"That's it! That's fine. ”

The first week of June.

Owen dragged Hermione to Hogsmeade.

In an inconspicuous house on the east side of the street, on the border with the old Hogsmeade village, he was packing his things.

Most of them were brought back by Dobby, tables, chairs, benches, sofas and so on.

There are also wallpaper, chandeliers, and white paint, which are all things that are used to decorate the room.

"There needs to be more protection here, and a secret door there." Owen commanded Hermione, who was holding her wand and carving the intricate ancient rune script into the walls.

Here is the bedroom on the second floor.

It is the master bedroom.

Owen walked to the bathroom, and added a secret door behind the cabinet with various potions bottles.

"Strong, hidden." He engraved the runi script representing these two meanings on the door, and from his waist pocket, pulled out a huge clock with a hand pointing to twelve o'clock.

Hung on the cabinet.

Then the wand tapped lightly on the hour hand, and suddenly, the clock emitted a faint light, and slowly, it merged into the secret door behind the cabinet.

"That's it!" Owen stretched out his hand and knocked on the secret door in front of him, from the naked eye, he couldn't see anything at all, and there was no problem with his voice.

Then, he went back to his bedroom and saw that Hermione was taping a large pair of sunflower wallpaper to the pattern of the wall.

She looked very serious, as if she didn't realize that Owen was approaching behind her.

And that's exactly what Owen wants.

Concentrating on decorating their future 'home' in a safe environment can relieve her mental stress.

Hermione was out of sorts.

Except, the empty room under the forbidden book area. He also went to the bathroom on the third floor.

He went to see it.

A mess in a certain compartment.

The toilet bowl was stuffed with failed potions.

The cubicle was filled with various potions-making methods and procedures, and she carved the words into the wooden doors on either side with the blade of her knife.

On top of that, the stone wall, covered with the parchment of potions he had left behind.

There was a wooden cabinet nailed to the wall, and it contained countless bottles and jars, as well as all sorts of leftover magical materials.

The scene was dirty, messy, and terrifying.

It was like the whispers of some kind of mindless person, which reminded Owen of the prisoners of Azkaban, and after being surrounded by Dementors for so long, some wizards would exhibit these strange behaviors.

They have to keep themselves busy. They can't stop and let their brains focus on one thing, so that they can temporarily withdraw from the pain of reality.

Hermione apparently did the same.

After all, the potion recipe wasn't really difficult at all, the original recipe was quite difficult, but after his research, all the steps had been quantified, and he was accurate to the point where the heat was going to be, how many times it should be stirred, whether it was counterclockwise or clockwise.

There's no way Hermione can't make it, that kind of recipe is thrown to Justin, he can make it all night.

Then there is only one possibility.

She made a deliberate mistake.

He looked at the remains of the potion, and they were all in the final step.

So she could only do it on purpose, and of course she might not even be aware of it.

In the room, Owen stared as Hermione reached out and stroked the wallpaper, carefully checking the corners and corners to see if they were flattened.

"What's wrong?" It seems that he has finally noticed the sight behind him.

Hermione looked back at him.

"Well, enjoy the view." He said.

Then he smiled unconsciously.

Miss Granger narrowed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose.

There was a subtle look of joy in his brown eyes.

A smile fell into Owen's eyes, and then he took a book out of the pocket of his jacket.

"Miss Hermione Jane Granger, I am gifting you this copy of Origins, the End of Magic, in the hope that you will find it entertained and inspired."

It was bound on parchment, in such a hurry that it could not even be called a book, but rather a kind of note.

"What is this?" Hermione took his manuscript and asked curiously.

"The legacy of the heirs of the previous generations, the reward of Bridged's first test."

She quietly flipped through it, and found that it was a thick, hundreds of pages of manuscript, a very detailed encyclopedia of spells.

Contains almost all the variations of current magic, as well as its development, such as the example of the lockpicking charm.

After that, there are some long-lost origin magics.

Among them are the three major mantras of stargazing.

The five major curses of calamity, lightning, storm, volcano, earthquake, and tsunami.

When she quickly flipped through more than 30 pages, she suddenly found that it was all blank and there was no text.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry, I've only written so much, and I'll add it slowly after that."

Owen said with a smile.

He looked at Hermione, and she stared at him.

For a moment, they were all relieved.

Owen knew her too well, so the best way to tell Hermione to stop studying the dark arts was to find some other magic for her to study.

Hermione understood this, and she accepted the manuscript as she agreed.

"Oh, by the way, let's take a look at this." He stepped forward and took out another clock from his pocket, much smaller than the one he had kept in the bathroom before, only the size of a palm.

"What is this?" Hermione's gaze shifted to the clock.

"Funny gadgets." Owen responded, and then watched as Owen slowly shoved the small clock into the wall behind her.

Then, in her slightly surprised eyes, strange lines suddenly appeared on the wall, like an invisible pen painting on the wall, and then the lines became clearer and clearer, from virtual to real, and finally a wooden door appeared in front of the two.

Owen didn't say much, and pushed the wooden door open.

On the other side of the door is the bathroom.

"With this, you can come back here whenever you want." Owen closed the wooden door again. Raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door in front of him with his magic wand, and in the next second, the wooden door changed from solid to empty, and then the lines became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared, and the clock was spit out again.

"Beyond that, you can toggle the pointers."

"Each number represents a place. There are seven locations in total. Hehe--virtual reality! If someone accidentally picks this up and forces you to tell its secret, you just turn the hour hand to a false time and stay for more than five seconds, and it will turn into a waste, which counts as a measure of self-destruction.

The location here is twelve o'clock. I still have one left in the Room of Requirement, and it's eleven o'clock. There are still five free slots, and we will set them when we have the necessary slots in the future. ”

"Just—like any door of Mr. Nick Lemay?" Hermione's gaze rested on the small clock in her hand. Her eyes were surprised and delighted, and she could see that she wanted to tear this thing down and see what the structure was inside.

"Well-" Owen nodded, "about the same, but Nick Lemay's door can go a lot, and from his six hundred years or so, I reckon that door connects almost every corner of the earth."

And this one can only go to seven places. ”

"That's pretty good." Hermione picked up the clock in her hand like a treasure, "You invented this?" ”

"No—it's Victor's invention, and I lent him Nick's alchemy for a few days. It's the compass that can go back to his safe house. ”

Of course, Owen didn't have time to study this, he was in a coma for three months, remember?

"Why are you giving me this?" Hermione asked suddenly, her voice sounding a little flat, as if she was holding back something.

"Just in case." Owen put it bluntly, "Childhood is moving away from us, isn't it." ”

Looking at each other, he said solemnly, "The development of the World Bureau has exceeded my expectations. ”

After three months of slumber, Owen realized that the wizarding world had nothing to do with the one he remembered.

He didn't know anything about it, some of the secrets he didn't know even to, and he couldn't stay with Hermione all the time, he had to leave her a safe house.

This safe house must not be at Hogwarts.

That's too big a goal.

Owen had thought about his house in London before—but when he thought about it, there were wizards who knew where, and he had asked the Ministry's Pest Advisory Committee to clean it up when there was a mess in the house.

This is a subordinate department of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic.

Dedicated to helping the wizard's house get rid of the troubles of the spotted mangs and solve the serious hairy crab disaster.

The Spotted Man, on the other hand, is a magical creature that can be found all over the world and is adept at crawling under floors and behind wall boards.

It has many eyes that look like a fungus that is slightly greenish. They appear in droves in dwellings, feed on dirt and are capable of destroying entire houses.

Often, the foul smell of decay attracts spotted mandarins. They slowly secrete a substance that corrodes the foundations of a dwelling and can collapse it over time.

The main reason for that house is that he can't live for many days a year, and if it is vacant for too long, it is easy to attract all kinds of magical creatures. The wizard's house was like this, so it had to be cleaned often, and he was reluctant to pay for Dobby to clean it all day, after all, he didn't live in it for ten months a year.

Moreover, there were no wizard families around that place, and it was a little conspicuous to stand out from the crowd, which did not fit his idea of being in seclusion.

Later, he had also considered foreign countries, such as Nick's safe house, and he probably wouldn't mind bringing Hermione over for a visit.

But that was too far away to know the situation in Britain in time.

Although it is in a safe corner, I think that with Hermione's character, she will never choose to escape.

Hogsmeade Village is the best place to go, it's dark under the lights—right under Hogwarts' nose, surrounded by wizards, and not many wizards know about this residence, the only possible danger is Lucius Malfoy confiding in the Death Eaters.

But he was not afraid of that, because the location of the house that Lucius knew was not this one for a long time, and he exchanged with several owners of the house, and forcibly changed the house not far from the center of the block to this corner of Gerra.

And after all, this place is next to Hogwarts, unless it is really the Dead Apostles who launch another big battle like last year, how can they attack here?

"I thought you expected everything." Hermione stared at him.

"That's what I used to think." Owen wasn't going to hide anything.

The boy ran his fingers into her hair.

The palm of his hand reached the back of her head, and he pulled out the hairpin on the side of her, and the messy long hair that broke free from the restraints was free.

He didn't like to lie, and he didn't have to lie to Miss Granger, she was so smart that she could guess many things for herself, and it was better to be honest than to be honest.

"Next, maybe from next year, I'll probably be busy, you'll all be busy, Harry, you, or any other little wizard, I don't want to say something arrogant, because of the risk"

In the Blurred Vision, Koyatl didn't break her promise, she told Owen a lot of secrets about the outer gods.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to save her.

There were some things he had to face, and this time it wasn't against an idiot like Voldemort.

In the face of the outer gods, all possible endings will happen, Owen doesn't feel like he is superior, how good can he be compared to the previous heirs?

They are all geniuses, and they all have the strength of top wizards at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

And what about them?

Who's still there?

You may be lucky, but how long can this good fortune last?

In fact, Owen wanted to tell Hermione that if something happened, he wanted her to live happily and healthily.

But when the words came to his lips, he felt that these words were really cruel enough.

What right does he have to ask her to live happily, doesn't she even have the right to choose?

"Forget it, let's not talk about that." Owen digressed the subject. He has some gains and losses.

Lost its former glory.

It's like a raging wind dropping an anchor.

The wind has slowed down.

It has also become, and it is no longer the same as before.

"Well, there is a good saying, yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today, today is a gift from heaven, cherish today as much as a gift."

He looked down at Hermione, and before he knew it, he was already much taller than Hermione, maybe it was her slow growth due to her malnutrition?

He cupped her cheek, and then, casually, kissed it.

As soon as the lips and teeth touched, all the fear, guilt, and determination collapsed.

Someone broke into his/her door, broke in, and went straight to the bottom of his or her heart.

The boy hugged her tighter, his hands around her waist, the temperature of his lips almost burning her.

And she responded with catharsis.

After a long time, the possessive kiss stopped when it went along the lip flap, to the jaw, to the throat, to the collarbone.

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Bury the gentleness, and it will grow a flower called tenacity.

Bury love, it can always sprout again.

The two are still renovating their new house.

From a simple ornament to the overall architectural style of the room.

Truth be told, they have no experience with it at all.

Decoration requires a certain amount of aesthetic cultivation, and you can't expect Hogwarts to teach art.

The average wizard family will arrange their things as they please, which is why wizards' houses always look messy.

Only pure-blooded families like Malfoy or Black, wizarding families with rich and rich historical heritage will have their own unique aesthetic concepts in house decoration.

Obviously, neither Owen nor Hermione had that kind of talent.

But they don't have experience, but some do!

At the risk of being killed, Owen went to his dear grandmother, who was famous in the Rozier family, and whose grandmother had received a systematic aristocratic education, and she must have known this, as evidenced by the way she dressed.

Elegant, noble, and cold, she is almost synonymous with these words.

Don't think Owen doesn't know, in this castle, in the village of Hogsmeade, there are many people who want to be his grandfather.

To Owen's surprise, after he told Wenda what he thought, her grandmother, although still cold and still disliked him, did not directly kick him out of the office, but returned to her bedroom, then took out a book, gave it to him, and then kicked him out of the office.

Owen was at a loss with the book, but he understood it after a few casual pages.

This is a magazine—a magic magazine from more than fifty years ago, to be exact, about all kinds of castle architecture in Europe, kind of kind of magazine that a noblewoman will often look through when she is bored, and often flip through the magazines of longing for towers, castles, princesses, and so on.

However, the difference is that this magazine has a lot of juanxiu small print, making its own evaluation of the style of some castles, as well as suggestions for renovation.

Well - this magazine is heavy.

Someone had poured too much emotion into it, and she might have dreamed of a castle that would be a home, not a fortress of war.

Owen fully adhered to her grandmother's architectural aesthetics—after all, he and Hermione had no aesthetic to speak of.

The house is decorated in a restrained and elegant way, and it may not seem so regal at first glance, but if you look closely, everything is very valuable, the gilded armchairs, wrapped in leather, revealing only the gold of the handles, the glass display case with all kinds of porcelain and perfume jars from the Egyptian era (Christmas gifts from Justine), and some medieval swords, pendant boxes, tiara jewelry, etc., all antiques.

The room was covered with a thick, shaggy carpet, brown with intricate patterns, not the fur of some kind of animal, but a kind of magic and ruthlessness.

Compared to animal fur, this type of carpet is less expensive, warmer, and easier to clean. It was something Miss Granger had deliberately replaced, and it wasn't a matter of money - she just didn't want to step on the corpse.

In addition, Owen also built a basement where a large number of magic materials were stored, and he stored everything he could buy in it, such as the materials for the compound potion, he prepared a large number of them in case of emergency.

In short, it took two weeks for the two of them to complete the decoration of the third floor, and they can't use the rooms above now, so they will put them first and talk about them later.

(End of chapter)