"Hey! Owen, here—"

Ron noticed Owen and Luna walking in together.

He waved his hands enthusiastically.

When he got closer, he realized that Owen was accompanied by an acquaintance.

It's Mr. Aubo Benny of the Ministry of Magic.

An employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"What is he doing here?" The little wizards have always been unkind to this Ministry of Magic official who 'acted' and scared them.

Yes, Mr. Aubo Benny has admitted that in second grade, it was a play between him and Ravenclaw.

He himself is from Ravenclaw College, and he has no reason to refuse.

In short, this reason is very far-fetched, whether other young wizards believe it or not, Owen believes it anyway.

And as long as he believes, the rest of the people will believe it.

It's not that he has much prestige, it's that under his 'love education', they have to believe even if they don't believe it!

——

"What do you think?" Owen walked over and sat down with them, "The Godfather of the Dog was almost killed. ”

"The Ministry of Magic sent someone to inquire."

"Actually, it's an apology."

Mr. Aubo Benny, like most current Ministry of Magic officials, has a messy head of hair, deep eyes, and severe dark circles.

The skin on his face was dull, and he had a pimple on his forehead.

It was clear that he hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

"We haven't written a complaint yet," Ron was stunned, how did the Ministry of Magic know?

"Old Raymond has come to the ministry and turned himself in." Aubo Benny walked over with him and explained simply, "He learned the innocent facts of Sirius from the newspaper, and he couldn't get over it, so he came to the ministry early this morning and turned himself in." ”

"I've got to talk to Sirius." He said, "Then go home and sleep!" ”

Turn around and leave.

In a hurry.

"Why did he turn himself in?" Looking at Mr. Obbo's departing figure, Ron asked puzzledly, "Doesn't the law allow the use of the Unforgivable Charm?" And Sirius won't pursue it.

Besides, his spell level is so bad, even if he uses a killing curse, it won't be very powerful. ”

"Hehe, do you think everyone else is as heartless as you?" Owen sat down, picked up a slice of bread, and spread it with a thick jam.

"Some people can't stand the inner torment, they are too kind."

"By the way, what are you talking about?"

"Talking about Sirius' first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson!" Hermione replied, "Harry was worried that Malfoy was going to cause trouble in class. ”

"He wouldn't dare." Ron swore by it.

"Not necessarily." Owen took a bite of the bread and said jokingly, "Malfoy's mother is Sirius's cousin, and Malfoy is his nephew." ”

"Huh?" Harry looked sideways at Owen, the first time he knew that Malfoy and Sirius were still in this relationship.

"Cut~ What is this, my mother and Sirius are also cousins." Ron said dismissively.

"Then I'm his nephew too!"

He tilted his head back, a look of pride and disdain on his face.

As if this wasn't some commendable status.

Then he saw Harry's puzzled look, and then Ron explained, "My grandmother is a member of the Black family - hehe - she became famous by the Black family after marrying my grandfather - pure-blood families intermarry each other This is nothing, I can guarantee you, Harry, your family must have been married to the Black family before." ”

"Hey! You guessed it right this time, Ron. Owen took the last bite of the bread in his hand, then swallowed the last piece with the jam on the spoon, "Harry's great-grandfather was a member of the Black family he married. ”

"If you're senior, Harry, your dad Jaime is two rounds older than Sirius, and it's no problem to be his second uncle."

"It's a pity that you're calling him Godfather now, Stain—it's fate!"

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head, the complicated relationship made his head wide.

So, he and Ron are still related?

"Don't be so surprised, the wizard's circle is so big, who isn't related to it? Neville. Ron, you, Hannah, Luna, and Malfoy, as long as they are wizards from the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, are all related by blood. ”

"Hey, Owen, our family isn't the Twenty-Eight Holy Family, and we were expelled from the house, do you know? Expulsion. The corners of Ron's mouth rose and he said disdainfully, "Whoever rarely stays in that Holy Family, they are sick, and they are not lightly ill." ”

"Yes, they are indeed very sick." Owen looked equally dismissive.

Because he also bears a pure-blood surname.

That's his mother's last name.

Rozier.

I don't know what this surname can bring him.

"Purebloods—it's a mess indeed." Hermione squinted her eyes as she glanced over Harry Ron and Malfoy in the distance.

It was also the first time she knew that these three people still had this kind of relationship.

"Speaking of which, I guess Miss Granger is the cleanest person in the bloodline, and it has nothing to do with anyone!" Owen said casually.

But the next second attracted Hermione's unkind gaze.

What do you mean, you guy?

I'm saying that they're all in-laws, and I'm an outsider, right?

"But not necessarily, maybe someone among his ancestors is a wizard, or a squib born from that pure-blood family, flipping up, everyone is actually in-laws, and the wizard's circle is so big."

Perhaps sensing Hermione's unkind eyes, Owen quickly called her in again as soon as his voice changed.

"Therefore, if it is really in terms of blood, bloodline, and even DNA, almost all wizards in this world are related by blood, and there are no pure-blooded or Muggle-born wizards at all, because pure-blood is absolutely not pure, and Muggle-born families are not necessarily Muggles, after all, if it is a pure-blooded Muggle, how can a wizard pop out of the offspring, and the magic comes from genetic mutation."

Owen said a whole bunch of things again.

Unfortunately, the only one who really understood it was Hermione, and Harry could understand what genes were, but he couldn't understand what DNA was.

"Owen—"

While he was eating, Professor McGonagall hurried over to the entrance of the auditorium.

Her face was heavy, as if she was anxious about something.

"Uh-professor?"

Owen shrunk his neck slightly, and his mind automatically began to retrieve all of his experiences during this time.

He hasn't done anything bad lately!

Ahem – the main thing is that Christmas has just ended and he's still reinvigorating.

He's always ready.

But I haven't done anything bad lately.

"Come here." Professor McGonagall beckoned, then pulled him out of the auditorium in a deep voice.

"What's the matter, Professor, the sky is falling? The ground is sinking? Voldemort is back again? ”

"Nope." Professor McGonagall gave him an angry look, "Your family's business. ”

“？？？”

"Our family?" Owen rubbed his head and stared at Professor McGonagall blankly, "The Sphonth orphanage is on fire?" ”

"It's not an orphanage, it's the Rozier family." Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance to the principal's office on the third floor, and explained as she went, "Remember the vice president of the federation who died unexpectedly in Hogsmeade? ”

"You know, what's wrong?" Owen said flatly, "She's from the Rozier family?" ”

"Yes." Professor McGonagall gave Owen a deep look before continuing, "The Rozier family is a very old family. They have blood descendants all over the world. ”

"Hmm." Owen nodded.

Isn't it?

Rozier, England, was killed by him.

It's in Azkaban

"This family is from France. The dead lady Swan was the mistress of the Rozier family in France. ”

"So what?" Owen Little Bear spread his hands, and then suddenly as if he thought of something, he said with a surprised face: "You don't mean to say that after she dies, I will be the heir of the French Rozier family?" ”

"No—it was the Swan lady who bequeathed the Rozier family legacy to you."

"Huh?"

"You are more unreliable than the French Rozier who is left alone, I don't know her, why did she leave me the inheritance, just because I am handsome?" Owen was full of question marks, "And I'm half-blood!" Aren't they purebloods? Can you still take a fancy to me? ”

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall said, then commanded a large, ugly stone beast in front of her, "Bloody lollipop." ”

"Go ahead, there's someone waiting for you up there."

The professor did not intend to follow.

Owen, on the other hand, stepped on his own and had a spiral staircase after the crack in the wall.

- Soon, he reached the eighth floor.

Pushing open the gleaming oak door, he walked into the office.

"Oh! Hello. ”

He didn't see Dumbledore, except for a stranger sitting somewhat restrainedly on a chair beside a table full of all sorts of strange things.

"I'm, Owen, uh—Owen Rozier."

"Hello. I am the liaison of the Federation. Basil Pierre. ”

It was a young man. He wears a black robe and a gray bow tie.

He has short brown hair, black eyes, and glasses.

It looks quite elegant.

There is a kind of elegance in the Far East, where the soil can only be nurtured.

Of course, it would be better if his eyes didn't look up and down randomly.

"Eat some candy." Owen said, pointing to the pile of cockroaches on the plate.

"N-no." The man was a little nervous, he got up, moved away from the cockroach, and then walked towards Owen with a reserved smile.

He slowly pulled a stack of sheepskin scrolls out of his pocket.

Then I kept folding it in half, and so on several times.

Finally, he took out a dozen inches of ancient magic parchment.

"This is a contract left by President Swann and the Rozier family. Sign it, and you become the only legal heir to the family. ”

"N-no, don't worry." Owen decisively didn't reach out.

Just kidding, this is the wizarding world.

The Muggle world's indiscriminate signing of contracts is at best a sale.

Signing a contract here would be a betrayal of your soul.

He didn't want to die and had to work for Satan.

"I'll take a look first." He took the thick scroll of magical parchment from Basil's hand.

Then he looked closely.

Just one glance, his eyes hurt.

Because this was not the magical contract he imagined at all.

It's a family tree.

A family tree made of strange materials.

It's hard to the touch, but it looks like parchment.

He slowly opened it, and the next moment the brown paper turned blue-gray, like some kind of metal.

Immediately after, a genealogical tree slowly grew.

It was a huge rose tree.

The branches are spreading fast.

Each rose is engraved with a name, and in an instant, the rose tree resembles a vine. The whole table was encroached upon, but it didn't stop and it was still growing.

"Oh! Merlin's beard, poked me. ”

On the high wall, a portrait of the principal suddenly opened his eyes and screamed.

"I'm sorry, Principal Dippet." The growing roses resist the portrait.

provoked the former headmaster of Dumbledore to exclaim.

"Son, is this your family?" Another headmaster spoke.

"Yes, Headmaster Derwent." Delis Devonte, the healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

A famous witch in the wizarding world.

She gave up her position as Headmaster of Hogwarts in order to be able to devote herself to helping the wounded.

"The Rozier family?"

Another portrait sounded.

Owen looked up at the sound, and then he saw the wizard who had a slight resemblance to Sirius.

Phineas Nigelles Black.

Sirius's great-great-great-grandfather.

He was the first Principal to graduate from Slytherin House.

Severus Snape had a strong sense of pride in Slytherin and later the second Headmaster of Slytherin House.

However, he has a very bad reputation, and is called the most annoying headmaster of all time by the young wizards.

But during the fifty-nine years of his tenure, the Headmaster was not without achievements, and like Professor Dumbledore, he raised the first Dark Lord of Hogwarts in his hands.

Yes, that fifth-year Hogwarts transfer student got the dark power right under his nose.

"Yes sir." Owen said lightly.

"Humph! Impolite little ghosts, call them principals, call me sir? Phineas' cloudy eyes glared at Owen fiercely.

"Okay, Headmaster Black, I'm a descendant of the Rozier family."

"Well, not only the descendants of the Rozier family, but also the descendants of Druella's sister." He seems to have noticed a certain name on the family tree.

Owen followed his gaze as well, and sure enough, he saw the name in a cluster of flowers.

Druella Rozier, next to a green leaf with the words Signus Black.

Belonging to the same branch as her is another unusually conspicuous name, Wenda Rozier.

And the branches above them correspond to two names,

Hodel Rozier.

Swan Rozier.

Below, his mother's name was prominently listed, and on a flower that was more brilliant than other roses, the golden stamen of which weaved a name, Gabriel Wendini Rozier.

Eventually, the flowers finally stopped growing.

It finally grew its ends.

His name is also woven with the last rose, the stamen.

Owen Wendini Rozier.

“.”

Seriously, with such a large family, Owen really has a headache.

However, although he had a mess of paste in his head, he quickly found a thread from the paste, and then woke up to a direction.

The name Signus was slightly more impressive to him.

It seems to be Sirius's grandparents.

I don't remember exactly, so I'll ask later.

But if that's true, doesn't that mean that his mother and Sirius' father are the same generation.

Isn't he just like Ron, a contemporary of Sirius?

(Ron's father was a generation older than his mother.) So Arthur is Sirius's uncle, and Molly is his cousin. )

Knock - what a mess!

We turned out to be Harry Potter's uncles.

Depend on!

Hey—who would have thought that.

Also, Sirius's rank is really low!

His little friend with him, James was two generations older than him, Professor Lupin didn't know, but he was certainly higher than him.

And Harry, now that he's Sirius's godson, he's even lower.

I picked up a nephew for nothing.

Hehe.

"I didn't expect the cowhide I used to brag about to come true."

Previously, he boasted of being brothers to Sirius in Azkaban, and chased Harry to make him call him uncle.

No need to blow now.

It's really an uncle.

"Ahem-that, what do I do now?" As he spoke, Owen looked at the federation's liaison with some confusion.

But who would have thought.

There were more misty eyes in that one eye than there was in his eyes.

"Uh-"

"Fool, drip your blood onto the flowers engraved with your name." From the ceiling, the Black Principal looked at Owen like an idiot.

"Are you really a member of that family?"

"Don't you even know the common sense of a pure-blood family like this?"

"My bastard son of Tameow." Owen blew himself up directly on the truck and replied angrily.

I'm a country boy, how do I know the rules of your pure-blood family's high-walled compound.

As he spoke, he held out his left index finger, then looked at the portrait on the ceiling with a slight suspicion, "That Principal Black, are you sure it's blood?" This can't be some evil ritual that betrays your soul. ”

"That's enough." Sirius's great-great-grandfather blew his beard and glared at Owen, "I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, not the Dark Wizard of Azkaban. ”

"Don't worry, kid, it's not some evil ritual." "This is the family's way of identifying the true heir, and each family is different, but the older the family, the more it is related to blood."

You can look closely at your family tree to see if the flowers are a little different from the others. ”

"Different?"

With the guidance of Principal Darise Devonte, Owen looked carefully again, and sure enough, he found that although they were both roses.

But there are two distinct differences in the size and color of the roses on the family tree.

One is a very small rose that looks like a moon flower, and is lighter in color.

These make up the majority.

Others, which are scarce in number, have large petals and more vivid colors, like dripping blood roses, stand proudly among the other roses.

(End of chapter)