Sirius' return to Hogwarts.

The next day it was all known.

The news of the return of this professor, who has a huge reputation in Gryffindor, immediately made the excitement of the young wizards from the Lion Courtyard unable to sleep.

Professor Sirius, take us to Slytherin again!

This is perhaps the careful thinking of most of the young wizards of the Lion Academy.

On the other hand, when Harry heard that Sirius was one of the referees of the match, he immediately led Hermione to him in the hope of getting some information from Sirius about the content of the match.

They met in the garden in the atrium of the castle.

It is located halfway between the main building of the auditorium and the observatory tower.

The garden has a large English oak tree, which is several stories tall.

In addition, there is a magic fountain in the garden, as well as some shrubs.

Sirius and the others were sitting in their seats along the fountain.

"What the hell is going on with the goblins?"

Without waiting for Harry to ask about the tournament, Hermione said bluntly.

"What goblin?" Harry turned his head and asked, puzzled.

Aren't we asking about the content of the competition?

On the other side, Ron had a similar expression.

Two useless men, full of question marks.

Sirius looked into Hermione's scrutinizing eyes, and after a moment, he sighed.

He didn't want to tell Hermione about it.

It's too dangerous for the little wizard to get involved.

But—

He was also a Gryffindor, and he knew what kind of personality the Gryffindors were, and if he didn't say it, the girl would never stop there, she would definitely find the answer on her own, and the more she did, the more dangerous she would be.

So, after a long silence, Sirius was reluctant and planned to tell Hermione what had happened.

His striking grey eyes fell on Hermione, and Miss Granger was undeniably the smartest witch he had ever seen.

She was even smarter than Harry's mother, Lily, and he had no doubt that if Hermione had made up her mind, she would have found the truth.

Unless there's that black imp involved.

Immediately, he frowned, and said seriously, "Remember what I said? I'm going to find out the truth about my brother's murder. ”

"I traveled to a few places with Kreacher's tips."

He looked thoughtful, and the tiredness in the corners of his eyes was an indication that his journey might not be as easy as he appeared. "Those are ancient ruins that resemble caves. In addition to some of the traces left by the first step, I found some other traces. ”

"Left by the elves?" Hermione turned her head and said.

"A huge alchemy machine, but something that belongs hundreds of years ago. Most of them are wreckage. Sirius said slowly, "I've found this in a lot of ruins, and it's like part of some kind of huge machine, you know, I've had some research on Muggle machines. I could tell which ones were wheels and those were engines.

There were also some old sheepskin scrolls left at the site, of course - certainly broken. Based on the patchwork, I can roughly tell that it is a 'weapon'. ”

"Weapons?" Ron was startled.

He and Harry were confused, but they understood what Sirius was referring to.

A group of goblins, weapons of war left behind.

The story is so bizarre.

Ron looked at Hermione and Sirius with suspicion.

It's the same story that Luna often talks about.

What Fudge has a group of fire elf armies or something.

A normal wizard would never believe this.

"Wait—a goblin weapon from a hundred years ago?" Suddenly, Hermione had a lot of information in her head, and someone had said it.

"It's the Goblin Wars of more than a hundred years ago! That weapon was used against Hogwarts! ”

Hearing Hermione's voice, Harry and Ron both looked at each other in shock.

Soon, they also began to remember that Owen had told them this.

About the Fairy Wars!

Several goblin wars!

"That's right." Sirius nodded, looking at Hermione in surprise, "I didn't think you knew that. ”

"Yes, Owen told us." Hermione said bluntly.

"Oh!" All of a sudden, the look of surprise on Sirius's face vanished, as if it had never appeared, as if everything seemed normal as long as it appeared in Owen's body, "That's not a surprise, that guy is almost a prophet." ”

complained coldly.

Sirius continued, "As for what happened a hundred years ago, you know, the Black family is of some use. ”

He gave a sarcastic smile, "There was once a Hogwarts Headmaster in our family. ”

"Maybe you've seen his name in the book A History of Hogwarts." Sirius looked at Hermione and said flatly, without any pride in the slightest because there had been such a 'great man' in the family history.

"Phineas Nigelus Black." Hermione uttered the name almost immediately.

"Yes, the most unpopular Headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen." He sneered, and then resumed the conversation, not intending to look back at the past history of the Black family, "During the Goblin Wars, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts. ”

"So you learned the truth of everything from him?"

"On the contrary, he knows nothing!

From the beginning to the end of the war, he knew nothing.

My great Headmaster of Hogwarts, my great-grandfather, didn't pay any attention to the school back then, and like Malfoy now, he spent all his energy befriending the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic to make sure he could sit in the headmitt's seat for a long time. ”

“.”

The three little ones on the side listened to Sirius speechlessly, and from his words, they could probably imagine what kind of person that Black would be.

And they can easily reach out to a person.

Fudge!

That's right, that Blake was like Fudge.

"The only thing he knew about the entire war was that a group of rebellious goblins had attacked Hogwarts, and he didn't know anything else.

But I found some news from other sources. Sirius slowly got up, the snow under his feet making a lattice sound, "I found an unopened letter from some of the letters he left behind.

As Headmaster of Hogwarts, he's qualified—oh! There was so much time to open an extremely important letter. ”

"What Sirius is written in it!" Harry asked, they seemed to be solving a great ancient mystery, and he was thrilled by the adventurous spirit of Gryffindor.

"A goblin attacked a wizard."

"Assaulted a wizard?"

"A wizard with a special bloodline."

"Special?" Hermione asked. "What did they do to that wizard?"

"They killed him?" Ron said.

"They ate him." Sirius replied flatly.

The three small pupils were shocked, and their eyes widened, "Eat?" Are you kidding? ”

"Hehe-peel and draw blood.

The letter doesn't explain why the elves did this, but it's clear that there was such a special wizard at Hogwarts at the time. This may be one of the reasons why the elves attacked Hogwarts. ”

"It's unbelievable, whether it's-" Hermione pursed her lips, not saying the word "eat", "they dare to attack Hogwarts for that reason?" ”

"I warn you, Hermione." Sirius and the others got up and walked out into the hallway.

It's starting to snow.

Snowflakes flakes are falling slowly.

Cover up all dirt.

"My great-grandfather didn't have Dumbledore's strength, and attacking Hogwarts was no more difficult than attacking the Ministry of Magic, and of course, I believe in the elves for more than that, there must be deeper secrets that we don't know.

They have attacked Hogwarts several times over the past few hundred years, and there must be a deeper reason behind this.

But I don't have time to find the truth.

Because obviously, they're starting to move again. ”

"So that day, you reminded me because you thought the goblins thought I had some kind of magical bloodline?"

Eventually, they stopped at the end of the hallway, in front of an oak door.

"No thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard can perform such a feat." Sirius lowered his head, his black pupils like a backdrop to the universe, like his name, and through his eyes you could see a real beating, fiery star.

There was always a hint of worry in the corner of his eyes.

Sirius, who had been washed away, was no longer as conceited as he had been.

He gently patted Hermione on the shoulder, bent down, made eye contact with Hermione, and said in a gentle tone, "You are really, the best witch I have ever met, Hermione."

You've done well enough, and trust me, no one can do it better than you.

So, leave it to us next! ”

As he spoke, he winked at Hermione.

Then he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the distance.

The three little ones stayed where they were, and Sirius's figure gradually disappeared from their sight as the undulating wooden door gradually weakened.

They were still shocked by what they had just heard.

Especially Hermione.

Of course they've all been in contact with goblins, goblins from Gringotts, everyone has seen them.

She didn't notice any threat to the wizard from the creatures.

While most elves are greedy for money, that doesn't mean they're going against the wizarding world as a whole.

But now, when history shows her the most cruel and bloody corner, this makes several young wizards a little confused.

——————

The last two weeks of November.

The little wizards saw with their own eyes that a huge playing field was slowly being set up in the forest not far from the castle.

It is bigger than a Quidditch pitch.

The surrounding stands are not as high as the stadium.

Every day there are new figures in the castle.

The day after Sirius' return, an important figure appeared at Hogwarts.

That's Hufflepuff's pride, Senior Newt.

Also a member of the jury, his appearance won the cheers of the young wizards.

Even the young wizards of other schools had heard his name.

Then a number of familiar and unfamiliar wizards appeared in the castle as if they were going to a banquet.

As the time of the game approached, the castle was visibly lively.

Everyone was talking, guessing who would emerge victorious.

As for Owen.

He and Dobby almost used all their might. It's a pity that I still haven't gotten any useful information from those elves.

The only thing that pleased him was that the elves did know something.

Because when he pronounced the words Weasley's Treasure, they reacted quite violently, and really, Owen wanted to use the Dementor Charm to be heard.

Later, he came up with the idea of having the Weasley twins pass off as the descendants of the Weasleys in history to inherit the inheritance.

Inheritance - Zheng Da Guang, how they refuse.

It's a pity that this method can't be said to be effective, it can only be said that it is useless at all.

It's no wonder that the elves were very enthusiastic about the twins before, and it turned out that they were trying to confirm whether these two were the heirs of the Weasleys.

Clearly, in the past, the Twins scored zero on this exam.

Of course – it doesn't matter, George and Fred got zero marks and what does Ron have to do with Ginny.

The two of them went on!

Idle is idle anyway!

Owen didn't have much hope for the two of them, but within a few days, Ron came running to tell him.

He said that he found that one of the elves in the group was very old and liked to play wizard chess.

He formed an initial friendship with him by playing chess with the other party.

Ron was extremely interested in it.

The Weasley Treasure - It Turns Out to Be Real!

Oh! How interesting, a treasure that belongs to their family.

So he worked extremely it.

After receiving the good news, Owen immediately instructed Ron to focus on the old elf, and Dobby would cooperate with him.

"Whew~"

Finally, his trial has a little bit of an eyebrow!

For the next few days, Ron continued his quest to raid the elves.

Miss Granger vanished into the castle as if she had vanished from the world.

Harry seemed to have gotten into the castle's library, and this time, she started rummaging through the forbidden area to find the answers she wanted.

And Owen, he has another thing to do.

In the alchemy classroom.

Actually, he should have come a long time ago.

But as the game approached and a flurry of events happened, Hagrid's warning that he was going to find Victor was put on the back burner.

Ron had made tremendous progress lately, and when he relaxed, he remembered it again.

Of course - as for who reminded him.

That, of course, was Dumbledore.

The old headmaster mysteriously assigned him to find Victor, but he didn't say what he was going to do.

It's free today, so he's coming.

Upon entering, Owen found the huge classroom empty as desks and chairs had been removed.

Only a door is placed in the center.

Metal gates.

It's not any door for Doraemon.

Curious, Owen walked over and pushed open the door, to his astonishment at what was inside.

It was like a paradise with an open-air alchemy workshop.

He could see Victor cramming some kind of core into the steel giant, which was about a dozen feet tall on the side.

Then the giants rose from their knees as if they had come to life.

"Try to sabotage it!" Victor had a thick stack of parchment in his hands, and he leaned against the table, his special fountain pen constantly writing something on the paper.

He didn't even lift his head, just stood there quietly.

But I don't know how to invoke Owen's existence.

"Soul Torrent !!"

The torrent of the starry sky condensed in Owen's hand, and after three seconds, the water-blue light was already dazzling, and in an instant, he pushed the comet out with all his might.

The majestic torrent rushed frantically towards the alchemy puppet with a devastating aura.

The meteor was like a blue dead light, devouring the puppet's body.

Gradually, its cuirass evaporated.

Then the limbs, then the head, and finally the body.

Except for the core that Victor had just put in, all of the puppets were wiped out by the meteor.

A two-foot-wide ravine appeared above the earth.

"Good morning, Professor!" Owen withdrew his wand and said triumphantly, "You made me destroy this." ”

He looked at the dust on the ground, leaving only a core puppet, pinched his voice and pretended to be worried, "Can this still be repaired?" ”

He jokingly said that his voice echoed in this world.

But Victor didn't react with any expression.

He took his gaze away from the parchment in his hand, and then looked at the dusty floor.

Then he lowered his head again.

Ay?

Are you not giving any reaction at all?

Doesn't that seem like I'm stupid?

Owen touched his head, and only sighed that he was calmer than ordinary people when he was engaged in science.

Suddenly, the dust in the ravine suddenly floated around the core like a tornado.

Then, after a burst of lightning and flint, it took five or six seconds for the dust to turn back into an alchemy puppet.

"Wardfa?"

Owen looked at the puppet standing in the ravine in shock.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Ancient runes are stored in the core, and the core can continue to transform and regenerate without destroying the body." Victor explained simply, holding his cane, step by step in front of the burly alchemy puppet, reaching out and caressing its 'skin' that indicated the streamer.

At the core, near the heart, a flickering milky white light is extraordinary.

This puppet should be a creation of the gods, and should never have been born at the hands of humans.

"There are still some problems with how it works." Slowly, his voice came slowly, "And energy supply is also a problem." ”

"Each regeneration consumes a lot of mana. You'll have to bring them around again when you're playing. Victor turned his head to look at Owen, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his pale face, "How do you say that?" You'll have to recharge it all the time! ”

"Wait!" Owen pushed back half a step, "This thing is the monster of the first level?" ”

"Yes! Powered by ancient magic. ”

"You're crazy—aren't you—is Dumbledore crazy? How could a little wizard beat a puppet of this level! ”

Don't look at him, he seems to be easy to deal with just now.

But that's because he has ancient magic powers, and the spell is strong enough!

The highest work of source magic is the sea of stars.

But on the little wizard, Owen even doubted that a magic like the Fire Charm could scratch the golem's metal 'skin'!

"The little wizard is going to deal with this? Dumbledore emptied the ruins? ”

(End of chapter)