Owen lay face up.

Listen to the noise in your ears.

He's all alone.

There was no one around but him.

But there was a woman's voice in my ears, constantly surrounding, sometimes pleading, sometimes fierce resistance.

Eventually, all those irritating voices turned into a song.

Like a nursery rhyme: "The sixth witch song I sang for you:

If you encounter danger on the sea,

The storm is more terrifying than that one,

In the face of stormy winds, you are calm.

Meditate in your heart that your ship is out of the way,

I will definitely get through it and have a safe journey.

The seventh witch song I sang for you:

If you are trapped in the wilderness by bad weather,

There was a heavy snow on the high mountains.

A gust of wind blows violently,

I hope you don't freeze your body.

Wrap your limbs tightly with your garments,

lest your hands and feet freeze and get gangrene."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar familiarity crept into Owen's brain.

He vaguely remembered that it was a song that her mother used to sing to him.

"Mother?"

A word that is far away for him.

Except for a single voice, there never seemed to be a physical figure in my memory.

At this moment, his brain was extremely relaxed, so silent and in a daze of suffering.

It wasn't until a long time had passed, perhaps not at all, that he realized that he seemed to be trapped somewhere.

On the fields of the wasteland, alpine steppes.

Far EasTone telecommunications Rizhao Jinshan's beautiful scenery is breathtaking.

Even the wind has a warm smell.

Owen slowly crawled out of a bush, covered in green sap from the plant, and his face and hands covered in mud.

He looked around curiously.

It was a mountain forest, and it seemed to be at the foot of the Alps.

The distant peaks are visibly covered in snow, and the only mountains of Europe's height he can name are the Alps.

"Yay, how did I shrink?"

Just paying attention to the scenery around me.

When Owen retracted his gaze, he noticed that the bushes in front of him were so tall! can resist his upper body.

Then he quickly reacted, not that the bush had become taller, but that he had become shorter, from a boy of fourteen to a toddler of four or five.

"It's a shame." A voice came from behind him.

"I didn't see you grow up."

Owen turned his head away.

He saw a pair of emerald green eyes.

Not Harry's eyes, which were brighter than his, as if they would glow.

The woman looked at his face hungrily, as if she could never get enough of it.

"I don't know." Owen suddenly stopped talking.

This is unprecedented.

A man like him could talk eloquently even in the face of Voldemort, but today he was speechless when he saw a beautiful woman.

Yes, it was a beautiful woman.

Very young, looking not even twenty-five.

She has silver hair that looks like unicorn hair and glows with dots of fluorescent.

Draped behind him like a waterfall.

She was tall, and Owen felt she was at least 5.7 feet tall.

Of course, he cared more about the face - it was too similar.

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Professor Wenda?" Owen asked cautiously, not realizing that his voice was so gentle at this point. The old anger and the mocking tone that permeated the bone marrow are completely gone.

"My mother."

"Your grandmother."

“.”

"I was only suspicious before, but the moment I saw you, I guessed." Owen said.

Her mother had stepped forward and embraced him into her arms.

A strong warmth came from the plains, from the forests, from the mountains. Gentle want to make people cry.

"I have a lot of questions." Owen was in front of his mother's silver hair.

His eyes were full of love, which made him a little unable to open his eyes.

"Yes, you have many questions." The woman whispered, and then hugged Owen tighter.

"But before that, I want you to promise me one thing." She said earnestly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I promise you."

“.” The woman was stunned for a moment, then gently touched Owen's black hair.

"There are some things that can only be seen clearly after the fact, and I hope that after knowing the truth of the matter, I don't blame her."

"She?" Owen looked up at her and said, "Grandma? ”

"Well, she helped me a lot, but I didn't know at the time. Somewhat rebellious - maybe even she didn't realize what she was doing was actually helping me. The woman smiled, as if saying goodbye to her youthful self.

Then he continued: "Someone will explain the next problem to you. ”

“？”

Owen was stunned, "Is there anyone else here?" ”

Hearing this, the woman smiled and held his hand.

And then suddenly there was a lot of fog around,

The surrounding fog, in the clouds and fog, seemed to be the clouds in the sky, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After this relapse, Owen found himself on a ferry.

There was a whistle in my ears.

You can even smell the salty smell of the sea on the tip of your nose.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Suddenly, a voice came.

"Few people have such a rich spiritual world."

Owen turned around sharply, only to see that a stranger suddenly appeared on the ferry.

No – it's a strange centaurs.

It was a centaur dressed in ancient Greek armor, with rough brown hair, green eyes, and a crown of victory made of olive leaves, dressed in a white robe.

"Usually most people's spiritual world is muddy."

"Nice to meet you, kid."

“.”

Although it is a little out of place, Owen still wants to ask, "Dude, huh, ah-you?"

Why do you still have a background in your appearance?

"What shall I call you?" The centaur said flatly, with an indissoluble surprise in his eyes.

"Owen Sanchez." Owen replied with a frown.

Strangely, the centaur appeared very suddenly, but he didn't have much hostility towards the intruder.

He seems to contain a convincing temperament and strength, and it is very easy to win people's trust.

The second is that his name is purely made up by himself.

That's right, the name Owen Sanchez was chosen by himself.

Owen is a very traditional name, and there are not ten or eight people in the orphanage who call it this name. As for Sanchez, it was said that after Grindelwald picked him up, Owen spent all day with an old man with a white beard, so he played so hard that he called him grandpa.

Subsequently, the surname Sanchez naturally blurted out.

After a few years of calling it like this, he got used to it.

But for now.

This is not close to my mother! What is the name of the question, what is he doing?

"Owen!" He said, "Yes, Owen. 'Young Warrior' is a good name. The centaur said with a smile.

"But that's certainly not your original name." The centaur smiled at the woman beside Owen.

"Well—McCowwin and I named the kid. It's called Owen - Owen Wentiny, he can be my last name, Owen Wentini Rozier, or his father, Owen Wendy Hunt. ”

"McCowwin Hunter?" Owen looked up at the woman, another unfamiliar name to him.

"It was a brave man. He wasn't a wizard, but he was brave, and the only ordinary person I knew had overcome magic. ”

Although his mother's tone was gentle and gentle, Owen could still hear the bitter past.

With the temperament of the Rozier family

Although he didn't dare to guarantee Wenda. Does his grandmother have a pure-blood mindset like the Black family, but is obviously not happy about choosing a Muggle for her child, and will even thwart it.

What does it mean to defeat magic?

This indicates that his father was once attacked by magic.

And—he still can't believe Wenda Rozier, she could have a baby?

Just as Owen was laughing in his heart.

In an instant, the ferry beneath their feet suddenly disappeared, and a glorious castle rose from the ground, which was what Hogwarts looked like.

"This" Owen looked at this scene in surprise, his expression was shocked like he had never been.

Why did you change the background again?

Don't be so scary, okay?

Twinkle and twinkle.

"This is the spiritual realm of the centaurs." The centaur explained softly, "It's along with your spiritual world, and everything here will change according to what you think. ”

"Spiritual realm?"

Owen repeated the term several times.

It was another term he hadn't heard much.

But it made him understand why the scene had suddenly changed.

He was shipwrecked.

Then I came to the world of Harry Potter.

So the scene just now is a ferry, and when the centaur asks for his name, he answers his name now, not the name of that time, which means that he has accepted his current identity, so the scene suddenly changes to the most symbolic meaning of the Harry Potter world - Hogwarts Castle.

"Spiritual realm—" Owen looked at it all, then sighed, "Am I dead?" ”

The spiritual realm, in Harry Potter, is the closest noun to it is - Blurry Illusion.

That's where Harry and Dumbledore last talked.

It is also the place where Voldemort's final soul is trapped.

It's like being dead.

"That's a problem," the smile on the centaur's face became more pronounced, "in general, I don't think so, if you did die, we wouldn't have met." ”

"Who are you?" Owen then asked.

"Me?" The centaur was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile, "You can call me Charon." ”

“？？？”

"Teacher Charon?" Owen was stunned for a moment and exclaimed.

"Huh? While I do teach a lot of people, — well, forget it, I like it. Charon didn't bother with what Owen called him.

Charon!

It was a god born of Kronos, the father of the main god Zeus, and the goddess Philaea in Greek mythology.

He was the premier sage of the centaur tribe in Greek mythology and the mentor of many great heroes such as Hercules and Achilles.

The sudden appearance of such a real character in front of Owen made him uncomfortable.

There won't be gods on this broken planet! Owen said with a smile in his heart.

"Uh- I forgot to tell you." Charon suddenly looked at Owen with some evil taste, "This world is part of your spiritual world, so he will show your heart without reservation, and if you say something in your heart, the world will read it like a narrator." ”

Knock - what a torturous hell.

Owen quickly gathered his mind and began to enter a fugue state of selflessness in a history of magic class.

"Haha—you're so funny, not the chosen child."

"What's the choice?" Owen asked immediately.

"Well-you've got a lot of questions, but we have a lot of time, and I'll answer them all for you."

"First of all, I'm not a god, the ancient Muggles created a mythology system by seeing wizards and wizards thinking they were gods, and I'm just an innocent centaur who they embedded in this story." He said, then blinked and said, "But Zeus does exist." ”

“.”

"Then it's the selected question." As he spoke, his expression suddenly froze, and happiness and pleasure seemed to be from another time and space.

"I'm sorry that because of something unavoidable, we didn't defeat our enemy and left him to you."

“.”

"Of course not gods." Caron saw the apprehension on Owen's face, and then calmly explained, "But it's more terrifying than the so-called Muggle gods." ”

“.”

Owen, who was almost speechless, opened his mouth slightly with an indelible mouth, "Evil god? Outer gods? Old Dominators? Or Cthulhu? Otherwise, you should change someone, teacher, I can't cope with these crises because I am not a shallow learner. ”

"Otherwise, I'll recommend someone to you, ah! Harry potter! The savior of today, the man who is destined to defeat Voldemort, is very powerful, why don't you talk to him? Owen asked tentatively, only to be met with a honeyed smile from Charon.

Just in an instant, Owen knew that there was no play, he was being caught by someone!

"But why me? I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary wizard, an ordinary talent, an ordinary brain. ”

"You? Ordinary? Charon smiled, "You're not ordinary at all. ”

"The greatest magic in the world, blends with your skin. For thousands of years, there has been no such wizard. ”

"What magic? Merge with me? Owen looked puzzled.

touched his pink little face, and then looked up at his mother beside him, like a curious baby.

"Love, Owen, it's love." With indescribable admiration, Charon looked at the woman beside Owen.

"Your mother caused this miracle with her own life, and she is the reason why you were born."

"The magic of love?" Owen looked at Charon in surprise, and then turned his gaze to the beautiful woman beside him.

Charon was right.

In the history of magic, there is only one time when the magic of love is recorded, and that is Harry Potter.

The Protective Charm of Love rebounds Voldemort's Killing Curse.

There had been a few times in history that wizards had called miracles of magic appearing on certain people, but that wasn't as clear as Harry's.

Of course, this is only the history of magic.

In addition, Owen also knows that the founder of the Ilvermorny School of Magic in the United States, her daughter once induced a love magic.

The price was that the baby became a Muggle.

Yes, love, comes at a price.

The price of saving a life is the sacrifice of a life.

The price of disarming a spell is the loss of mana. (The story of the founder of Ilvermorny can be found if you are interested, in simple terms, the girl's mother was spelled, and the baby girl triggered the magic of love and lifted the spell on her mother.) ）

At this moment, Owen held his mother's hand a little tighter.

That kind of pure love, only this magical world exists.

The world of Muggles is too complicated.

Whether in his past life or in this life, Owen is extremely fortunate to be a wizard.

"Your birth is very valuable." Charon and the mother and son strolled through Hogwarts Castle in the afternoon.

In Owen's memory, Hogwarts was always sunny.

The sun is shining.

A group of playful little wizards ran through the hallway like crazy.

If you look closely, you can see that the children have their own faces.

Some look like Luna, some look like Hermione.

And Harry, Ron, Justin, George, Fred, and even Percy.

Cedric, Susan, and many more.

Almost everyone he knew appeared at Hogwarts, which alluded to his spiritual world.

The sky was full of birds chirping happily, and the whole castle was immersed in bliss as usual.

Charon's face was equally rippling with pleasure.

As the most famous sage in Greek mythology. He takes pleasure in teaching and educating people.

Being in a school is naturally the happiest for him.

"A school of knowledge." Charon said happily, his voice like a song, "This is simply the happiest place." ”

“.”

Seeing the centaur ancestor's expression like this, Owen really couldn't open his mouth to tell him how closed and superstitious the centaur tribe is today.

"I'll leave them a revelation." Caron said lightly, his tone was a little more lost than just now, "The centaurs shouldn't be closed anymore. ”

"I'll talk about you!"

"Your mother is not a complete human being, someone stupidly delved into the forbidden alchemy of the human body, using some of her own characteristics, soul and various magical bloodlines to create an artificial life."

“.”

"Artificial life?"

It's another bombshell, and Owen listens to the buzzing of his brain.

Get!

Pushing the limits of his knowledge again.

What the hell is human alchemy!

Although it is true that there are various kinds of magic that create flesh in this world, it is still possible to create life.

"The stars tell me, your mother, Gabriel Ventini.

She has a baby-like appearance.

He has the magical ability to break through space.

With the wonderful self-healing bloodline of a unicorn.

There is a rebirth from the flames of the phoenix.

With the magic of a dragon.

Has

Aside from the fact that their lives are short and they cannot produce offspring, such beings are like Muggle gods.

Noble goddess. ”

"In the time of the 'gods,' countless wizards have studied this so-called ultimate life, even immortality, but most of them have failed."

"But there is one person.

There was one man who succeeded.

And he, child, will be your fatal enemy. ”

The setting set or something, it's the most difficult to write, because it's about the main plot, it's changed and changed, deleted and deleted. I have to think again, think again.

(End of chapter)