After a while, he ran back with a beautiful girl.

The little witch hung her head and looked nervously at the elegant woman in the center of the room.

Of course, she knew that Wenda was Owen's grandmother.

It's because I know that I'm so nervous at the moment.

But it was clear that Hermione's worries were too much, because Wenda wasn't interested in her at all, or rather, she wasn't interested in anything, and she wouldn't be here if it weren't for Grindelwald's orders.

"Oh, hello, Miss Granger, hello." Compared with Wenda's indifference, Owen's aunt was very enthusiastic.

She was the first to stand up and stretched out her hand, her wrinkled hand wrapped around Hermione's two hands, her expression extremely excited.

"Hello." Hermione frowned slightly, and the old woman's hand was holding her a little heavily, but she still couldn't help withdrawing it.

"It's a pleasure to meet Miss Granger, I hear your name a lot in France." Behind his aunt, the middle-aged man was also very excited, the little wizards were at Hogwarts and didn't know what was going on outside, although everyone had some speculation about Miss Granger's prestige, but in fact, no one could say clearly.

Now that the French gentleman has spoken, we can finally know that she has at least made it all the way to Paris.

Even, as if it were an illusion, Owen always felt that his aunt was acting a little too excited.

It was undeniable that Hermione was very good, but she shouldn't have been so moved, and both of his aunt's eyes were about to glow green.

It's scary to watch.

The eyeball, in particular, kept looking back and forth over Hermione and Owen, and finally rested on Miss Granger's lower abdomen.

His face immediately rippled.

The implication is very obvious.

In a trance, Owen suddenly realized that the so-called identity of Godric Gryffindor's heir may not be as simple as he thought, and in the eyes of these pure-blood families, this status is far more precious than anything else.

Voldemort was able to amass a legion of followers as a Slytherin descendant and form a precursor to the Death Eaters.

This seems to give a glimpse of the influence of a wizard with such a bloodline on a pure-blood family.

"Hmph." Owen snorted, he seemed to have made a good move.

His mind couldn't help but come alive.

Five seconds ago, he was completely indifferent to the Rozier family, and to Owen, Rozier might not be as important as the weeds on the side of the road, or at least the weeds can also cultivate sentiments.

He also had no interest in controlling such a large family, in fact he didn't even bother to manage Hufflepuff, and most of the time Cedric was in charge. Unless the professor arranged for him to do it.

But now—maybe he can try to take control of a family? Could this be used as an intimation when Miss Granger cleans up the pure-blood family?

Anyway, he suddenly had the idea that maybe he would try, this is a good path.

In the room, his aunt was talking to Miss Granger, and she and the two Roziers behind her were shushing her in a strange accent of English.

Affectionately, his aunt had taken a strange object out of her bosom and stuffed it into Hermione, it was a tiara, presumably the veil of the wedding dress.

"This was used by Owen when his mother got married." That's what she said.

It may not be very precious, but it has an important symbolic meaning.

This scene all fell into Owen's eyes.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, with an undetectable smile.

That smile encapsulated a lot of things. In the eyes of ordinary people, the scene in front of them seems to be the old man giving blessings to the younger generation, but if you think about it from another perspective, it is also like a rotten pure-blooded offering loyalty to the new class.

All the causes and circumstances will bring several people together with different purposes.

It seems that each takes what he needs, but in fact, from the moment they step here, Rozier's fate is not in their hands, and when you try to pin your hopes on someone else, all the vanity becomes a dream, and the fragile blow is shattered.

"Grandma~~~" Owen's expression suddenly changed violently, like a trumpet flower suddenly opening its petals. Then, with a sweet voice, he went straight to Wenda's side.

"Don't you mean something?" He blinked, and his sparkling eyes used the moe skill.

Although the relationship between him and his grandmother can be described as bad, after all, they still fell in love and killed each other last semester.

But it doesn't matter, he's thick-skinned. He doesn't care. As long as he is not embarrassed, what does it have to do with him whether others are embarrassed or not.

"Huh?"

Wenda held the cup of coffee, and ripples rippled on the surface of the calm tea.

Her hands trembled slightly.

Seriously. Suddenly, a child with a face similar to his own stared at with this expression, and it felt very strange.

It felt like a young self squeezing an eyebrow.

However, after all, she had seen strong winds and waves, and Wenda only shook her mind a little, and she woke up in an instant.

"What do you want?" She spoke calmly, her eyes looking at Owen with her hands in her armchair, revealing a strange look.

"Title deeds, gold gallons, experimental data, alchemy creations, secret news from the past, anything, I'm not a picky eater!"

"Hehe-" She was still leaning on her body, her left hand on the armrest, the silk dress, like a wave of water on her body, Wenda raised her head and looked at Owen condescendingly, "Anything?" ”

"Uh-huh—anything."

"So, shall I send you to your mother?" She shook the teacup, the ripples of the water undulating, foreshadowing her heart.

"Uh-" Owen showed a disgusted expression, "There is no need for this, we will meet in the future, and it will not be so soon." ”

"It's always good to hurry." Grandma used a sincere tone, her red lips opened slightly, and continued, "Can help me solve a lot of problems, but I still have worries." ”

"You say this as if you were in very little trouble." Owen also pulled out a new smile and said, "Besides, are you sure you have what it takes to send me to hell?" ”

"You can try."

"Then I will definitely take you with me, and then we will be reunited as a family and have a good time."

"Huh-"

"Huh-"

Both smiled sarcastically.

Wenda just wanted to give the little monster in front of her a killing curse.

And Owen? He was eager to see what had happened in the last few decades that had made her hate him so much.

"Oh, yes." Owen changed his face again, and he couldn't see that the two were still fighting each other just now, "So what are they here for?" ”

He pointed to the Rozier triad, who were still tangling with Miss Granger.

"Swan has chosen you to be the new head of the Rozier family, and they're going to take a look." Wenda responded coldly.

"See?" Owen said suspiciously, "Dude, is it a baboon?" What to watch? And it's been a year since then. ”

"This is Swan's will, and no Rozier will be allowed to come to Hogwarts to disturb you before you are an adult." She continued, "It was part of her plan, in order not to make Dumbledore suspicious. ”

"And they—" Owen gestured to the three in front of him.

"They're here for something else.

"Something else?"

Wenda was silent, she didn't want to have too much contact with Owen, even if there was a blood relationship between them.

Seeing this, Owen could probably guess some of them.

Although he didn't know the real relationship between his grandmother and the Rozier family, he couldn't have thought it could have been friendly on his toes. And the only person who allowed her to lower her head and contact the group of people she didn't want to contact was his grandfather.

And his grandfather left Hogwarts yesterday, probably this morning.

As for where it went - this is also easy to guess, with Koyatl here, the most likely is to go to North America.

Is the Rozier family still distributed in North America?

Owen didn't know. But what he does know is that since the Salem witch trial, the native magical population of North America has begun to change subtly.

The so-called Salem Witch Trial, according to the American historian of magic Theophilus Abbott's book A History of North American Magic, refers to a series of trials of people accused of witchcraft that took place between 1692 and 1693 in the Massachusetts colony of No-Maj. (Based on real events)

A total of 20 people, most of them women, were executed.

Theophilus Abbott argues that many of the so-called Puritan inquisitors were descendants of the Puritans, who deliberately tricked the Majks into arresting and then trying innocent women and burning them at the stake for their amusement and revenge for their grievances in the Americas.

In this incident, only one of the 20 poor people who were named witches was a real witch, and the others were ordinary No-Maj, which does not seem to be serious, after all, it was North America in the 1690s, and it was not normal to die.

The problem is in the media.

European newspapers, led by the Prophet's Forecast, reported on the trial in a sitting-and-joke mentality, portraying North America as a reckless wasteland, an abyss of evil that eats people and does not spit out bones.

As a direct result of this, pure-blood families rarely travel to the Americas, as they always get news of the Puritans and Purifiers from the newspapers of the wizarding world. How could the old man go to such a dangerous place to develop his power, isn't it all about letting the mud legs take effect first.

This situation means that the proportion of male and female wizards born in the new world is much higher than in other places. Although these wizards still generally choose to marry their own kind and form their own pure magic families, the pure-bloods that have long been practiced in the history of European magic have become nothing of a null in the Americas.

So Owen didn't think the Rozier family would have any influence in North America.

It's better to look for Harry Potter than for them.

The Porter family had some influence in North America.

The thoughtful Wenda seemed to see the subtle change in the expression on Owen's face, and she guessed that Owen should know something.

But she didn't care, if she could, she would deliberately spread some news to lure this curious little monster to go, and then use the hands of others to kill people with a knife.

"Alright, the prom is almost over." Wenda suddenly spoke, and her cousin said, "Dumbledore will be waiting for you in the Headmaster's office. ”

"Let him wait a little longer!" My aunt said domineeringly.

Facing Hermione, her eyes were full of joy, and she didn't know if she liked Hermione a little more, or her reputation a little more, or her bloodline?

In short, her gaze made Miss Granger very restrained.

However, although my aunt said so, her body was still very honest, and she didn't dare to really let Dumbledore wait long.

At the end of her words to Hermione, "Summer vacation, there is a chance to come to Paris to play." After that.

He turned to Owen, "What about the family tree!" ”

Her attitude took a sharp turn of one hundred and eighty degrees, and the joy on her face instantly vanished, "As Gabriel's child, you are not good enough, your mother is at your age"

"Ah~ yes, yes, yes!" Owen said in a strange voice as he pulled out a parchment-like family tree from his pocket, which had been in his arms for more than a year. As for his aunt's words, he went in one ear and gave the other ear to his grandmother.

Looking at Owen's attitude, the aunt was a little displeased, "You should learn more from Miss Granger, and don't let Rozier's name be disgraced!" ”

"Yes, yes, I will make Rozier great again." Owen played the organ, "No one knows how to rise better than I do." ”

Looking at the cynicism of the child in front of her, the aunt had lost interest in talking to him. This is a dark boy who is still in his rebellious period at the age of fourteen or fifteen, a madman who has been spoiled by Grindelwald and influenced by the Killing Curse, and who talks to him about Rozier's past glory is like playing the harp.

With that in mind, the aunt looked at Miss Granger again.

Perhaps their children will be able to inherit their mother's talents.

She's already pinning her hopes on the next generation.

Then she gave Miss Granger a few words of encouragement, and then left the office with Wenda.

"Actually, the pure-blood family isn't all like Malfoy, are they?" At this time, Hermione, who was holding a veil in her hand, turned to Owen with a red face - is this considered to be meeting the parents?

"Yes, but Rozier isn't, it's only because they're dealing with you, Miss Granger." Owen walked over, he took a thick robe from his pocket and draped it over her, the office was not as hot as the auditorium, perhaps the fire was lit too hastily, perhaps it was the effect of his spell.

In short, she just doesn't want to catch a cold.

Then he took the veil from Hermione's hand, and there was no room for anything in the girl's dress.

"Don't have any strange illusions, the Rozier family in England was the first pure-blood wizards to follow Voldemort." He took the girl's hand, "Go out for a walk?" ”

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded.

The two left the office, walked down the hallway, skirted the auditorium, and slipped out the door through the large clock exit under the observatory tower.

"Don't have any good intentions about this family because of me, you know?" He bowed his head and talked to Hermione, "Treat the enemy like the cold winds of winter. The Rozier family is thriving in the Federation, and it will definitely be a stumbling block for you in the future, and the pure-blood forces they represent will not easily bow to you, if, I mean if, if needed, I don't mind destroying it. ”

"But—"

The front door was open, and as they descended the steps, the fairy light in the rose garden shimmered.

Hermione said worriedly, "They're your relatives—"

"A person with magical talent is a relative, and a mongrel without talent, a descendant of a damned Muggle, a sinner who defiles his bloodline." Owen said flatly, "If it weren't for you today, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to me." Although her words are already quite offensive. ”

"You're so much better than I am." Hermione stared at Owen Dao.

The rose garden in front of the castle is full of low bushes, richly decorated winding paths and huge stone statues.

Statues and trees are adorned with festive Christmas decorations, and the stars are shining with golden magic.

Hermione could even hear the splashing of water, a fountain where one could see someone sitting on a carved bench.

"If the principal allows you to compete." She looked at the boy next to her, and suddenly felt indignant for him - Owen's strength was obvious to all at Hogwarts, even stronger than most young wizards imagined, but she was the one who was in the limelight every time, which caused people outside to not know that there was a more powerful little wizard in the castle.

Well?

Wait a minute.

Suddenly, Miss Granger spotted Huadian.

It seems that every time he is in the limelight, Owen is there.

Could it be - he planned it all by himself!

"Owen—" she called, and she was answered by a tighter touch in her hand.

"Don't think about it, Miss Granger." Owen stared at her face, smiling shallowly.

They walked through the flowers, and the little fairies around them danced among the flowers, stirring their wings and dropping stars.

Beneath their feet is a winding path through which they weave among the rose bushes.

Lo and behold, this must have been Dumbledore's handiwork, because Beauxbatons' immediacy is too strong here. He borrowed from the garden dress in front of Beauxbatons Courtyard.

The two of them didn't walk fast, and they enjoyed this rare time alone.

The further forward they went, the dimmer the light became, and the two could see the sound of many flowers, and in the dimness they could see people kissing.

The bolder ones have already run to the edge of the Forbidden Forest or the great shadow of the castle.

As for what to do?

This is why wizards get married and have children as soon as they graduate. Maybe it's - Bengbu lived?

Miss Granger was a little embarrassed, but she was affected by her surroundings and had a little impulse and temptation in her heart.

Owen, on the other hand, made no secret of the direction he was heading, which was the dark corner of no one.

In an instant, Hermione understood his intentions, a little scared and a little expectant, and let him drag herself forward.

She felt her face flush violently, but luckily it was dark enough, and there was no light in the overcast sky, only a slight glimmer of light from the castle, not to mention that someone suddenly came over at this moment, even if it was Owen against her cheek - he - he did.

Well, then he's sure to find himself with unnatural cheeks.

Miss Granger's cheeks turned even redder at the thought of it.

Couldn't help it, like a physical instinct, maybe the cold wind around her blew in through the cracks in her clothes, Hermione responded to him, her whole body moving closer to Owen.

It's as natural and smooth as a companion looking for an umbrella on a rainy day.

It's been a long time.

By the time she came back to her senses. They were some distance away from the castle by this time.

The light here is only a layer of silver frost.

"Owen." Suddenly, the little witch seemed to have discovered something.

She gestured to the shade of a tree in the distance.

Silver Frost left a white reflection on the snow, and a row of fine, chicken-like footprints exposed to her vision.

Hearing this, Owen looked towards where her eyes met.

Through the thick shadows, he vaguely saw that under the shade of a certain tree, there seemed to be two people, one large and one small.

Immediately, they approached.

"You have to hurry. We're running out of time. The dwarf black-robed whispered, a voice as sharp as if it were grinding glass with stones.

"No one in the castle has figured out that place yet."

"Someone must have found it!" The sharp voice carried a hint of rebuke, "A new heir has appeared, the 'materials' we have saved are invalidating, move faster, I warn you, there is not much time left until the next 'blood sacrifice', I can't guarantee that there will be a place for you this time." ”

"I'm working on it!" The tall figure, the voice was very hoarse, it was probably not his original voice, but it was disguised by magic.

Hearing this, the dwarf black shadow seemed to be even more angry, "Then try harder!" ”

"Huh~" The atmosphere around the two became very stiff, and at first glance it was the kind of relationship between superiors and subordinates, but the short one didn't care about this, he still said indifferently: "Another thing, how are you preparing?" ”

"It's almost handed."

"Very well - catch him, take him out of the castle, remember, he is more important than that place, prioritize."

"I see."

"Okay, you can go back and don't be suspicious."

The sound in the shade of the trees suddenly stopped, and hiding behind the low bushes, Owen pulled Hermione to look up.

He had drawn his wand.

Sure enough, there was no year at Hogwarts that could make people live in peace.

There is not a little trash fish coming out.

And just as Owen was about to step forward and kill those two guys like a leaf, Hermione on the side grabbed him, "Wait! She said.

Hermione knew that the short black robe must be a goblin.

As for the tall one, could it be the mole in the castle?

"We need to find out what they are trying to do with it."

"Wait until I catch them, and then take the mind of the gods, the same." Owen turned his head again, and the diminutive figure was gone.

I don't know where I went, maybe the apparition was gone.

As for the tall man, he did not go back to the castle, but walked towards the woods, another shadow.

"Well—it seems to be." Hermione thought for a moment, it seemed that this was also a good way to deal with enemies, especially those who might have malicious intentions towards her.

After a few years of Owen's edification, she is no longer so pedantic.

"Wait!" Just as Owen got up, ready to catch the jumping clown.

A voice, another interrupted him.

"What are you two doing?" The voice with its thick muffled and mocking voice was recognizable.

The two hurriedly turned around.

Sure enough, it was that person.

Snape.

"We—we're walking, Professor!" Hermione was the first to speak, she didn't dare let Owen speak first, otherwise he would have taunted Snape a few times, and then the two would argue, "There was too much dinner to eat." ”

"Huh—a walk?" Snape sneered, and he strode past them, long black robes fluttering behind him.

The eagle-like nose was pinched into the forest in the distance, as if looking at something.

It's just that at this time, there is something in the white woods.

"Hmph—don't let me find out you're plotting." Snape stared at the two of them, his eyes full of resentment, and seemed very unhappy that he had not caught the handles of them.

"Twenty points for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff." He said loudly, then brushed past the two of them, turned around and disappeared into the vast sea of flowers.

"Uh." Slowed down like this, the tall black shadow didn't know where to go.

"Forget it." Hermione saw Owen's displeased face, smiled and comforted, "They will definitely make some moves, and they will definitely show their feet when the time comes." ”

"Okay!" Owen said quietly.

Now there was no one around, but the two of them were not interested.

Both the two men in black and Snape were ruining the atmosphere.

Owen and Hermione returned to the Great Hall, Ron didn't know where to go, and Koatl sat alone in the corner. From time to time, the little wizard invited her to dance, but she coldly refused.

Ginny and Gabrielle sat with a large group of Beauxbatons girls, Neville and Hannah danced together, and Harry and Justin sat at a table away from the dance floor.

"Did you see Ron?" Harry asked, looking at Owen and Hermione, who had just returned.

"Huh? He didn't go to the grove? Owen glanced at Koatle over there. She's been in the auditorium all the time? ”

"All the time." Harry said, "Soon after you went out, he snuck out. ”

"Heh—I'm not afraid of being beaten up when I go out alone."

For the rest of the ball, they sat in the corner talking about the underground secret room, not having the heart to dance. He had a hunch that the mysterious man he had just met should have come for the so-called treasure.

One after another, many young wizards came and invited them to dance.

The main thing is that Krum has come over several times, and it seems that he is not the only one who has really discovered Miss Granger's good qualities.

But they were all rejected by Hermione.

Harry looked at Cho Chang from time to time, but when he saw her with Cedric, he felt the urge to smash things.

Owen persuaded him to invite Autumn, but Harry hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head and did nothing.

Then Hermione began to encourage him to invite Ginny to dance.

Ginny, who was chatting with Gabrielle, seemed to hear someone calling her name.

She silently looked back, just in time to see Harry looking at herself.

And then—Owen pulled Harry's chair and kicked him over.

He had no choice but to walk over awkwardly and invite Ginny to dance.

The two writhed awkwardly on the dance floor, finally waiting for the marquee - no regrets.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the Strange Sisters stopped playing, and they were applauded one last time. Everyone in the auditorium went back to their own homes.

Harry's Butterbeer was too much to drink, his face was red, his legs were shaking—one of them was drunk in the middle of the night.

Owen was seriously suspicious, and he drank the altogether beer he had prepared for Miss Granger.

Ron didn't know where he had gone.

In the end, Neville and Seamus carried Harry back to the dormitory, and Miss Granger was a little uneasy—she was afraid that the drunken Harry would do something embarrassing,and—Owen, you guy, had snuck in from outside.

With a slight flush in her cheeks, she glared at Owen fiercely before following Neville and the others back to the Gryffindor common room.

Justin, Hannah they also went back, and after a night of playing, they were also tired.

Owen was one of the last young wizards to leave the Great Hall.

As the president of the Hogwarts Student Council, he is responsible for retrieving the young wizards who have been hiding in the surrounding woods to prevent them from overmaking out and falling asleep in the snow before freezing to death.

Especially those in the seventh grade, when they are adults, they can drink high number drinks at will, and if they do anything when they get drunk, only God knows, after all, they are wizards, and they can do anything with a wand.

Owen's job finally came to an end after he braved the wind and snow to catch a fourth disheveled couple from the garden outside the castle.

"No matter what, next year Dumbledore must be re-established as the president of the Girls' Student Council!" Owen walked across the snow and complained gloomily, "I can't do all the work!" ”

Outside, the wind and snow began to fall again, this time it was very strange, and it lasted intermittently for twenty days, except for a few cloudy and sunny days, and most of the time it poured down like goose feathers like it is now.

It's rare to have such a winter when the snow is so heavy.

Although the Scottish Highlands have just formed a rainy slope due to their proximity to the sea and the high mountains, it is rare to see such an exaggeration this year.

I heard that the government in the Muggle world was in an emergency disaster relief situation, and the Ministry of Magic seemed to be providing a little help. Anyway, it's been a hard winter.

"Owen—" Just as Owen stepped into the main building below the observatory, a red-haired wizard emerged from the shadows of the building.

"Huh?" He turned, waving his wand.

The magic drove the door bolt, and countless complex mechanisms fell, like delicate tenons, and slowly closed the door with a twist.

Then he turned his head to look at Percy.

"You don't look good!"

His face turned pale, perhaps because of the snow.

But even then, it's a bit exaggerated, like a patient who has lost too much blood.

Coupled with deep sunken eye sockets and bloodless lips, Percy looked terminally ill, and the only thing you could think of at first glance was when he fell.

"It's not bad!" Percy stepped out of the shadows, "It's terrible! ”

The two walked side by side through the hallway below the tower, walking together in the direction of the auditorium.

"I was attacked."

Book friends-um, what you said is right--add more chapters, and the rest will be made up tomorrow┭┮_┭┮

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