We can't just stand and sit down and have some tea, and talk as we drink."

Dumbledore fiddled with his wand again, and the next moment a spinning teatray and a plate of cake appeared in the air.

Dumbledore magically caused the teatray to fall on the table, and everyone sat down.

"Hagrid, in the days since that report came out, I've received a lot of letters about you, and I'd like to show you," Dumbledore said, wand slashing in mid-air, and a large heavy package fell to the ground.

"These are all letters from parents of students, probably thousands, who themselves went to school here and are very impressed with you. They said to me very firmly, 'If I expel you, they won't give up, you can take a look.'"

"Not everybody," he said hoarsely, "not everybody wants me to stay."

"Honestly, Hagrid, if you want to wait for the support of the whole world, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in this hut for a long time." Dumbledore said, his gaze staring sternly from behind the half-moon lenses, "Ever since I became the headmaster of this school, at least one owl has sent letters every week criticizing the way I have run the school, what do you think I should do?" Shut yourself in your study and refuse to talk to anyone?"

"Actually, you can abdicate and make way for Xian." Owen whispered in Hermione's ear.

Then he reaped the white eyes of the little witch.

Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in the world, and who could do it better?

"I don't accept your resignation, Hagrid, but you can take a week off, as the mischievous kid said, I want you to come back to class next Monday, come to the auditorium at half-past eight and have breakfast with me, and don't find a reason to shirk it."

At last he got up and walked to the door, stopped and bent down and scratched his ears, then helped it open the deadbolt of the main door, pushed open the oak door, and the next second, Yaya rushed out merrily.

Compared to the hole that Owen blew up, which made it afraid of the bottom of the bed, it was really comfortable to go to the front door.

"But I still want you to talk to Mr. Sanchez about the new house."

"Oh! These days, I've read a very touching book, like someone gave me a Christmas present, and I never knew anyone knew me that way." Dumbledore blinked, a deep gaze behind his half-moon glasses.

Then, after saying these few words, he turned around and left.

When the door closed behind him, Hagrid buried his face in the palm of his hand, the size of a garbage can, and began to weep bitterly.

Hermione patted his arm incessantly, and finally, Hagrid looked up, both eyes red.

"What a great man, Dumbledore, what a man."

As if he had come to an enlightenment, Hagrid began to ramble on and on about his life story, which was originally an eternal secret in his heart.

It is the most difficult thing for him to speak, but now, he can tell it generously.

He even pulled out a picture of his father.

After more than ten minutes of chattering, Hagrid stopped talking about his background, and then, his eyes suddenly fell on Hermione, and then looked at her in a very serious tone and full of anticipation, "You know what I'm thinking, right- Hermione."

"I want to see you win, I really hope. I hope that the so-called half-blood wizards, Muggle-born wizards, will also achieve great things."

He said.

Voices of urgency, mixed with complex, denunciations of the world.

Rebuke – Reprimand the dark clouds of pure-bloods have hung over them for too long, too long.

Rebuke - denounce the hostility brought on them by that strange vision.

Rebuke - reprimand, why is the morning sun only slowly rising now.

Oh! Granger, the sailboat that carries the dreams of 10,000 people, is already crowded with people who are waiting for her to wait on her side.

Eventually, it will sail into the sea and become the only unsinkable sail in the rough seas.

Finally, a week before the race, Hagrid recovered.

With Hermione's help, he began to deliberately find some cute, not much attack, very magical looking animals, as teaching materials, and he even borrowed Phoenix Fawkes from Dumbledore - which caused a sensation among the little wizards!

The phoenix is one of the rarest fantastic creatures, and while everyone knows that Dumbledore had a phoenix, they have never been as intimate as they are today.

"Phoenixes usually build their nests on high mountain tops, and they can be found in Egypt, India, and the Ming Kingdom. It has an extremely long lifespan because the phoenix can regenerate. When its body begins to fail, it pounces into the flames, and a small phoenix flies back out of the ashes."

In Monday's Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid carried Fox on his shoulders and explained it to everyone with a smile.

"The phoenix is a gentle animal that eats only herbs." As he spoke, he pointed to the fresh herbs that had already been prepared in the guide melon field.

At this time, without Hagrid's command, the young wizards were already lined up in unison, their eyes fiery and even hotter than flames.

"The song of the phoenix has magical powers: it is widely believed to strengthen the courage of the pure at heart and release the fear of the dirty at heart. The tears of the phoenix are very healing."

Hagrid enthusiastically continued the lesson.

In class, all the students went up in turn to touch the phoenix, and everyone was very excited.

At the same time, everyone's impression of Hagrid changed dramatically.

Harry, on the other hand, was overjoyed that Hagrid had recovered.

Campus life is back at peace.

The rest of the time was dull.

Until two days before the second race.

Out of the blue, Ron came to him and said, "The Weasleys' reply has finally arrived."

He sent many letters in early November, but most of them had no impression of the name Shani.

The only ones who didn't reply were his grandfather and his aunt.

It's not common for a credit to take so long, but I heard that Ron's grandfather was not in England at this time, and the old man seemed to have gone to the United States.

Transnational letters, you know. Wizards are particularly troublesome to deal with, especially if you have some magical items in your package, and the review takes even longer.

Mr. Septius easley (name derived from Latin for Severn.)

As Mr. Arthur's father and Ron's grandfather, this Mr. Septimus is a well-known figure in the wizarding world.

Not because he had any talent for magic.

Mr. Septimus is the Wizarding World Cup champion and has won the European Championship for many years, and the trophy he has won in Wizarding Chess could fill a classroom.

In the past ten years, he has gradually withdrawn from the professional league, but his status in the rivers and lakes has not diminished at all.

This time, he visited the United States because North America wanted to hold a wizard chess tournament and invited him to be the referee.

Ron's wizarding chess was a Christmas present from his grandfather.

"What the hell did your grandfather give you?"

Ron, Harry, and Justin carried a package, which they placed on the table in the auditorium.

"Why don't you use magic?" Justin wiped his sweat.

He couldn't be happier that Owen had brought him in to do coolies!

"You think we don't want to." Ron also wiped his face with sweat and complained with trembling legs.

He started at the Owl Post Office in Hogsmeade and never stopped talking along the way. Complaining all the time.

Yes, this package is too heavy for the owls to deliver at all, they can only go to the post office to pick it up.

"The spell doesn't work on it, it's a magic item." Speaking, he

The package was unwrapped, revealing the contents of the package.

It was a huge stone monument.

About five or six feet tall and three or four inches thick, the stele had an irregular appearance with uneven corners that gave the impression that it had been knocked down from a larger piece of stone.

It's densely covered with names.

If you look closely, you can see that on the stone tablet, Ron, Twins, Ginny, and their father are all on it.

This is – the Weasley family tree.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> "Just a part." Ron said, "My grandfather sent it to me."

"Then your grandfather's heart is so big!" The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. You must know that for any family with a long history, the genealogy tree is the most important thing, and it will generally only be owned by the current family chief.

Like Ron's grandfather, it was unprecedented, casually sending a family tree to the juniors in the family.

It can only be said that the Weasleys are indeed different from other families.

Ron ignored Owen's words, and he continued, "Our family, as you all know, has a lot of descendants, and there are branches everywhere, so there is no complete family tree at all, so we can only write our own family trees, and if there is time, several branches will get together and compare with each other. This is our family, so the backbone is mine."

As Ron explained, Owen stared at the slate and scrutinized it.

It is true that the genealogical tree on the stone slab is densely packed, but there is one backbone, and that is Mr. Arthur – Septimus – to his great-grandfather.

As for others, such as Mr. Septimus's siblings, their names were recorded in the genealogy, but their children never appeared again.

I think other people should have their own part of the family tree. This cross-reference with the Ron family and the addition of each other will result in a complete Weasley family tree tree.

"Look here!"

Ron pointed to the middle of the stele, and a familiar name came to mind.

Shanie Maeve Weasley

"Alas!" Owen spotted Hua Dian, "So, your family is still a direct descendant of this Shani."

"That's right! Surprised!" Ron said with some pride, though he didn't know it yet, this great-great-great-great What did Grandmother do, but it was clear that it must have been a very great thing.

It was enough to make him proud.

In addition to that, Owen also saw the name Bridged Weasley on the family tree, which - their dean was also Ron's grandmother?

Good guys - a family that has produced two generations of heirs to ancient magic?

You must know that the heirs of ancient magic are purely random, selected from wizards across the globe, and only God knows who the gods choose.

And the Ron family can be chosen by the gods twice in a row

It's not luck anymore.

There is definitely an unknown reason behind this, and Owen would not really believe that it was pure luck.

"Wait?"

It was as if a glimmer of light had suddenly crossed the dark sky.

Owen had a flash of inspiration, and then looked carefully at the stone slab in front of him, from Shane to Bridged Weasley.

There were three other members of the Weasley family in the middle, whom he carefully recognized, looking at their dates of birth and death.

Finally, among the three Weasleys, one more was found, Bran Orngus Weasley.

"The Chosen One? Or is it the only one?"

As for the heir of ancient magic, Owen and Dean Bridged had talked for a long time during this time, and he probably had a shallow understanding of this identity in his heart.

In less than four hundred and fifty years between Merlin's death and his succession, there were four heirs to ancient magic.

Except for Sirius's great-grandfather as headmaster until now

A blank period of more than 100 years.

The four heirs have been active for more than 300 years.

This is not normal, because wizards have a long lifespan, and it is not uncommon for wizards to live to be two hundred years old, and there are four heirs in three hundred years, so the consumption is a bit high.

Dean Bridged explained to him that this was due to the untimely death of Merlin's first two heirs, the second of whom died on his sixteenth birthday.

On the slate in front of him, Bran Orngus Weasley was exactly sixteen years old.

His sister was Dean Bridged's mother.

This. It's a fucking curse!

After Merlin, all the heirs came from one family, no—all from Ron's family, to be exact?

Owen discovers a shocking secret.

But this secret does not necessarily mean an honor for the Weasley family, if a family can be selected once, it may still feel honored, but if the heir is only selected in one family, then what kind of honor is this, isn't this a curse?

"But about me, this Zeng Zeng. Grandmother."

Just as Owen was thinking, Ron on the side suddenly stood up, and his expression looked a little tangled.

He then pulled out two letters from his pocket, both of which had been opened.

Judging by the names left on the parchment, it came from two people, one was Mr. Septimus, who enclosed the letter with a detailed diagram of the wizard's chess moves, and the other was Ron's aunt, Miss Muriel.

Owen took both letters, held them in his hand, and skimmed through them roughly.

The two Weasley elders had very different evaluations of Shane Weasley, and in his letter, Mr. Septimus praised her as the hero who ended the war, the eternal pride of the Weasley family, and warned Ron that he should be proud to be her descendant.

But Ms. Muriel scolded Ron first, and then wrote at the end of the letter that she was a madwoman, a daydreamer, a sinner who abandoned her family, abandoned her children, and had no conscience. She admonishes Ron to forget the name and never mention it, as she represents a disgraceful history of Weasley.

"Are they sure they're talking about the same person?" Harry poked his head and took a quick look at the letters.

"One says she's a hero, one says she's a sinner, and says she's an abandon."

"I don't know!" Ron didn't care about this, it was all hundreds of years ago, who cared about the truth, if it wasn't for the legendary Weasley family treasures, he wouldn't have bothered to know these old stories.

He held the game and continued, "Whatever their polarizing evaluations, at least I know how to solve the kitchen game, and we can sneak over at night, just today."

Owen glanced at Harry and said to him, "It's nothing, it may seem polarizing, but it's actually very easy to say, like, if she's the hero who ended the war, then she certainly doesn't have time to maintain her relationship with her loved ones and take care of her own children, like your mother Harry."

"My mother?" Harry wondered.

"In the wizarding world, your mother is a hero against Voldemort." Owen said flatly, "But for your aunt, she is a sinner who abandoned her family and children, and finally threw away her own life, which caused your grandmother and grandfather to die too much and die early.

You see, there are always two sides to things, and no one can be perfect."

"From a different perspective, everyone will see a completely different answer." He returned the letter to Ron. Then, with a wave of his hand, the slate on the table automatically levitated and was absorbed into a small cloth bag he had carried.

？？？

Seeing this, Ron immediately erupted.

"Damn Sanchez! You can use magic items, so you have to let us carry them, right?" He yelled and cursed, and then opened his arms to give Owen a little Gryffindor shock

Shake.

"Save you?" Owen gave him a disgusted look, "Look at what you're like now, buddy gave you an arm."

"I've told you to be temperate and temperate, you really don't listen to persuasion, right?"

Ron's face flushed, "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary with Koyatl, except for the prom - we didn't even hold hands."

"Open your eyes and tell nonsense! Are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?" Owen looked at Ron from top to bottom with scrutinizing eyes, "Look at you! I've lost at least 10 pounds recently! Your cheeks are almost sunken, and you're pretending to be a big-headed innocent boy here!"

「？？？」

Suddenly, Owen seemed to remember something, and then pounced.

Directly pressed Ron under him.

As he struggled and screamed as if he had killed a pig, Owen quickly ripped off Ron's clothes, from his wrists to his shoulders, then to his chest, and then to his back.

Finally, after he grabbed Ron's arms with one hand and sliced through his robe behind his back with a wave of his wand with the other.

Behind the waist and abdomen, a clearly visible scar was exposed to the air, the wound that looked like someone had dug out the waist, and there was still a faint red thing like blood flowing on it.

"! When!"

Owen squinted, his face full of murder.

Cao Nima's goblin has already sneaked into the vicinity of Hogwarts!

Death was just the beginning of another, much greater adventure – Dumbledore.

Now, wizards... Raise your wand into the air for the greatest Headmaster: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore,...... Silence

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