The magic left behind by Mr. Charon gradually converged on Owen.

When he explained the legacy of the gods clearly.

An intricate engraving appeared on Owen's wrist.

The clock-shaped compass is engraved with twelve columns, converging from the edge of the circle to the center, and finally converging at one point, twisting into three superimposed rings, with countless branches arranged in the shape of roots directly below the rings.

It's like the imprint of an ancient tree rooted here.

"The magic patterns created by the ancient wizards of the Balkans, if you have come into contact with the Runi script, you will understand its usefulness, and the two are about the same." Teacher Charon explained slowly.

"It can help you open the ancient tower, it's the key, it's the map."

"I perceive that someone has destroyed two towers, and it seems that there are still visionary sages in this world."

Teacher Charon continued.

It's just that his tone is getting softer and more indistinct.

"Finally, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

He pointed to his gradually transparent body, and said with a final tenderness.

"I have a professor whose soul has been swallowed by the dead, how can I save him?" Owen hurriedly asked.

"The Dead? Oh! Is that the name they gave him the name of the monster he made? Born of death, it is true, those monsters are born of death. Charon's voice grew distant, as if he were about to disappear.

"Don't worry, the power of the outer gods is not enough to truly affect this world, and the souls devoured by the dead are like storing their souls in a moving box, and they can only give the souls they have sucked to their masters if they find the altar. As long as you break the box before that, the soul will naturally return to his body. ”

"How do you break the box? They are all immortal, and I can't kill them directly. His voice was urgent.

After all, Professor Lupin is still lying in the school infirmary!

If there is no way to save him.

Then there is no point in going back to the past.

"Immortality is just a façade for them. Nothing is immortal, whether it is a sorcerer or a 'god', and the pursuit of 'immortality' must end in tragedy. ”

"The dead have come to the end of their lives, but their end is not death."

Mr. Charon's body was blurry to the point where he couldn't see clearly.

Only the faint sound came.

He used a song-like tune. A cappella sings the history of the dead.

"Oh-oh-oh-the coffin walks with us."

"The destination is too far away, and the journey seems endless-

We search for the fragments overflowing with the soul of the hero, in search of the ultimate fate of death. ”

"Ahh The soul ~~~ is like a beautiful song, with a wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon.

Go ahead and listen to their music through the soul, and when you find their rhythm, the soul in the cocoon will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Back to nature. ”

When the song finally or babbles out into the air.

In an instant, countless starlights appeared around the area.

Together with the mist, they form a spectacular galaxy.

Then it drifted away, heading off into the distance.

The glorious Hogwarts Castle also dissipated along with the starm.

The spiritual realm is back above the field.

Alpine steppes.

Sunshine Golden Mountain.

Wild, life-filled beauty.

"Teacher Caron!!"

"What do you mean?" He yelled.

But the wilderness had no answer.

"That's the end of it?"

He looked around blankly.

That's when Owen reacted.

Whose spirit is this Amano alluding to?

The ship is him, the castle is him, and what about the wilderness?

And what about the bitter and salty winds that blow in the wilderness?

Turning, his eyes met his mother's face.

She still looked at herself with a smile as if she had been since 10,000 years ago.

Owen adjusts his mindset.

He had a hunch that he might be the last time he met his mother.

The centaur man's spiritual world presents the love left by his mother who is attached to him in the form of a flashback spell.

This wilderness is a reflection of her spiritual world.

And what about him?

He couldn't have found anything like the centaur spirit realm.

Unless the Resurrection Stone, he will never see his mother again.

"I'm glad to see you."

Gabriel's gentle voice was like the best medicine in the world.

She spoke softly, like a gentle light on a budding leaf, and some kind of enviable, happy time was brewing in the warm afternoon.

"It's just that it's too short, and I wish it ha—"

Time has made wine, with a strong mellow aroma, spicy and bitter in the throat, and only after a long time, the mellow aroma flows into the tip of the tongue.

It's just - the fragrance is so short, so light.

I can't help it, and I want to take a second and third sip. I'm afraid I'll never experience this happiness again.

“.”

She fluttered, half-kneeling and cradling her child into her arms.

Hold tightly.

"I'm so sorry~" Owen tilted his head, his gaze showing a gentleness that he had never seen before.

Although he never imagined his mother.

Even at the beginning of the crossing, I was a little glad about the beginning of the orphanage, as if I was relieved.

After all, he is not a child, and how to re-establish a relationship with a stranger is not an easy task.

But when the wind of the wilderness really blew into his heart, Owen realized that sometimes feelings are very simple things.

Just two words, the meaning of mother, she can give everything.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I'm sorry - you chose me."

"If you can go back in time, I really hope that you can have your own life, you can be better yourself, and you are no longer just someone else's mother."

The wilderness in the distance shone with the wind of freedom.

Her story is gently carried by the wind, leaving a thick shadow.

Blood poured from the wound that had been cut in the past and dripped onto Owen's body. The pain is mother's.

Gabriel stared at his child.

Owen's short, substantial, outpouring words shook her heart.

The wind of the times swept across her forehead.

Dance the silver-haired pan.

For a moment, she looked at the child and was a little sluggish.

A never-before-seen, a relief, a freedom, a presumptuous emotion grew savagely in her heart.

———— Owen looked at his mom.

As her child, he was not qualified to say anything.

Still, Owen wanted to say if—if time could answer the past.

What he wanted to see was a great wizard blowing the trumpet to change the world, whether she was going to pull Dumbledore off the altar or become a better Dumbledore.

What he wanted to see was a great wizard.

And not only, the footnote of life, but only whose mother.

- The wind suddenly fell silent.

The fields and mountains suddenly turn into ink, stirred by people, and in the brilliant light and shadow, the colors are intertwined.

A peerless, magnificent image unreservedly unfolded before Owen's eyes.

Finally, the last - the streamer sent an elegy.

It is kind and gentle.

"The eighth witch song I sang for you: The twilight is dark, and the surroundings are already dark, and you have to sleep in the wild forests and barren mountains. If you see a female corpse in the wild, do not blaspheme and try to bury it quickly, so that the dead can sleep in peace, it is the duty of a wizard. ”

"The ninth witch song I sing for you: If you quarrel with the mouth, the strong man draws his sword and shows off. You must be cool-headed, not impulsive, and speak in a measured manner, and you alone can save yourself. ”

"Goodbye—my dear child—Owen."

In the next second, the spiritual world collapsed instantly.

Thousands of rays of light flowed into Owen's body.

The kindest voices rose and fell in his ears.

In the midst of the light and shadow, at his wrist, suddenly the oak bracelet that Luna had given him brightened.

A cloud of silver light gradually converged.

Slowly, a small creature leaped out of the silver mist.

It was a rabbit.

The little rabbit jumped up and down, and from time to time he turned back and stood up to look at Owen as if to give him directions.

And he also subconsciously followed.

It's like walking through a dark, wet cave.

If there is light ahead.

Then the light brightened.

Wait for him to come back to his senses again.

All the light dissipated. The darkness returns.

“Wingardium leviosa！” (Yuga Dim Leviosa)

The lid of the sarcophagus was suddenly held up by magic.

Then a certain boy who came back from the reappearance straightened up in a daze, and he looked like a corpse!

"Owen ~~~"

Hagrid exclaimed.

He looked at Owen with delight.

Although this kid looks a little strange now, he has come back to life, hasn't he?

"Something's coming." In the darkness, Owen raised his head and looked at the high wall in the distance.

He could feel that something that he desperately hated was rushing towards it.

It's fast.

Thinking of this, his face sank.

The expression was more serious than ever.

Then he stepped on the edge of the coffin with both feet and leaped down.

"Oops~~~"

"Who! Is it sick, tearing open my robe? ”

A small black man leaped forward, stepped on the hole in his robe, and then planted himself upside down beside the sarcophagus.

His legs trembled.

His jaw slammed on the ground, and he felt a pain for a while, and a few tears came out of his eyes.

"Please help me greet his mother." Owen snorted and got up from the ground.

Holding his chin, he recited a healing spell to himself.

Damn! That's a pain!

I feel like the bones are cracking, and there is wood!

It's good that I didn't speak just now in order to pose, otherwise I would have to bite my tongue off that time.

"Owen~" Luna called in surprise.

Tears of joy.

Bean-sized tears dripped from his silver eyes and fell to the ground.

Looking at Chu Chu is lovely.

“(⊙o⊙)… What's wrong? So sad? ”

My best friend shed tears!

A small black man immediately turned his head and glanced at the centaur elder beside him.

Did you provoke it?

Ahem – okay!

Of course he knew why she was crying.

But now he didn't have time to delay here.

"It's okay! Resurrected with full blood. He gave Luna a funny smile, then quickly rolled up his sleeves and ran out.

———— on the other side, on a high wall.

Except for the centaurs who are in charge of the guard.

There are still some of their companions left.

The centaurs were walking up and down the ground, searching for the corpses of their companions.

They were going to take their companions home.

"Listen~ There seems to be some sound."

The creatures that live in the Forbidden Forest have a good sense of hearing.

After all, the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts is shrouded in fog all year round, and it is full of foliage.

Giant trees, which have not been cut down on a large scale for thousands of years, cover the sky and the sun, and can hide the sun without leaking.

Let's put it this way!

Even during the day, Hagrid had to carry candles into the woods.

"No—it's that monster back!" The other centaur replied in a trembling tone.

"Probably not!" The centaur who spoke first denied it.

The dragon's breath just now was too spectacular.

No one would have believed that the monster that had been driven away would come back again.

Aren't they afraid of being burned by the flames again?

"Click~"

Again, the sound of a branch being broken.

The two horses shuddered.

Horrified, he turned around and looked in the direction where the voice had come.

They are doomed to disappointment.

Because the monsters that are no longer living creatures do not have the kind of fear that normal intelligent beings understand.

"Run!"

"Sound the alarm!"

"Quick! Tell the elders! ”

"Ah~~~"

"Ah!!h

The two horsemen outside the high wall immediately opened their hooves, and the four sturdy legs of the horses rushed wildly.

They threw their heads back and shouted loudly.

I want to pass on information to my companions on the wall.

It's just that when they speak, they also reveal their position.

A few words later.

There were two screams.

A thick mouthpiece pierced their bodies like arrows through the air.

Then they were like deflated balloons, and their bodies quickly dried up.

Only, after a few breaths, the originally strong body became a mummy.

"Woo~~~"

The centaurs, who witnessed this terrible scene, immediately blew their horns.

The low and melodious voice suddenly spread throughout the centaur city.

The toiling centaur looked up and looked at the wall in confusion.

The playful centaur child looked up and looked curiously at the wall.

The horse-man warrior looked up and looked cautiously at the wall.

All living beings are in different forms.

Each has its own destiny.

And it all fell into Owen's eyes.

He was sitting on Bakar's back.

Reproducing a dragon that had transformed into a dozen feet was more than enough to carry five or six people on its back.

God – witnessing the suffering of all beings.

And give mercy.

Revealing the vision of the soul, I can only see more.

———— "Soul~~~ It's like a beautiful song, with a wonderful rhythm, echoing in the cocoon, go, listen to their music through the soul, when you find their rhythm, the soul in the cocoon will break into a butterfly." Back to nature. ”

Mr. Charon's words remained in Owen's ears.

Through the soul – he was wondering what that meant?

What can be called a wizard's soul?

Ride on the back of a silver dragon.

All around is eye-catching.

Owen noticed that a lot of bright red liquid suddenly flowed out of the forest.

It was like a heavy rain, turning the snow falling from the sky red.

But snow! Drifting into the smoke of gunpowder, he took off his whiteness and was contaminated with evil.

And at that moment, Owen suddenly realized.

Something that might represent the soul of a wizard!

(End of chapter)