Single style.

It only makes people feel that the wizarding culture is really lacking.

Therefore, almost all the clothes on Owen's body are Muggle products, and he is a senior customer of a major British clothing factory.

Walk in the forefront of international fashion and embrace high-end taste life. The new era that rejects the narrow-mindedness of wizards has promising little wizards.

(The real reason is that Muggle clothes are cheaper than wizards.) ）

(Pounds are often available, while gold galleons are not common, and worldly galleons are saved and pounds are spent.) ）

Of course, Muggle clothes just don't wear them.

Therefore, his shoes are usually dragon skin boots made by wizards.

No matter how hard it is, you can't be bitter shoes!

"Oh! No, child, we are not going to put the face of the mysterious man on our heads. "The old witch looked terrible, just like the old witches in fairy tales.

But in fact, her demeanor is quite elegant, and her conversation is also very noble.

A sense of historical heaviness unique to a pure-blood family comes to your face.

"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" She suddenly looked at Harry carefully, and then held out a hard-working, talon-like hand, "Your parents are also heroes, you have inherited the virtues of your parents perfectly, I heard about you in the newspaper, and defeated the mystery man, didn't you?" ”

"Neville thinks highly of you."

"Neville?" Harry shook her hand.

At this moment, Sirius's voice suddenly came from their right, "Lady Lombard? ”

Sirius walked over step by step, "Looks like you know them. ”

"Harry, Owen, Ron, and Hermione. They were all Neville's classmates. ”

"Yes, I know them. Neville told me about them. Mrs. Longbottom noblely extended her hand to all of them, and shook hands with them one by one.

It was only when she shook Owen's hand that she paused slightly, "Neville told me that you were the best student Hogwarts had ever seen. You can even fight spells with professors. He said, "You have helped him a lot, and I can see that the boy has made amazing progress in the spell, and he can even cast the Patronus Charm." So young—not even his father had ever performed such a feat at his age. ”

"Neville is already very talented, and may be weak in charms, but his talent in herbalism is unmatched, and Professor Sprout even wants him to transfer to Hufflepuff so he can take over her class." Owen said quite politely, after all, it's Neville's grandmother! There was still face to give, and besides, he didn't lie, and the future Neville did become a professor of herbology at Hogwarts.

"As for the Patronus Charm, thanks to the Ministry of Magic for sending the Dementors to Hogwarts, and to the dark creatures for all their support other than help."

"That's not a good idea." Mrs. Lombard said empathetically.

For one of the darkest creatures in the wizarding world, the Dementors, no one would like that bunch.

"The Ministry of Magic is as stupid as ever." Sirius said unceremoniously.

As his voice fell, Mrs. Lombard looked up at him, she seemed to know that Sirius had been wronged, so she didn't care about his cynicism.

An innocent person has been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, and if he doesn't even have the right to complain and curse, then the world is too cruel.

"Madame, may I go and meet them?" As he spoke, Sirius suddenly whispered in a deep voice.

"Of course~"

Mrs. Lombard did not refuse, and then turned and led them towards the wards in the deepest part of the corridor.

At the end of the hallway, they walked through a door that no one cared for.

Compared to Professor Lupin's side, which was crowded with visitors, it seemed much more deserted.

In the ward, everything was white, and even the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside.

There are no recreational facilities, only cold healing equipment.

There were two patients in the room.

Of course, there were originally three, and the third, of course, was that idiot Lockhart.

However, due to Owen's interference, Lockhart in this world was not erased, so he was admitted to the lowest level of Azkaban instead of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

I don't know if he's still alive now.

Harry recognized at a glance the woman in her pajamas, walking around the room like a rootless geist, no longer had the sleek, happy face of Moody's photo of the earliest members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Her face was now emaciated and haggard, her eyes were particularly large, and her hair was gray, disheveled and dry. She didn't seem to want to speak, or couldn't speak, timidly gesturing in her hands, pinching something.

And the wizard, he lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and muttering to himself.

"They are my son and daughter-in-law." Mrs. Lombard looked haughtily at the young wizards and said, "They have been tortured and mad by the men of the mysterious man. ”

"They are Aurors, and they are highly respected in the wizarding world." She continued, "They are very talented, they passed the Auror exam of the Ministry of Magic at a young age, hey- Alice sat down, and was carefully moved. ”

"Oh my God!" Hermione's eyes widened. He looked at the two spirits in front of him in disbelief.

Harry and Ron were also uncomfortable.

Harry, in particular, Hagrid's photo album included a photo of the early Order of the Phoenix members, which Harry had almost engraved in his head because of his parents.

The two people in the photo have round and full cheeks, happily snuggling together, holding hands, smiling and looking at the camera.

But now, they are sallow-faced, and they are very different from back then.

"It's all my fault." Sirius murmured in pain.

Seeing that his comrades-in-arms who used to fight side by side were tortured by his cousin to this point, he was more uncomfortable than anyone else.

That's when he remembered what Owen had said to him.

If he hadn't been so impulsive, if he had sensibly continued to guard against the Death Eaters, if he could have done more.

Maybe that won't happen.

"No, it's not your fault, Blake, you did your best." Mrs. Lombard was a little tired, and she had been under more pressure than anyone else over the years. "I am proud of the health and sanity they sacrificed."

"They're heroes." Sirius muttered.

The tone was even more painful than before.

Because of Mrs. Lombard's 'you did your best'.

After learning his story, everyone will sigh with emotion, you have done your best, you have done your best.

But they don't know that what they are most afraid of hearing is: You have done your best.

Because only he knows that he did not try his best.

He should have worked a little harder.

As Owen told him in Azkaban, he wasn't hiding in prison to atone for his sins, but to escape, and he couldn't stand the fact that he killed his best friend because of his mistakes.

He couldn't bear the tragic end of his comrades-in-arms today.

If it weren't for the fact that Peter was still alive, if he hadn't worried about Harry's safety, he would have died in Azkaban.

- Sirius will never forgive herself.

Even if everyone else, James forgave him personally.

He couldn't forgive himself either.

Because pain is not diminished by forgiveness.

Every time he remembered the happy and unforgettable summer vacation in Godric's Hollow, the pain would grow like the waves.

"Well, there's nothing to see either." Mrs. Lombard sighed, "Now that you have regained your freedom and ability, you must be worthy of the responsibility you have on your shoulders, Blake, and do not get carried away by anger again." ”

Several people exited the room.

When the old lady was gone, Hermione said with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know about Neville's parents. ”

"I don't know." Ronan's voice was hoarse.

"Me too." Harry said sadly, "I just knew that the two of them were mad at the Death Eaters' torture with the Diamond Heart Curse, but I didn't know that they were Neville's parents. ”

"Hagrid and I spoke to the members of the original Order of the Phoenix. I have a picture of them together. ”

"Drill Heart Curse?" Hermione said in horror, her eyes uncontrollably looking at Owen, which reminded her of a dark wizard that Owen had tortured.

"Look at what I'm doing, doesn't that idiot deserve it." Owen naturally knew what Hermione was thinking.

He replied directly.

"I now finally know that those spells are unforgivable for a reason. It has brought catastrophe to many families. She said.

"But even without these three spells, there will be other dark magic in their place. Even if you ban all the dark arts, there is a cutting charm that can kill people, and even if you ban it, there is also a levitation charm that can knock people to death.

Even if you forbid wizards to cast spells, there are Muggle weapons, all kinds of guns, and killing people faster than spells, so what are you going to do next? Ban all the weapons that kill people?

Will it be too peaceful?

No, it won't, they still have sticks, stones, fists, teeth.

The struggle of humanity can never end.

Because hatred originates from the human heart, and the human heart is unpredictable. ”

Owen whispered, "But the three unforgivables are indeed different from other kinds of dark magic. ”

His words sent everyone in deep thought, and only Hermione could react for a long time, "What's the difference. ”

"The three unforgivable curses all work on the soul."

"The Mind Curse is no exception." Owen explained, "The reason why the Mind Curse is so painful is because it destroys a person's soul. ”

"Neville's parents were more soul-shattered than they were tormented and insane."

"Is there a way to fix it?" Hermione blurted out.

"There are still solutions." Owen silently took out his wand, "I wanted to try it just now, but because Mrs. Lombard is here, I am worried that if it doesn't work, it will disappoint her again, and the old man's life is not easy." ”

He held his wand to his brain, then pulled out a strand of silver.

Then, the silver thread was scattered, and he silently recited: "Call God Guard!" ”

The next moment, a small phoenix, much smaller than usual, flew out of the silver mist.

It swept through the air as lightly as a swallow and re-entered the room with the closed door.

There, through the eyes of the Patronus, Owen could clearly see the room of two weak, broken souls.

To his surprise, Owen saw two extremely powerful patronus, curled up in a ball, like a cocoon, enveloping the broken soul inside, leaving no cracks.

This is presumably the body's protective mechanism.

He guessed.

Thinking about it, he was like a deliverance from the dead, and the patronus sent down gentle emotions, which were part of his soul.

As the bits of golden brilliance fell, the patronus spirits of both of them reacted in their own ways.

They looked up at Owen weakly, and their eyes were confused, confused, and even more vigilant.

Owen didn't care, just reacted, but was afraid that there would be no reaction.

With that, he manipulated the phoenix and flew back into the hallway.

"It can be cured, but not now, it will take time." Owen's closed eyes reopened.

Seeing this, Hermione on the side hurriedly asked, "Why, if you have the ability to save that poor pair, you should have waited immediately, instead of continuing to wait." ”

"Alright, Miss Granger." Owen glared at Hermione angrily, "Are you trying to squeeze me dry and stuff me into Neville's parents' body?" ”

"Do you think soul energy is a Hogwarts leek? Cut a stubble and grow a stubble? ”

"That's all the essence of Uncle Ben!" Owen continued: "Do you think you have dealt with the Dead Born before, seduced them a little, and made them accept their own death? ”

"Do you want to see them die?"

"I don't want to! Then stop saying such stupid things again! ”

Owen scolded Hermione, and the little witch was silenced and said no more.

She didn't take it to heart, she was used to being ridiculed, and today's attack power is completely not enough to see!

"Oh! All right! She muttered, then bowed her head and fell silent.

On the side, Sirius glanced at Owen meaningfully, and then spoke slowly.

"Should I get you a Christmas present?"

"I don't want to give it at all, but you've saved Harry several times."

"Don't force yourself, just forget it if you don't want to, it's a big deal that I won't save Harry next time." Owen spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Uh-" Harry, who had been shot inexplicably, stared helplessly at Owen.

This guy just doesn't admit defeat, and he hasn't seen Owen admit defeat before.

"If you can save it, you still have to save it." Harry whispered an underestimate.

“.” Sirius was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Follow me!" ”

After saying goodbye to Professor Lupin.

The group left the hospital.

Standing on the deserted street with a sudden light snow, Sirius told them, "I'm going to go to an unpleasant place first, which isn't connected to Floo. ”

"An unpleasant place?" Harry froze for a moment.

"Yes, I don't really want to go back, but there's really nothing better than those things as Christmas presents for Owen and Hermione."

"How can we get by without Floo.com?" Ron asked.

Sirius, on the other hand, took out his wand without thinking, and then the tip of the wand glowed and stood erect in front of him.

As Harry was stunned, something seemed to squeeze out of the thin air in the distance.

The four men hurriedly dodged, and the knight bus stopped where they had just stood, with a deafening sound.

Stansan Park, the conductor, jumped onto the sidewalk, likewise pulled out his wand, and looked at them with a cautious expression.

It wasn't until he could see Harry's face that he regained his enthusiasm and greeted him.

"Harry Potter~! You are Harry Potter, another hero who saved the world! I recognize the scar on your forehead! Stan gets excited, and he exclaims happily, "You know what? The newspapers are full of pictures of you, of you when you were at a stalemate with the mystery man. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of Daily Prophet from his bosom. Above, on the front page, Harry's photo was visible in the most prominent position.

It was when he connected with Voldemort's wand flashback charm.

That photo doesn't have to be guessed to know that it was taken by Colin, and the little guy doesn't know how much money he has pit the Daily Prophet this time.

"Can you sign my name?" As he spoke, Stan gasped for breath and lifted his left arm, despite the cold wind and the low temperatures of minus 10 degrees Celsius.

Revealing sallow rough, dirty skin.

He pointed to his left hand and said, "Sign it here." ”

"Uh" Stan looked excitedly, and Harry looked embarrassed.

It's the first time he's met such a hot 'fan'.

And he didn't actually feel like he had done anything.

It was Dumbledore and Grindelwald who drove Voldemort out, and in that battle, if anyone really saved the Aurors of Hogsmeade and the pauper, it would have to be Owen.

He has contributed far more than himself.

But—Dumbledore said that the wizarding world wasn't ready for the truth, so he didn't publicize Owen's exploits, which made him feel guilty.

I always felt like I had robbed Owen of the credit.

"Please, just sign it, it won't be long in coming." Stan pressed on, but Harry was overwhelmed and had to keep backing away.

"Get out of here!" Sirius, who grabbed Stan's collar with one hand, pushed it aside.

Owen stared at Harry with some schadenfreude.

Then he got into the car with Hermione.

There were very few passengers in the car.

There were only two people besides the driver.

They all lay on the beds of brass pillars as if they were sleeping.

Owen advanced his wand and deformed several metal chains, locking the bed he was sitting on and the car.

"Hey buddy, you're famous again." Ron said to Harry with a look of envy.

"You're already famous, but you're even more famous now."

"I don't want to be famous at all!" Harry said angrily.

Sitting on the bed sulking.

And Sampark, who had followed, didn't seem to be at all intimidated by Sirius' rudeness just now.

He was still talking to them happily.

He continued to ask Harry to sign his autograph.

But Harry ignored him.

Ten minutes later.

The Knight Bus was parked in the middle of a small square with awnings and weeds.

The sudden braking made the wizard in the other two beds jolt and spin.

One of them threw straight out of bed.

Like a meat bullet, he rushed towards Sampark, who was still chattering.

"Retribution."

(End of chapter)