"The afterlife is terrifying!" Madame Maxim muttered.

I can't help but feel a strong sense of urgency in my heart.

In addition, Professor Lupin was also shocked.

How is it that he has only been away from Hogwarts for less than a year, and the young wizard is already so powerful?

And voila –

Harry used a summoning charm to control the rocks on the snowy mountains to throw at the Omen Legion, almost as skilled as the average apprentice Auror.

He was in constant contact with the apprentice Aurors.

Because of his status as a werewolf, he was forced to wander all year round in places such as Tumbledown Alley, where dark creatures infested him, and there, the most common street patrol Auror was a trainee Auror who was still in training, usually an old Auror with a novice Auror.

It can be said that Harry is now strong enough for him to enter the Auror training camp and receive systematic training.

Of course—to become a true Auror, it's not enough to just cast spells, Harry needs to get at least 'Excellent' or 'Good' grades in the Ultimate Wizarding Exam in Herbology, Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration.

It's hard,.. The exams are very difficult, and there are so many Hogwarts graduates, but there are only a handful of students who can be called excellent.

But on the other hand, it's not that hard.

Because now Harry is done. For some subjects, such as Defence Against the Dark Arts.

He was only in the fifth grade in the second half of the year, so he had plenty of time to study.

I believe that in another year or two, in seventh grade, Harry may surpass her mother's seven outstanding.

Before he knew it, Professor Lupin's mind drifted away.

Along with Sirius drifted away.

In fact, among the Marauders, none of the four of them have the best academic performance, but they have deep attainments in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms, and as for other disciplines, don't mention it.

Lily is also the best academic performer, she is the prefect of Gryffindor and the president of the Girls' Student Council. L. has nine distinctions, passes seven courses, and with the exception of Barty Crouch Jr., she is probably the best graduate of Hogwarts since Tom's senior.

Now it seems that Harry has completely inherited his mother's talent.

For a while, both professors were a little relieved.

As for Ron, to be honest, he didn't perform much worse than Harry, and the new wand dragon nerve was also suitable for casting powerful spells, but—how to put it, he was still a little frizzy, and the frequency of spells and the angle of attack were not as handy and tricky as Harry, but in the whole of Hogwarts, there were not many young wizards who could beat him.

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It's going to be dark.

The legion of the Evil Omen, with no end in sight, eventually fell to the combined forces of the giants and the wizards.

This is thanks to their boring methods of attack.

Either throwing fire or throwing spears, and hand-to-hand combat is lackluster, and although their bodies are quite resistant to spells, this time the main attackers are giants, and they are pure physical strength to the flesh.

This makes the high value of the Sons of Omen's magic resistance completely useless.

The giants took advantage of their size and fought like wolves into a flock of sheep, and although they also paid for the casualties, they won the battle anyway.

Subsequent.

The cleaning of the battlefield, Owen did not participate.

He was tired to death, using the Origin Charm on a large scale, even if his magic was so full that he couldn't stand it and suck it out with a flush pump.

After all, the potion you drink is just a tonic, and your body is not a dam, so you just need to store some water in it.

The potion only works to relieve the symptoms, and if you really want to replenish the magic power, it is not much.

After a simple dinner, he went to find Miss Granger to share the bed, but unfortunately the other party was not very willing, he glared slightly, and ran to help clean up the battlefield in the smiles of the wizards around him.

Owen, who returned to the tent alone, fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes while lying on the bed.

He was really tired.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the early morning of the next day.

The sunlight shining in from the window shook his eyes.

In a daze, he rolled over, as if he had pressed something, warm, soft, and then he subconsciously leaned in. I fell asleep with the thing in my arms again.

About a while later.

Owen slowly opened his sour eyes.

"Blind—going to be blind!" He cried out in pain.

My eyes are sore, and I can't even open them.

It takes a lot of courage and strength to control the eyelid lift every time.

Then he tossed and turned like this for a long time before finally getting out of bed.

The side of the bed was empty, and there was a faint aftertaste.

The wind outside the window was blowing his silver hair.

It took him a long time before he came back to his senses.

Get out of bed, wash up, and push open the door.

Downstairs, a few people who had finished breakfast were sitting around the sofa.

On the floor was a cold, stiff, headless corpse.

"Cut—that's unlucky."

Slowly, Owen walked down the spiral staircase.

This tent is the one used by Sirius at the Quidditch World Cup.

It is several stories high, and all kinds of things are placed inside. Food, potions, and even the ability to phantom.

"Good morning." Madame Maxim said, her tone softened considerably, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, and I think it's still hot." ”

"Oh!" Owen turned his head and went into the kitchen.

Sure enough, a few slices of pumpkin pie were found in the pot.

Eating the cake, he swaggered to the living room, and glanced down at the gray-haired corpse on the ground.

He continued to bite into the cake.

It smells so good!

"The giantess of the Volcano Tribe has confessed." Sirius said with a cold face.

He wasn't in the mood to comment on Owen's good appetite.

"I arrived here last night with Moody and Kingsley, and they managed to pry open the giant's mouth."

"Oh?" Owen looked around and didn't see Professor Lupin, Hagrid, or Harry, so he thought he was out there helping the giants restore their home.

"According to the giantess's confession, these people's names are: Godskin Messenger."

"Divine Skin Emissary?" Owen took another bite of the pumpkin pie.

Then he solemnly looked at the corpse in front of him.

A robe made of plump skin.

The peeled skin also retains oil, so it is soft and elastic.

There are seven faces on the apron. Symbolizes the poor soul who can withstand seven deadly spells.

On the back is the hundred phases of the furnace,

The appearance of the granules is very similar to that of the previous Forge life.

But it's not that big, it's just in the bud.

The person in front of him seems to be a successful product of the experiment, and the Evil Omen Legion that filled the mountains and fields yesterday is a failure.

"The giants say that people in such skins have existed thousands of years ago and have found them.

They will use a kind of black flame and corruption magic, which is very terrifying. The former can kill a giant in an instant, and the latter can bring plague and physical mutations to an entire tribe. ”

Sirius continued worriedly, "In ancient times, they claimed to be messengers of the gods. Spread the gospel of the gods. ”

"Hmph—it's still the same rhetoric, and I don't change a word. Didn't you want to sell the Tome of Atonement? Owen complained, but unfortunately, neither of the two wizards present could understand the meme of his words.

"However, we haven't seen them use black flame and corrupt magic yesterday, and a thousand years have passed, and the technology of the outer gods has declined?"

"I've learned this from Harry, and it's true that the 'messenger' that appears this time is not the same as the previous ones, and is weaker than the myths." Sirius said suspiciously, his expression serious, "Forget it, it's time for Dumbledore to be worried." ”

With a wave of his hand, the carpet on the ground suddenly moved, and then wrapped the corpse, the corners tied together.

"Indeed, the headmaster is too laid-back, and we help with everything, so why do you want him to do it? Uh-huh - gotta find something for him to do! Owen nodded and said solemnly, "However, I'm more concerned about how these creatures got here?" ”

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.

"Giants have been trapped on this island in the sky for fifty or sixty years, and in these fifty or sixty years, nothing like this should have happened, so—why today, why now?"

Owen's voice wasn't loud, but it got to the point all at once.

"You mean, somebody brought this creature here? And is it still in recent times? Sirius understood, "It's a Death Eater!" It must be them, they are the only ones who have recently been on the island. ”

"It's a possibility—but don't forget, there's also the Italian Ministry of Magic!" Owen showed a sneer and said bluntly, "Look at those people in the British Ministry of Magic, you shouldn't be at ease with the officials of the Italian Ministry of Magic." ”

"No—no, it won't." Madame Maxim hesitated, "Ministry of Magic"

"The British Ministry of Magic was able to give Azkaban to the Death Eaters, and knew nothing about the Death Eaters' capture, what do you think of the Italian Ministry of Magic? What can they do? How are they better than British wizarding officials? Does it have horns on its head, or does it have a tail behind it? ”

He sneered coldly, and then restrained the sneer on his face, "Okay, none of this is important, what matters now is that with such a large-scale operation, it is impossible for the Evil Omen Legion to climb onto the island, so there is only one possibility of being teleported by someone with a portkey." ”

"You mean, there's a portkey on the island that is used to teleport this monster?" Sirius frowned slightly, he hadn't thought about it just now, but now- think about what Owen said.

It's really like this - such a number of monsters, more than 10,000 people, it is obviously impossible to say that they climbed up from the vines.

Even - a portkey is unlikely.

There is a limit to what can be done, unless it's a powerhouse that's specifically designed to teleport.

Like that Shangri-La replica from Hogwarts.

If that's the case.

Then their alliance with the giants will definitely fail, because it is impossible for them to send people to guard this place, and the other party will continue to send large armies.

He didn't believe that with an army present, the giants would keep their promises.

So now, the first thing they had to do was to destroy the possible portkey. And as soon as possible, he must not let the other party know that one legion has been destroyed, because he may send a second one.

"We've got to find it." Sirius said seriously.

"Gotta find out." Owen continued, "We're going to have to take some time and go through everything. ”

"No need." He refused, "You and Harry, let's go back to Hogwarts first, it's too dangerous here." ”

Hearing this, Owen couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, "It's like you can beat me, and besides, without me, if you can find the portkey, there will be a ghost." ”

He was the only one present who could feel the magic fluctuations.

He is the wizard who is most likely to find the portkey as soon as possible.

Sirius himself, even if he was calling other wizards. A group of people scurried around like headless flies, and even if it was a hundred years, he couldn't find where the key was. The other party can find a cave at random, can they still break the mountain and turn it over?

"Let's go to the snowy mountains today." Owen said, and then, without giving Sirius the slightest chance to object, got up and walked out of the tent.

Outside, there is an endless stream of giants.

The injured giants were grouped into a makeshift tent.

Luckily, the trees here are very tall.

From afar, Owen saw Professor Lupin studying the injuries of the giants.

He was helpless about it, the corruption left behind after the burning of the flames was like the decaying flowers of December, the decay of a material instinct, and there was no way for him to slow down this corruption, and the fate that awaited the future of these wounded giants could only wither.

Someone might have something to save them, but it would have to cost him.

Owen shifted his gaze to see that the lush grassy beach was gone, and now only the volcanic rock had cooled by the lava.

The clear lake was gone, and his magic had caused unspeakable scars on the land, and the water seeped into the crevices, evaporating most of them, and the originally oval lake had no shape to speak of.

What's more, from the snowy mountain, the corpses of the Evil Omen Legion poured into the lake along with the snow water evaporated by magic, and now the lake has long since turned orange-yellow, like dung water, exuding a faint fishy smell.

The surrounding forests were also badly damaged, most of them were destroyed by the fire of corruption, the wood was broken everywhere, and the green curtain disappeared in favor of a late autumn gloom.

"Owen!"

A clear voice sounded from his side.

He turned his head.

It's Hermione.

She was helping the giants carry something, which was supposed to be something Sirius had brought with her.

"That-" Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked at him with a somewhat evasive gaze, and an inexplicable shyness was written all over her body.

"Ahem - do you have a way to restore the environment here? They don't even have fresh water. ”

Miss Granger had become the commander of the giants, raising her wand and controlling the supplies that fell on their shoulders.

She didn't come over when she said these words.

Instead of standing still, she did not leave her job.

"No—maybe." Owen rubbed his head, silver hair brushed through his fingertips, and a faint scent of flowers came from the air, which only felt familiar to him.

"It's going to take time."

Using the fundamentalist principles of ancient magic, he could naturally purge this corruption, but - he didn't really care about the giants at all.

The moment the Crucible Life appeared, the first thought in his heart was to get out of here.

Seriously, what does it matter to him whether the giant lives or dies?

He didn't have the time to fight the giants.

Later, it was also because of Miss Granger's sudden arrival, and the fact that the outer gods chose to resist, and now even if he had the ability to repair the surrounding environment, he would not make a move, not to mention that he did not have a quick solution once and for all.

It would be wishful thinking for him to spend time researching that kind of corruption, and to spend all his energy repairing the environment.

"Really?" Hermione muttered, then nodded, and continued her work on handing out supplies.

Her voice was inaudible, lost.

It's because there's no way to do it.

She never thought that Owen would be omniscient, she just habitually asked.

After all, he always brings miracles, doesn't he?

On the other side, Harry and Ron are also helping the giants with various restoration camps.

Owen didn't see the Moody and Kingsley that Sirius was talking about, nor did he see the giants of the Volcano Clan.

I think that their interrogation cannot take place in front of the eyes of the young wizard.

Owen calmly walked past the little wizards around him.

He walked towards the snowy mountain, the other side of the snowy mountain.

Along the way, whenever he passed by a giant, no matter what the giant was doing, they would stop what they were doing and look at him deeply, and even worse, those who were old would prostrate themselves on the ground, looking at him as if they were looking at a god.

This is normal, the origin magic used by Owen summons the stars to fall, that kind of scene, let alone a giant, even if a wizard sees it, some conservative wizards will worship him as a god.

Along the way, the potholed earth burned with filthy fire.

Orange-yellow flames, corroding the earth.

Mostly, the wood is not burned, and the fire will not be extinguished.

Continuing deeper, a small beast suddenly reversed time and space and appeared in his arms.

It's Hillock.

Its neck flowed with a golden glow, and Owen teased it, and then, Shylock took him, and directly apparitioned to the top of the snowy mountain.

"Whew."

"That's pretty high."

Standing here, it was as if he could reach out and touch the sky, the mountain mist flowing from his fingertips, everything seemed so wonderful.

Overlooked.

On the other side of the snow-capped mountains, there is also a barren place.

The Omens burned all life, leaving only a scarred land.

In fact, as he had felt yesterday, these gloomy lives must have been the failure of some kind of experiment, and the feeling of that attempt was too strong.

For Owen, this may be good news, which shows that the power of the invasion of the outer gods is not so strong, and he still has a chance to win.

"Shylock." Rubbing the kitten's belly.

Owen was apparitioned once more, disappearing in place.

Then, with Shylock's help, he began a frantic search for the possible portkey.

In the process, he also discovered giants from many other tribes.

Those giants don't have the British giants to look at civilization

Savage ferocity is in their nature.

Until noon, Owen, who had found nothing, returned to the camp.

(End of chapter)