"Headmaster?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then said in an inexplicable tone, "I thought you would be going to be the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." ”

"Me?" Grindelwald suddenly showed a flamboyant smile, "I don't have time to play with you who can train a little wizard more, Albus." ”

He slowly stood up from his chair, his hands behind his back, a slender trench coat outlining his muscular body, he looked much younger than Dumbledore, and he still had the demonic temperament of youth.

Grindelwald slowly glanced around at the crowd, Dumbledore's people, "Obviously, in this game, I have won. ”

"Albus, you have to admit that this time I won very well." His eyes flickered to Owen, who was still asleep.

The meaning is very clear, whichever one is better than all of them.

"He," Dumbledore gave Owen a loving look, "he's very good. ”

"But it's just so good, and a lot of things need to be experienced to understand the truth. Does he really understand the truths he talks about?

Gellert, you've been a bit of a nuisance to him. ”

"Am I going to let him stay with the crowd and the fools in class?" Grindelwald scoffed, "Don't you know that classes are harmful to IQ?" ”

"I think ~~"

"Well, I don't want to argue with you on this issue anymore. I'm not here to quarrel. He said.

Then, Grindelwald stretched out his wand against his temple, and he pulled out a strand of silver.

scattered, conjuring up a mirror image in the air.

"It is." Dumbledore frowned, the location in the picture, he was somewhat familiar, it was Samothrace in Greece.

"Memories of the Past~"

Samothrace, the most mysterious place in the wizarding world.

After two months of love, he and Grindelwald agreed with each other that they would go on an expedition to Greece.

Had it not been for the sudden death of her mother, the old headmaster would have had to stay in Godric's Hollow.

Maybe everything will be different.

"About the past." Grindelwald whispered, loss written in his expression, just as the loss on Dumbledore's face.

"Your sister's business."

"Say no more." Dumbledore stopped talking, his chest heaving slightly, and finally a sigh came out of his mouth.

"No, if I killed it, you should treat it as if I killed it, and I apologize to you." He said.

Grindelwald knew that was the last thing Dumbledore wanted to look back on.

He was reluctant to delve into the day, when the teenagers were planning to find the Deathly Hallows in the hope of a 'greater good', and in order to take care of his sister Ariana, young Albus proposed to take his sister around the world with him, and this idea was naturally opposed by his younger brother, Aberforth.

A fight broke out between the three of them, and in the chaos, Ariana, who was on the verge of collapse because of her silent parasitism, was hit by whose spell hit her.

The sudden spell instantly detonated the dark power in Ariana's body, silently tearing her to pieces.

This was the beginning of Albus and Gellert's break.

From that time, the great principal understood that instead of pursuing an empty future, people should cherish what is in front of them.

And this became the pain of the headmaster's life, he was afraid, he was afraid to know the truth, to know that the spell that shot at his sister came from his wand.

And the former Grindelwald did not understand Dumbledore's twisted mentality.

In his opinion, that frail sister was simply the biggest stumbling block preventing him and Dumbledore from conquering the world, and now that stumbling block was dead. Isn't that a good thing?

Moreover, Dumbledore did not have a good relationship with his own family, both with his younger siblings.

It wasn't until a long, long time later, in the years of Neumengard, that he slowly understood some truths.

And when he knew that his followers had been strangled by the Federation, and even though he had fallen, they were still unwilling to give up on him, and were still desperately hoping to rescue him, when he learned what Wenda had done in Norway.

This talented and talented dark wizard finally understood those truths.

Those things that Dumbledore often talked about love and loyalty, the path of sacrifice.

"You know, I never blamed you." Dumbledore's tone became extremely painful, his body trembled slightly, and his blue eyes were full of remorse, "I have done many wrong things. The ignorant pursuit of power in my youth, and then my stubborn reluctance to reconcile with you, watched Tom fall into darkness step by step, and trusted people he shouldn't have trusted, which led to the death of Lily and Jaime, but I have never regretted meeting you, Gellert. ”

"I know."

The two of them spoke, both of them a little silent.

A painful atmosphere brewed by time echoed in the principal's office.

But that's just for the two of them.

To others in the vicinity.

Except for Professor McGonagall's usual face, she already knew the love-hate relationship between her headmaster and the Great Devil of Achievement.

The others were dumbfounded.

Sirius, in particular, never imagined that the greatest white wizard in the world would have such a relationship with the long-established Dark Lord.

The corners of his mouth outlined a helpless smile.

I remembered what Owen had said to him.

Now he can be sure that the world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray.

Some of the positions he has been holding on to may not be so important in terms of results.

Ready-made was silent for a long time.

Only the wandering image kept autoplaying.

It was a memory of a person, an evil sacrifice that made people feel sick.

"This is something that was scavenged from the head of Peter Pettigrew." It was a moment before Grindelwald spoke again.

"It's pretty much the same as what I salvaged from Bella's head." On the side, Professor Snape said coldly, "Against those stubborn guys, I used two bottles of Truth Elixir, Dumbledore, which depleted my treasures. ”

"His potion is the best I've ever seen." Mad Eye Moody opened his mouth in approval, saying that it was he who presided over the interrogation of the die-hard Death Eaters.

I have to say that with the help of the truth elixir, this job is the easiest for him in the past few months.

"I remember last year you got a lot of the venom of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider from the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore seemed to have calmed down, and he said lightly, "You know, strictly speaking, the Forbidden Forest is the property of Hogwarts, and the eight-eyed spider was cultivated by Hagrid. ”

"Hmph~~~," Professor Snape snorted rather unpleasantly.

Then he was silent.

He's already made a lot of good things this year.

The basilisk in the secret room, the eight-eyed giant spider in the forest.

There are also precious and amazing plants cultivated by Professor Sprout from the Far East and Europe.

He didn't want to spit it all out.

He would rather continue to dispense the beast with a wolf poison potion every month.

Well, it may have been that Teach Lupin had been given a wolf poison potion for half a year, which brought his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore to a certain peak.

To put it simply, he needs to vent.

"Okay, let me get down to business." Dumbledore glanced at Snape, a hint of worry behind his half-moon eyes, and he knew that now that Voldemort had returned, the pressure on Severus was beginning to increase day by day.

He needs to vent, and that's normal.

Then the old headmaster withdrew his gaze and turned his energy back to the virtual shadow of the sky.

"It's hard to imagine that such a thing exists in our world."

"A god."

"A demon, perhaps?" Grindelwald sneered.

"It's clear that your student doesn't trust his men, neither the rat nor the stupid woman know much. The real situation is just to wait for the child to wake up and ask him. ”

"You mean Owen?" Dumbledore wondered, wondering why Owen knew about the Outer Gods.

"I've seen him wipe out the dead in the Forbidden Forest with the Patronus Charm." Grindelwald said solemnly. "He must have been guided by someone."

"I asked the little girl named Luna, well- I have to say, your students seem to welcome me? Before I could open my mouth, she told me everything that had happened in the Centaur Castle in the Forbidden Forest. ”

"Oh~ Then I should strengthen the teaching that they should not talk to strangers." The old headmaster quipped.

Then he turned his gaze to the child, with his legs on the armchair, his head tilted back, and the crystal clear liquid at the corners of his mouth running down his cheeks.

"What did he see?"

—————

By the time Owen woke up, it was already the afternoon of the first day of Christmas.

After washing his face, he began to receive inquiries from his grandfather and grandmother.

He didn't hide it, it was nothing to hide.

Fifteen-10 told Dumbledore all the people and things he had encountered in the centaur spiritual realm.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious outer god.

He said it emphatically. How terrible it is to be the Lord of Corruption and Souls, the Master of Misty Illusions, and the Outer Gods who have been banished by the gods.

In short, it is probably useless to eliminate him.

There was no way to kill him in the Age of the Gods, let alone in this era of withering magic.

All they could do was destroy the towers. Break off the cornerstone of the outer gods' projection to the Overworld.

According to Mr. Charon, two have already been destroyed.

Owen speculated that this may have been the direct cause of the sudden riots of the Dead in recent months.

Because in the past two years and years, the outer god has been sneaky, and he has never made such a big fanfare as he does now.

The old headmaster raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and then looked at Grindelwald on the side.

There was a thought in my heart.

As for the other professors, each of them had a trembling expression on their faces.

For them, the sudden appearance of a mysterious divine enemy is much more terrifying than Voldemort's.

Just dealing with a god is desperate to say.

Owen then briefly told Dumbledore about his mother, Gabriel.

After hearing Owen's mouth about the mother's sacrifice of her life for her child and triggering the protective curse of love, Dumbledore was more moved than anyone else.

He was almost in tears.

It was the first time Owen had noticed Dumbledore's sensuality.

Professor McGonagall on the side also had red eyes, which directly caused her eyes to become gentle when she looked at Owen.

The last time she looked at him so tenderly was back at the Sorting Ceremony.

As for the other professors, they were also moved.

Even Snape, who had always been at odds with him, had an unspeakable expression on his face.

Maybe he saw Lily in Owen's body.

- The inquiry continued into the evening.

Owen, who began to fall asleep again, went back to the Hufflepuff common room in a daze with the help of Professor Sprout.

He was still tired.

It's as if exhaustion is never far away.

Sore, weak, dizzy limbs.

It's like the kidneys are overdrawn.

Back in the bedroom, Justin brought pumpkin juice after a few bites.

He turned the quilt over and lay down again.

And this one lies down, waiting to be awake again.

It was already early the next morning.

"It feels like I've drunk fake wine."

I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache.

After several bottles of refreshment in a row, it was slightly relieved.

and so that the blurred vision is clear again.

Owen noticed the hill-like packages lying next to the bed.

It was this year's Christmas present from the little wizards.

"You're finally awake." Justin was already up early.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a box of toffee in his hand.

One by one, they are being wiped out.

"Your Christmas gifts have steadily increased this year compared to last year!" He said with some envy.

Because Justin saw, in the midst of that mass of packages.

There are several packages, and the packaging box alone is covered with various golden patterns.

Even if you don't open it, you can guess that the contents of this box are definitely worth a lot of money.

And he, the most valuable thing he has received over the years, may be the five gold gallons that Owen gave him directly last year. (Except for Muggle items.) ）

Also, as a Muggle-born wizard, most of the people he knew were classmates.

Those little wizards had no oil and water to squeeze for a long time.

Under the intensive cultivation of the Owen and Weasley twins, the economic situation of the entire Hogwarts wizards cannot be said to be steadily improving, which can also be called like cattle and horses.

Guided by the great concept of adhering to sustainable fishing with all its might.

Owen and the Twins' methods can be called plucking the goose and plowing the ground three feet.

Let's put it this way!

If it weren't for Hogwarts, those little wizards in the castle would have been famine!

"What are you doing looking at me with a fiery face?" Owen glared at him.

Don't think you kid thinks buddy doesn't know.

Don't you just want a golden Galleon?

He hasn't prepared this year's Christmas gift yet!

"Hey~"

"Hey uncle!" Owen gave him a blank look, and then began to unpack his own gift.

The first is a whole bunch of Christmas cards.

Thanks to his feats on the school-opening train and the blessing of the Order of Merlin, Owen has a small group of staunch admirers in Britain – most of them at a young age.

Those Christmas cards are basically sent by them.

Most of them are asking for autographs or photos, nude photos or something

Burned some of the Christmas cards on fire.

Next, he tore open a package.

It was a small package wrapped in some kind of beast skin, and you didn't have to guess Owen to know that it was Hagrid.

It contained two eggshells of snake birds.

The snake bird is a magical animal that is mainly found in the Far East and India.

It is a two-legged animal with wings and the body of a snake, and has feathers on its body.

His eggshells have been used by locals as gifts to give to each other. Because it was made of the purest and softest silver, and it was of great value.

Owen just gave him a brief look.

is like the eyes of a barcode scanning gun, and the value of these two eggshells automatically pops out.

Very good condition, probably more than twenty Galleons.

Next up was Harry's gift, a Quidditch model toy that he had been kidnapped from Malfoy (the previous summer), a huge glass ball with a Quidditch field inside that, with the slightest touch of his wand, would automatically fly up for a match.

Ron gave him a sweater.

Brown fluffy sweater with a big L embroidered on it.

It was the first letter of his name in capital letters, and at first glance it was Mrs. Weasley's craft.

Ginny gave him a quill pen.

Colin gave him a few handsome photos.

The Weasley twins gave him a bunch of candy, and it was clear that they were stolen goods from Jokowi's magical joke shop.

Then there was Hannah, who gave him a pair of red socks.

I don't know what the meaning of this is.

Luna gave him a group photo.

It was during the school year that Colin gave the two of them a group photo.

On the back of the photo is the inscription: To the most precious friend.

Then came Hermione.

Her Christmas gift was a scarf.

It looked like she had woven it herself, and the lines of the scarf were crooked and knotted in many places.

On the neckline is embroidered a small beast that does not look good.

Owen guessed that she probably wanted to embroider a badger, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to make, and she couldn't finish this difficult weave without the help of magic.

Finally, Owen opened a Christmas present with gold streaks on it and a large Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There's a book in it.

"The Book of Nature's Mysteries: The Fifth Element"

Uh- no need to guess, this is definitely Nick LeMay's Christmas present.

But - books, books, books are books. Dude is annoyed when he sees a book now!

He read more books this year than he had in the previous two years combined!

In the second half of the year, he was ready to slow down.

It seems that he heard the complaint in Owen's heart.

When he took the foot-thick book of Nature's Mysteries: The Fifth Element, out of the box.

A small, light-reflecting object caught his eye.

"Moon-looking mirrors?"

It was a moon-looking mirror about half a foot long, with delicate metal engravings on its surface.

Owen subconsciously raised it and looked back and forth.

"What! It's useless at all, not even the function of televising. Give me a broken one? ”

"Maybe there's something else!" Justin said with a few more toffees in his mouth.

"Other uses?" Owen's right eye rested against the moon mirror and turned to Justin's body.

"Fuck~"

Owen, who was afraid of the long needle eye, immediately put away the moon scope.

Houli crab~~~

It is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for more than 600 years, and he plays with flowers.

See-through lenses can be made.

Fortunately, this thing fell into the hands of a decent gentleman like him! If it falls into the hands of some lustful heads, it's okay!

With this in mind, Owen hurriedly put the real speculum into his pocket.

Such an evil object, he must keep it close to himself!

"What's wrong? Is there any secret to that lunarscope? Seeing that Owen suddenly reacted so much, Justin asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just broken, I'll send it back to Nick in a while." Owen, who was clear and jade, said seriously.

Then the hands are already ready to unpack the next package.

"Really?" Justin doesn't believe a word about Irving's claims.

It's really going to be broken, you've already lost it, and you can still put it in your pocket?

What about the ghosts?

But he didn't dig deeper, isn't it just a moon-looking mirror?

No matter how precise it is, just look at the moon, what is the difference between it and ordinary ones.

Soon, his mind was drawn to the next package in Owen's hand.

Pretending to be calm, but Owen, who was already fluttering in his heart, continued to unwrap the package.

He was looking forward to the next package.

It's like opening a blind box.

Just now they were all rare props, and suddenly a golden legend opened, which made his enthusiasm instantly soar.

"Huh?"

Owen was a little surprised.

Because it's not a big deal in the package.

It's not some magical magic alchemy prop, nor is it a valuable treasure.

Inside the box were letters and a photo album.

Curious, he flipped through the photo album.

Turning the first page, a young, silver-haired girl who looked no bigger than him appeared on the frame.

She was holding her wand and looking at the camera impatiently.

Underneath the girl was a table full of various parchment scrolls, and she was writing and drawing.

Anyway, she didn't want to be disturbed when she took this photo.

Owen continued to flip through it, followed by a photograph of her in a white robe, like a researcher.

She stood in front of a pile of human-tall bottles and cans.

The glass-like container is filled with all sorts of magical animals.

She was holding a sketchpad, jotting down something.

Another one is a photo of a dinner party in the living room auditorium.

She wore a gorgeous long dress and mingled with a crowd of equally elegant people.

Owen flipped through the pages quickly, and the album was almost full of photos of her mother's life when she was younger.

He also saw the red-haired girl standing with his mother.

Take on a troll together.

After that, the recorded photographs came to an abrupt end.

And Owen is well aware of what happened next.

He put the album away.

Then in silence, the letters were opened.

From Juanjuan's small characters, he could guess that it was her mother's handwriting.

She seems to have been in contact with Roy for quite some time.

Most of them were letters from the two of them.

It's just a few small things.

But for Owen, it was something invaluable.

He didn't take apart the rest.

Because, Justin's light bulb was too bright, and he planned to open it when he was alone.

As for the rest of the gifts - I'm too tired, let's continue to open them later!

Now it's time to go to dinner.

————

Walk with Justin to the castle auditorium.

From afar, he saw Luna sitting with Harry, talking passionately.

When she saw him coming, the little witch's eyes lit up, and she immediately got up and rushed at him.

Gave him a hug.

"Welcome home." She said.

"Hmm~" Owen nodded.

"Hey! Owen, this way! Harry waved his hand and invited him to sit down.

There it was—Ron, surrounded by Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, the Weasley Twins, Neville, and Seamus.

Look at him like a hero.

"I can't wait to hear your story." Harry winked at him, then chuckled uncontrollably.

Owen smiled back.

Then the smile became thicker and thicker, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he said in a long, loud voice: "That has to start with the mystery of the resourceful me sending down the time." ”

He laughed and walked over.

It's like a proud duke.

Begin to talk about your great adventures.

Everyone listened with a smile on their faces, it was supposed to be the Christmas holiday, plus what happened before.

Everyone needs to relax.

And this chatter came to the near noon.

It wasn't until they saw an acquaintance walk in from the front of the auditorium door with a smile on his face that they couldn't finish listening to Owen's storytelling.

That's Sirius.

He was dressed in a brand new sky-blue robe, and his hair was combed and shiny, clean and neat.

The whole person is a lot younger.

"What's going on?" Owen turned his head to look and asked in a lazy tone.

"Lupin, he's awake." Sirius said happily.

Professor Lupin was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries yesterday.

Lavender Brown was better off than Professor Lupin, but was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries in order to avoid any after-effects.

"Is the professor alright?" Harry asked hurriedly.

He had a good relationship with Professor Lupin.

He'd opened a small stove for Harry before.

"Very well, but there are still some problems with the coherence of the body, the doctor said that he needs to recuperate for a while, and Dumbledore guesses that it should be that the part of the soul that leaves the body will need some time to merge." He explained. "Most awakened wizards use this kind of after-effects."

Hearing this, the little wizards all showed relaxed expressions.

Only Hermione frowned, and she faced Sirius's face and said, "Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the second half of the semester."

"It fell on my head without accident."

"What!" Harry jumped in surprise. His eyes widened in disbelief and said, "You're going to be our professor." ”

"That's right."

"But—" Harry's voice hesitated, for Sirius was still charged with being a murderer.

The others, though they had learned from Harry a few months earlier, that Sirius Black had been wronged.

But - they know it's useless.

The Ministry of Magic will have to come forward to reopen the trial.

And the key to it all is to catch Peter Pettigrew!

And Owen - he had the intention, but he didn't have the time.

"Luna, they're doing a good job, mainly that. That gentleman, he caught Peter Pettigrew. Sirius's face was clearly marked with admiration.

Whatever Grindelwald's intentions, in terms of results, he helped him.

At least it would allow him to live with Harry in the open. Instead of continuing to hide from the Ministry of Magic.

“？”

"I told Mr. Grindelwald about Sirius being wronged." Behind Owen, Luna said leisurely, "Shortly after you passed out. ”

"He followed your route from the past time, and easily found Peter Pettigrew."

"Huh?" Owen was stunned.

His grandfather saved Peter Pettigrew?

Uh-huh—the first thing that ruled out was the fact that he wanted Sirius to clear his name.

Neither of them knew each other.

He didn't think his grandfather could be that warm, and he wasn't a Gryffindor.

Owen guessed that his grandfather was trying to get some information out of the Death Eaters!

"You're just amazing, Luna!" Harry said happily.

Then he gave her a big hug.

Then run all the way to Sirius.

His eyes were red, and his face was full of smiles of yearning for the future life, "So to speak, you will soon be able to"

"Yes, Harry." Sirius rubbed his head gently, his face full of kindness and care, "Once the Ministry of Magic is out of the recent chaos, they will re-pronounce my case." ”

"Then they might have to take a while."

Owen chuckled, then glanced at the Daily Prophet on the long table.

That's a corner of the fifth edition.

A picture of a smiling Sirius Black and an emaciated and miserable Peter Pettigrew lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries are a stark contrast.

Below the photo is the title of the small article: Blake is not guilty? The real murderer thirteen years ago was Peter Pettigrew, who had been dead for many years.

"Yes! Some of them are busy. Sirius sighed, Christmas night was a visible Shura field.

Countless Aurors died tragically.

Many of the civilian wizards in Hogsmeade were also injured.

The main thing is not the raid of the Death Eaters.

It's an attack from the Dead, a group of monsters that are much more difficult to deal with than the Dark Wizards.

Although Owen has since eliminated many dead and released many souls, only a few wizards have been lucky enough to come to their senses.

For the most part—their bodies have been destroyed, and I'm afraid they are no different from real death.

"That's already the best outcome!" Harry wiped tears from his eyes, his voice trembling.

He hugged Sirius tightly again, his body trembling and looking daunted.

"Alright." Sirius patted Harry on the back and waited for him to calm down before he slowly opened his mouth to speak.

"You've been at the castle lately, and the chaos outside isn't over yet, and I guess it's going to take a few months to calm down."

He said.

A breeze blew.

The Daily Prophet on the long table whirred.

The newspaper frantically turned the pages and finally stuck in the front page headlines.

"The Battle of Hogwarts, the fall of Hogsmeade, and the death of the Minister of Magic. The death of the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, a catastrophe for wizards in the world. ”

"War! The Second Wizarding War has arrived. ”

for a few days.

The mood of the wizards in England was like a pan of oil pouring cold and white - a thunderbolt and a random explosion.

Thanks to all sorts of mysterious events over the past six months, as well as attacks.

From the beginning of the train attack at the beginning of the school year, British wizards have had enough psychological presuppositions.

It's just that no one thought that the disaster would be so terrible and spread so widely.

The English wizards were hit hard in an instant.

As the only pure wizarding village in the UK, Hogsmeade has a far more appeal than any other place, and it is Christmas, and many out-of-town wizards come here to spend their Christmas Eve.

A great war has affected almost all the families of British wizards to a greater or lesser extent.

Everyone has friends, everyone has relatives.

Those who died tragically, whose friends and whose relatives!

Owen and the others were at Hogwarts, and they didn't feel the turmoil of the outside world, but they could guess something.

Until, after the end of the holiday.

After the little wizards who left the school came back from outside one after another.

The explosion of public opinion outside is only known to the people inside the castle.

In simple terms.

Some parents have already written to Dumbledore to arrange for their children to change schools

Those families who have a certain amount of assets can't wait to arrange for acquaintances to contact Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.

Because in the midst of this attack, a little wizard was injured, almost burping, to be exact.

Lavender's injuries simply can't be hidden.

And Dumbledore didn't mean to hide it.

However, these parents who clamored for the transfer soon slapped themselves in the face.

Because, a day later.

The Daily Prophet published even more exciting news.

"Mystery Man, It's Back!" 》

In an instant, public opinion exploded directly.

Where do parents who vainly try to change schools dare to let their children leave Hogwarts for half a step?

After all, as Voldemort's most feared person.

Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was located, was probably the safest place on the entire continent.

"Oh my God! It feels like the end of the world! ”

"Is the Second Wizarding War about to begin?"

"It's already started, didn't you see that the Minister of Magic was killed by the Death Eaters?"

In a matter of days, the wizarding world of Britain was full of rumors.

All past attacks and mysterious invasions were taken by wizards as a precursor to Voldemort's return.

In this carnival of public opinion, everyone is the loser.

Only Luna's father-in-chief "Singing and Singing" can be called Qin Shi Huang touching the wires - winning hemp!

Because they were the first magazines to promote mysterious invasions and cannibalism by the Dead Monsters.

Although most of it is Mr. Lovegood's blind fabrication, the reality is so unreasonable, the blind cat hits the dead mouse.

Perhaps the reality is so dramatic, but in any case, most of Mr. Lovegood's nonsense is more or less true.

How terrible it is.

When news of the Battle of Hogsmeade broke, their magazines sold out in an instant.

And the Ministry of Magic naturally can't sit back and watch Britain continue to mess around.

They quickly adjusted their strategy.

The first is the coming to power of a new Minister of Magic.

Finding him in a hollow in a tree in the Forbidden Forest, Barty Crouch was crowned Minister of Magic.

The day after the end of the Christmas holidays.

He was in the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic under Whitehall in London.

In front of the fountain, his inaugural speech was given.

Well—it's not so much an inaugural speech as a declaration of war.

"Fellow citizens, my fellow wizards."

"The day before yesterday, December 31, 1993, on this sad day, we were unfortunately attacked by Death Eaters, dark creatures, and some dark wizards with ulterior motives."

"It's in Hogsmeade!"

"Despite the heroic resistance of our Aurors, we suffered heavy losses from this shameful sneak attack.

I have to admit that there has never been a time in this long century when we have fallen into such darkness.

Even if it's the first wizarding war. ”

"Today, we have no choice but to have blood on our hands.

If the wizarding world doesn't want to see St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries become our last bastion, then we will have to stand up! ”

"We're going to tell those mad dark wizards! Our people are not weak, our Aurors are not weak, our Ministry of Magic is not weak.

If they continue to attack, then we will have to fight for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

We're going to tell them! The English wizards will rely on their righteous power to win the final victory!

We will fight on the sea, we will fight on land, we will fight in every city, in every alley.

We will fight in the fields, we will fight in the mountains, we will not surrender!!

That is, I would never believe that such a thing would happen.

Even if the country or most of the country is occupied by the enemy and falls into chaos, then we still have Hogwarts Castle, and the whole of India-Empire. That will also continue to fight.

Until Merlin thinks the time is ripe, a new world will come with vigorous power to save and liberate this old world ravaged by the enemy!

And now - my compatriots!

Wizards of the British Empire!

In my capacity as Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, I declare:

From now on, the British Wizarding World's "Unforgivable Curse Restriction Act" will be lifted, and the country will officially enter a state of emergency! Anyone, any wizard, any minor wizard, can use all the spells that can deal damage to enemies without restrictions!

We will do whatever it takes, no matter what casualties! ”

Barty Crouch's voice fell.

The golden hall burst into deafening applause and cheers.

Countless flashes of light hit him.

In a trance, he seemed to be the savior of this dangerous world.

The tall and serious figure gives those ordinary people a powerful psychological shock.

More and more people believe that they can win the war under the leadership of the tough new Minister of Magic.

Soon, the inaugural address reached Hogwarts.

The Daily Prophet devotes five sections to the courage and pride of British wizards.

Purely from the level of public opinion, this is indeed very encouraging.

Even the young wizards of Hogwarts felt a tremendous wave of confidence spread through their hearts.

Anyway, I finally saw a little light in this dark night.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, reacted differently from the crowd.

Owen and Harry saw Barty Crouch and Dumbledore arguing loudly in a hallway at Hogwarts.

They happened to meet.

The old headmaster seems to be very unhappy with the new hard-line Minister of Magic about lifting the Unforgivable Curse Restriction Act.

Harry: They don't understand that.

They thought it was a good thing in the world, but Owen knew what the old headmaster was worried about.

(End of chapter)