Alasto." Professor Dumbledore pondered for a moment and then said, "You continue to search for the elven colonies around Hogwarts, and I think the castle is certainly not all."

"Sirius." He looked at the Dog Godfather, "If you can, can you visit the Fairy Kingdom?"

"Of course." Sirius replied in the affirmative.

"The tournament can't be suspended." At this point, Crouch finally broke free from his hatred of Moody, and he jerked the other man away, even though Moody's alchemical prosthetic leg was very stable.

He pushed like this, not only did not push the other person away, but made himself take two steps back, but the indifference on Barty Crouch's face did not waver in the slightest.

He turned his head and glared at Dumbledore, "Macfarlane will take over Ludo Bagman's duties."

"Also, I'll send someone to go with Black to the Fairy Kingdom."

"Yes." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Hmph—" Crouch waved his sleeves, turned and walked out the door.

Hamish McFarlane, who followed him, looked embarrassed, and after nodding to Dumbledore and the professors, he followed Barty Crouch's footsteps and hurriedly left the office.

After the two outsiders left, Dumbledore called Owen's name, "Owen, come here."

His brow furrowed, and a smile appeared on his face as usual.

"Oh! Come to live?" Hearing this, Owen jumped out of his chair.

The old headmaster reached out and rubbed the boy's head.

Behind the half-moon eyes are complex emotions.

As for the heir, the truth of the matter is far more than he expected.

Ludo Bagman's confession is not worth mentioning and is largely the same as he speculated.

But the goblin, who spoke the truth out of his mouth, did subvert his previous view of the heir.

Of course, it was mainly Shanee Weasley's memories, which were confirmed by the two phases that Dumbledore really saw what was going on.

"Our enemies are not only strong, but also smart." The old headmaster said, "He sees very clearly the greed underneath human nature."

"Yes." Owen nodded, knowing that the headmaster was talking about the outer gods.

After a night of dreaming, could he not know the means?

Until now, when he looked at Dumbledore, his mind was full of all kinds of cruel and terrifying looks of old Deng. The picture in the dream did not slowly distort or forget because he woke up, it was like an ordinary memory.

Well—he'll probably have to cast an amnesia spell on himself, or extract the memory of that dream out of his head to forget it completely.

What makes Owen wonder is, why did he dream like this?

This is obviously only power, but where did he get it?

Uh-huh – it must have been recently, even the past two days.

Otherwise, it doesn't explain why he had never had such a dream before.

"I think you already know the truth from the underground vault." Dumbledore put away his smile, his face becoming more serious, and said with some regret in his eyes, "This is different from what we have faced before."

From the elves and Shanee Weasley, he learns a secret.

It turns out that the power of the heir can be stripped away.

Through some kind of extremely cruel sacrifice.

All it takes is flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of the heirs, to strip away some of the ancient magic.

It is then transferred to other people through sacrifices.

The reason why the goblins rounded up the members of the Weasley family, especially Ron's, was because the goblins knew that the heirs of the previous generations were from this family, and when the new heir appeared, they immediately thought that it was someone else in the family.

As for how did the elves know that a new heir had appeared?

It's not clear.

In the mouth of the goblin, just say that it is

The herald told him.

Upon learning this truth, Dumbledore almost immediately remembered the kitchen passage, the Hufflepuff lady's final resting place, the former heir under the apple tree, the poor wizard named Shannie Maeve Weasley.

At the end of her life, the reason why she did not reunite with her family, or take one last look at her children, but chose to die alone in that secret room that may never be discovered in the future, the biggest reason is that she did not want her body to be found by the goblins and become a sacrifice on the table.

"Whew—" Dumbledore exhaled deeply.

He regretted the matter of the previous heir, and he was even more worried about Owen's future.

Now their enemies aren't just Voldemort or goblins.

It's all wizards who are fanatical about magical powers.

If this news spreads, Owen is almost the enemy of wizards all over the world, and to be honest, if it was when he was young, even if he was middle-aged, he would not be able to help but find Owen and not hurt him, but taking a few drops of blood is for sure.

He couldn't control his curiosity, because ancient magic might be the biggest clue to the origin of magic, even if it didn't have any blessings, just 'archaeology, digging up the truth of past history, asking yourself, he probably did.'

And what about others?

What if Voldemort knew the news?

Or the crazy Silent People of the Ministry of Magic?

Or some dark wizards' club in Italy?

Or what about the purges in North America?

Look, how many of their potential enemies are there?

This is still clear.

Once in the future, Owen shows fatigue, those who are wavering, those who are undecided.

A hunting is almost visible to the naked eye, just a stone's throw away.

"Almost." Owen replied that he knew a little bit more and would have to spend some time tidying up, and that the last thing he wanted to do now was sleep.

This is the brain's self-defense instinct, and when subjected to a momentary strong shock, the person will become languishing and emotionally calm.

As for the concerned look of old Deng Tou.

Of course he could guess what Dumbledore was thinking.

Suddenly, Owen remembered a certain line from a movie he had watched before: "xxx, don't be complacent, today the five major factions are rushing up, and you can't kill them all, wait until your true qi is exhausted."

He reckons Dumbledore thinking the same way.

After all, he was holding a wand, not a Maxim, and the magic that was thrown out was not a bullet.

Even if your magic power is close to infinity, you will always be tired.

If it's an infinite bullet

Sure enough, it's still Makqinqiang!!

Ahem - seriously, in the end, he is still not strong enough, if he can wipe out the entire magical world before his magic power is exhausted, then who dares to say anything in front of him?

"You have to keep this matter strictly secret, and no one can tell you." Regarding the fact that the ancient magic of the heir can be stripped away, the fewer people who know, the better, although Dumbledore has enough trust in everyone present, but there is no impermeable wall in this world, their potential enemies may have other ways to let him tell the truth, he can't let the truth of the heir be known to everyone in the wizarding world, human nature is complicated, even if it is a friend - Dumbledore glanced at Sirius.

There will also be betrayal.

"Of course, Professor, I don't have thoughts of self-harm." Owen smiled disdainfully.

"Hmm—" The old headmaster nodded, then turned and picked up a severed dagger from his desk.

It was a rather peculiar dagger.

From the outside, it looks like the wings of some kind of insect.

The handle was some kind of bone, and the blade was some kind of very thin, almost transparent, prismatic crystal about the size of a fingernail.

A strange blue light emanated from those crystal cracks, and it was extremely strange to watch.

It's a pity that this

It was a mutilated dagger, the blade of which had broken in the middle, and the other half was missing.

"Put this away." He said.

The dagger was the same one the goblin used to slice through the Weasleys, and the other half of the severed blade was still in the body of the wizard named Shani.

So - this is a weapon that once killed the heir.

Dumbledore wanted to destroy it outright, but after thinking about it, he let Owen decide for himself whether it would stay or not.

As the current heir, he is the most qualified for this.

Owen took the dagger from Dumbledore's hand, looked at it carefully, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Also, about Stewart."

At the moment when the name was spoken, all the professors in the entire office did not look very good.

Especially the older ones, such as Professor McGonagall, reminded her of a wizard named Riddle, who used a basilisk to kill an innocent classmate, and now that girl uses goblins to hurt her classmates, there are so many similarities between the two.

If it weren't for their timely discovery, it's hard not to imagine if the past would have been repeated.

"It didn't work out well." He said.

Then he looked at Snape.

Immediately, our dear Professor Snape opened his mouth and said in his peculiar slow, sneering voice, "There is no trace of any collusion with Miss Stewart in Ludo Bagman's memory, and the testimony after the truth spitting out shows that he did not know her before the tournament."

"The goblin, it has no trace of Miss Stewart in its memory, and the testimony is the same."

"The information about the castle was obtained from the fairy herald. And that herald may have been the goblin who came into contact with Stewart, but sadly, from the goblin's testimony, the herald was not involved in the attack, and it wasn't even here."

Snape said coldly, observing the faces of the people around him, especially Owen.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> a hint of regret flashed in his eyes when he saw that Owen didn't feel anything.

As for the other professors.

All of them were pale, especially Professor McGonagall, who was angry, her cheeks were strangely flushed, and her eyes were looking straight at Snape.

The people who were attacked were all the children of their house, and the Weasleys were all Gryffindors, and now although the real culprit behind the scenes was not caught, at least the inner girl was caught, but now- from Snape's words, she probably guessed the final result.

"This is a well-designed organization, from the female cadres to the informants, to the contacts, the planners, the final decision-makers and initiators, they are not the same group of goblins, they have a clear division of labor, even if we intercept a part of this link, we don't want to see the whole picture."

"I have to say, this organization is more professional than the Ministry of Magic." He sneered.

Thanks to Barty Crouch is gone, otherwise our Minister of Magic would have been half angry.

Listening to Snape's description, Owen suddenly remembered an organization.

"Brotherhood of Elves." One, a week ago, was the name he had heard.

It is a leprechaun terrorist organization with a history of more than 300 years.

Contrary to the mainstream elves' view of peaceful coexistence with wizards. What they seek is to defeat the wizards once and for all.

They have branches all over the world, especially in North America, where the New World is not bound by the Old World, and the Brotherhood of Elves is growing extremely rapidly.

I've heard that it's a very tight organization.

"Huh?" Dumbledore glanced at Owen.

But he did not speak.

The kid knew more than he thought.

"So there's no way we can convict that little witch?" Moody's was very unhappy with the crutches

The rod struck the tiles, and the current situation reminded him of Malfoy 14 years ago.

It's infuriating to know he's a Death Eater, but you can't convict him.

"It doesn't matter if you convict or not." Owen said suddenly. "If it's just to 'punish' her, I think I still have 100 reasonable and legal means."

"It's a tournament after all, right? It's normal for some accidents to happen."

"If we want to know who's behind it. It takes a little patience." He said faintly, "Like with Quirrell?"

"It's too dangerous for such a person to stay at Hogwarts." Professor Mack was the first to express his displeasure. She glared at Owen, annoyed by the evil plan he had just mentioned, "If we can't convict her, we at least have the right to banish her from the castle.

Albus, we can't gamble with the lives of the little wizards."

"It's not a bet, Minerva." Dumbledore said calmly, "And they have no chance of winning."

Then he looked at Snape, "The Quirrell thing is indeed a lesson, so we should do better."

"Understood—" Snape smiled noncommittally.

Then he flicked his cloak and left the principal's office.

Moody also left, and he had to get into a fight with Barty Crouch, and it wasn't easy to hand over Ludo Badman.

At least get a promise from him or something.

Professor McGonagall was furious, she couldn't accept this result at all, but out of Dumbledore's trust, she didn't dwell on it, but judging by the haste with which she left, she knew that the Gryffindors might have to stop for a few days.

Professor Flitwick was worried, the goblin matter had a big impact on him, and after many years, it was probably the first time that he had taken the initiative to find some books on the history of goblins to read, and again, he had only read the history of wizards.

Professor Sprout was probably the saddest of the men, whether it was finding the Hufflepuff lady's resting place or the Weasley lady, she was sincerely saddened, and the steps to leave the principal's office were the heaviest.

In the end, even Owen left, and he was going back to sleep.

Today is the weekend.

Sirius and Dumbledore were soon left in the office.

What they were discussing was to prepare for a visit to the fairy kingdom.

But it has nothing to do with him.

On the way back to the dormitory, on the corner of the third floor, Owen seemed to see Harry, but by this time he had already started to fight with his eyelids, so he ignored Harry.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel sleepy at all, but after eating a meal, I dozed him off.

Back in the dormitory, Owen was full of water.

There are no classes on Sunday, so you can do whatever you want.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he had nightmares again.

This time he dreamed that Miss Granger had turned into an anchor

By the time Owen woke up again, outside the window, it was already dusk.

He slept all day.

The dormitory was empty.

The only thing that moved was a photo of his parents sitting next to his bedside table.

They were laughing at him.

"Whew-" exhaled a cloudy breath.

He was in a rather bad state, his eyes were unbearably dry, and he was accompanied by tinnitus.

He rubbed his eyes for a long time, and the swelling after the dry eyes slowly disappeared, and the tinnitus became mild.

"Yo, you're awake!" At this moment, Justin walked in from outside.

The moment he made eye contact with Owen, a greasy, evil smile appeared on his face.

"Don't know my old father anymore? What do you think of your dad doing like that?" Owen gave him a middle finger and began to get dressed, draping his robe on.

"Huh." Justin also gave his middle finger back, and then said with a hippie smile, "We can't stay in this dormitory."

Then Ernie walked in.

"Hey! Are you awake? Did you drink a tranquilizer, no matter how you woke up at noon?" He said with the same smile.

"Someone doesn't know what bad things to do in their dreams, how can they have time to eat." Justin raised an eyebrow at Ernie, "Miss Granger, Miss Granger, she's been screaming all day, and she's a shame."

"Huh?" Owen touched his head, and he was heading to the bathroom to wash his face. "Did I talk in my sleep?"

"No, it's not as loud as usual, and we don't have the face to stay in the dormitory."

「.」

Justin and Ernie had a smile on their faces.

But in Owen's ears, the voice suddenly disappeared.

Far away as if in the sky.

- He, his body does seem to have something untraceable.

Dream talk almost symbolizes the failure of his brain occlusion.

It's extremely scary.

Owen's face gradually turned pale, and it seemed that his enemies were far more difficult than he imagined, a thousand times.

"Whew—" Suddenly he remembered a sentence from Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls".

When you were a kid there was a fantasy that other people would die and you wouldn't.

Then when you get seriously injured for the first time, that illusion goes away.

Since the beginning of the second week, Owen has never taken anyone's strength to heart, even top wizards such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Yes - he's talented, he's hardworking, he's got a lot of chance, and the gap between him and the top wizards is only years.

This is also the real reason why he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and can put the three unforgivable curses on his lips.

Because he is not afraid of those punishments at all.

Would he be afraid if the Ministry of Magic imprisoned him in Azkaban for casting a killing curse?

But now—the outer gods?

He didn't even know what the other party's name was, he didn't even know when he was on the road, maybe it was just a momentary contact.

And the other party can easily break his magic.

And if he wasn't the heir—if that whisper in his ear really lasted for a month, a year, a dozen years?

Can he really win?

It wasn't fear or fear, it was the first time that Owen felt powerless in his own power.

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