Oh my God!"

At this point, Harry and Justin on the side both noticed the scar on Ron's back, and they screamed. I got up and leaned over.

"Ron, you-" The wound seemed to be bleeding, and Harry was dumbfounded, "Don't you feel pain?"

"Pain?" Ron lay on the ground, his chin against the floor tiles, and reluctantly turned his head, revealing a puzzled expression, "What does it hurt?"

"He scratched my hand."

The red-haired boy glanced at Owen with a resentful look.

"It's not this—" Harry couldn't help but reach out and poke the wound on Ron's waist, "Don't you feel pain here?"

"I don't think so. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? It's like you've got a piece of meat cut off here!" Justin glared at him and roared in a low voice.

"How can you not be in pain? There's still blood!" Harry added.

"That's not blood." With that, Owen let go of Ron, and he slowly got up and sat back on the bench, "It's magic, it's a very erosive black magic."

"Dark magic?" Harry's eyes widened at the sound, and a cloud of anger burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. That's his best friend, the most important person to him. Someone in the castle dared to attack Ron, and he used black magic!

The next second, Harry questioned Ron almost in a roaring voice. "Someone would dare to attack Ron!?"

For a moment, he thought of some Slytherin wizard.

Or was it that some wizard from another school was jealous that Ron and Koyatl were together and made a sneak attack?

Many of the young wizards in the Great Hall were drawn to Harry's roar.

Everyone looked at his round eyes with a little fear.

However, in Owen's ears, the thick base of this voice, friendship, is the most moving.

"It's not nonsense, he wasn't attacked, did he still do it himself?" Owen whispered, then looked around, and for a moment, all those doubtful eyes turned elsewhere, "The question is where the murderer is, and—"

And - the woman.

Owen picked up the warm porridge in front of him and took a sip.

Before, he thought that Ron was hollowed out due to his excessive waist. Now it seems - that Koyatl is very problematic.

Could it be that she is in collusion with the goblins?

It shouldn't be! How long has she been in the UK, and how can she have time to hook up with goblins?

And - she doesn't seem to be someone who would collude with elves, as we all know, the more old-blooded families look down on these humanoid intelligent beings, and even half-bloods like Umbridge don't look down on creatures like centaurs. And Koyatl, she has the blood of the founder of Ilvermorny in her body, except for a few older families, no one can compete with her in blood, how can such a person be mixed with the 'greedy, *** goblins?

And what benefits can goblins give?

It's nothing more than some Mithril swords, magic armor and the like, which are difficult for even ordinary wizards to impress, let alone the flower of the noble court like Koyatel.

"What's wrong?" Ron, who was lying on the ground, got up.

Harry quickly helped him mend his clothes.

"He's—" Justin looked at Ron in confusion, although the wound wasn't really exaggerated, but he wasn't aware of the injury?

"He must have been put under the Oblivion Curse." Owen explained, "Looks like I'm really going to talk to Koattel."

Owen smiled cruelly, this woman had a problem anyway, and he hadn't been directly searching for her memories because of Dumbledore's warning, but now- he didn't bother to play hide and seek with her anymore.

"So what the hell is going on?" Seeing that Owen's face was getting heavier and heavier, Harry and the others frowned

Ron realized that they weren't kidding him, that something big was really going to happen.

"Wait—what are you going to talk to Koyatl?" Ron hurriedly sat down on the bench. Look at him seriously.

Owen responded to his gaze with a bland, and then spoke about the recent disaster facing the Weasleys.

Including Percy, as well as Charlie, the fact that Bill was attacked.

And as he peeled back the recent events and the shadows hovering near the castle little by little, the little wizards present couldn't help but show shocked expressions.

"What?" Ron's eyes widened, bulging eyeballs as if they were about to fall out.

He looked at Owen in disbelief, he wouldn't have believed Owen if it weren't for the fact that there was a thumb-sized depression in his waist.

"Percy really." Ron suddenly became worried, "I thought he didn't want to have too much contact with his family when he became an official, because he was afraid that we would embarrass him."

"There may be a reason for that, too." Owen pursed his lips, speechless at this nervous fellow, which I am afraid cannot be covered up by the Oblivion Curse.

This guy has been thinking about something lately.

Rarely, Ron didn't confront Owen with his mouth, but asked urgently, "What do we do now?"

"First—" Owen said solemnly, "you'll have to check on George and Fred first, oh! And whether Ginny was attacked."

Then, he turned to look at Harry again, "Go find Sirius, he should be in Moody's office at this time, and ask him if he's been discovering anything lately."

"As for me, I'm going to talk to Dumbledore!"

With that, Owen got up and ran outside the auditorium, and when he was close to the door, he suddenly remembered something, and turned back again, "There must be something wrong with that Koyatl, first stabilize her, don't reveal that you already know these things."

He said to Ron.

Then, he rushed out of the auditorium again.

"Damn it, it's still snowing. Is it endless?"

Hurtling down the hallway, Owen bumped into a group of third-year wizards, wearing sky-blue bow ties and holding mechanical models of planetary orbits, apparently on their way to astronomy class.

Outside the window, it was still snowing, this time granular snowflakes like small sand were sprinkled from the sky, although it was not big, but looking at the faces of this group of little wizards, it was still full of complaints.

After two months of continuous clouds, astronomy class finally changed from observing the stars to memorizing papers.

Every day they had to remember not who had discovered the star, and its size, distance, size, or calculating its orbit, a lesson comparable to Muggle mathematics, which made many young wizards miserable, and they would rather stay at the observatory at twelve o'clock in the cold morning to observe the stars than the boring quill of moving a quill.

At least it's a little more fun.

"Yes! It's been a strange year, and it's been a long winter."

Owen, who had been running all the way, also had doubts in his heart.

yes – this winter has been a bit strange indeed, never before has there been snow so big and so persistent in the Scottish heights.

This haunt didn't linger in his heart for long, and soon Owen ascended the stairs leading to the headmaster's office, and he forgot about this winter.

Push open the door to the principal's office.

It's still those familiar eyes.

The eyes of the principals, projected from the ceiling, focused on Owen.

"There's a little wizard who has been attacked." Owen was blunt.

Under the ceiling, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk admiring someone's writing, a letter made of parchment that he must have flipped through countless times from the slightly raised corners.

"What's going on?" The old headmaster put down the letter, his long silver-white hair and beard, the wise blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses, and the hooked nose all stopped to look at him

He.

"It's Ron, Percy must have told you what happened to him during this time!" Owen walked over and sat down on the edge of the table with countless shiny magic items, "This time it's Ron, he was attacked near Hogwarts, presumably at least a week ago, because he didn't leave the castle this week."

"Of course—if someone breaks into the castle, that's hard to say."

He grabbed a cup of new milk tea on the table, Phoenix Four Seasons, took a sip, and then exhaled a flame as if spitting out bubbles, and that flame was exactly what Phoenix Fox looked like.

"Elves?" The old headmaster frowned slightly.

"I think so." Owen said, then he looked at Dumbledore again, "Aren't you supernatural? Isn't there a hidden thread hidden in the goblins?"

"I think—no." Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.

"That's a shame." Owen said with some disappointment, and then jumped off the table.

The old headmaster suddenly raised his head and looked at Owen, "Tell me your speculation, I think you must have an idea."

"There are some." Owen didn't choose to hide it, "I just looked at the family tree of the Ron family, three of the four heirs after Merlin are Ron's elders, this is obviously abnormal, if the goblins attacked Ron for any purpose, it could only be to find the real heir."

"Otherwise, why don't you come early or late, but it comes out at this time."

Owen walked to Dumbledore's desk with a complicated expression, and picked up the letter opener used to cut open the letters from the corner of his pile of letters.

You know, from the time he was recognized by Caron, to the opening of the cave and the first witness of ancient magic, to the underground vaults of Hogwarts, it only happened in one year.

And if he only opened the underground vault of Hogwarts, it has only been a few months now, which is highly consistent with the time when the elves began to appear near the castle.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> it's clear that the guys are coming for him, but they don't know that the heir has changed families.

As he spoke, Owen held the letter opener in his right hand, pressed it against the palm of his left hand, and with a slight slide, bright red immediately poured out.

The dark red blood was like a swollen gem. The dark flush was like a rare treasure, and then he took out a glass bottle that he had carried with him and dripped blood into it.

Therefore, the members of the Weasley family have all been cut open wounds, which shows that the flesh and blood of the true heir must be different from ordinary people.

Owen picked up the glass and looked at it for a long time, and Dumbledore was also looking at it.

But with the naked eye, he really couldn't see any difference in this blood.

Therefore, Owen gave the bottle to the principal and asked him to study and study, can the heir still be Tang Seng meat and eat a piece of immortality?

Whoa—Owen had a chill, I don't know if it was cold or shocked.

Owen was disappointed that he hadn't been able to get some information from Dumbledore.

I always felt that since he started to deal with some things in the castle, the old Deng head had been swinging and lying flat. I don't care about anything, I don't have to worry about anything. I don't know what I'm busy with all day, I just don't do my job!

Isn't he a little too comfortable?

Owen always felt that it was time to give old Deng a little more life.

In the afternoon, in Charms class, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were working together.

The mantra they were going to practice today was the opposite of the summoning spell – the expulsion spell. Because things flying around the classroom can easily cause accidents, Professor Flitwick gave each student a large number of cushions for practice, so that even if they deviate, they would not hurt anyone. It was a good idea, but it didn't work out well.

Neville was so imprecise when he chanted the spell that he would accidentally throw something heavy all over the house, like Professor Flitwick.

Our Gryffindor Juggernaut has made the 'Professor' fly

Honor and achievement, think of this unprecedented feat, no one will be able to easily surpass it many years later.

This class was the ideal umbrella for secret communication, because the young wizards were having a good time, and the classroom was full of laughter, and they didn't care about Owen and the others, who were sitting in the back row of the classroom, secretly talking.

Several times in the past half-hour, Owen has broken down what happened in the auditorium to Hermione.

"So, George, are there something wrong with them?" Then, Owen said in a low voice.

"Nope." Ron also whispered, "I should be the first in the castle."

"Where's Ginny? I haven't seen her in days." Hermione then asked.

"She went with Fred to renovate the room, you know, she had a lot of opinions about George and Fred's renovation plans." Ron replied in a whisper.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick was flying over their heads with a helpless face. Landed on a large cabinet against the wall.

"As long as we stay at the castle, nothing will happen." Ron affirmed that he had apparently relaxed after learning that neither of his two older brothers and sister had an accident.

Besides, he didn't think that the so-called elves had the ability to attack Hogwarts, and if they did, they would have done so hundreds of years ago.

"Okay, we can forget about the attack for a while." Ron suddenly grinned, a smile on his pale face, and even in the freezing season, a lot of fine sweat still oozed from his forehead.

Sweat wet the red hair on his forehead, tangling it together.

Looking at Ron like this, Harry suddenly felt very sad.

He had no relatives—the only one he cared about was Sirius, and as for the Dursleys, they wished they were dead.

Harry couldn't imagine that if Sirius were attacked one day, or—something worse had happened, he would have done better than Ron.

He would have been more panicked and angry than Ron, and would have ended up doing something he would regret for the rest of his life because of his recklessness.

"By the way, Hermione, have you unlocked the secret of the lockbox?"

As he spoke, Ron waved his wand, and he recited an expulsion charm, which was wrapped around the cushion and spun in the air, falling very lightly into the box that should have fallen in.

"Unraveled!" Hermione said confidently and distressedly.

"It took me a long time to understand – 'Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future, look for it!'" Right in the most inconspicuous place, but all the locations of the castle. Where?" She said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"—Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future, which must mean that the Chamber of Secrets that Salazar Slytherin left at Hogwarts in his later years is said to be opened only by the true heir of Slytherin, and then the monsters inside will kill any student whose heir deems unworthy of studying magic—like me."

"Merlin's beard—if you don't deserve it, ninety-nine percent of the students in the castle should be expelled." Ron said in surprise.

Beside him, Harry nodded frequently.

"It's just a legend, since the Chamber of Secrets can be used as a playing field, then whatever is inside should have been cleaned up." Hermione said with a straight face, but the raised eyebrows seemed to confirm that she was in a good mood at this time.

Then, after a pause, she continued, "The puzzle that follows—it's in the most inconspicuous of places, but it's all over the castle."

As she spoke, her cheeks suddenly became unnatural, as if she was ashamed to say the next words, "It was Myrtle who reminded me, the most inconspicuous place, but all over the place, is the sewer pipe of the castle."

"Huh?" Ron and Harry were dumbfounded, but they turned their heads and thought, yes, the castle's pipes are on all floors, but not all in all locations, and the pipes are usually buried in the walls and floor tiles, which is naturally inconspicuous.

"I checked it carefully, and sure enough, I found some unusual marks on the walls of the castle." (Owen left a mark.)

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"They point to the girls' bathroom on the third floor."

"Myrtle's bathroom?"

"Yes, I've discovered that the sink in the center of the bathroom is hollow, and there must be a hole underneath it, but—" Miss Granger's face stretched slightly, and suddenly twisted together, "That pool must have been enchanted, and I couldn't move it away with any spell."

"Is it possible that you opened it the wrong way?" Ron continued, seemingly consciously trying to steer the conversation to Hermione.

"If it was Salazar's old devil, he must have used something that only he and his evil descendants would have used to create that entrance."

"Ron." Miss Granger frowned slightly, "Anyway, Slytherin is one of the founders of Hogwarts, you shouldn't slander him like that, besides, according to Hogwarts, a school history, hundreds of years ago, there was no such thing as a toilet in the castle. Wizards generally use vanishing charms to. Ahem solves certain needs. So that pool certainly wasn't built by Salazar Slytherin."

"But—surely it was built by his descendants." Ron was a little reluctant, still opening his mouth full of mockery at Slytherin House, "There is the founder of the Dark Lord, which is why that house is rich in Dark Lords."

"Listen to his legend, how to clean up all the wizards who don't deserve to learn magic? Could it be that the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets would politely give a wizard like you a ride on the train?"

As soon as Ron's words fell, Hermione rubbed her anger, and she glared at him angrily, "Wizards like me, what- don't Muggle-born wizards deserve names now?" Have they all become 'wizards like me?'

Hum! If that's what you think, that's great, it's a wizard like me—" She looked so angry, the more she investigated the so-called Slytherin Chamber of Secrets lately, the more it made her angry, she really couldn't understand why Dumbledore would allow such a place to be used as a playing field, if she was the Headmaster, the day after she found it, she would blow it up into the sky with a spell, burying it forever.

"Someday."

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class.

Professor Flitwick reluctantly dodged the chandelier that he was about to hit, and flew in the sky to announce the end of class.

Hermione quickly put away the books on the table, and then said in a slightly trembling voice, "Look, the wind of history will eventually blow away the shackles that oppress wizards, and those bloodline discrimination will one day become words that only exist in books!"

With that, she rushed out of the classroom in a huff.

After she walked out of the classroom, Ron suddenly fell silent, then picked up his books in a bit of a daze, and then walked out of the classroom without waiting for Harry and them.

"What's wrong with him?" Even Harry, who was nervous, could see that Ron was a little odd.

He seemed to be deliberately provoking Hermione, and was constantly changing the subject.

"Obviously, he has a secret in his heart." Owen pocketed the book.

He wrote it down silently in his heart.

On January 19, 1995, Ron Weasley angered Miss Granger once.

In order to take into account the overall situation and investigate the secrets in his heart, he did not move.

Wait for the autumn to settle accounts!

Keep an eye on this guy for a few days.

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On the 20th, according to the calendar of the Ming Dynasty, today is the Great Cold. It was the coldest day of the year, and the Scottish Highlands did not disappoint.

Since the morning, the snow has not stopped.

The terrible wind and snow were swept by the wind, crackling and making a noisy sound on the windows.

At five o'clock in the morning, Owen was woken up.

Then when he tried to continue sleeping, he found that the sound in his ears was getting louder and louder, as if someone was playing a drum in his ear, he was still a little sleepy, but after closing his eyes for five minutes, it was straight

It's amazing to be in the spirit.

At this time, Owen began to envy Nick's arbitrary door.

If he had any door, it would have been connected to Miss Granger's door. I took her to sleep with me every night, and I was sure that I would be able to sleep very well with Miss Granger in my arms.

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