Could it be that sixteen-year-old Tom has come back to life?

So it had a big impact on Harry?

It's a great possibility, and Owen is convinced.

But can Bella move so fast?

As he pondered, Harry continued, "I see—I see that I'm eating people. ”

"Cannibalism?" Owen raised an eyebrow?

What a hardcore dream this is.

"Not a human being either—he looks like a ghost, and I look like a ghost." "I feel like I'm in Hogwarts, and even though it's all white, I still have the feeling that I'm in a castle." ”

"In the castle?" Owen's face sank. Did Voldemort sneak into Hogwarts?

Damn—Dumbledore wasn't here at this time.

"What else? What else do you hear? ”

Seriously, Owen really wanted to take a look for himself, because most of the memories that could be said were supplemented by the brain, and some details and irrationalities were likely to be hidden.

"I've heard a couple of conversations." Harry gasped and said with a pale face, "It seems that outside the castle, there were several people talking, someone infiltrated the Ministry of Magic to steal something, but it didn't work, he was discovered, and then- and then someone died, I couldn't tell if that person was a thief or an employee of the Ministry of Magic, anyway, the dead person's soul appeared in the castle, and then I ate it." ”

"Huh?" Owen was confused.

What is this?

"It's a dream, Harry." Ron on the side said lightly, "And it's messy and there is no logic at all." ”

"No—it's not a dream!" Harry said furiously, "It's not a dream, it's not a dream, I saw it, I was there, my scars hurt, you know?" The front was a mess, but in the back, it was so real that I could even remember what that person's soul tasted like. ”

Owen was silent.

Although Harry's statement was a mess, he heard a crucial passage.

Someone infiltrated the Ministry of Magic to steal something!!

Recall the original story in my memory.

During this time, it seems that Voldemort wanted to know the full prophecy of Professor Trelawney about the Messiah, so he sent Nagini to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic to steal the prophecy orb.

Mr. Arthur Weasley was on duty that day, and he was attacked by Nagini.

Wait—Suddenly Owen was stunned.

Nagini is now in Nicolame's safe house, and he's trying to find a cure for the Blood Curse.

However, judging from the fact that there has been no response for several years, Nick himself is estimated to be powerless against the Blood Curse, and can no longer transform Nagini back.

Owen can be assured that the Nagini he saw was not a Horcrux yet.

She didn't have the sinister magic of a Horcrux, just the cruelty of a beast.

That is, Voldemort did not meet Nagini in this world.

Originally, in the story, he was supposed to be in the first grade, and after Quirrell's death, he met her after he turned back into a remnant.

Otherwise, according to the connection between Voldemort and Nagini, he would definitely take Nagini with him when he infiltrated Hogwarts.

Doesn't that mean that Voldemort should still have a Horcrux.

A new Horcrux that wasn't in the original story?

It's a nuisance.

Although these Horcruxes will be separated after the death of the outer gods, the thought that there may be several Voldemorts in the future can be very uncomfortable.

Wait—it's not a matter of thinking about Horcruxes now—this keeps Harry Potter busy, and the question now is the dead wizard - it can't be Mr. Arthur!

"Harry—do you see what that soul looks like?" Owen asked, "Is it a man or a woman, and how is your figure?" ”

"I didn't see clearly?" Harry's heart tightened, because Owen suddenly showed some urgency, which made him worry too.

"It's so dim, and the ghost glows silver all over it, I can't even make out his face."

"Yes!" Owen said hurriedly, "Think about it, if it's Ron his father." ”

At this time, I can't care about anything else, so I will confirm my identity first.

As for Ron—his playful face froze suddenly. He looked at Owen with a strange look in his eyes.

"You don't really believe what Harry says! It was just his dream! ”

Harry ignored Ron, who was still making a fool of himself.

He frowned and recalled carefully.

As for Hermione on the side, she gradually became vigilant, and the little witch realized that what Harry was seeing might not be a dream.

"No—not really."

After a moment, Harry looked up again, "I know Mr. Arthur, that ghost looks taller than him. ”

"It's not good news, because it's dead, but someone can rejoice." Owen glanced at Ron. Then he looked back at Harry, "Do you know the intruder, that thief who came to steal something?" ”

"I don't know—" Harry paused, "but it must be something, something Voldemort cared about, and I felt his urgency." ”

"Tsk-" Owen pouted, "not good news. ”

If Voldemort did get his hands on the prophecy orb, he would have suffered.

He glanced at Harry with some pity.

Harry, on the other hand, was a little uneasy by Owen's gaze.

In the original story, Voldemort did not know that Harry was his Horcrux.

When he found out that Harry was able to invade his consciousness, he probably thought that the blood he used for Harry when he was resurrected and his mother's spell were both present in his body, which was why there was such a connection - Dumbledore's little scheme.

After all, even if Voldemort wanted to break his head, he would not have guessed that after he was rebounded by his own killing curse, his already unstable soul would split and attach to Harry's body.

Who could have guessed that?

But if—if Voldemort knew the whole of the prophecy.

Then he would most likely realize that Harry was his Horcrux.

To understand this prophecy, Professor Trelawney's original full prophecy: "The man who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord has approached...... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times, at the end of the seventh month...... The Dark Lord marks him as his fierce rival, but he will have powers that the Dark Lord does not understand...... And one of them must die at the hands of the other, because two cannot both live, only one can survive......... The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month......"

Snape heard only the first three words in the doorway: "The man who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord has approached...... Born into a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times, he was born at the end of the seventh month......"

So don't say anything about why Voldemort had to kill Harry Potter, if he didn't kill him, wouldn't what happened later?

That's because Voldemort didn't know the full prophecy at all. The first three prophecies just say that he has an enemy to be born and that he is going to kill that enemy - isn't that normal?

The most important sentence in the entire prophecy: the Dark Lord marks him as his rival, but he will have an energy that the Dark Lord does not understand.

Considering that his body was destroyed by the Killing Curse, Voldemort probably realized that part of his soul was attached to Harry at that time, which is called the mark.

If Voldemort really realized, then Harry would be miserable, because if Harry wanted to kill the part of his soul that did not belong to him, Voldemort could only do it, how could Voldemort destroy his own Horcrux in this situation?

When the outer gods died, Harry would either die outright, or his soul would be twisted into some kind of monster.

Or in order to completely destroy Voldemort - you can only ask the savior to go on the road.

In short, the ending is miserable.

"Dumbledore should be told about this." Hermione hurriedly spoke.

If Harry's words were true, it was - a dark wizard had been mixed up in the castle - and it was probably Voldemort himself.

What a thriller unfolds.

"Yes, do it now." Owen beckoned, and the three little ones immediately followed him.

The group walked all the way through the castle corridors and across the drawbridge to the tower where the alchemy professor's office was located.

Fourth floor - Owen pushes open the door to Victor's office.

"Something's wrong!" He said.

In the room, Victor, who was studying a manuscript at his desk, slowly raised his head, "What's wrong?" ”

"There may have been a dark wizard infiltrating the castle—and most likely, Voldemort himself." Owen opened his mouth and said solemnly. "I'm going to see the headmaster right away."

Hearing this, Victor frowned, but did not ask anything more.

He slowly got up, and the armor on his arm automatically extended, turning into a walking stick.

Then he stood up with his cane and tapped the ground.

All of a sudden, the ground lit up with a blue light.

It was only then that the young wizards noticed that the floor of his office was carved with an intricate ancient runi.

His hand seemed to be pulling a thread.

The next moment, the masonry on the ground floated up one by one.

Stacked on top of each other, almost in the blink of an eye, a stone door appeared with two people side by side.

He trembled and walked to the stone door, his staff banging on the stone door.

Like a flint and steel, after a burst of light, the stone gate took on the appearance of another place.

Victor didn't stop at all, he strode in.

And Owen also stepped in with the other little wizards.

It's like a different world.

After passing through a golden hall, several people entered a passageway.

At the end of the passage, push open the door.

A huge circular hall appeared in front of everyone.

It is more than a dozen feet high.

More than 100 candles emit an uncertain fire between the hanging branches.

Like the venue of the United Nations Headquarters, countless stepped seats spread down one after another.

Ahead, behind the rostrum, is a huge gilt badge, a wand runs through a huge M, the left and right scales drag this M, and the ring of the badge is written in English with a capital letter: International Federation of Wizards.

"Where is this?" The little wizards looked at everything here with curiosity.

Such a splendid and huge building caused them to unconsciously sigh in amazement.

"Federation headquarters." Owen said lightly.

Although he hasn't been here, he can guess.

"Owen?" In front of them, a man suddenly stood up and waved at them.

When a few people heard the reputation, it turned out to be Percy.

"How did you get here?" Percy stepped forward, his face was pale, with a thick layer of dark circles, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had stayed up all night for days.

"We have something to ask Headmaster Dumbledore." Hermione spoke.

Then another person stepped forward, "Dumbledore isn't here, he's in the office." ”

"Yo! Isn't this Mr. Obo Benny! You've been assigned here too? ”

Aobo Benny of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the British Ministry of Magic, a young magical officer who also had a big show with Owen in his second year.

Owen's playful voice reached Mr. Aubo Benny's ears, and a trace of resentment flashed across his face, followed by indignation, "Barty Crouch, that political monster, has now done whatever it takes to exclude dissent. Most of the officials who supported Dumbledore were cleared out of England by him. ”

"Oh! Will the Ministry of Magic still work? Owen asked curiously.

"It's not going to break down right away." Mr. Aubo Benny said, "Okay, I'll lead the way." ”

He managed to squeeze out a smile, and then led the young wizards in a certain direction.

Along the way, the wizards they saw were all in a hurry.

From time to time, a few curses were heard.

They're all like, stupid, idiots, and so on.

Others, they noticed Owen and Hermione.

In the midst of my busy schedule, I took a little time to come up and greet them with a smile.

"Hello, Miss Granger."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

They were both enthusiastic and not too enthusiastic, and because they were busy with work, they could only say hello and then have to leave in a hurry.

"You're so popular right now!" Ron looked at Hermione with some amusement.

He couldn't feel it at school.

As soon as they came outside, the wizards who were well-dressed and looked like big names came up to greet Hermione happily when they saw hermione.

This kind of prestige makes him envious.

If only I could have such prestige one day, Ron couldn't help but think like this in his heart.

"It's all Owen's work, I'm just wearing a false name." Hermione explained in a serious way that she wasn't complacent about it, because she knew very well in her heart that these were all given to her by Owen.

"It's also inseparable from your efforts." Owen looked at her with a smile, "If he's a fool, he will be exposed quickly if he wants to be famous." ”

Although Owen didn't refer to who the idiot really was.

But both Harry and Ron felt that he was talking about himself.

About five minutes later, the group came to a mahogany door. But there was a lot of talk in the room, and there was a lot of noise, as if Dumbledore was entertaining many people.

Aubo Benny knocked three times, and the voice inside suddenly stopped, as if it had been turned off.

The door opened of its own accord, and they entered, and it was very bright. The floor is clean, glowing marble, flanked by rows of bookshelves and wizard portraits.

There was only one desk in the office, and behind the table was a huge floor-to-ceiling window that looked out of the circular meeting place they had just seen.

"Oh, it's you!" Dumbledore sat in a high-backed chair behind his desk.

Dressed in a dark blue robe with purple and gold trimmings, he looked energetic, his piercing blue eyes staring at the few people who walked into the office.

There were three other people in the office besides Dumbledore.

Two acquaintances, Owen's grandmother - Wenda Rozier.

and Ilvermorny's Headmaster, Yuralie Hicks.

The last one, Owen didn't know, or rather hadn't met him, but he had seen it in the newspapers.

Dressed in a black cloak, with a cold expression, with gray hair and brown eyes, he looked about forty or fifty years old, and exuded a strong temperament all over his body.

This person is none other than the current president of the Magical Congress of the United States, Samuel J. G. Kohaug.

"Professor, Harry." Hermione immediately opened her mouth to say: Harry had a dream about Voldemort invading Hogwarts. It's just that when this comes to the lips, how can it feel so ridiculous?

Moreover, the atmosphere in the office was very oppressive, and she guessed at once that they were discussing something very important, and if she said this, would she be kicked out by the serious-looking wizard?

At this point—Owen reached out and patted her arm, motioning for the matter to be left to himself.

He muttered for a moment, letting Miss Granger's anxiety melt into nothingness, and only when the wizards present were a little impatient did he speak.

Samuel S. Chairman G. Kohaug! I know you. In the newspapers, of course. After a few moments, Owen finally spoke, and he stared at the middle-aged man, "What are you going to do with the ruins off the coast of Brazil." ”

He had received a letter from his grandfather yesterday, so it was easy to guess why he was here.

"Who are you?" Chairman Kohaug looked displeased, and he dragged out his tail note heavily, staring at Owen with contempt, "Little wizard at Hogwarts? ”

He guessed the identities of several people.

Because of the Christmas break, Owen and Hermione didn't wear their school uniforms.

"Adult's business"

"As the chief physician, I think I still have the right to know what you're doing, right?" Owen looked at him flatly, the corners of his mouth outlining a dangerous arc.

He didn't like any of these officials, because they had no other purpose than to cause chaos and help.

Take the case in Brazil, for example.

He has just solved an Italy on the front foot, and this group of goods will be a whole Brazil, if he doesn't ignite the fire, it will really be muddy.

"You-" Hearing Owen say this, Samuel Chairman G. Kohaug finally remembered Owen's identity from the front, unidentified gender, but with his trademark silver hair.

The attending physician at Rozier's Hospital for the Physically Handicapped.

In the face of such an identity, he finally mentioned a little respect.

"This is an American magic secret, and I have no right to tell you."

"What a classic answer." Owen chuckled and rubbed his neck, looking very tired, "Well, since you don't be honest with us, then Rozier Hospital will say goodbye to America too." Your wounded will heal themselves.

It's irritating to work overtime at Christmas. ”

"You" Samuel S. Chairman G. Korhaug was furious, no one had ever rejected him so bluntly, and today—his eyes wandered over Dumbledore and the woman who was in her sixties or seventies but still in her early thirties.

In an instant, the anger was even stronger.

At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a beast, and said coldly to Owen in a tone that could spit out blood, "I advise you not to do this. ”

"Oh?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

Threat?

Is it a threat to him?

It's been a long time since anyone threatened him, and I really miss him.

"I'm sorry, the hospital will be closed tomorrow, do you believe it?"

"You're going against the whole American wizards, and it's not doing you any good." Chairman Kohaug said coldly.

"It's hard to buy a thousand dollars, I'm willing." Owen said lightly.

"Hmph-" Samuel S. Chairman G. Kohaug's cheeks twitched, apparently enduring the monstrous anger, and he did not speak immediately, but looked at Owen quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After about a few dozen seconds, his eyes suddenly widened.

It was as if I remembered something.

"I suddenly remembered that the little wizard of Hogwarts who had a confrontation with one of our Ilvermorny witches in February and both of them were unconscious at the same time!"

"So what?" Owen said dismissively.

"Should I suspect that the witch, Koatl Stewart, died less than three months after she left England after the Goblet of Fire?"

"What?"

"Koyatl is dead?"

"Can't believe it? How could she? ”

Mr. Chairman in front of him suddenly broke out with shocking news.

Almost immediately, it caused a shock among the young wizards present.

Both Hermione and Harry Ron looked at the principal of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Julie Hicks, in disbelief.

The other party did not plead, just tensed his face and nodded.

"You can really make excuses for leaving Hogwarts for three months and then suddenly dying, I think she was seriously ill before she came to England, and the Wizarding Congress of the United States was not interested in its own little wizards, forcing the terminally ill little wizards to participate in dangerous games like the Goblet of Fire, and ultimately hastening poor Koyatl's death." Owen opened his mouth to talk nonsense, but his expression seemed to be swearing, as if this was what happened.

It seems that he was not frightened by the black cauldron of the chairman in front of him.

He looked directly at the other party, "I think this kind of news, the public wants to believe it." ”

"Seriously ill?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Terminally ill?" Ron let out a sigh as well.

The two fools really believed Owen's words.

All of a sudden, a great sense of guilt welled up in their hearts.

It turns out that the reason why the crazy girl behaved so flamboyantly was because her life was short?

He actually fought with a patient, and the huge guilt overwhelmed the two of them.

Seeing the two people around him, Owen couldn't help but sigh lightly, look - this is a person with a conscience, and then look at the political monster in front of him, there is only a haze on his face, and this is not because of the girl's death, but because Owen is threatening him.

"Hmph—" he snorted softly, "the Ilvermorny professors and students will face the world in the face that Miss Koyatl has nothing wrong with her health. ”

"But readers will only believe the truth they want to believe." Owen is facing his head. "Do you think they would believe the words of a power agency like the Magic Congress compared to a healer who has treated hundreds of people?"

(End of chapter)