"Hey! I see you're still hesitant, little girl. You know? Geniuses always live in groups, because that will lead to more inspiration. What do you think? Want to join us? ”

Owen's lazy voice echoed through the Forbidden Forest where the blizzard fell.

Roy didn't hear the blizzard at all.

Her eyes looked at the boy with a slight fiery eye.

How many years, how many years have I not heard that familiar, lazy, out of tune voice again.

I haven't heard that laughter full of tenderness for many years.

Roy Silf looked at Owen in front of him.

Watching him flicker with all his might, looking embarrassed, trying to dodge, wanting to speak, but constantly being interrupted by him.

For a moment, the figure in her memory overlapped with the boy in front of her.

"Wentini. Your last name is Wentiny? She stepped forward and pulled Victor, who was already annoyed and annoyed, behind her.

"Don't you know that we are saints?" She continued.

"Amount"

What?

Are you saints?

So what am I?

Fake?

Uh- Looks like I'm a fake!

That's fine.

"Ahem, I am the clerk of the Saints' Hogwarts office in the Scottish Highlands, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. It's normal for you guys at other stations to don't know me. The atmosphere gradually became awkward, but Owen did not feel ashamed at all, he still tilted his head and continued to grin: "Do you know that I belong to the highly secret front?" Directly under Mr. Grindelwald. Mainly responsible for the spying and surveillance of important people. ”

"All for the greater good!"

As he spoke, he walked forward quickly, grabbed Roy's hand, shook it up and down fiercely, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, colleagues from other positions." Now you know, we're family. ”

“.”

A smile welled up in Roy's gentle, watery eyes.

Then a smile appeared on his face like an unfolded flower bud.

"Wow! This aunt - you look so good when you smile. ”

"Oh! By the way, my surname is Wentini, and my mother's surname is Wentini, which I just changed. He said.

"Call my sister!" Roy tapped Owen's brain, then said gently, "What's your mother's name?" ”

"My mother?"

"My mother's name is long, her name is Gabriel Wentini, what's the matter? Do you know? Owen also didn't expect that he had just learned that he still had a mother, and he didn't jump out of the crack in the stone, but he turned around and met an acquaintance of his own mother.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

"Well—then you really should call me Auntie." Roy nodded, then looked at Owen happily.

"I didn't expect you to live, then—I thought, Ms. Rozier—no—it doesn't matter, you shouldn't be living in England now. You—" She said with a sudden urgency, her eyes flickering slightly, and finally noticing the Hogwarts uniform that Owen was wearing.

"You're a little wizard at Hogwarts? Oh! That's right! Wizards in England should certainly go to Hogwarts. Oh, my God! Then you should have seen her already. ”

"Wenda?" Owen did not shy away from directly pronouncing Roy's name several times when he wanted to say something.

"Have you seen her already?" Roy sighed.

"Yes, I've seen it, my grandma!"

Hollow sounds, through the forest.

Roy's expression froze.

She looked at the boy in front of her in shock, at his smiling expression.

"You got it?" She asked.

"Know what?" Owen replied with a smile.

There was no hostility in the tone.

But Roy could clearly perceive that a thick barrier had suddenly erected between them.

And at this very moment.

Word came from the fallen leaves.

The abrupt sound of branches breaking was especially loud in the night.

Someone has apparitioned.

Not surprisingly, it was Owen's most familiar figure.

Gellert Grindelwald and his butler, Wenda Rozier.

The two stood side by side on the snow.

Looking at Owen from afar.

"About your mother." Grindelwald stretched out his hand and motioned for Wenda to stay where she was.

I walked over alone.

"Needless to say." Owen interrupted his grandfather.

"I still have that imagination, after all, I went to school and knew what 'Gabriel' meant.

'God is my strength'

Someone poured their heart and soul into it, and then there were cliché stories, wizards and Muggles, hybrids, outer gods, androids, and whatever. ”

"My mother, forgive her mother for her wrongdoings." Owen spoke flatly, as if talking about an inconspicuous and unimportant matter.

He squinted, his figure standing as lazily as usual.

At the shoulder, Balk was biting at his collar and playing.

It's just that the two feet are standing upright, and the two little short hands are grabbing his collar from side to side is particularly funny.

Maybe it's forgetting that it's not a cat, but a dragon!

In the vast, dark, and cold Forbidden Forest, Owen showed an unimaginable tolerance for ordinary people, he spread his hands and looked at Wenda calmly, "My mother died for me, and she has forgiven you. ”

Hearing this, Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the pace of his feet quickened a little.

All around, on the icy Christmas Eve, the weather is getting colder and colder.

The snow has no intention of stopping.

Instead, it's getting bigger and bigger.

The words of several people were already accompanied by a thick white gas.

Only Owen, his breathing was extremely steady.

There is hardly any white mist visible on the tip of the nose.

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, his lips and teeth twitching. Hand in hand.

He knows this 'grandson' of his own.

When he's really calm, he's not like that.

When he is truly calm, there will be a faint hint of arrogance on his face.

And not believing in, calm is terrible.

"Now, the mother has forgiven her mother for her wrongs."

Owen smiled and looked sideways at Wenda in front of him.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew through his hair.

His eyes flickered suddenly.

Then he said kindly, "So, should I forgive you?" ”

"I don't think I'm qualified to say that."

The smile on his face piled up.

"Shall I send you to meet her?"

"Arvada—"

The speed of his shot is extremely fast.

Or rather, he never put his wand down.

A dazzling green light, accompanied by a jumble of sounds, seemed as if an invisible Grim Reaper flew through the air.

"Ask for your life!"

The Killing Curse lit up.

In the shocked eyes of everyone.

Towards Wenda Rozier's agitation.

Seeing this, Grindelwald, who had been on guard for a long time, was silent and hurriedly fanned his wand. His face was full of caution.

The position of the azure Sanchez was instantly propped up.

He knew that the child in front of him was a man who would repay him.

From the beginning, the generosity was just trying to make others let their guard down.

The Killing Curse is deflected by the force field.

Blow up the hundred-year-old tree on the side and cut off the waist.

"Hmm," the expression on Owen's face was still flat.

He did promise his mother to forgive her mother.

However, he didn't say what the way to forgive?

Owen's way of forgiveness is simple.

Since my mother has forgiven you, then I will send you to see her.

"Grandpa~" he said lazily.

The wand in his hand was thrown out faster, this time no longer some kind of spell, more like a wave.

"You shouldn't have deflected my spell with the magic I deduced."

- Sanchez Force Field.

This magic is a global gravitational field with space-time characteristics proposed by seven-year-old Owen, and its field principle is based on the infinite stretch spell and the phantom shapeshifting spell to create a force field that extends time and space, which can be used to dispel all spells and physical attacks.

It seems that the spell is almost unassailable.

However, as the proposer of the theory, Owen knew that this spell had a fatal flaw, that is, when casting, it must not be interfered with by the same space-time force field, otherwise the wizard would not be able to determine where the dispeld spell would go, and even the spell would disintegrate in situ, the space would collapse, causing uncontrollable damage to the wizard.

Some resemble failed apparition shifters.

Separation of limbs is all good luck.

If you're unlucky, the runaway space will throw you directly out of the earth, or crush you directly to pieces.

The next second, just as Owen had expected.

A hint of surprise flashed in Grindelwald's eyes.

The rippling force field in front of him seemed to have been punctured by something, and the next moment, a dazzling green light struck again like a swimming snake.

The speed was so fast that it could be said that if the Aurors were present at this time, he would definitely not have time to make a defense.

But that's not an Auror.

It was Grindelwald, one of the greatest wizards in the world.

He reacted almost the moment the force field shattered.

On the chest hung the necklace of the Three Sacred Vessels, the metal opened like flowing water, and in the ripples, a dexterous golden eagle drilled out of it.

It shook its head and flailed its wings in the direction Grindelwald's wand was pointing.

It rushed into the green light like a valiant warrior.

Then the green spell exploded in an instant.

The golden eagle fell to the ground like a falling fighter plane.

It then reshapes into a broken necklace.

"Whew~"

Owen held up his left hand.

The gray pupils, the green that existed in the silhouette converged to the center one after another, and the short black hair boiled in the wind.

A strand of silver fell from his ear.

Just now, he resisted a spell from his grandfather with his hand.

As a world-leading dueling master, when he transforms the golden eagle, he unleashes a gray petrification spell, which appears almost at the same time as the golden eagle.

There is no clue to be found with the naked eye.

By the time Owen noticed, the spell had reached less than a few inches of him.

He just subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

"Kid." His voice was never gentle.

Like an old and serious grandfather.

As he spoke, the ground was already a squirming tree root binding Owen's legs.

Grindelwald had snow on his feet.

He always has a sense of magnificence from the Alps.

Grim and charismatic.

A Bavarian costume with perforated leather and delicate embroidery.

Leather trousers, a wide trench coat and high boots.

A sexy and delicate, rock-in-the-roll, rebellious temperament comes to the face.

But Grindelwald himself was not as flamboyant as a rock boy, but rather like a romantic poet in his every move.

If anything, Dumbledore is the most traditional classical wizard in Europe.

Then Grindelwald is the writer's pen, the warrior who charged forward during the French Revolution.

Soaked in romance and coldness.

Passion and courage.

His figure was straight.

The hand, covered with various scars and wrinkles, landed on Owen's cheek.

"Neither the past nor the past can compare to the future." He spoke gracefully, his eyes filled with remorse and seriousness.

"I apologize to you, Owen."

The scenery in front of him seemed to be old, and Owen's heart trembled slightly.

His dazzling eyes were no longer sharp.

Tiredness is visibly written on his face.

Even the hands, as if they had been invaded by some permanent black magic, were covered with clear scars.

In the past, his grandfather was not like that.

They live a reclusive life in England.

Having lived in the Welsh countryside before, it was the easiest day of Owen's life.

Warm wind, mountain water, gentle meadows.

At that time, his grandfather often took him to hunt in the surrounding forests.

It was during that time that many of his strange magical inspirations sparked.

Grandpa was always able to turn his ideas into reality.

Although Grandpa didn't smile, Owen could feel something like home that he had never felt before.

Later, they moved to London.

He remembered that one afternoon, in Diagon Alley, he had lectured the arrogant Draco and his grandfather had taught Lucius who had come to avenge the cub.

It was a sunny afternoon that wasn't scorching.

His mockery echoed in the corridors of Diagon Alley.

For a moment, it was as if everything in the past was vivid.

"You should rest for a while." Grindelwald could see the mixed emotions churning in Owen's eyes.

It's like layers of pearly dragon scales that suddenly grew out of his arms.

Something was reviving in his body.

At this time, what he really needs is to rest and get a good night's sleep.

"It's Christmas." He said.

The snow was still falling in the woods.

"Happy Holidays."

Grindelwald touched Owen's forehead, and a strange magic spell was woven into a spell.

Gradually, he suddenly felt a great sense of sleepiness.

The overwhelming attack was like the waves of the sea.

Owen still wanted to struggle.

He blinked sharply, but the sleepiness was too strong.

He even heard some kind of whisper in his ear.

"Let it go! Owen~"

"Bang"

He fell into his grandfather's arms.

The world closes its eyes.

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Inside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

A loud noise that had never been heard before came from within.

"Voldemort, Death Eaters, Dead, and some other shady bugs." Sirius and Professor McGonagall stood together.

His tone was strong and agitated.

"In the blink of an eye, we seem to be surrounded!"

"There must be some greater evil behind it, and the original evil guys have cooperated in the past few months."

"It's a huge threat to us!" Professor McGonagall frowned and said worriedly.

"Wait, wait." Dumbledore sat in his chair.

He still had Tom's journal and the Muggle fantasy book The Lord of the Rings in his hand.

He spoke calmly, "Wait for Severus to come back." ”

"We need a little intelligence."

"That slug!" Sirius was furious, he still didn't understand why Dumbledore would make a Death Eater a professor in the Academy?

Isn't this raising tigers?

"Will he come back?"

"I'm afraid that by this time, he has already knelt in front of his master and kissed his feet."

"Hehe~~~" Sirius's voice just fell.

The door to the principal's office was pushed open.

There were two people coming.

One was Snape.

He was wearing a sneering face, "A person like you with an empty head and a stupid wand wondrel will naturally not understand what it means to be truly powerful. ”

The other is Grindelwald.

His face was as usual, and when he came in, he only said one word.

"Isn't the kid awake yet?"

Dumbledore looked sideways.

The eyes are quite complicated.

"Nope."

Everyone looked sideways, and Owen was lying in his office, near the cabinet with the meditation basin, sleeping in an armchair.

The armchair is surrounded by a curtain that is used to isolate sound.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, then turned back to Snape, "How is he?" ”

"Dead!" Snape said coldly.

"Dead?"

"He's not happy with his new body." Snape said in his trademark, prolonged, and rich mockery, "He hates his youthful face, and—"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly moved.

Then, in his hesitation, he whispered, "Lost to that spell twice, his purpose is now clear. ”

"Really?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with delight.

It was one of the few good news he had heard.

It's just that he has to study the plan in this area again.

"From the Ministry of Magic?"

"Fudge is dead." Mad-Eye Moody was standing beside Professor Flitwick on his crutches.

"The guy we locked up in the basement of the Pig's Head Bar is also dead."

"She's dead?" Dumbledore was stunned, which caught him by surprise.

"In the midst of the final battle, the Dark Wizard and a group of strange wizards frantically attacked the Hog's Head Bar. Our people suffered heavy losses, and in the chaos of the battle, she was sucked out of her soul by a monster. At that time, our people were all moving, and what exactly happened behind the scenes, it is not clear, and after the war we found her body at the scene. ”

Moody's MONOCULUS rolled wildly, "I'm sure it's her corpse, not something pretending." ”

"Okay~ That's unfortunate news." Dumbledore said flatly.

Then his eyes fell on Grindelwald, who was sitting on a chair as if no one was around, and his head was tilted up, as if he were resting with his eyes closed.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly froze.

Everyone present looked at the once, most evil dark wizard.

If it weren't for Voldemort coming from behind, the title of the most powerful dark wizard in the world would still be on his head at this time.

"Wenda is going back to Durmstrang." He said calmly.

"An idiot has left his students, and she's going back to be the headmaster."

(End of chapter)