The visitors in the courtyard came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

They all left at noon.

His elf Sbee also asks if he wants to prepare lunch for the wizards outside.

"Ready, ready fart, give money? I just want to eat and drink for nothing. ”

Owen waved his hand, and when the time came, the group of people would naturally leave, and there was no need for him to serve.

It wasn't that he was angry that Miss Granger had given him no recognition.

How could this be, if so, Hermione herself would not be involved in this award.

This is his opinion.

Merlin's, too.

Their group of inheritors of ancient magic who are enemies of the outer gods are destined to be lost to everyone, and fame and prestige are the poison of death for them, unless Owen is confident that he can be like Merlin and not afraid of any other intrigues except to face the outer gods, then it doesn't matter about fame.

Apparently – Owen hasn't swelled to that extent yet.

After a few conversations, he managed to convince Hermione to help him bear the honor.

A bleak and cold afternoon.

In the manor, there were no other creatures except Owen and a few elves.

It's a huge house, but it's a little eerie to live in.

In the evening, I ate several French dishes prepared by the elves, fried duck breast with peaches, French fried fish, etc., in short, the taste is still quite delicious, and the taste is also good.

After a hearty meal, Owen got up and left the dining room and went to the courtyard to eat.

In the garden, thanks to the magical effect of magic, the flowers show no signs of decay at all, and the garden is full of beauty and beauty, which is quite spectacular.

Night slowly falls, and only a few faint street lamps in the garden emit a light that pierces the darkness.

The starry sky is quietly blooming, gorgeous and endless.

They are like bright gems set in the black canvas of this Genggu.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of the wind.

Indulging in this tranquility, Owen suddenly felt his own insignificance.

The wizarding world is bizarre and the human heart is complex and diverse

Fate is even more impermanent, and I don't know where to take him.

Continue walking a few steps.

Looking out, in a lawn in the distance, an abrupt figure caught his attention.

At this time, a certain pink-haired wizard was lying lazily in the grass, looking up at the stars.

"Legend has it that the Grand Magician Merlin built a tower within Avalon, where he will never die and will forever look out over the world."

Owen walked over, "It's been hundreds of years, and you haven't gotten tired of it?" ”

"It's a different angle—" Merlin said, smiling, tilting his head, "the view of the Sea of Stars—it's much more spectacular than this." ”

"But after watching it for hundreds of years, it's a little bit tired of it."

Owen also lay in the garden, looking up at the starry sky, "If a person can watch the stars alone for hundreds of years in a space of dozens of square meters, then he must have a deeper belief."

The belief that can sustain him alive.

Don't say it's to defeat the outer gods, don't you dislike humans? Will you also defeat the outer gods for the sake of humanity? With your strength, even if that great unification comes into the world, you will definitely have a way to escape. ”

"Maybe." Merlin whispered, "Maybe it's just that I don't want to see that fool's paradise destroyed." ”

As he spoke, he felt that what he had just said was a little funny, and he didn't know where he hit the joke, so he suddenly laughed heartily, "Well--save the world-why do you need so many reasons, if you want to do it, just go for it." ”

"Hehe—that's optimistic." Owen muttered.

Then he continued, "What does it feel like to be a prophet?" What would it be like to be able to see everything? ”

His grandfather was also a prophet, and although his abilities were not as strong as Merlin's in front of him, he could also see some fragments of the future, and as a result, this ability didn't seem to be of much use, even if he avoided some bad futures, he still lost in the confrontation with Dumbledore.

Think of Voldemort.

Think again about Professor Trelawney, Prophecy - this ability seems a bit of a chicken because it doesn't actually provide wizarding powers, and it seems that prophecy will always come true anyway, in various ways.

Hearing Owen's inquiry, Merlin rarely didn't speak directly, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against his chin, as if he was thinking.

I squinted my eyes for a long time before I opened them again.

A flash of purple light burst out with complex emotions, but he himself was still the same group of frivolous, and his tone was full of youthful casualness. "Pain."

"Pain?"

Merlin rubbed his cheeks, turned his head, looked at Owen, and said to him, "It is by foreseeing everything that we know the existence of the unchanging, and by foreseeing everything, we know the existence of the changeable."

When I know everything, the strings of fluctuating fate are my hands, which makes me feel that all the suffering in the world is caused by me. ”

Hearing this, Owen looked sideways at him.

"Aren't you struggling too? Little Owen. He continued.

A wonderful magic, driven by the petals of the flower blown by the wind, instantly captivated Owen's eyes.

In the next second, what Owen saw was no longer a garden.

It's like a picture in a meditation basin.

The changes in the surrounding images were very fast, but Owen could see clearly that these were the original world.

It is the original Harry Potter story.

Peter Pettigrew escapes, Cedric is killed by Peter, Sirius is killed by Bella, Dumbledore dies, followed by Snape, Colin, Dobby, Mad Eye Moody, and Tonks.

In the final Battle of Hogwarts, many people lost their lives.

"Why did you save them?" Merlin appeared behind him, asking.

"Do you also feel at some point that since you know the end of your fate, it has become your responsibility to save them?"

"It is your duty to redeem them." He said softly.

It's like he's really a big brother who has a good relationship with people," and if I couldn't save them, I would have failed to come into this world. Is that right? ”

"Owen." He approached the boy and looked into the emerald green eyes, "You are a prophet too." You should know all the feelings. ”

Owen was silent, just quietly watching what was happening in front of him.

"Before you know it, you have borne the burden of redeeming them."

Time seemed to freeze, and it was a long time before Owen gasped heavily, giving the suffocating atmosphere a fresh signal.

"Is all this true?" He lowered his eyes and asked, "Didn't you meet the future and force it into my head?" ”

"Yes." Merlin nodded, "I was the one who stuffed the future into your mind, but it's also real. ”

As he spoke, the illusion around him suddenly faded, and endless darkness poured in, and Owen couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he realized that he was back in the garden.

The galaxy reappeared in his sight.

"Okay - this phantom body doesn't have that much magic to sustain it, I kept enough for a year, but in the end it didn't last even a month." Merlin said with pity, "Sure enough—fate is always full of changes." ”

"Ann, Ann, Ann, Little Owen, who will meet again." "I'm still leaving magic elsewhere," he said. ”

"Elsewhere?" Owen's eyes flashed with starlight, and he said bluntly, "The secret room under Hogwarts Castle? ”

"Yes." He said.

"Don't worry, I won't open it in this life."

"Well. In fact, it doesn't matter if you wake up. Merlin muttered, and then, as if remembering something, suddenly flipped through it with his palm, and then an item flew out of Owen's fanny bag.

"Ahh He said.

Owen looked at the object in Merlin's hand, it was the magic bracelet used by the giant of the Volcano Tribe, it was supposed to be a powerful magic item, but he didn't have time to study it recently. I forgot that this thing existed.

"What is this? Do you know? ”

"Of course—" Merlin chuckled and winked at him, and a strange wave of magic flowed from his fingertips.

It felt like prying into a safe.

After a while, the bracelet emitted an inconspicuous light, and then quickly shrank in Owen's surprised eyes, and did not stop until it became the size of a ring.

"Who do you think cut off part of the essence of the supreme will of God and put it in that tower?"

"Who? Such a cowhide? ”

"King Solomon." With that, Merlin tossed the ring to Owen, "This is one of the Ten Perfect Rings that King Solomon holds." It was ten rings with different magical effects, in the war three thousand years ago, after Solomon's death, the rings were lost, you can try to find them, it doesn't matter if you can't find them, foreign objects are always foreign objects. If the Ten Perfections were really that powerful, Solomon wouldn't have died. ”

The Ring landed lightly on the index finger of Owen's right hand.

"Oh!" He raised his hand and looked at the ring on his finger, "Ah, It's my precious! ”

The moment he put on the ring, Owen felt that his magic flow seemed to speed up a lot.

Then he threw a fire spell in his hand.

The brown flames poured out like a tidal wave, which startled Owen.

"Why is it so powerful?"

"Uh-look like you've got a good one." Merlin smiled faintly, "The kicker should be what it does." ”

"Increase? Strength? Magic? Spells? What's the increase? Is this a fucking magic prop? This is an artifact! ”

"Of course — not that exaggerated." Merlin said, "I guess you can only choose one type of bodily function at a time, and there should be time to save your mana—well—in Muggle fashion, you'll have to wait for the CD-"

"Well, that's not bad!" Owen threw another spell, this time the flames were significantly smaller than they had just been.

"Let's find out for yourself!"

He restrained the smile on his face, slowly stood up, faced the flowers in the garden, and said, "The flowers bloom and thank you, then it's normal." ”

Then a powerful magic swept through the entire garden in an instant, as if something had been broken, and in the next second, at least half of the flowers in the yard withered.

"You're leaving?" Owen sat up from the ground, his eyes staring straight at him.

"Yes—" he said, "this time—I saw a nice view." ”

The scattered petals, like flowing water, slowly converged in the whirlpool of Merlin, and he stood in the sea of petals, looking back at Owen, "There is such a passage in the Muggle story "The Death of King Arthur".

One day, Merlin, the great magician, told King Arthur that he was going to be buried alive, so he told Arthur many things and told him to take care of his sword and sheath. King Arthur said, 'Since you know so much, why not use magic to eliminate those unfortunate things'.

I cannot disobey the will of God. Merlin took his farewell to King Arthur, and after that, Arthur never saw the familiar magician again.

And he, like Merlin told him, lost his scabbard and faced his fate calmly. ”

Owen listened carefully, he knew the meaning of Merlin's words, just like Merlin in the story, he could not disobey the will of God, and he could not escape his fate.

"I'm not King Arthur." After a long time, he spoke.

"No one can be him—" Merlin gave Owen one last look, and then, his purple eyes were closed, and his entire body turned into countless flowers, and the petals gathered on the ground, and finally exploded with a 'boom'.

"But when the time comes for the world to crisis, Arthur will surely rise again."

The stamens of the sky fall to the ground, and they will moisten the earth.

And Merlin himself is gone.

Only Owen had his last whisper in his ear.

- See you in the sea of stars.

The dust settled, and the wind ruffled the broken hair on the boy's forehead.

Stroking the ring on his right index finger, Owen's lips and teeth squirmed, and finally, nothing was spoken.

He just turned around and left the place.

- Who wants to say goodbye to you, climb for the master!

He went straight back to his room and went to bed.

The next day, early in the morning, he got up early.

It's already the end of August.

Owen has already set out to prepare for his return to the UK.

In the morning, Elf Sby made breakfast, and he was sitting in the dining room eating.

It was a corridor with several large walls of glass. Sunlight can easily shine in.

Maybe that's why my grandmother used this as a restaurant.

"Sir, someone is visiting."

Just as he finished the last pie and drank the juice and thought wildly, he heard Siby's voice in his ears.

It was a female elf.

Of course, don't expect the looks of the elves.

Almost indistinguishable from Dobby, Owen is face-blind to elves and can only distinguish them by their voices.

From the day he arrived at the manor, the elf called him young master.

A title that Owen hated the most.

Finally, under his warning with clothes, she reluctantly changed her name to Mr.

"Who's early in the morning!"

She said she was the head of the Magical Disabilities Unit at the Ikul Hospital for the Disabled. Wilma Lawton, say you know him. ”

“？” Owen was stunned, "Wilma Lawton?" What is she doing here? ”

"Oh—it's for the healing."

Owen picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth.

"Go see you."

He is still more attentive to this door-to-door delivery customer.

Treatment—yes—just give money.

If you want to prostitute for nothing, buddy will blow your head out.

Get up and head to the living room.

Sure enough, Wilma Lawton, who hadn't seen her for a few days and was a few years older, had come to ask for his help.

This time, Wilma Lawton's attitude was much more submissive, well.

Presumably it was the priest of Raviyu that frightened her.

The meeting with her was easy, and the two quickly reached an agreement.

Due to the current situation in Egypt and its neighboring countries, the Ikul Hospital for the Disabled will be carrying out a transfer of patients, as well as all deviant patients in the countries bordering the Mediterranean.

The destination is Paris.

With the Federation taking the lead, the French Ministry of Magic will find a place in Paris to properly house them.

And Owen was in charge of the treatment.

As for the cost - the cost of treating a patient, Owen didn't say much.

Three hundred Galleons.

After the agreement was reached, Owen was led by a certain Rozier family Ministry of Magic official to the newly built isolation hospital in the center of Paris that afternoon.

It has to be said that modern magic is really efficient in this aspect of life.

Sick people were sent in one after another.

And Owen also began to treat.

Nearly a month has passed, and almost all of the infected people have deteriorated to a very serious level.

Although the world is so big, there are still wizards who have found a way to delay this symptom, but it is nothing more than a dry pot boiling water, the fire is endless, and the water is added non-stop.

In the afternoon, more than 20 people arrived, and almost all of them were no longer human.

At this time, Owen did not treat them individually.

Prime Minister he doesn't have that much energy, and with his current level of concentration, he has to rest for a long time to treat three or four people.

Therefore, Owen's choice is to channel a part of the mutation magic to everyone first, and curb the deterioration of the condition first, so the advantage is that he can only ensure that all patients will not die violently while waiting, and the disadvantage is that it takes time.

If each patient's poison layer is one hundred, then it is useless for him to subtract one from everyone every day, and it is enough to subtract two, because the mutation is still increasing, which means that it will take him at least fifty days to treat everyone.

And the actual time is three months.

More than ninety days.

From the end of August, when Owen took over the Rozier Hospital for the Disabled, it lasted until the end of November, and the last patient was sent out in almost December.

It has dragged on for so long, first of all, because of the number of patients, there are about three or four hundred wizards in general, and there are still three hundred people who have not survived for a month.

And in addition to wizards, there are thousands of Muggles.

Of course, none of these Muggles were the tourists on the ferries of the [Poseidon War], and in that case, those Muggles, those who were injured, had to give up.

Wizards themselves are hard to protect and cannot be perfect.

Owen treated all of the injured civilians or soldiers after the Muggle army assisted the wizards in clearing out the remaining Children of Omen.

These are the totals, and it is impossible for the hospital to crammed so many patients on the first day of its establishment.

In addition, some patients are severe, others are milder, and the different treatment plans for different people also consume a lot of energy.

In the end, it was Victor who intervened, and he followed Owen in the hospital for nearly a month, and finally invented an alchemical magic prop containing ancient magic.

It looked like a Muggle MRI device

Mildly infected people can use this device to drive out the abnormal magic in the body, its principle is very simple and crude, that is, the ancient magic from the outside world rampages into the patient's body, regardless of his abnormal energy or the wizard's own magic power, all of them are driven away together, similar to Muggle chemotherapy.

However, this thing can only be used on mildly infected people, moderate and severe, if you come like this, people are probably sent away directly.

But it still helped Owen a lot, at least seven or eight hundred of the total number of Muggles were treated by equipment, and there were some follow-up wizards who were unlucky.

Anyway, he was finally relieved before Christmas.

The remaining mildly infected people can be handed over to ordinary therapists who are already proficient in operating the equipment.

Can he still be trapped in a hospital for the rest of his life?

After experiencing this incident, Owen deeply understood a truth.

That is-even if you pick up money, if you pick up too much, it will hurt your mother's back.

Everything is ready.

Owen informed the people of the Federation, then the French Ministry of Magic, and finally put Sbee and a few other elves in charge of the house.

And he himself used the portkey to directly complete the feat of crossing the ocean.

As he stepped out of his safe house in Hogsmeade, he looked at the familiar streetscape and snow-capped houses.

For a moment, there was a feeling of being in a different world.

"Hogwarts!"

"I'm back again!!"

On the muddy path, Owen walked as fast as he could.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning, and it's Wednesday, so he hasn't met the little wizard along the way.

It wasn't until he crossed the ridge and saw Hagrid's hut not far away that he saw a large group of young wizards gathered around Hagrid for a magical animal conservation lesson.

"Hi Owen! Wow! It's really you."

Soon he was discovered.

It's Colin Creevey, the little wizard of Gryffindor who likes to take pictures.

One level smaller than him.

Colin's roar soon attracted the attention of Ginny and Luna.

Then everyone found him.

"Oh my God! I almost don't even recognize you, it's so different.

Can Ginny take a picture for me? Colin's eyes lit up, and he excitedly removed the camera from his neck and handed it to Ginny.

"I'm going to send my mom a picture of me with the big hero."

Owen walked over and greeted Luna.

He and Luna Ginny hadn't seen each other for half a year.

You know, Hermione still has a 'clock door', and sneaking out of the castle is not a problem.

For more than three months, they would sneak to the hospital almost every week, and each time there was a large group of people, Harry, Ron, Justin, Hannah, and Luna Ginny was naturally among them.

Even when Victor invented the Magic Resonance Device, the Twins had a hand in it, and that machine had a part in it.

The good thing is that these two brothers have also won two third-class Merlin medals for their invention of magic devices.

Victor is an exclusive first-class medal.

As for Owen

After saving hundreds of people in three months, he is about to become a magical living saint.

The prestige is close to that of Miss Granger.

Hospitals for the Magical and Handicapped sent him letters asking if he could hang his portrait on the walls of the hospital.

That's why Colin calls him a big hero

(End of chapter)