The argument between the two legendary wizards is nothing more than a question of whether the power of the Federation can be regulated.

If he could, then Dumbledore would also agree to expand the Federation's enforcement efforts.

If he can't, he'd rather take his time at this pace.

There is no right or wrong way to do this.

But—for Hermione, she'd seen the dangers of the Pretender firsthand, and had fought with it.

Coupled with the depth of the erosion of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, it is completely useless, and it also provides intelligence to the enemy.

All of this made her even more partial to Mr. Grindelwald's hardlines.

She supports the use of more power in times of crisis.

As for the question of how to reduce the encroachment on individuals brought about by power in the future, it can only be put on hold for the time being.

However, Hermione was unable to speak her mind.

Because just as she was thinking.

Owen is back.

Take Neville with you.

"What's going on today?" When he walked into the restaurant, he was startled by the battle in front of him.

What's going on?

So neat?

In one afternoon he dealt with five or six seriously infected people.

The rest are accompanied by another curse.

Most of those Americans were digging up ancient ruins, and in addition to the mutations, of course, the magic traps in the ruins.

He wouldn't be able to help with that.

What a healer!

You can only ask a professional healer to go first, and then he will carry out follow-up treatment after the curse is lifted.

As for Neville – his parents' treatment was good.

Under his grooming, the soul was greatly replenished and restored.

However, the sudden saturation of the soul will put the body into a protective coma.

I will probably be in a coma for a while, and after waking up, I may wake up directly.

Even if you can't, you'll regain some of your consciousness.

"You're finally back." Hermione looked at him in surprise, then silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god - she almost choked.

It's a bad feeling to be stared at by a legendary wizard.

"Hmm!" He nodded, then walked towards Wenda, "Merry Christmas!" Grandmother. ”

Then Owen glanced in the direction of Grindelwald again, and then said nonchalantly, "You are happy too!" ”

Hmph—he shook his neck and walked over to Hermione.

It's been a whole year!

All year round!

Not a single letter was sent. There is no love anymore.

As for his grandfather

He ignored Owen's resentful eyes and carefully observed the little one.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, and this kid has changed too much.

He didn't know any.

Not only the appearance and figure, but also the temperament have undergone amazing changes.

From a false flamboyant indifference - to mildness.

He was surprised by the fact that he had a Dumbledore-esque aura all over his body.

He couldn't help but shift his gaze to the old principal.

Then he noticed that the other party was looking at him with a kind of triumphant smile.

Tsk – boring.

Grindelwald scoffed in response to Dumbledore's childishness.

Then he looked at Owen again, "You're back just in time." ”

He said, "What do you do about [the Pretender]?" ”

"Cope?" Owen raised an eyebrow and transformed a chair beside Miss Granger, "Why should you deal with it?" ”

"I think it's a genius idea to assimilate the species and life of the entire planet into an independent consciousness that can call itself a god, and the world will become a heavenly kingdom on earth with eternal peace.

I don't understand?

Why would people with such means be stupid, idiots, sick heads in pursuit of eternal life and young bodies?

The more I came into contact with other people, the more I understood, O human beings! It's really a hopeless life, as a human being, there is really a limit to ability, the more a person plays with conspiracy, the more he will stumble in unexpected situations, and he will become an existence beyond human beings! Bastard!

I-don't want to be a man anymore."

The sudden madness of someone dissipated the tension that hung over the long table in an instant.

Everyone looked at Owen like a madman.

Surprised by his crazy idea.

As for Owen, he was fine, looking indifferent, sitting steadily, as if he wasn't the one who had just gone crazy.

"Hmm-" Grindelwald snorted softly in silence.

Sure enough—the kid had been spoiled by Dumbledore.

And Owen, who had been hungry for a long time, put his chest on his back, but he didn't wait for others and started to cook on his own.

Because he felt that grandma, grandfather and the principal, these three people were not hungry at all! When they have a table, it's time for them to lie down.

Shaking teeth, biting at the foie gras on the plate.

The sound of swallowing instantly eased the dull atmosphere around them.

Owen was like a palliative, and after that, the little wizards also began to come alive.

The Saints and the Order of the Phoenix also chatted separately.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

She found that the big family in front of her was intricate, and it seemed that the two giants were involved with each other, but in fact, everyone present was inextricably linked to Owen, and they were sitting here because Owen was here.

He's the key man.

It is the absolute protagonist of the banquet.

Thankfully - he came back in time.

"Eat!" Owen said that he had always been a feeding habit with little witches.

He placed a few slices of duck meat into the little witch's plate with a levitation charm.

A hint of warmth flashed in Hermione's eyes, and then she lowered her head shyly under a few glances.

"Thank you." She whispered, then picked up her knife and fork and began to savor the food on her plate.

Owen smiled slightly, she was so cute.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people around, he would definitely not be able to resist kissing her.

And all of this naturally fell into the eyes of other wizards, including his grandfather and grandmother.

Fleur smiled sweetly as her eyes drifted from Owen and Hermione to Bill.

It seemed to remind him.

And Bill also understood, and immediately gentlemanly poured her a glass of red wine.

Then clink glasses and drink with them.

On the saint's side, Roy's eyes lit up and he looked at the two of them with great pleasure.

I couldn't close my mouth and smiled.

She was the happiest, and this was exactly what her sister wanted to see.

Sirius, on the other hand, was talking to Harry the whole time.

It seems to be apologizing that he was too busy to spend Christmas with him.

Harry shook his head vigorously, indicating that this was already good.

In the bottom of his heart, having a loved one who truly loves him is more important than anything else.

On top of that, Sirius noticed that the Weasley girl seemed to be secretly observing herself—or Harry beside her.

He knew the affection in his eyes all too well, and he saw it often in the eyes of James and Lily.

Then the godfather of the dog, who had never been in a relationship, told Harry about it directly.

Now, Ginny, who heard the sound, blushed.

Her eyes widened - she looked at Sirius in amazement, not understanding why he could say it so bluntly.

Then Harry's green eyes were in plain sight.

Ginny's face turned even redder, she lowered her head and whispered, "Harry, I ......"

Harry's face was slightly hot, and he didn't know if the elves had burned the fireplace too hot, or if it was something else.

Oh - oh my god - he never realized that Ginny had grown up and was a beautiful girl on her own.

In his memory, Ginny seemed to be the little girl who followed Mrs. Weasley.

But there's no denying it.

She is indeed very beautiful.

The body is slender and well-proportioned, and the hair is long and straight. She always had a vibrant smile on her face and, like Hermione, she was quite an independent girl, as evidenced by this year's Quidditch tryouts, where she provided Ron with a series of goalkeeping training, which she had collected and traced on her own.

In the lounge, the girl's high-pitched appearance is very attractive.

Angelina told him more than once that when they graduate next year, they will recruit Ginny into the team, or recruit her as a substitute now, and slowly cultivate.

Angelina thinks she's talented.

As for Ginny's thoughts, of course Harry knew that he was not a fool.

Before, he must have had no feelings for Ginny.

But now- Harry was at a loss.

I don't know what to say, there seems to be a throbbing in my heart, but it's not enough for him to speak.

He could only quickly avoid Ginny's gaze and cling to the food on his plate.

The little girl was not disappointed, on the contrary, she was delighted, because Harry's reaction had exceeded her expectations, and she had expected the boy to refuse.

Now it seems - it seems.

Ginny's face flushed, and sure enough, she was right to come along!

And so it is – the Christmas dinner has finally returned to its original meaning.

Reunion – family – lovers.

This is the eternal theme of Christmas.

Outside strife, on this day, let them wait outside the house for the time being, enjoy the night!

It's a fresh start for the new.

——————

Half an hour passed.

The dinner came to an end.

His grandfather was the first to get up.

He left at a hurry, as if he had something important to do.

Dumbledore didn't follow.

He chatted with Sirius and Bill for a while, looking like they were laying out some plan.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Owen stepped forward and gave Dumbledore the information that Kelly had sent to Bella in the afternoon.

The two also talked for a while, and the main content was Bella and the Department of Mysteries.

The old headmaster looked worried, he seemed to know the powerful 'time magic item' in the Department of Mysteries, and after a moment of contemplation, he also left the manor.

It seems that there is a solution.

On the other side, the Saints were left with only Victor, the witch who claimed to be his aunt, Roy, who held his face and kissed him the cheek, also left with a smile on his face.

This made Miss Granger on the side look strange immediately.

She wasn't jealous or anything—she just thought that 'aunt' was weird.

If she had anything to do with Owen's mother, she should have said it openly - it was strange to hide it.

On the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius and Moody didn't stop long.

It was clear that the wind and snow outside were already very heavy, but they left in a hurry.

Bill and Fleur didn't stay either, and it made sense that they were in a hurry to date a two-person world.

Neville also left.

He was going to be with his parents.

For the first time in fifteen years, a light of hope shone on him.

After the hurried, only Owen, Hermione, Harry Ron, Ginny, and Luna were left.

In the evening, the young wizards sat around the fire and talked for a long time, from Neville to Harry, from the love of the school girls to what Dumbledore was planning.

In short, it's late.

It wasn't until Grandma, as if possessed by Professor McGonagall, came to the living room to chase people away, that they each returned to their rooms.

After a night.

On Christmas morning, Owen woke up to find the foot of his bed full of presents.

Like Lego bricks, they are stacked upwards layer by layer, and the tallest one is almost touching the ceiling.

He struggled through the gifts, washed up, and pushed open the door.

Compared to him, the other little wizards seemed much happier.

"Ha - this year's harvest!" Ron triumphantly pushed open his door and stepped inside.

Across the door from him was Harry.

The two just happened to bump into each other.

"Thank you, for your broom compass, it's amazing, it's a hundred times better than Hermione's, she actually gave me a Defence Against the Dark Arts study book, I don't know what she thinks-it's a holiday-it's a holiday!"

Harry also had a red-covered notebook in his hand, and when he opened it, it was full of Hermione's handwriting, and each page was a detailed description of a certain Defence Against the Dark Arts, although most of them had been mastered by Harry, but it was still quite good to check and fill in the gaps.

That's it - this notebook will speak for itself, as soon as you turn a page, if you don't read it, the notebook will keep shouting "Today's business, today's end!" ”

Remind you that you must finish watching it.

"Sirius gave me a set of books, too." "It's called Practical Defensive Magic and Restraint from the Dark Arts," Harry said. ”

"Professor Lupin gave me a copy of "One Hundred Common Dark Creatures and How to Deal with Them."

"Oh—Merlin's beard." Ron sighed, "What do they think?" Are we going to go to some war? ”

"Owen, what about you?" Ron looked at him.

"Me?" Owen rubbed his head, then slammed his right foot against the door, leaning against the doorframe.

The next second, Harry and Ron were startled by the gifts that filled the room.

That's too much to count.

It can only be described as a stuffed house.

"This"

"It's all from the patients." Owen said, "I won't demolish it this year, it's too much." ”

The three of them then walked down the stairs side by side.

At the long table in the dining room, I saw the girls talking happily.

They seemed to wake up early in the morning.

"What's the arrangement today?" Ron sat down excitedly.

An elf appeared on the side, and then served breakfast.

"I'm going to take this opportunity to go to Paris, I've never been to France before."

"Me too." Harry followed.

It's the first time he's been abroad.

The Dursleys used to travel abroad every summer vacation, and of course they didn't take him with them. At that time, he was not envious, because it meant that he was the only one in the house for at least ten days or more, and that was a period of freedom.

"Okay, I'll take you out for a walk."

Simply had breakfast.

The group set off.

After leaving the manor, Owen took them directly to the apparition.

When they reappeared, they had already arrived on a hidden street in the center of Paris.

There were a lot of Muggles coming and going, and there were bands playing in the streets.

The Christmas spirit is in full swing.

But they didn't stop.

Along an old alleyway road, they walked into a slightly dilapidated neighborhood.

The architecture here is still in the early 20th century, and it is a bit out of place with the metropolis outside.

However, compared to the modern city, this has more of a sense of history.

Compared with the bizarre high-rise buildings, this kind of place can really make the little wizard feel familiar.

Shortly after entering the block, I had just walked down a flight of stairs.

A statue of a young girl appeared in front of everyone.

Such statues are quite common in Paris, and most of them belong to the Renaissance period.

The girl in front of her had fluffy curly hair, slender legs, bare breasts, and a long flowing skirt that spread to the base of the statue.

"That's it." Owen looked around.

Then Wandless quietly cast a spell, "Confusing—"

In the next second, a demonic wind suddenly struck, and all the Muggles around were covered by the wind and sand, and they lowered their heads and covered their noses one by one.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone rushed in, and quickly got into it from under the skirt of the statue of the girl who suddenly came to life.

There was a moment of silence.

It's like King's Cross Station passing through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

A sense of urgency followed, and the noise and explosions suddenly reached their ears.

"Welcome, Hideaway."

Ahead – is the old Victorian street market.

Countless wizards, dressed in different costumes, squeezed through the crowd side by side.

They were at a crossroads, with a magic circus in the middle.

Brilliant fireworks shoot into the sky from the fire on the top of the circus tent.

Then a brilliant scene exploded.

Even in the daytime, the fireworks are very eye-catching.

"Oh - look at that firework."

Suddenly, Harry's gaze was drawn to the view above the sky.

Everyone looked up.

I saw that out of the explosion of fireworks came a witch in a wizard's robe, waving her wand.

A black galaxy with a little starlight sprinkled down, and then countless stars fell, turning into meteors, which looked quite spectacular.

Although they couldn't see the face of the witch in the fireworks, it was obvious that the witch was Miss Granger.

"They actually made you into a firework!" Ron said in shock.

"What? Are you envious? Owen stared at the fireworks in the sky, "They should pay a fee for the use of the portrait." ”

"Of course - Hermione is world-famous right now. In terms of fame, she was almost on par with Dumbledore. ”

"That's what people deserve." "If you can beat those strong opponents, you'll be famous." ”

Hearing this, Ron just sighed and didn't respond.

He himself knows his strength.

It's better than the little wizards at Hogwarts, and if he really had to face those vicious dark wizards, he didn't have much confidence that he would win.

(End of chapter)