"And now?" Koyatl quickly regrouped, "Where is this?" How did I end up in this place again? ”

"Hmm-" Shani said slowly, "though I don't understand how you ended up in such a place last time. ”

"But the reason you're here now is because of him." She gestured to Ron.

"He-" Koyatl glanced at Ron, "you guys?" Is it a relative? ”

The same red hair, and the woman in front of her seems to have seen it herself.

She seems to be called Shanee Weasley?

It's also the Weasleys, maybe she's Ron's ancestor?

"Yes." Shani reached out and rubbed Koyatl's head, and said, "Maybe you have already come into contact with the heirs of ancient magic of this generation, and I used to have such an identity. ”

She said, but the smile on her face slowly retracted, "That's not a good identity." I lost a lot for it. ”

"After I died, maybe it was this identity that allowed part of my will to be passed down through the bloodline. Ron Jr. is the best descendant of my bloodline. ”

"It's amazing, it's something that has never happened in history, and it probably has something to do with the fact that generations of heirs have been members of the Weasley family."

"Generations?" Koyatl expressed surprise, this is not the same as some of the history she knows, isn't the identity of the heir random?

"As for why I'm here?" A smile resurfaced on Shani's face.

"Then guess what."

"You must understand, Miss Boyatle, that the story you and Ronnie share is hitherto unknown, that no one has ever set foot in this magical realm, that it is a series of coincidences and inevitable creatures, full of fateful and wonderful arrangements."

"Is it because of blood?" Koyatl frowned, in the last memories of her own blood mixed with Ron's.

"I have ancient magic in my body, so I have reawakened your consciousness."

"Yes." Shani nodded, "But not exactly, this is the final fuse, and the powder keg is ready before that." ”

"Could it be before me and her. There was a clash and I remember our wands coming together. Owen said that only a wand with a wand heart that belonged to a brother of the same magical animal would only happen to the wand, like a flashback charm" Ron's eyes rolled wildly, and his answer was quickly given.

"That's right, but sooner—" Shani said with a smile as she stopped selling the off-label and explained, "Ronnie, on that train, when my juniors threatened you and Harry with a spell, the ancient magic that overflowed from him awakened the power in your veins. ”

"Trains?" Ron scratched his head, then snapped back to his senses, "Oh - did you mean that the first year Hogwarts Speed, when I first met Owen, has it started since then?" ”

"It's a wonderful connection." "Ancient magic is so tightly intertwined with your destinies that you can't even notice it, and it's influencing you subtly, so you should have discovered it yourself." ”

"You and Owen have had countless magical contacts in the past, and I believe that your wand has absorbed some of his powers and qualities, which has permanently changed your personality, and the magically infected unicorn (Ron's old wand) is no longer suitable for you.

A wizard's wand is like a Patronus, representing a person's nature, and even if the previous wand is broken, the new wand heart will usually be made of the same material.

Unlike you, all unicorns refuse, which is rare, and it's not uncommon for the Aurors to use unicorn wands and inevitably use dark magic. Most of them just need a period of calming down for their wands to return to normal, and you—the reason for that is you—have changed.

At the World Cup, Quetzalcoatl noticed me, and it was the first time I saw you. Shani looked at Koyatl again.

"To be honest, I couldn't believe it, I thought for a moment that there were two heirs to ancient magic in the world. Later, I found out that it was not your power, but Quetzalcoatl.

Of course, this still surprised me. Because it is impossible - how can there be two opposing forces in a person's body, how such a person is born, I have thought for a long time, and I have heard many answers from Ronnie's ears.

Later I realized what kind of power it was, supporting a living and fragile soul. ”

"What is it?" Koyatl asked hurriedly.

Facing the anxious little wizard, Xia Ni bent down, held the girl's cheek with her right hand, and said in a gentle tone that had never been seen before, "Love, child. It's love. ”

"Love?" Koyatl's eyes were full of confusion, what kind of answer was this?

"Koyatl Stewart." Shani whispered, "You should go and find out about your family history, the history of the Stewart family.

And - before you, the dead, the aberrant babies you thought were monsters, the Koyatls - not everything was poured out of hatred, and you weren't the flame of their vengeance. Maybe everything is warmer than you think?

Love – Child, they love you and want you to live. ”

Faced with such an answer, Koyatl fell into confusion all of a sudden, she never thought that under Isabel's deep port, there would be seedlings of love in those accumulated white bones.

Isn't that the vestibule of hell?

Why did she feel so disagreeable?

"Love!" Ron exclaimed, "I know, both Owen and Dumbledore said that Harry was able to survive Voldemort's killing curse because of his mother's love.

It was an ancient power beyond the comprehension of wizards, a power that Voldemort could not understand in his lifetime. ”

"So what exactly is love?" He asked.

"Love is a belief." Shani responded, "You'll know, it's that simple. Miracles happen when there is only one belief left in your body and mind.

It doesn't matter how old you are, it doesn't matter how many powerful spells you have mastered, it can happen in the next second, in the actions that are doing everything in your power to benefit yourself. ”

"I see—" Ron nodded his head, completely unintelligible.

Koyatl glared at her with a little disgust, then looked at the mother-like woman in front of her, "It's too profound for me to understand." ”

"You don't need to understand now, how old you are, and how long you will live in the future—oh—yes—are you eighteen?"

Koyatl was stunned, she was the same age as several other people in the Final Four Tournament, and if she was still in Ilvermorny Academy, she would be in the seventh year this year.

She will be eighteen years old as soon as her birthday is over this year.

"There's a future there. We're dead. She didn't answer, but Ron on the side did, and he shook his head.

"Oh—aren't you eighteen?" Xia Ni glanced at Ron and nodded understandingly, "That means it's less than three years old, it's good, you!" If you're not smart enough, let someone take care of it. ”

"Hey-" Koyatl was annoyed, when was it and you were still in the mood to talk about that kind of boring topic.

"Don't worry—" Shani smirked, "you're not dead. ”

"Ancient magic has a powerful mutant power over organisms, and when properly controlled, it can be used to heal any wound. I'll be handed it over to in a moment. ”

"You?" Ron's eyes widened, "Can you still be resurrected?" ”

Xia Ni rolled her eyes at her stupid offspring, "How could it be, but you can still cast a few spells with the help of your body." ”

"What are we going to do, can we go back?" Ron doesn't want to die at all, he wants to avenge the little wizards!

Shani saw through the fire in Ron's eyes at a glance, the blazing fire of vengeance, "Not for the sake of the dead, Ronnie. For the living. The most important thing is to cherish those around you, you have to reduce the mutilation of innocent souls, and reduce the number of broken families. Choose a worthy target. Noble goals. ”

"As for going back." She stood up and looked around, "It's up to you. This is your home after all. ”

Ron took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mind, clenched his fists, and looked around with his eyes.

He didn't understand what the ancestor in front of him meant by letting it be up to him, but it was his home. Warm, noisy, happy. Home sustains him from slipping into the darker abyss, which is the strength he has in his body.

He stared at Shani's, at her for a long time.

Although he still didn't know what kind of hardships the ancestor had endured, she must have been burdened with a lot of it, and what a desperate end it was when she died alone in the kitchen of Hogwarts, with no name in the wizarding world, but she—she never seemed to care.

She never mentions them when she talks to them.

She's so kind, so gentle, like—like his grandmother, Sedrela Black. Although she bears the name of Blake, she is a gentle woman.

Of course, she was also removed from the Black family, just like Sirius, because she married her grandfather, a Weasley.

Weasley.

"One last question, ma'am." Ron said, "Why Weasley? Why are generations of heirs Weasleys? ”

Xia Ni still looked at him gently, and everything around her, the Burrow, turned back into mist, like a scene in a meditation basin.

"Someone chose us." Her figure is still unreal, but her voice is still so clear and graceful, "Maeve, Vivian, Morgan, Arthur, William, Charlie, Frederick, St. George, Percival, Ron (Ron is an abbreviation of Rhongomyniad, which means: Rengominiade, King Arthur's spear.) Guinevere.

The names of all the Weasleys follow a certain pattern, with the names mostly coming from Arthurian legends and medieval historical figures.

I don't think it's an accident. ”

"That bastard - he didn't ask our opinion at all."

The fog condenses and the world collapses.

Waiting for consciousness to return again, Koyatl found himself lying on the ground.

The smell of decomposing corpses came to my face.

She felt the irregular stones beneath her body hurting down her spine.

But other than that, she couldn't be better at all.

It's never been easier.

All the wounds on his body were gone.

Even Ron, who was holding her down, was gone.

？？？

The girl came back to her senses, thinking that she would hear Voldemort's voice cheering for victory, celebrating her death and her own acquisition of the power of the outer gods.

But in fact, her ears were full of Voldemort's curses.

Hysterical.

She opened her eyes and looked over.

I saw Voldemort fighting a wizard.

Although he had the upper hand, he just couldn't defeat the wizard, and a roar of rage and hideousness was coming from his mouth, the wizard was already injured and looked like he was about to lose, but every time his fatal attack was dodged by the opponent.

This annoyed Voldemort.

Soon, more powerful and terrifying magic was used by him.

"Boom-"

The whole island trembled, and Koyatl was pushed far away by the rolling stones.

It was only after a while that she had crawled out of the edge of the island, and she had almost fallen under the stone bridge.

The girl poked her head out, her eyes fixed on the front.

Her wand was ruined and her fanny pack was gone.

Although she is not weak in casting spells without a wand, it is too stupid to cast spells without a wand in the face of an opponent like Voldemort.

Getting involved at this time will only cause trouble for that wizard.

Immediately, her gaze looked away.

In the center of the island, is where two wizards fought.

And on the other side of the altar, behind Voldemort.

Koyatl finally spotted Ron's tracks.

It was as if he had changed.

She didn't have a wand in her hand, but her fingertips kept writing in the air in ancient runi characters she didn't recognize.

The words are like beating spirits, sinking into the altar, sinking into the void.

Immediately afterward, Koyatl saw that above the altar, the already illusory Quetzalcoatl God suddenly became solid.

It's as if someone has re-energized it.

Voldemort didn't notice this, he was drawn by anger, and his attention was all on the black-robed wizard.

She also noticed that there were only two chains left on Voldemort's body, and that there were seven.

As 'Ron' wrote more and more runes, suddenly two chains flew out of the hollow and bound Voldemort's neck.

"What?"

Senior Tom didn't notice any of this at all.

He was dragged by the force and staggered out of the air.

Grindelwald's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to throw several more spells, which successfully caused damage to Voldemort.

He had already noticed Ron.

Although he didn't know what the boy was going to do, he had been helping him to hold back Voldemort's hatred.

"Damn? You? Why haven't you died yet? ”

Voldemort, who fell to the ground and had his wand knocked flying by Grindelwald, finally noticed Ron's presence.

He stared at the other man angrily, his scarlet eyes as if they were going to eat him.

(End of chapter)