Others, which are scarce in number, have large petals and are more colorful, like dripping blood roses, which stand proudly above other roses.

It's like the flowers that make up Swan Rozier, Wenda Rozier, and her mother.

All are bigger and more colorful than the others.

Gradually, European civilization came to its senses.

The so-called heir is a character who leads the family down like the head of the family, and their flowers are bigger.

Other common family members are smaller.

In addition to this, he also noticed that the rosette that made up Wenda was not golden, but white.

What does this mean?

"That's what it means to be removed from the family."

The Black Principal seemed to see the confusion in Owen's eyes as he looked at Wenda's rose.

"A way of labeling unique to the Rozier family."

"White means delisting, minus flowers means severing ties with her."

"I see!" Owen nodded.

As a layman, he really doesn't know much about the three or two things of these pure-blood families.

He was not even as good as Sirius in this regard.

Although he betrayed Blake, he at least had access to the knowledge of his family.

"Live and learn to be old!" He spoke in an inexplicably mocking tone.

With the help of a wand, he carefully telekinesis the cutting spell to precisely control the magic.

Poked a small hole in his index finger.

"Ah~~~ I'm injured, I'm injured!" He gripped his index finger and smeared the blood that could not drip on the stamen of the rose that represented him.

"Gotta go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a bottle of potion to wipe it off."

"It's healing!" There was a roar from the portrait of Principal Black.

And Principal Delis Devonte laughed out loud.

"Oh! It's really healing. Owen rubbed his fingers, and apart from a small amount of almost negligible blood stains, there was really no blood to see any blood coming out.

And the flower, which was stained with his blood, suddenly bloomed.

It suddenly grew as if someone had pulled out a seedling and helped it to grow.

It feels like a moon flower has turned into a rose.

"Wow!" Owen looked at the genealogy tree in front of him in surprise, "How did it identify that the blood belonged to him, and how did it confirm that the person belonged to the Rozier family?" ”

He looked at it with hot eyes, and the magic technology contained in this thing in front of him was definitely not low.

It's a pity that his question went unanswered.

Not all of the Headmasters were like Dumbledore's outstanding contributions to alchemy.

"Okay. I can write to Nick. With that, he turned to look at the federation's liaison, "Sir, what are we going to do next?" ”

"I" Mr. Basil, with a clear stupidity in his brown eyes.

It's almost written on my face that I don't know anything, you don't ask anything.

Well, this is a very pure courier.

Owen sighed, not expecting anything to come out of his mouth.

"So what's the use of this heir? I thought that from then on, my buddy would soar and have endless gold gallons. Owen complained silently, then glanced at the pillar beside him, and said to him flatly, "Have a light meal downstairs?" ”

"Okay!" As soon as he talked about eating, the Mr. Basil was immediately rejuvenated.

The eyes refocused from blankness.

It looked like you had your goggles open.

Heh—he's still a pure rice cook!

It was amazing to bend down and put away the genealogy belonging to the Rozier family, and when his fingers touched the blue-gray paper, the rose tree went back in time like a frantic time, and then slowly returned to the paper.

"It's magical, it's amazing." He sighed and picked it up.

"Well, you can see that they definitely hired a master of alchemy when making this family tree, or did the Rozier family have produced alchemy masters in the past?"

As he spoke, Owen folded the family tree in half, folded it in half a few times, and put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to step away, a small, palm-sized card fell out of the family tree.

"What is this?" The white, gold-rimmed card has a large rose blooming.

The stamens of the rose make up a magic wand.

Printed underneath is the phrase – elegance never goes out of style.

Could this be the Rozier family motto?

Owen guessed, flipping over the cards.

———— to Owen Wendini Rozier

By the time you read this letter, Dumbledore must have won!

But I didn't lose either.

yes, a kid named Owen.

———— Swan Salemanda Rozierliu.

"This" smells of conspiracy and weirdness.

A few short sentences, it seems to explain that the witch named Swan is trying to fight Dumbledore. But she failed.

Obviously, she lost her life.

But she said she didn't fail.

And named him.

This means that although she failed, the Rozier family did not, because no matter what, he had the blood of this family in his body, and among the four forces of the wizarding world, the Federation, the Saints, the Death Eaters, and now with him, Hogwarts.

This family has tentacles in almost all forces.

In other words, no matter which force wins in the end, the Rozier family will be invincible.

And now that she has given up the position of head of the house to herself, is she saying that she is more optimistic about Dumbledore?

"Boring family feuds." Owen chuckled, then put the card back into his pocket.

"Mediocrity is the root of all evil. Reaching out everywhere will only cause disgust from everyone. ”

said something inexplicable.

Then a smile resurfaced on his face.

Owen beckoned Mr. Basil out of his office and into the auditorium.

————

Walking up the spiral staircase, young Basil's eyes never stopped, and he walked around, his eyes constantly passing the portraits on the walls, and he was very interested in the shining sky on the ceiling and the spiral staircase at his feet.

"What school did you graduate from?"

Just by looking at his appearance, you know that he is definitely not a student of Hogwarts.

"Ilvermorny." He said dumbly, his eyes still looking around.

"Oh! Sister, look. ”

Owen feigned surprise and said, "That's a good place." I heard that there is a snake tree in our school, and its leaves have powerful medical effects. ”

"Yes, that's our Ilvermorny's treasure." Mr. Basil said proudly.

He gradually withdrew his gaze, and his initially novel expression was invaded by an inexplicable sense of superiority.

As an excellent graduate of Ilvermorny, in this unfamiliar school, he must show a little bit of appearance, otherwise he will be looked down upon by others.

That's what Mr. Basil thought.

"There are also many treasures in Hogwarts, the relics left by the four founders, each of which is a legendary magic prop, and the spiral staircase under our feet now is the founder of Ravenclaw, established by Rowena Ravenclaw, and there are many mysterious places in the castle." Owen saw the gentleman's superiority in the eye.

The debate between the Father and the Son rose in the bottom of my heart.

Although the British Empire reversed the throne of father and son, the wizarding world was not like this, and the wizarding world in the United States developed rapidly over the years, and after World War II, it was like the Muggle-founded nation in that land, and it attracted wizards from other regions.

Today, it is even more prosperous than the British wizarding world.

However, although the British Ministry of Magic has become a declining phenomenon, it is still one of the best magical powers in the world. It has a deep heritage, and archaeological research guarantees that it still has some advantages.

Although this advantage passes quickly.

It won't be long before it will be surpassed by other countries.

But at least not now.

"I've heard that the founder of Ilvermorny is from England!"

"You can see everywhere, she is a descendant of Slytherin, the four founders of Hogwarts, and has dreamed of going to Hogwarts all her life, but unfortunately she has a vicious aunt who prevents her from going to Hogwarts, and the lady later fled to the United States. Based on the descriptions of Hogwarts he had heard from his aunt, and his own imagination, he established Ilvermorny, which also had four houses. ”

Owen is full of information about the history of Ilvermorny, and these truths have long been lost in the long river of history.

The history of magic in the United States only records the persecution of the founder of Ilvermorny from England.

But the specific things are not recorded in detail.

This is after Owen tells the truth.

Mr. Basil's face suddenly turned unpleasant.

He may have felt offended and his alma mater, even if everything Owen said was true.

"Ilvermorny is a great school of magic. She is not to be discredited. He said solemnly, looking at Owen's eyes with unkindness. She is the greatest school of magic in the world. ”

"We are open and inclusive, and we were the first wizarding school to accept No-Maj (American Muggle) wizards into the Academy.

United, we have fought against the Puritans in the New World for hundreds of years.

Whether it's North America, South America, European traditional spells, or African gesture witchcraft, Ilvermorny is compatible with the old and innovative, and teaches so much magic that you can't learn it in a lifetime. Mr. Basil said proudly.

His arrogant words drew a constant crusade against the portraits on the walls.

"Arrogant boy! When Hogwarts was founded, you were still swamps and hills in America! ”

"Ivermorny, I've never heard of it, but what kind of school is it?"

"Didn't you hear that kid? Your founders want to study at Hogwarts! It's just that she doesn't have a chance! ”

Most of the murals at Hogwarts Castle are of wizards from England.

And they were all famous wizards who had made great contributions, and they made Mr. Basil blush, because he noticed that many of the portraits on the walls appeared in the textbooks of his school days.

This made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't just raise his hands and show white.

After all, he is an American, not a Frenchman.

"Honestly, there's nothing remarkable about a long history." He said in a stiff tone.

"I've heard of Hogwarts, and last year the European Wizarding Newspaper ran a story about a young Hogwarts wizard who had defeated hundreds of Dementors.

Hmph - that's a big lie!

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old wizard is excellent at making his wand glow even a little bit of a Patronus light - defeating hundreds of them is just nonsense!

It is clear that this school does not teach its students what humility is. ”

"Haha!!" Mr. Basil's words succeeded in making the sorcerers in the portraits laugh on their backs.

There was even a medieval lady who knocked over a precious teacup from the Far East.

But she didn't feel pity at all. Instead, tears of laughter flowed out.

"The boy who sits in the well and watches the sky!" An old wizard reprimanded him severely.

"Hogwarts is the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world." His high-pitched voice resounded up the stairs.

"Patronus Charm - you just grab a little wizard, if he can't, you can take my portrait out of here and burn it!"

"Roar! Owen put on a show for him and told him to keep his mouth shut! ”

At that moment, a ghost popped out of the wall.

It was Sir Nigrath of Gryffindor, Nick who was almost headless.

Since the Dead Born was destroyed, his soul power returned to the petrified spirit.

With no physical problems, the ghosts recover much faster than wizards.

"Sir, you look the same as before."

"It's better than ever!" Nick shook his fist and gestured to show off his muscles.

"Quick, let him open his eyes! This conceited guy! ”

"No, you don't! I'll just find someone for this simple spell. As he spoke, Owen's eyes scanned down the spiral hallway and finally landed on Neville's happy-looking face.

He was happy, as if his whole body was wrapped in honey.

"Hey, Neville, a Patronus charm, this philistine of Ilvermorny doesn't believe the young wizards of Hogwarts can use it."

"Huh?" Neville, who was preparing to eat in the auditorium, looked up blankly.

He had just received a letter from his grandmother.

His parents seemed to have regained some consciousness, though not much, but for the first time in twelve years, his father called out his grandmother's name.

Oh, my God!

What a joy to be!

Filled with sweetness in his heart, Neville didn't question Owen as he pulled out his wand, waved it lightly with his father's wand, and chanted a spell.

"Divine Guard!"

The next second, a majestic lion leaped out of the tip of his wand.

The tiger's roar resounded throughout the staircase.

"Roar! A true Gryffindor! Nick's eyes lit up and he commented enthusiastically.

In fact, Neville wasn't very successful in summoning the Flesh Ward.

He could only summon a ball of light for the most part, and although he had been practicing the spell hard, Owen guessed it might have something to do with his experience.

Poor Neville was deprived of his parents since he was a child, which left him with a huge hole in his heart.

This makes it easier for him to use the Patronus Charm than the others.

"Oh my God!" Mr. Basil's eyes widened at Neville with a look of incredulity.

A complete physical patronus, and it comes from the hands of a child who looks only thirteen or fourteen.

How is this possible!

For a moment, he only felt as if part of his worldview had collapsed.

"But—while I admit it's pretty remarkable to summon a physical guard at this age, but—that's hundreds of Dementors." Although the tiger's majesty was close at hand, Mr. Basil was still quibbling.

He would never believe that a young wizard could be so powerful against the power of hundreds of Dementors.

"Whatever you want!" Seeing that this gentleman was still stubborn, Owen lost the mind to continue to entangle with him.

You'll never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

In that case, let him live in his own narrow world.

He then walked up to Neville and asked him what he had been doing lately.

The Gryffindor Juggernaut responded with a smile, but didn't tell him why.

The two of them walked like this until they came out of the spiral staircase.

"If I find out you're experimenting with pranks on the little wizard, you two will pack up my things and move out of the Gryffindor Tower."

As soon as they entered the front doorway of the Great Hall, they met Professor McGonagall, who was reprimanding the Weasley twins in front of the Great Hall.

The professor's expression was stern.

The two Weasleys shuddered.

"Huh? Are you finished? As if sensing someone coming behind her, Professor McGonagall turned around just in time to see Owen and Neville leading Mr. Basil.

"That's right! I brought Mr. Basil to the auditorium for dinner. It's true, the president of the federation didn't care about his subordinates at all, and casually threw them in the office, which chilled people's hearts. ”

Owen said, and especially pronounced the word 'eat' very seriously.

In an instant, Mr. Basil's face darkened even more.

It seems that he is here to eat.

"Albus doesn't know about it." Professor McGonagall explained.

"That's even more chilling, Mr. Basil has come all the way to Hogwarts, he doesn't even know." As he spoke, the little black man's voice changed, "But fortunately, we Hufflepuffs are all warm-hearted. Nothing can be said to make the guests go back hungry. ”

He pointed out to the auditorium.

"You can sit down, order your favorite juice, and have a steak to enjoy the afternoon." ”

"Of course, I don't know what happened to Ilvermorny's little wizards, but the little wizards of Hogwarts are a little bit more active, and you may be subjected to some kind and absolutely malicious pranks during the meal. Trust me, it's a way for us to welcome outsiders.

You know, as the oldest school of witchcraft and wizardry in all of Europe, unlike the new schools that have not been established for a long time, Hogwarts has many unseen but real rules that you must follow her, and of course I believe that Mr. Basil, as a gentleman, must understand and support us.

Maybe you don't know, in fact, I have heard of your Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you are also divided into four colleges, right, I know the Long Water Snake Academy and the Thunderbird Academy, we Hufflepuff, yes my house, a very good, hardworking, kind, sincere, friendly college, the most well-known senior, Mr. Newt Scamander, you should have heard of him, the author of the world-class book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", his wife is an Ilvermorny witch, So we still have a lot of connections.

Mrs. Scamander and Senior Newt get along very well, just like us today, we must be able to get along very happily! ”

(End of chapter)