagging behind, not even that possibility.

"Sooner or later, there will be a bigger war, or the wizards will fall completely, or the Muggles will return to the Middle Ages, and the contradictions between them will never be reconciled." Owen said quietly, "Unless—"

"Unless what?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

"Unless. When are you running for Minister of Magic? Owen's voice shifted, and then asked Hermione with a serious face.

"Huh?"

"There's only one way to save the wizarding world of Britain! That's Hermione boiling into soup—Hermione becoming Minister of Magic. ”

"Me?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, looking at Owen's fiery eyes (illusion), her fair neck was slightly red, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

The whole person involuntarily lowered his head.

"Yes! At this time, when Fudge was dead and the world was in turmoil, if the public platform held high the banner of righteousness, Gryffindor would definitely wave the flag in response, and the rest of the people with lofty ideals should respond. ”

"In my opinion, the Ministry of Magic must be empty, and such a good opportunity for us to wait for the killer to enter. Wouldn't it be nice to hide from that bird position, you will be the minister, and I will wait for a big man? Owen spread his hands. There was a hint of banter in his serious expression.

“.”

"Amount"

Hermione's flushed cheeks instantly cooled, and then her face darkened at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and she gave him a blank look and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!" ”

It's a lot, and although she didn't listen to it all, she still knows the general meaning.

These are all lines of fatherless wolf ambition.

What is the difference between her rushing into the Ministry of Magic at this time and Voldemort?

She, Hermione, even if she were to be Minister of Magic, would choose to defeat all the candidates in the most righteous and bright way, and then walk to that seat amid the support and cheers of the crowd.

How can such a despicable means be used?

"I think it's good for Owen to be the Minister of Magic, you're so strong, and you know so much, you're definitely much better than Fudge!" That's when Hannah interjected.

She glanced at Hermione.

His face was a little displeased.

You still want to be the Minister of Magic, dreaming!

To be is also Owen!

"I also think Owen is a good fit!" Harry and Ron said in unison.

They weren't interested in Owen's tirade just now.

The main thing is that I don't understand it very well. But they all think it's amazing.

"Mm-hmm, I think so too." Then another young wizard agreed.

It's Luna.

At this time, she was carrying the rabbit ears that Owen had given her last summer.

The silver eyes were shiny, and the cheeks were round and bulging.

If Owen was not mistaken, she must have been stealing candy from the counter.

candy

His gaze crossed over to Luna and landed on the two red-haired boys.

Stop it! Weasley, stop picking up stuff from other people's stores!!

He wanted to scold.

Can George. Or maybe Fred seemed to sense his gaze and immediately raised his hand. Silently raised a finger.

Seeing this, Owen immediately swallowed the words that had blurted out again.

Very good!

What they mean is that when they return to Hogwarts and sell it for money, they keep 10% and give themselves 90%!

Yes!

As the president of the student council, I didn't know anything, I didn't see anything.

Ay! By the way, what about the cloth pocket in my pocket with the infinite stretch spell cast?

Why can't I find it?

Oops, really! How could I be so careless!

The twins, who were sneaking around and frantically filling things into their pockets, were hit on the head by a cloth bag.

He picked up what had smashed himself.

It was a brown cloth bag with no visible features.

Then the two looked at Owen suspiciously.

Seeing his eyes sink, he motioned for himself to use the bag.

George's eyes lit up, he put his hand into the bag, and then the smile on his face became even more exaggerated.

Hehe—the new student council president really understands people's hearts.

If you become Minister of Magic in the future—wow, it would be a heavenly world!

"I'm not interested in being Minister of Magic." Owen will be drawn back to the little wizard whose attention is about to be diverted because of the sound of the twins squirping.

"I yearn for freedom!"

"Free man! I can't stand the shackles! ”

Owen looked back in a dashing manner and smiled confidently.

To hell with him for what Minister of Magic!!

————

Uh- he looks like he's really going to hell.

"Ahem!!"

Just when everyone was talking and laughing, imagining the position of Minister of Magic.

Outside the store, there was a sudden coughing sound.

The little wizards were startled.

In the next second, four or five spells flew out.

"Wait~~~" The man snapped.

But it didn't work.

However, as a veteran Auror, although he was a little embarrassed, he still escaped those non-lethal curses by quickly prostrate and collapsed.

"Whew~~~" Kingsley wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then he slowly got up and gestured behind him.

"It's me! Kingsley Shackle. He quickly explained.

Then he walked into the store with his feet up.

Is Hogwarts now breeding monsters?

His heart cried out loudly!

Although Kingsley was an assistant professor at Hogwarts for a few weeks, he still gets a headache when he is confronted with the shocking level of magic of the young wizards!

In school, he had experienced first-hand the actual performance of those lawless little wizards. Almost all the time at Hogwarts, there is a fight around a corner.

Although I heard that the student council president named Owen Sanchez had forcefully suppressed most of the fights, it was the kind of two-three-person, small-corner fight.

It is simply not possible to remove it completely.

After all, it is impossible for Owen to monitor every little wizard.

It's only the third grade!!

Kingsley glanced at most of the little wizards in the store.

He could see a hint of fear on their green faces.

The future level of magic of this group of children will inevitably far exceed the total number of violent agencies of the Ministry of Magic, but now, they have inevitably slipped into a rather dangerous abyss.

All day fighting, all day thinking about how to defeat the wizards of other academies. If this continues, sooner or later most of them will fall into the arms of dark magic.

Because compared to white magic, compared to non-lethal defensive spells, the power of black magic is obvious.

He was worried, worried if a few dark wizards came out of this group of children.

Especially the little wizard named Owen Sanchez!

They also form teams.

It was even more of a headache for him than the Death Eaters!

"Kingsley?" Owen raised his wand sideways, and said with a serious expression: "You said you are Kingsley, are you Kingsley?" How can I be sure you're not a Death Eater pretending? ”

The tip of his wand glowed faintly red.

Always be ready to give the pretender in front of you.

And after hearing Owen's words, the little wizards who had already relaxed instantly tensed up again!

Oh, yes! Owen was right.

He says he's Kingsley, is he?

Just now, Voldemort was disguised as Barty Crouch!

With this in mind, they raised their wands again.

"Briefly prove that you are yourself!" Owen said.

“？？？”

Kingsley's dark face was covered with black lines.

I prove that I am who I am.

Do you want to hear what you're talking about?

"I'm Kingsley, and I know you're Owen Sanchez. The three children of Harry Potter and the Weasleys, as well as Hermione Granger and the girls of the Abbots. He said in a stiff tone.

Justin:???

Why not me?

"Cut~~~ As long as it's a reader and a reader, there's no one who doesn't know me, what's this."

"I have something Fudge wants to give you." He continued.

"And—"

His expression was suddenly unnatural, a complex, indescribable, strange expression.

There is some laughter mixed in the sadness, and a little coldness is mixed in the grief.

In short, a fan-shaped picture appeared on his face, and after the golden section, there was about two-quarters sadness, one-fifth thinness, one-sixth anthic and finally forbearance.

"Fudge is dying here."

"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

"To be exact." He pointed to the twins, who were sneaking around in a hollow that looked like it had been blown open, frantically gathering the merchandise around them.

"He died there."

Be quiet!

"Bang!"

It wasn't just George or Fred, one of them suddenly let go of his hand holding the prank product 'Nose Biting Teacup'.

Then there was a crisp sound of a teacup smashing.

It didn't break, though, because it wasn't really a teapot.

But it activates it.

The lid of the teapot suddenly opened a mouth.

Then he jumped and happened to bite Ron, who was closest to the twins.

"Oh! Woo~" The hapless Ron let out a scream.

Finally, this strange quiet atmosphere was broken.

"Hiss~~~" Owen gasped.

"It's really a lantern on the grave - looking for ghosts!"

His face was embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

He didn't belittle the Minister of Magic just now.

And the twins.

Their response was greater.

The two brothers who reacted let out a wail, and then pounced on Owen.

Like a frightened rabbit.

It's just that when he poured into his arms, I don't know whose mischievous hand stuffed the cloth bag into his pocket.

This gives the fear a comical undertone.

However, except for the twins, the reactions of the others were quite normal.

Hermione Hannah got up and was about to walk out the door.

As a result, he was stopped by Kingsley.

Justin jumped onto the counter, highlighting a disgrace.

And in the process, it was Luna, who seemed the most relaxed, and her face never changed.

If you want to talk about the reason, because Luna really believes that Fudge has cultivated an army of fire elves, and is always trying to subvert the wizarding world.

Maybe it might be a good thing for her to hear that Fudge died here.

"If that's what you want, take it!" Kingsley took a deep breath, calmed his restlessness, and then casually pulled out a large magical object from his pocket and handed it to Owen.

Yes, huge!

Owen took the time turner from his hand that looked like a scaled-down version of the academy timer.

It's that huge.

It's like a little hourglass. A foot tall (thirty centimeters).

Compared to the original time converter, it is simply an exaggeration.

"How do I use it?" He fiddled with the golden splendor, as if it were made of jade, wrapped in gold. In the transparent vessel of crystal, a time turner with a sandy substance is stored.

Call~~

That's the time converter.

The great magic props of the wizarding world.

The sand-like substance is actually a figurative spell.

A time spell.

Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, that spell has been lost in the years. All we can see today is the remnants of the time-turner-like magic items.

"The wand strikes its crystal surface, turning it once for an hour." Kingsley explained.

"Once again, I warn you, this is the most dangerous magic item in the world, and if something goes wrong, it will not only affect you or the people around you, but the whole world."

"I know." Owen tapped his wand against the surface of the hourglass in his hand.

Sure enough, with a wonderful rhythm came.

The grains of sand in the crystal floated like snowflakes.

Crystal clear and sparkling.

Owen's mind moved, and he knew that as long as he turned the crystal at this time, time would be turned back.

"Nope! You don't understand at all! Looking at the child in front of him as if he had been given a playful toy, Kingsley showed a rare expression of anger.

He stared at Owen with a straight eye.

The black cheeks were filled with vigilance and scrutiny.

"I really don't understand why Dumbledore is so comfortable with you?" He said.

"Owen Sanchez, a little wizard worthy of a dark wizard, if it weren't for his favoritism, I would definitely send you to Azkaban. You deserve it. ”

"I know." Owen dispelled the magic of his wand, which exuded the power of strange time.

Then he slipped the time-turner into his pocket.

This is not the place to cast it.

Then she looked at him with a smile.

"Shakel! An enemy is coming. ”

Just as Kingsley continued to stare at Owen, as if he wanted to leave some warning in his lips, a sudden cry came from behind him.

It was a young wizard in a brown suit.

"Mr. Obbo Benny?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she saw the 'dead' Ministry of Magic official again.

"Oh! It's you! A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aubo Benny's cautious face.

But soon he relented.

This is not the time to explain those troublesome things.

"The pig's head bar can't stand it, Mr. Aberforth tells you to hurry back."

"I see." Kingsley nodded, then clenched his wand and leaned out of the ruined doorway.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and said to Owen in a serious tone: "I will lure all the enemies around me away, and you." ”

"You remember!" There was a touch of sadness in his brown eyes, which was the bitter fruit of some unpleasant memory.

Then, in a deep and slow voice, he said slowly: "They are brought out by you, look at the companions around you, they follow you, and you have the responsibility to bring them back." Take it back to the castle. ”

"I hope you never, never, forget that."

With that, he led his men into the darkness.

A moment later, the sky suddenly lit up with a cloud of fluorescent.

Then the young wizards heard countless sounds of breaking through the sky flying over their heads.

Maybe it's a Death Eater, maybe it's just a dark wizard in general, maybe it's some dark creature, maybe it's a whole bunch of Dementors.

Harry and Hermione had a look of concern on their faces.

At this moment, even Luna, who didn't like the Aurors, a violent agency of the Ministry of Magic, admitted that Kingsley was a hero.

He deserves it.

"Alright, it's time for us to go." Owen clenched his wand and looked at the little wizards around him.

No one will die in front of him.

Unless he falls first.

They headed in the opposite direction to Kingsley, dodging all the way back to the castle.

The process is not without losing the thrill.

But there have also been a few surprise attacks.

A few dark creatures and the dark wizards who didn't have long eyes attacked them for the sake of the Golden Gallons.

But none of that hurts.

Not to mention Owen, even now Harry can easily defeat those guys.

Finally, after they crossed a mountain pass, not far away, the figures of several professors came.

I can't see it clearly in the dark.

But Owen could vaguely tell based on the frequency of the spell and what kind of spell it was, and in front of them should be the head of Ravenclaw House, Professor Flitwick.

"Come here!"

Owen stopped.

The little wizards around him were stunned, and they knew that he had more important things to do.

"Owen!"

"Don't come along." He said.

"Don't follow it silently. It's dangerous. ”

He smiled and waved his hand, motioning for them to leave.

Harry paused, he seemed to have something to say, a thousand words.

But in the end he held back.

Nodding to Owen, he turned around with Ron, a reluctant Hermione, and the twins towards the top of the mountain.

"Go back too! Go see how Professor Sprout is doing. He whispered softly to Hannah.

Then he glared at Justin.

The kid was pretty smart.

Immediately responded to him, and took Hannah and walked up the hill.

The little witch was very reluctant, but she didn't stay strong. She just turned, her golden braids streaking through the snow.

She didn't speak.

It seems that he realizes that he will never be able to catch up with Owen.

The look on his face when he turned around revealed a kind of sadness.

"You're all there to do."

"I think I can help you!" Luna blinked and said in a singing tone.

"Really?"

"I don't know why." She said, "Maybe it's fate in the dark!" ”

"Fate?" Owen smiled, and then his gaze looked beyond the darkness halfway up the mountain, as if he could see through the forest not far away, where there was a human presence in the depths.

"Everything was predestined."

"Reach out!" He said.

Hearing this, Luna smiled. Then she jumped close to him and held out her white hand.

The hand was clenched by Owen.

They stood side by side, on a mound.

The time-turner in his arms, lifted by the spell, flew out of his pocket.

Then hovered in front of Owen.

The two looked at each other.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, will it be a great adventure?" She said in a wistful tone.

Hearing this, Owen smiled silently, and his other hand holding the spell tapped lightly against the crystal.

Then he slowly controlled the crystal and began to turn it upside down.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, heaven and earth seemed to press the pause button.

Snowflakes float in the air crystal clear.

Then it began to rise sharply.

On the earth, the snow turned into flakes again, embracing the sky as if returning to the arms of a mother.

Dark clouds are choppy.

At a certain moment.

A huge gap cracked in the clouds.

Through that gap, the stars shone in the sky.

Purple light pierces the earth, slicing from one end of the sky to another.

On the earth, on the mountainside.

The brilliant starry sky was accompanied by a certain rhythm in Owen's hands.

Going backwards like a meteor.

At that moment, it was as if he was the master of the world.

Wholeheartedly and omnipotently.

Until the west side of the earth, a remnant sun rises from the top of the mountain.

It then rises higher and higher, and finally hangs high.

The sun dispelled the stars.

It also dispelled the darkness.

"Huh~Huh~" I don't know why.

Obviously he didn't make much effort, but he was still out of breath.

The same Luna gasped.

Such a spectacular scene oppressed them, in addition to shock, but more of a sense of powerlessness to see the world and know my humility.

Luckily, that feeling came and went quickly.

After calming down, Owen hurriedly put the time turner back in his pocket.

At the moment, it is about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Although the sky was bright, it was already starting to darken.

At this time, he was playing with Harry and Harry walking Dementors in the clearing in front of Quidditch.

It's strange to say that the Dementor is so big that the professor doesn't notice it.

"This is~" Luna lacks the most basic psychological expectations for the blink of an eye and the sudden brightness of the sky.

She wasn't to blame for that, no one would have such a tone.

"Time Turner." Owen looked around.

In the icy and snowy weather, there were not many young wizards other than Harry who were willing to leave the castle, and they were surrounded by cold winds except for dry meadows and bare land.

He then explains to Luna what the time turner does.

In the exclamations of the elf, she finally figured out that time could be turned back.

"Why are you here?"

"Go back!"

A voice was heard in the distance.

That's – Professor Lupin.

Tomorrow is the college entrance examination!

Anyway, let's do our best. It was really an important exam, and I realized it many years later.

Here, I sincerely hope that you can be on the gold list and be admitted to the school you want.

(End of chapter)