"Oh! Well done! Hagrid approvingly, "Gryffindor plus five points!" ”

As he spoke, he began to organize the little wizards to line up and start dealing with the creatures one by one.

To be honest, this experience is really good, at least it is much better than that fried tail snail.

Thestrals don't suddenly breathe fire at them.

But there are still some people.

Most of the young wizards from the other schools were wizards of Ilvermorny.

They can only watch.

Because - Thestrals? Where is it? Why can't I see.

From their point of view, they could only see the young wizards of Hogwarts rubbing excitedly back and forth towards a patch of air.

The air was still covered in blood (blood from the corner of Thestrals' mouth).

And the half cow is rapidly shrinking in size.

Besides.

They can't see anything.

Of course, it didn't matter if they could see it or not, because Thestrals was there, and they could reach out and touch it, at least to dispel the boring idea that the Hogwarts wizards were playing with them in their hearts.

Suddenly, Owen felt his robe being gently pulled, and he looked down to see a Thestrals licking his sleeve nearby.

When it noticed Owen's gaze on it, it turned its head to look into the distance.

"What's wrong?"

Following Thestrals' direction, Owen noticed that there was a sudden figure on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

With silver hair and a signature raspberry red school uniform, people instantly know her identity.

"Koyatl?" Owen's brow furrowed, he had always wanted to find time to talk to her after the game, but he always didn't have time. Today was a coincidental encounter.

And—he walked over to Miss Granger.

Then he dragged her and went with him to the other side of the forest.

"What are you doing!" Hermione grabbed Owen's arm, frowned, and whispered, very angry.

"I'm going to talk to Koyatl over there!" The boy said.

"And then!" Hermione said as she craned her white neck.

"We're going to talk about it alone, about a little bit of something intimate, and it could go on for a long time."

After that, he obviously felt that the resistance from his arm suddenly decreased a lot.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" The little witch was still squeezing.

"It doesn't matter." Owen said, then let go of the hand that was holding her, "Then you go!" ”

"Huh?" There was a sudden pause, much to Miss Granger's surprise, "You—" She gritted her teeth and stared at him viciously with her eyes as if she were going to eat him.

And then—Owen just laughed and moved on.

And behind him.

The little witch followed steadfastly.

"Didn't I let you go back?"

"I like to walk here, I want you to take care of it!" Miss Granger said forcefully.

"Okay!" Owen continued, "By the way, you know the tradition of the tournament! ”

"Christmas party?"

"That's right, every warrior has to find a dance partner to take care of the dance, and Professor McGonagall will inform all the teachers and students in a few days."

"So—so what." The little witch's voice suddenly became lower.

"Who are you going to invite?"

"I-" Miss Granger's voice suddenly froze, but as clever as she was, she quickly found the right words to fight back, "why do you ask me that, do you want me to invite you?" ”

"Hey—I didn't say that." Owen turned around and winked at her, "I want to say, you must be cautious, but you can't let your old age look back on the past because of a momentary impulse, and the prom has become a regret like a knot!" ”

"Hmph, I won't regret it!" The little witch spoke unnaturally. If you look closely, you'll see that her cheeks are slightly stained with a faint layer of crimson, but because of the weather, it's not obvious, and you can't tell if it's cold red or shy.

"Yes." Owen looked at her, "That's the kind of thinking, it's dangerous. ”

"The regrets of the past will not dissipate because of time, it will only become a bitter wine because of the brewing of time."

"Finally the bitter wine enters the throat - pause!"

He chuckled, then stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a few feet from Koyatl.

Walking forward, he changed his tone, different from the banter of Miss Granger, this time he was very serious: "You have to understand death, recognize death, and admit death in order to truly see Thestrals." ”

"You! Sure enough, I need to talk to him. ”

"Come on, come on, don't panic, don't run." He raised his right hand and waved it casually, and the trees around him, as if they came to life, stretched out their branches and formed a fence around them.

Beneath, the rotten wood transforms into a chair.

Uh—by the way, Miss Granger got one too.

"Don't be nervous.

My treatment method, no injections or medicine, sitting here is to talk to you, and use the way of conversation treatment, referred to as talk therapy. ”

Seeing that Koyatl had no intention of leaving.

She looked at him from afar, her face cloudy, but she didn't turn away directly.

Seeing this, Owen assumed the posture of an elder and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, on the yellowed paper, a few words scribbled on it.

"I have a lot of questions for you." "Now let's get to the first topic," he said. ”

"Honey"

When the three words were pronounced, he immediately folded the parchment paper in his hand, and then stuffed it back into his pocket without blushing or heartbeat, "I'm sorry, I took the wrong paper, this is not for you." ”

With that, he rummaged through the other pocket, and finally seemed to touch something hard, and then took it out, it was a book, "Well, "Teach You to Waltz in a Week"

"Okay." He hurriedly stuffed the book to Hermione on the side, "It's too miscellaneous, it's all messed up." ”

"It's okay, I'm better at aimless summer pickpocketing."

Everything the boy showed fell into Koyatl's eyes.

To be honest, she was very unfamiliar with Owen, and she was even more disgusted with his out-of-character personality.

All she knew was that at Hogwarts, the boy in front of her was even more influential than the girl next to him.

This is extremely unreasonable, the witch's game, she watched the whole process, whether it is the level of the spell, or the difficulty of casting the spell, or the combat quality is far more than her.

She hadn't even heard of those powerful spells.

The girl is subservient to the boy, and there are probably only two problems with such a situation.

Or maybe the boy was stronger than her, or even much stronger, otherwise she wouldn't be so intimate with him, and if the gap was too small, she should fight back. Or maybe the witch was a terrible love brain, and she was willing to be left behind.

For now, it is clear that the second option may be more plausible.

But this does not mean that she will despise Owen, in fact, in her heart, there is already some speculation about Owen's strength.

It's just nowhere near Miss Granger's heights.

"Alright, let's get serious." Owen sat down in his chair, his hands crossed on his stomach, his eyes smiling slightly, "The surname Stuart is very rare as a wizard's surname. ”

"Especially in North America."

"There is only one famous Stewart in history, so you are a descendant of Aesop Sail and James Stewart?"

The time was ripe, and then Owen went straight in.

Owen felt familiar to him when he first heard the last name, but he didn't immediately remember it.

That's because James Stewart was a Muggle - well, probably a No-Maj.

And his direct descendants, their wizard daughter never married and had no offspring, (she didn't want to let the terrible blood in her body pass on, which was Slytherin blood.) So Owen didn't initially connect Koyatl to Aesop Sayr, the founder of Ilvermorny, a direct descendant of the famous Salazar Slytherin.

But, at some point, Miss Granger became more and more talented. And that powerful magical talent, coupled with the outside world's speculation about her background, gradually reminded Owen of Aesop Thur's other child.

Another of the twin daughters, born Squib.

She left Ilvermorny when she became an adult, unable to perform magic and not belonging to that world, and eventually she married a No-Maj and lived her life like an ordinary person.

And this bloodline seems to have a long history.

If the girl in front of her is really a descendant of Salazar, then in addition to the Gunt family. Only Stewart is the most likely to give birth to a descendant with such a talent again.

The silver-haired girl was obviously a little caught off guard by this sudden question, but instead of running away or turning away, she said, "They said I was." ”

"Them?" The back of Owen's head rested against the back of his chair, his head slightly raised, which made him look a little domineering, "So Koyatl Stewart is not your original name." I'll just say - how could anyone stupidly use the name of the main god of North America as their own name.

Isn't this as funny as someone named Zeus or Odin? ”

Smelling, the girl didn't squeak.

Silence.

And silence often means consent.

"The second question, who are 'they'?" Owen narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly, "The Magical Congress of the United States? Or what other dark wizard organization? ”

Silent.

Again, silence.

"It seems that this issue has touched the core a bit, so let's change the question and change it to one that is closely related to your own use." Owen continued, "How did you get that kind of magic in you? ”

As soon as the words came out, the girl's face changed suddenly, as if she had seen a cat and a mouse, and she took a few steps back, and her right hand was already close to her waist and abdomen.

It was her wand.

"Such a big reaction?" Seeing this, Owen slowly got up from the chair, "Generally speaking, when people ask you how something came from, if the reaction is very violent, then the biggest possibility is that this thing did not belong to you originally, you stole it from someone else, and when you hear people talking, you think that you are coming to rob or the main owner is coming, so you react so excitedly."

Am I right? ”

"What do you want to do?" The girl had already drawn her wand.

"I want to tell you, or the person behind you, don't try to master what you don't understand at all, ancient magic is not as simple as you think, vain attempts to control it will only invite you to ominous."

Owen never lies.

The magic on that girl's body is indeed similar to ancient magic.

But do you think ancient magic would be something good?

In the eyes of the outer gods, this is simply an everlasting lamp walking in the dark, without strong strength and psychological endurance, this power is just a short-term carnival in exchange for overdrawing life.

After the, when you actually face the outer gods, you will end up only going crazy with mere babbling, or simply throwing yourself into the arms of the outer gods.

And the girl in front of her.

Judging by her strong mental fluctuations.

Owen had reason to believe that the outer gods had bewitched her.

And he didn't see any strong will on her part.

"The flames are blazing!" Koyatl toused his wand.

Not at Owen, but at the branch behind her.

A corner of the fence was torn open, and in an instant, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Owen didn't stop him, because what he wanted was enough.

He did guess something.

As for Koyatl, if she is willing to be honest and tell him or Dumbledore everything, that would be fine, and if she doesn't, then Owen can also watch a show of the outer gods bewitching mortals, and use her as bait to see what the enemy who has lived for thousands of years is capable of.

"She has ancient magic?" Looking at the girl's distant figure, Miss Granger looked at Owen in confusion, she knew about the heir to ancient magic. On both occasions, whether it was a cave or a Hogwarts underground vault, she was a participant.

There should be only one heir to ancient magic.

It has been the law for hundreds of years that there should not be a second person in office without death.

So that Ilvermorny Witch - where did her ancient magic come from?

"It's not ancient magic." Owen turned and looked at Miss Granger, "But similarly, if the ancient magic was a rainbow, then the magic on her body was one of the red, orange, red, and green. ”

"In short, there must be a huge secret in her."

"So what do we do? Just wait-and-see? She asked.

"We?" Owen raised an eyebrow, "Miss Granger is going to form a group with me?" ”

“.” Hermione gave him a blank look, "You're serious, you're getting down to business!" ”

"Why isn't this serious?" Owen stared at her, gray eyes with a little tenderness, then suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "This is the most important thing of the year." ”

"And this year — there's only one month left."

——————

While Owen was still playing with Miss Granger, the other side of the class was basically over.

Everyone is in free time to explore.

Hagrid pulled out a piece of fresh meat from the bucket. He flapped his hands and whistled strangely towards the sky.

In a few moments, a giant dragon with a diamond luster flew in the sky.

It was Bakar, a small dragon with a big palm, who took the fresh meat from Hagrid's hand in one bite.

Then the head is raised violently, and the meat is thrown high, and then a fire is spat out, and the meat is roasted until it is medium-rare, and then swallowed in one gulp.

A set of movements is smooth, and there is no shortage of practice at a glance.

After eating and drinking, it landed on Hagrid's shoulder.

"Oh my God! It's the Tyrannosaurus! ”

Not only the little wizards from other schools, but even some wizards at Hogwarts unconsciously took a few steps back.

As students of the Magical Beasts Conservation course, of course they had met Bakar, and Hagrid fed him a lot.

But they had never seen Bakar's true form.

Those dozens of feet of dragons who look at who are not frightened.

"Oh! Don't worry, it's good-natured and never takes the initiative to attack a little wizard. "Compared to the Shylock, who was out in trouble in the Forbidden Forest, could not find the cat all day, and could spend twenty-nine days a month outside, Bakar, who came home on time every day, was obviously more pleasing to Hagrid.

Not to mention, he already loves dragons.

"Come, you can touch it, oh! Although the scales of the Australian albumen eye look like diamonds, they are not actually hard, but have a certain degree of flexibility like leather. ”

With that, Hagrid beckoned to the young wizards to reacquaint themselves with the master of the Hogwarts sky.

Seeing that Bakar did not have the inclination to attack them, the young wizards of Hogwarts first plucked up their courage and walked over one by one, looking forward to the close encounter with the dragon.

That's a dragon!

Who doesn't love dragons?

Just as the young wizards were lining up for a wonderful encounter with the dragon, a heavy coughing sound suddenly came from behind them.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"

That's Owen.

He was squinting at the traitor dragon who didn't know who his master was, who had no king and no father.

People buy you every day when they bring you food?

The kitchen next to Hufflepuff never goes out, so I don't see you coming back every day.

Hum!

Sure enough, dragons are not well raised.

But compared to their own cats.

Well, dragons are still stronger than cats.

And Bakar, when he saw the resentful eyes of his master, understood immediately.

It got the buoy of the flight. Then he flailed his wings and leaned forward like a white bolt of lightning.

On the other side, the tsundere Owen snorted softly and opened his arms.

And then—the dead dragon, went straight into Miss Granger's arms.

Convex (艹菜艹) !! I'll just say that this dragon can't be raised!

He turned to look at Miss Granger, who was panicked, as if she were holding a treasure.

She stood there bewildered, and Bakar, who was lying comfortably in the girl's arms, yawned with its four paws outstretched.

Then he turned his head and looked at Owen with clear blue eyes.

Master—Did I do it right?

I'll help you take this girl down!!

？

Fuck this dragon how dare you provoke Lao Tzu!

Owen, who couldn't read the dragon's eyes at all, rubbed it and was furious.

It's a bad lesson today, and my buddy will have Miss Granger's last name!

As he spoke, he stretched out two evil hands and snatched Bakar directly from Hermione's arms.

"Meow~~~~"

Bakar let out a shrilock's voice.

Then he was shaken by Owen's head and couldn't find North.

Just as he and Bakar were 'playing intimately), a black-robed bat man suddenly walked up in the woods.

Broken Treda squeaked, he was the first little wizard to notice the figure.

"Snape?" He frowned, looked down at Ron beside him, and said, "Why is he here?" ”

"I don't know!" Ron said with some displeasure, "But I'm sure we owe him a lot of money, look at his face." It looks like we're enemies. ”

"I guess it must have been Hermione's game being too focused, he was unbalanced." Harry sneered, "You know, if a Warrior were to be chosen from Slytherin House, he wouldn't have that look. ”

"That's right, he's sure to come over first and laugh at us."

The two continued to communicate, and Snape walked in.

Perhaps the moment Bakar appeared, he stepped out of the bushes of the forest.

Dressed in a black robe that has not changed for thousands of years, his face is cold, and the cold wind in winter is not as good as his gaze.

At first, no one noticed him except Harry.

It wasn't until the air around them suddenly dropped several degrees that everyone realized that there was a cold-smelling environmental destroyer in the woods over there.

"Huh?" Naturally, Owen noticed the gloomy professor as well.

He watched as Snape walked towards Hagrid.

Hagrid then pulled a small package out of his bosom and stuffed it into Snape.

"What are you guys doing?" He shouted bluntly.

It should be said that Hagrid and Snape have not had a good relationship to this extent.

That little bag looked like a magic material or something.

Hagrid, the UK's largest supplier of magical materials, has customers all over Diagon Alley.

Many of Snape's collections were provided by Hagrid.

What PY transactions they have, it's really normal.

"It's just some scales of Bakar, this half-blood dragon, its scales seem to have wonderful medicinal value, and they just need to be studied." Hagrid glanced down at him, then said with a frown, his tone full of displeasure.

"Huh?"

"Holy! Hagrid, you're so cruel that you're holding my dragon's scales! Owen yelled at him.

Mislooked!

I didn't expect it! Unexpected! Outward loyalty is a disguise, but in fact, you have long been lustful.

"That's what it sheds naturally!" Hagrid said with a dark face.

"Fart! Has anyone ever heard that fire dragons also molt? ”

"And - you gave the scales to someone else, did he pay?" Owen squinted at Snape, huh! This long-term white prostitute at first glance, give money? Give a fart.

Looking at Owen's troubled eyes, Snape's face didn't change in the slightest, but when he looked at Miss Granger beside him, it was different.

What kind of look is that?

Disgust was mixed with anger and reluctance, and it was believed that Miss Granger's Potions class would not be easy.

No, who made our Professor Snape have such a big heart?

If Miss Granger was from Slytherin, needless to say, he would probably be able to pass on his life's work to her, but alas—there was no if.

Gryffindor threesome.

Clever Muggle witches.

Emerald green eyes.

Fiery red hair.

Each one was tearing open his scars.

(End of chapter)