"It's good to be young, and to feel the hurt of love."

At some point, Dumbledore appeared in front of the hallway of the infirmary.

His hands were crossed together, his gray beard was bound by a silk thread, and he wore the light blue robe, which was elegant and meaningful.

Owen had never seen Dumbledore wear this.

You know, old headmaster, I like fancy clothes the most.

What he often wears is his purple wizard's robe.

Such an elegant robe, it seems that Gandalf would only wear it.

It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore was not lightly affected by that white-robed sword master!

- The last time he was at Black's Ancestral House, he was shocked that the old headmaster was carrying a Gryffindor sword.

"Oh! I should have said hello before coming in. He said.

"You've come in, Professor." Owen stared angrily at the old naughty headmaster.

"That's right." The old principal winked playfully, and then walked to the hospital bed step by step.

"You have to admit that she's quite a good witch." The old headmaster leaned in front of the hospital bed and looked at Hermione lying on the bed. "Probably the best witch Hogwarts has ever walked out."

"It only took more than two months to write a simple book of alchemical principles."

"Two months?" Owen was stunned.

"Headmaster, there's always something privileged." Dumbledore smiled at him.

Then Owen suddenly remembered the speculum that had been in the principal's office—it couldn't even see what was going on in the room!

"But, I must say, the time turner is a rather dangerous magical item." The headmaster said calmly, "I thought you would use it on the right path, Owen. ”

"When you hold it, you are responsible for it."

"You are responsible, both for you and for her."

The old headmaster said slowly.

Then with a wave of the palm.

From the inside pocket of Hermione's robes, a funnel-like magical item appeared in his hand.

He held the time turner in his hand, felt the subtlety in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh: "Time is the most fascinating thing, but it is also the most dangerous. ”

"You have to be careful to manipulate it, not to be manipulated by time."

At this point, Madam Pomfrey ran out of potions.

Owen put Hermione down straight again.

Then at the invitation of Professor Dumbledore. The two walked out of the school infirmary together.

What she needed was rest.

It's useless to be here yourself.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the infirmary, he saw many Gryffindor wizards rushing towards him.

Harry, Ron, they were among them, they wanted to visit Hermione.

But these requests were ruthlessly rejected by Madam Pomfrey.

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey had the absolute right to speak, and even Dumbledore smiled secretly and shook his head helplessly.

Harry sighed and agreed to come back tomorrow morning.

As for Owen, he and Headmaster Dumbledore were walking in the corridors of Hogwarts South.

Under the moonlight.

The marble on the ground, as if it had been waxed, was shining, clearly reflecting the figures of the two people.

A splendid doorway with a gate occupied by a shrub called mistletoe.

Everywhere is full of greenery.

This can't help but make people sigh that spring has indeed arrived.

"You know what? It was also a long time before I understood a simple truth. Professor Dumbledore said leisurely, looking at the mountains in the distance with half-moon glasses, and they were standing on the covered bridge between the Great Hall Castle and the Observatory Tower. It's one of the best places to see Hogwarts, with the Black Lagoon beneath it, and a waterfall behind it, and the Juanjuan stream gushing out of the cracks in the rocks, which seems to have lasted for thousands, tens of thousands.

"Real magic, really precious things, are all around us." A glimmer of pain flashed in his eyes, "Don't let the person who loves us the most hurt Owen, you have to remember that having a time turner doesn't mean you get a second chance." What has happened can never be changed. ”

His thoughts were as complicated as the look in his eyes at this time, and the old headmaster seemed to have the appearance of his sister in his mind. Years later, the girl's appearance has become blurred.

But the deep-seated pain and remorse are as if words have been carved into stone, and they are still clear for thousands of years.

Finally, the distant scenery no longer seemed to attract his gaze so much.

He turned his gaze back to Owen.

He took off his glasses, his blue eyes sparkling, and he looked at the child in front of him who was once similar to him when he was younger, and his heart rippled with love.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, touched Owen's head, and said flatly, "You've grown taller." ”

"I don't know when, you're already a little adult." He said.

"Miss Granger is a good girl, maybe you should try it and feel love."

A smile spread across his cheeks, and it really looked like Owen's family, his grandfather, and said affectionately.

"Me?" Owen was stunned for a moment.

Then, he stared at the professor with his accustomed look, and said indifferently: "Love is nothing but the chemical reaction of animal reproduction. It's dizzy at first, and then it slowly fades, and life should focus on sublimating oneself and focusing on magic. ”

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled, "Then why are you in the Gryffindor common room?" ”

"Kid."

"When I found out about your mother, I understood that you would be a good person. I never doubted that you have the same precious thing in the world as Harry, and that is love, a great and selfless mother who protects you, and this love naturally affects you, which is probably why you use the dark magic so often, but you are not affected. ”

Hearing this, Owen was silent.

He was tired of Dumbledore's call for love as the magic weapon of everything.

He doesn't like this kind of thing that can't be mastered, even if his body is full of traces of love, but if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.

After half a ring, he looked up again, looked at Dumbledore, and a smile crossed his cheeks, "Professor—"

"You and Nicolamay shouldn't have used an owl letter to get in touch, he's so confused that he sometimes sends the wrong address."

A gentle wind came from a distance, rippling the silvery black lake, blowing Dumbledore's beard and Owen's black hair.

Owen replied, "I know. Death is but the beginning of another, greater adventure. ”

The professor looked at him, and his tone was kind and gentle like he had never been before: "Yes. ”

"You're always catchy, but do you really understand?"

He patted Owen on the shoulder and said, "To love someone, to experience a story, to embrace an adventure, and not to let the outcome become a shackle." It's the process that matters. ”

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, but Owen could clearly see some pity and pain in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the old principal's gaze was far-reaching and long.

It is like a bottle of wine that has been handed down from ancient times to the present, with bitter memories and a sad past, plus a little sweetness of love, to make a fruit wine with a bitter aftertaste but sweet aftertaste.

"Oh! That's right. He abruptly shifted the heavy subject.

"Send me a letter, Mr. Basil. It is said that the Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry is interested in the teaching of magical schools in Europe. How do you do it. Let them promise to send a team over? ”

"Team?" Owen rubbed his head, guessing that it might have something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.

"Scolding him? Intimidated? ”

"It's just a very common method." Owen, who felt that he was getting darker and darker, hurriedly explained: "It's not me who intimidated him, it's Neville, he used a Patronus Charm to scare him and left without eating." ”

"Really?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him, and then his brow relaxed, "Anyway, our goal has finally been achieved. ”

"Go back to sleep, kid."

"Tomorrow will be another day."

——————

The villagers of Little Hangleton still refer to the house as 'Riddle House', even though the Riddles have not lived here for many years.

The house is located on a hillside with a view of the whole village.

The original magnificent building is now in ruins, although the ruins can still be vaguely recognizable from the ruins that there was once a beautiful large house here.

On the mountain, a lame man in his seventies was bent over to clean up the vines on the fence outside the house.

I don't know why, this old man named Frank, since the death of the Riddle family overnight in the past fifty years, did not choose to leave, but continued to stay here, diligently guarding the house and yard.

The neat lawn outside the courtyard is his heart's work.

Normally, he wouldn't allow anyone else to enter the manor at all.

But today is different.

Less than a few feet away from him, there was a great flow of people.

Countless black-robed wizards came and went.

Their faces were heavy, and they were all exhausted.

Moody stood in the clearing of the courtyard, watching as the passing wizards brought in the corpses, which—just now, were their living colleagues, but now they were cold corpses.

"What are you thinking?"

Theseus Scamander limped over.

His left leg was stained with blood, and although it had been treated simply, there was black magic in the injured area, and the pain reminded him that he was lucky to be alive.

"It's a little strange~"

Moody's MONOCULUS retracted, its gaze swept over the corpses of theirs or dark wizards on the ground.

"Most of the dead here are ordinary dark wizards, and none of the Death Eaters of those loyal mysteries have been caught."

"I feel like we've been tricked."

"You guessed right." Theseus nodded, and he stood still, "The mysterious man used our hands to kill those dark wizards who were not loyal to him, not only striking at other dark wizard forces, but also seriously weakening our strength. ”

"But we had to give blood." Moody said in a deep voice, "Do you want to sit back and watch these dark wizards act recklessly?" ”

"It's a scheme."

"Neither the mystery man nor we need this result." Theseus said in a deep voice, "The British Ministry of Magic must return to normal immediately, and the people can no longer withstand any turmoil. ”

"That's all there is to it." He said.

"It's hard to accept, but—the Ministry of Magic can't afford to take any risks." Moody sighed in the same way, "It's up to Barty Crouch to worry about next." We've reached the limit of what we can do. ”

Both were silent at the same time.

Silent mourning for the great war that has just taken place.

This was the largest since the Battle of Hogsmeade. The Aurors alone arrested and killed dozens of dark wizards.

Of course, they also paid a terrible price, more than a dozen companions died, and almost everyone hung the lottery.

Summer is getting closer.

Who would have thought that this would indeed be the biggest winter before summer.

A dozen more Aurors died——————

"The Ministry of Magic actually arrested dozens of dark wizards at once!!"

Hogwarts.

In the school infirmary, Owen and Harry were sitting around Hermione's bed.

He was peeling an apple, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that there is no smile on his face, and it doesn't look like him at all.

Harry had a copy of the Daily Prophet, and since he had subscribed to the Daily Prophet in anticipation of when the Ministry of Magic would reopen Sirius's case, he had been interested in reading books every day.

"They say the Aurors and the Dark Wizards who have basically cleared the wizarding world of England quickly."

"Barty Crouch has announced the reactivation of the Unforgivable Curse Restriction Act. and began to arrange the issue of the pension of the sacrificial Aurors. ”

"I thought he wouldn't look back if he didn't hit the south wall." Ron snorted lightly and took a bite of the unpeeled apple in his hand, "At least we'll be safer for the summer holidays." ”

"There's still two months left, and you're looking forward to the summer vacation." Hermione on the bed said angrily, "What you're really worried about should be the final exam~~~"

As she spoke, she was about to get up, but just as she was holding on to the bed with both hands, trying to overcome the discomfort caused by the sore muscles in her arms, suddenly a gaze fell on her.

Suddenly, Hermione's face froze, and then she quickly tried her best to lie down again.

"Why is it so hard to let you lie down!" Owen looked at her, his eyes were not good, he casually handed her the apple in his hand, and then continued: "Lie down for me for a week, during which you are not allowed to read, and you are not allowed to use your brain!" ”

"Why!" Holding an apple in her hand, but her heart was cool and cool, Hermione subconsciously asked.

"I'm not talking to you about Miss Granger, I'm just giving you a routine notice!"

"Otherwise—would you like to try petrifying and lying down for a week?"

"But, my drafts, my parchments, I."

"Huh." Owen sneered, his eyes flashing with a hint of banter, "Work so hard!" Miss Granger. ”

"Then you can't read a book! The provincial one snatched the title of the first in my age! ”

“.”

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but give him a blank look.

Who doesn't know the title of number one in your age!

With this in mind, she slowly opened her mouth and took a bite of the green apple in her hand, well—so sweet!

(End of chapter)