"Oh—that's a good thing." Hermione said happily, "Now that Voldemort is betrayed, it will be easier and easier to defeat him." ”

"It's not easy—" Owen glanced at Hermione.

Then a bucket of cold water was poured on the little witch's head, "Now we know that Voldemort can also make [Pretenders], if he is given time, he will not be able to pull out an army of [Pretenders], those things are much more loyal than the Death Eaters, they are not afraid of death, and they also have the ability to infect mutations." It's a lot harder to deal with than a simple wizard. ”

"That-" Hearing Owen say this, Hermione's originally happy face instantly closed.

As a direct participant in the Battle of the Poseidon and the First Wizard Purge War, Hermione had seen the infectious ability of the mutant flesh.

Muggles and wizards become evil omen when they are infected.

And that legendary outer god will also create monsters like [Divine Skin Emissary], and he wants to use that kind of mutant flesh and blood.

Then there's the African priest, the [Pretender] in human skin, who seems to be a kind of mutant flesh infected.

But he retained his sanity.

In short, that strange thing is just too dangerous and scary.

If Voldemort had been mad enough to drop it on a massive scale, such as the megacity of London, the number of people he would have infected would be unimaginable.

"Now it's time to strengthen the bond with the new Death Eaters that Bella represents." Owen said, "At least we can know in advance what Voldemort's plot is." ”

"Yes." Hermione nodded.

I have to admit that this is the only way to go.

The two of them talked, their footsteps non-stopping.

In the blink of an eye, I have arrived at the entrance of the principal's office.

They didn't say the order.

But the stone beast still came to life and jumped to the side, and the wall behind it cracked in half, revealing a rising stone staircase, like a spiral escalator.

Stepping up the stairs, the walls clattered behind them.

The staircase went up in a small circle to the gleaming oak door, which had a bronze knocker in the shape of a sphin.

Owen pushed open the oak door of the principal's office.

Inside, the room was half-lit and half-dark, the strange silver instruments on the tables were waiting silently, instead of buzzing and spitting out puffs of smoke as usual, and the portraits of the headmasters on the walls were snored in their frames.

Dumbledore wasn't there.

I guess I went to Magic to discuss things with Barty Crouch.

He expected this.

Glancing at the layout of the room—Owen walked briskly to the corner of the Sorting Hat cabinet, waved his wand, and the lower cabinet opened, and the meditation basin and some glass bottles floated out.

He picked up a new glass bottle, then pulled out his wand in his right hand, pressed the tip of the wand to his temple, and pulled out a strand of silver that he remembered just talking to Bella.

The silver filament was driven by the tip of the staff and fell into the glass bottle.

He then placed the glass bottle in the most prominent position in the cabinet.

"Headmasters, if Professor Dumbledore returns, please inform him to watch this memory, there is important information here." Owen said to the portraits of the former principals on the wall.

"Okay, we'll do it." Principal Daris Derwent opened her eyes and smiled at them.

The healer at St. Goment's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is the kindest of all the principals.

"Hey—you stinky boy, you're disturbing the sleep of us old people again." The condemnation expressed by some of the principals against him.

After all, Owen was a regular visitor to the principal's office, and he used to run here a lot last year.

Sometimes even late at night.

"I'm afraid this kid has already been approved by the office, and he probably won't even need a password to come and go freely." At this moment, another portrait of the headmaster opened, and it was Sirius's great-great-grandfather, Phineas Nigelles Black.

"Boy!" He stared at Owen, "Looks like you'll have a chance to become the Headmaster of Hogwarts in the future!" ”

"When I become the principal, I'll be the first to move you out!" Owen said that this Slytherin Principal, Blackmaster, always quarrels with him, after all, he is not a living person Owen can't do it, a portrait, twitter is really annoying.

"Alright—I'm leaving." He waved his hand and pulled Hermione into the office quickly, without giving Blake the slightest plan to fight back.

Walking down the spiral staircase, Hermione asked him curiously, "Owen, what is the office's endorsement that the headmaster said?" ”

"It's the approval of the principal's office." Owen explains, "Like many things at Hogwarts, the Headmaster's Office has a will of its own. No one else could enter that office except for the approved principal, who could not use passwords. ”

"Wow—" Hermione was surprised, "you didn't seem to have a password just now." Do you really plan to become Headmaster of Hogwarts in the future? ”

"There's this idea." Owen rubbed his chin, "I-don't want to graduate from Hogwarts. ”

The two returned to the auditorium.

George and Fred were nowhere to be seen at the long table.

I guess I've gone home.

But Ginny was still there.

She sat with Luna.

"Where are they?" Owen walked over, "Alright, we're all packed, we're ready to go." ”

Hermione was surprised to see that Ginny was still here.

Her eyes kept darling over Harry and Ginny.

Then he walked briskly forward.

Whisper something to her.

One by one, everyone else in the room stood up.

Everyone gathered together to follow in Owen's footsteps, leaving the auditorium, leaving the courtyard, and walking towards the foot of the mountain.

"So you decided to go with Harry to Paris because he just took one more look at you?"

Luna, Ginny, and Hermione walked side by side.

When Miss Granger learned about the whole story, she couldn't help but cover her forehead.

I really don't know what to say.

"I, I." Ginny suddenly stuttered, and her usual liveliness and bluntness, enthusiasm and bravery were gone.

"Okay, okay!" Hermione rubbed her forehead, she had always hoped that Ginny would be more self-conscious and not put her feelings on Harry, after all, Harry had never shown any liking for Ginny.

But feelings are like that, sometimes they don't transfer by personal will.

"There's a good chance this will be the first time you've spent Christmas alone with Harry." Hermione said that most of the young wizards present had their own business. But keep getting together.

This gave Ginny and Harry the possibility to be alone with each other.

"This is the last time." Ginny said.

She decided to take the initiative this Christmas, maybe it was Owen and Hermione's constant greasy and crooked time together that irritated her, and if it were normal, she wouldn't have had the courage to face Harry.

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded.

The other side.

The group of people had already walked a long way down the mountain.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was starting to howl.

But the little wizards' interest was growing.

Leaving a trail of footprints in the snow, they finally walked out of Hogwarts.

Owen was facing a rock wall.

The Scottish highlands are full of such rock walls, which are probably caused by geological processes.

Hard, quaint, and full of traces of time, the ravines on this rock wall are an epic.

Owen pulled his magic clock out of his pocket.

The wand tapped the hands lightly, and the clock, which had only the hour hand, automatically came to the number five, and then it floated, fitting against the stone wall.

In the next second, the stone wall seemed to turn into water, and the clock actually merged into it in a ripple.

Subsequently, many regular lines began to appear on the stone wall, and the lines became more and more, and finally turned into the appearance of a door.

The door solidifies from nothingness.

It was a brown oak door.

There is a prominent metal number on the door that reads Five.

Owen then pushed the door open.

"Welcome to Paris."

Behind the door, it was Rozier's estate.

"Oh! Oh my God, that's amazing! The little wizards exclaimed.

"What kind of magic is this?" Luna asked, her eyes bulging.

"Is it a portkey?" Ginny said. "No, it's not a portkey."

"We used portkeys in the previous World Cups, and there was basically no difference between the spinning and the illusion. We're now in Paris through a door, and it's so easy. ”

Harry, Ron, and they walked through the gate one by one.

They knew that Owen had such a magic item, but they never asked how it worked.

"It's a Nicolame invention, and I call it any door." Owen said.

Everyone passed through the door, he pulled out his wand, knocked on the door frame, and the next second, the door closed, then blurred into a pattern, and then spit out the clock again.

"The effect is the same as a door key, the benefit is that it can set multiple target locations. But it's a backward product. ”

"Backward products?" Ron raised an eyebrow, "You call this a backward product?" ”

"Victor has improved and invented even better transfer magic. It's the stone gate where we go to his office, where he casts spells. ”

"It's called—Twist and Turn." "It's a magic that can cross continents and move any global coordinates." Much more powerful than this. ”

"Oh my God—I don't know." This time it was Hermione's turn to be surprised, as the only young wizard in the room who had taken the alchemy class, she had never known that Victor had invented such a powerful spell.

"There's so much you don't know." Owen smiled and said, "Snape also invented the Shadowless Charm, does anyone know?" ”

"Alright." He led the young wizards into the manor.

The weather in Paris is slightly warmer than in the Scottish Highlands, but not much.

It's just that it didn't snow.

And mainly because the fire in the manor is strong, so it seems warm and not so cold.

"Spy-Sby!" Coming to the living room, Owen shouted twice towards the empty living room.

In the next second, the elf did not appear.

But a little white beast came out.

It's Hillock.

Honestly, he forgot about this little guy

During the three months in the hospital, it was always the elf who took care of it.

As for Bakar.

Hagrid would have been more than happy to take care of the dragon.

"Meow-" The kitten jumped into his arms.

Then, Sby appeared.

"Sir, you're back." It looked at Owen respectfully, wary of the many young wizards around him.

"Go home for the holidays!" Owen glanced at the female elf, the only difference between male and female elves was voice, anyway, he couldn't tell the difference from his appearance.

So emaciated—there's nothing feminine about it.

He teased the kitten's neck, and then said to the little wizards behind him, "Wherever you are going, look for Spy, and it will take you there."

Well--Rozier's family has a lot of elves--enough to take care of you, well-they're all workers, not slaves. ”

Owen glanced at Hermione with his peripheral vision, and sure enough, the little witch's face became ugly.

"Anyway, she knows where you're going."

"Understood!" Others say.

Neville was the first to find Spy.

He was in a hurry to visit his parents in the hospital.

Harry wasn't in a hurry, he made an appointment with Sirius that he would just have to wait a little at Rozier's manor.

Ron is the same, waiting for Bill.

As for Ginny, she was, of course, where Harry went.

It's just Luna - she's going to the Hidden Places tomorrow (the Enchanted Quarter of Paris, which resembles Diagon Alley). Her father was already waiting for her there.

So only one night at most.

They made a noise in the manor.

Owen and Neville rushed to the hospital.

He had several surgeries to do, and Neville had to take care of his family.

In the afternoon, Sirius arrived at the manor.

Also here are Bill and his girlfriend Fleur.

The two met in Paris, and compared to Fleur, who had just graduated, she had been working hard for several years, and the humorous and well-informed Bill caught Fleur's attention as soon as she appeared.

The two are so smooth sailing.

Fleur also brings her sister Gabrielle Delacul with her.

The little girl had a very good relationship with Harry because of what happened at the top of the Azkaban Tower. The screams of my brothers and sisters are very cute.

The night will be dark.

The owner of the estate has finally returned.

Wenda stepped into the manor alone in a thick black robe with a hood.

The sound of laughter rising in the living room stunned her.

After seeing their identities, she paused and began to take a new step.

In the room, everyone was busy decorating Christmas decorations.

A few people are humming Christmas carols under a huge Christmas tree, and a warm atmosphere rises around.

"Lady Rozier, you." Hermione was the first young wizard to discover Wenda's return.

I don't know why Miss Granger was so scared of the elegant witch in front of her.

It's not that dangerous kind of fear.

Maybe it's because she's a frizzy girl herself, and every time she stays with Wenda, she feels uncomfortable.

"If you don't mind, just call me grandma like Owen." Wenda said flatly.

Spy appeared and took the robe from her.

"Okay, Grandma." Hermione said in a barely audible voice.

She was embarrassed.

But just when she was about to look for the crack in the ground again.

There was another wizard outside the door.

This is an acquaintance of the little wizards, Victor.

"Professor Victor?" Ron: They were surprised.

"How did you come here?" Harry said.

Victor, dressed in a blue robe, walked slowly with a cane in his right hand.

"Teacher." He came to Wenda and said.

"Hmm." On the couch, the witch answered, and then continued to look at the Christmas tree, wandering somewhere.

"Ms. Rozier, is my mentor. Every Christmas we spend together. ”

"That's right!" Then another voice came from outside the door.

Three people walked in.

Hermione Harry: They only knew one of them.

Garona Noem, researcher at the Italian Ministry of Magic.

It was a girl with brilliant blond hair and pale green eyes. Very young, looking only in his twenties.

They had seen it before in the Battle of the Sea Gods.

"The fat man is Winston, and the short man is Kent." Garona smiled brightly at Harry, Hermione, and Sirius.

"Teacher, another year has passed, and you are still so young and beautiful."

"Hey—my name is plump!" The wizard named Winston said angrily.

"Merry Christmas, teacher."

"I don't even know when I got the title of Shorty." Kent said.

"Merry Christmas. Teacher. ”

"Hmm!" Wenda still responded simply. "Just sit down."

The little wizards didn't know much about them.

But Bill seemed to know them well.

A few people talked and laughed.

From the conversation between them, Harry and they could also get a rough idea.

These are the backbone of European countries, from Italy, France, and the German Ministry of Magic.

The young are all very young, the oldest is only twenty-five years old, and the youngest Garona and Victor are only twenty-one years old today.

Oh my God—the little wizards were shocked.

You must know that with Professor Victor's attainments in alchemy, he is said to surpass Dumbledore, and the next generation of alchemy leaders will not be, who would have thought that he was only twenty-one.

They had always thought that Professor Victor was just younger

In addition, the attentive Hermione also discovered that all three people, including Professor Victor, had disabilities.

Professor Victor was lame.

Garona's left eye was a little unnatural, and she thought it was the magic eye.

Kent's left hand is a prosthetic.

Winston has a prosthetic arm for the entire length of his left arm.

Owen had told her that Victor's lame leg might have been caused by his research on ancient magic, and that he tried to use ancient magic to strengthen his body, but when he failed, his right leg fell and became disabled.

Because of ancient magic, modern healing methods are useless.

He could only keep it like this.

But now he should have the ability to heal himself, but for some reason he has been dragging it out.

Maybe give yourself a warning!

And the other three, they may also be the reason.

She withdrew her gaze.

His eyes fell back on Wenda.

The woman who blends with melancholy never seems to laugh.

She sat on the sofa like a statue born in the hands of an ancient Greek craftsman, alive from Venus, the goddess of beauty.

The orange-red light of the fire covered her with a gentle blanket, but the more she did, the more depressed she became.

It doesn't fit in with the hilarious atmosphere around you.

"Grandma." The second time she spoke, Hermione seemed much more crisp, as if the title wasn't so hard to say.

"Hmm!" Wenda responded.

"You're the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Hermione said, "What kind of school is that?" How is it different from Hogwarts? ”

She stirred up the topic.

Wenda's gaze fell from the Christmas tree to Hermione.

She knew what the little witch in front of her meant.

There was a pause for about a few seconds.

For Hermione, it seemed like centuries later, Wenda finally spoke: "Durmstrang has a castle like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But it's not as big as Hogwarts Castle. ”

She said slowly.

Hermione beckoned, and the other wizards came over.

This is the headmaster of a magic school!

Converted to Dumbledore's own telling them about the face and history of Hogwarts, this kind of novel experience is not usually appreciated by ordinary people.

"It's only four floors, and it can only be lit when magic is cast. Outside the castle there are vast grounds and stunning views. There is also a mountain lake at the back of the school, where some large, dark, ghostly boats dock.

Students also dive here in the summer. ”

She said slowly, at this moment Wenda is like a real grandmother, telling this distant story to her juniors in a gentle tone.

These stories are mixed with anecdotes from the castle of the past and displays of some of Durmstrand's powerful war magic.

In the living room, there are all kinds of sounds coming from time to time.

It was the sound of the War Curse.

Accompanied by the exclamations of the little wizards, it added a touch of richness to the manor. Brilliant fantasy colors.

"It's hilarious."

At this time, the closed gate of the manor suddenly opened.

The sound of the howling wind poured into the living room.

Everyone's attention subconsciously gathered.

It was as tall and thin as Dumbledore, wearing a suit and a trench coat and a pair of leather boots.

Short silver-white hair, handsome facial features, clear contours, deep eyes, handsome and evil face.

Those heterochromatic eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

The voice of the storyteller suddenly stopped.

Everyone recognized the man's identity.

Gellert Grindelwald.

"Oh! Oh, my God. Ron let out an exclamation, looking excited.

"Harry, do you see that?"

"Even though I have glasses, my vision is normal." Harry said.

Legends about Grindelwald are widespread at Hogwarts.

Of course—it was his affair with Headmaster Dumbledore that was very poisonous.

Everybody loved that story.

Harry is a senior member of Grindelwald's secret society.

"You're back." Wenda got up and looked at the man affectionately.

Grindelwald walked step by step with graceful and calm steps.

There is a different kind of confidence and strength in him, which can't help but make people addicted.

"It's not difficult to play with moles, but it's very draining." He said flatly, not sitting on the couch.

He conjured a wooden chair around the fire.

Then he leaned in lazily. "It's not a good job to talk to a bunch of fools who think they're smart."

"So somebody told me to take a break."

"Dumbledore?" Wenda asked calmly.

(End of chapter)