Courage is the greatest hymn to humanity – that's what he said before!

He also said that wisdom is the key to the realm of God, and meekness is a strength!

Knock - I ate the loss of the few people in the badger yard present!

"Courage is the greatest hymn to humanity." Koyatl's expression was slightly surprised, and she muttered these words carefully, in which she seemed to see her own struggle, the resistance in oppression.

and the belief in the obelisk that even if you are dead, you will not be able to move forward.

Ron gave his life to save her.

In the blurred illusion, the heir of the past, the pursuit of Xia Ni.

To face the outer gods—to face the gods—to face the darkness that is high in the heavens.

Courage is a sword that overcomes obstacles, and without courage, the world would have sunk long ago.

"I'll go to Gryffindor!" She said.

"Oh! Welcome! The rest of the little wizards said happily.

And Owen.

He didn't bother to argue anymore.

The Hogwarts tradition is definitely for the Sorting.

In the school's thousand-year-long history, no student has ever been transferred, and the old antique of the sorting hat has been talking about never making a mistake all day long.

The specifics – listen to the dirty hat.

Other than that, Owen felt as if he had forgotten something from the moment he sat here.

It was only after staring at Ron carefully twice that he remembered.

"That's right." Owen reached into his pocket, searched for it, and pulled out a box.

He handed it to Ron, "At the end of the day, it's still for you, maybe it's fate, you're destined to use it." ”

Just by glancing at the box in Owen's hand, Ron had some strange feelings welling up in his heart.

He had already guessed what would be inside.

Magic wand!

And a wand that belonged to his ancestors.

Sure enough—Ron took the box and opened it, and there was a crystalline wand lying quietly inside.

"Shanie Maeve Weasley's crystallized wand, I got it back from Professor Dumbledore. In the whole world, only me and Ling can use it. Owen said, "Take it, it's the best fit for you right now." ”

"I know." Ron nodded, and the moment he grasped the wand, the tip of the wand drew a golden afterglow, a strange situation that only occurred when Harry got his destined phoenix wand.

He could feel the wand in his hand making a sound of joy.

It's as if its owner has returned.

Ron was immediately affected by the residual magic from his wand, and a great grief stuck around his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Through the passage of time, in the midst of a magical void, he saw the witch named Shanee Weasley, sighing as she died.

"Ahh

In that voice is the reluctance of the deceased to the world.

It is Shani's reluctance to her newborn child, her reluctance to her relatives, her reluctance to her friends, and her reluctance to the castle of Hogwarts.

Fragmented memories were intertwined with strong emotions that lingered in Ron's mind.

Until—suddenly, outside the living room, at the top of the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley walked in.

She smiled softly, "Dear little ones. Dinner is ready."

"Oh - do we have one more guest? Owen, and." Her gaze rested on Koyatl.

Then the brown eyes lit up.

Walk briskly.

"You must be Koyatl, right?" Mrs. Weasley walked enthusiastically towards Koyatl.

Koyatl looked up in some surprise and looked at the middle-aged woman who suddenly walked towards him. Mrs. Weasley was plump and dignified, with thick brown hair and piercing brown eyes that made her look both kind and determined. Her clothes were neat and plain, and she wore an apron over her.

"Yes, ma'am." Koyatl replied with some nervousness that she had never met someone so welcoming.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and took Koatle's hand, then crouched down and hugged her. "Welcome, welcome to come." "You're a hero to our family," she said. She patted Koyatl on the back, her tone full of gratitude and respect.

"No—" Koyatl was a little overwhelmed.

Of all the witches she met, those were all dressed in gold and silver, brocade and satin, and stood tall in the sky.

Of course, she has not met a poor witch, but no one has ever walked out of such an expression towards her, warm and firm, and an inexplicable sense of warmth has emerged in her heart.

The witch hurriedly said, "No—ma'am, we can help each other, and he saved me." ”

Mrs. Weasley let go of her embrace, looked Koyatl in the eye and said, "I know my son." Although he is good, he is always reckless and will put himself in danger. I know he needs a friend like you by his side. ”

"Mom!" Ron screamed.

When he got home, he didn't explain much to Mrs. Weasley, and he didn't say anything about the battle in the obelisk, except that an American witch had saved him.

"Oh-alright, alright, let's get ready to eat!" Mrs. Weasley squeezed out a smile as she patted Koyatl's hand and pulled her towards the first-floor dining room.

Everyone else got up to follow.

Walking down the stairs, there are only Mr. Arthur and the Twins in the dining room.

Easter is not Christmas, the rest of the Weasleys have jobs, and Sirius is too busy with things in the United States to make it back.

"Sit casually." Mrs. Weasley said.

On one side of the staircase is the dining room, which has a long dining table that seats about a dozen people. From this, it can also be seen that the former Black family was prosperous.

On either side of the table are old cabinets, and all sorts of silver cutlery are displayed in those glass display cases.

Overhead is a giant crystal lamp.

"Hey! Owen, you're back! George came up and gave him a hug.

"I knew you were coming." Fred hugged him as well, and then said with a wink.

"Go wash your hands." Mrs. Weasley feigned seriousness, and immediately changed her expression to a gentle expression after looking at Owen and Koyatl.

She took an Easter egg wrapped in confetti from the cabinet next to her and handed it to Owen, "Happy Easter!" ”

"Thank you." Owen said.

Mrs. Weasley patted him on the shoulder.

He walked over to Koyatl and handed her another easter egg, "Happy Easter kids." ”

"Hmm-"

Then she was busy bringing dinner to the table, and although it was magically helping, she was always busy.

If you were to help her at this time, Mrs. Weasley would definitely push you to sit down, she didn't like people to help her in this kind of thing.

On a superficial level, she felt that her husband and children were busy with dangerous things, and she could not do anything about them, and that the only thing she could do was such small things, and if she needed help from others even such small things, it would only make her miserable.

At a deeper level, the children have grown up one by one. At the bottom of her heart, a sense of loneliness began to sprout.

"Oh - don't open the easter eggs at this time. Shall we eat first? After setting the dishes, Mrs. Weasley suddenly turned her head and admonished, as if remembering something.

"Okay."

"Of course."

Owen and Koatl replied.

The so-called Easter eggs are actually candy, and in some places bread, but most of the UK is chocolate.

Although it is unknown why the shamans still celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, it is their official holiday, and they have three days off.

After washing your hands.

Everyone sat at the long table.

It was the first time in months since Christmas that a part of the Weasley family had gathered.

As the situation in the outside world gradually deteriorated, the Burrow was no longer suitable as a daily gathering place for their family.

There's not as much protective magic there as here.

And the Weasleys have three children, Bill, Percy, and Ron are all enemies of Voldemort, especially after the events in Brazil, it is normal for a Death Eater to sneak into the Burrow one day to assassinate him.

"Hopefully we'll be more fully stocked by Christmas." Mrs. Weasley placed the food on the table and said something inexplicable.

She sat on Mr. Arthur's right-hand side.

Tears glistened in his eyes.

Beside her, Ginny hurriedly hugged her mother's left arm.

And Mr. Arthur also took her right hand.

No one knows exactly how much pressure Mrs. Weasley has been under in recent weeks.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was suddenly a little oppressive.

Warm, but there is a hint of crisis seeping into it.

"Before I start the meal, I would like to say—" Mr. Arthur patted his wife's hand and comforted her, before turning his gaze to Koyatl, "if it weren't for you, my son probably wouldn't be sitting here." ”

He picked up the juice from the table, "Respectfully." ”

"Respect Koatl."

The rest of the Weasleys were holding their glasses, especially the Twins, who would now say that she would be their family's friends forever, no matter what their previous conflicts with Koyatl were.

"To Stewart!" Owen said.

"To Shani!" Koyatl said.

"To Shani!" Ron said.

"Respect Koatl." Hermione and Harry spoke together.

After dinner.

The little wizards gathered in the living room on the second floor,

Ron has been reluctant to reveal too many details about the Brazilian Obelisk.

This time Kouatl visited, and she naturally became a breakthrough for the other Weasleys.

But—under Ron's defiant look, Koyatl didn't say much either, just a few scraps, and Grindelwald and the Aurors of the Federation.

The girl's scarlet eyes rose a little in an instant that ordinary people could not notice.

Seeing that Koyatl didn't want to say more, the others didn't chase after him.

It wasn't a good memory after all, and the danger could be inferred from just a few words in the newspaper.

The rest of the day, the young wizards sat around the couch, chatting about a notice on the Hogwarts bulletin board today.

Owen brought one over.

- Employment counseling.

It's a Hogwarts tradition that every young wizard has to decide what he's going to do before the .L. exams, as you'll have to decide on your electives based on your chosen profession.

Aurors, Spell Solvers, Magical Animal Administrators, each class pairs. L. The requirements for the certificate vary, and some even require it. Certificate.

However, given the current complex domestic and international situation, it is impossible to make a decision on the future for a while.

However, Owen was well aware that most of the people present would graduate with the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, or the Joint Wizarding Special Task Force (Dumbledore still hasn't had a loud and fixed name). It may be that the other delegates are afraid that once the name is decided, then everything will be settled, and they still want to struggle. ）

Hermione is expected to follow the route of the Auror Office, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and then the Minister of Magic.

"I guess you'll all end up joining the federation." Owen took a sip of hot tea and said, "Professor Dumbledore is currently expanding the authority of the Federation step by step, didn't he plan to establish the wizard's own bank before?" There will definitely be a shortage of people at that time. ”

"I'm not a big fan of banking." Hermione muffled herself as she was intently reading the Daily Prophet, even though she had read it four or five times.

"I think the Aurors are pretty good." Harry said, "I'm definitely going to be an Auror." ”

"Don't you want to be a Quidditch star?" Owen's gaze turned to her.

“.” Hearing this, Harry looked hesitant, but still affirmed his thoughts, "It's too chaotic out there, I think I should do my part on this, Quidditch - I haven't played all year this year, and I feel rusty." ”

"We're definitely still focused on the Weasley's Alchemy Workshop." The twins said in unison, "We are preparing to launch a series of defensive alchemy items recently, which will definitely sell well." ”

"I don't care." Ron was silent and said, "Let's survive first!" ”

Owen glanced at him, and the idea of deleting Ron's memory popped up again?

"What about you?" Owen looked at Koatl.

"Me?" Koyatl was a little confused.

The orange light shone on her cheeks, but it didn't look warm at all, she was as cold as ever.

Only those smart eyes were slightly different from before.

"I don't know," she said, "maybe travel the world." ”

"Normal thoughts." "I used to think about graduating and traveling the world. ”

"And now?" Hermione put down the newspaper and spoke.

"Now?" Owen sighed, "Dobby has played all the places I'm going to, taken all kinds of photos, and it feels like - being bullished. I can't lift my spirits. ”

"Huh?" Hermione frowned, unable to understand what he meant.

"It's fine." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll talk about it after graduation." I'm not going to leave Hogwarts yet. ”

"Then you can try to be a professor. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sounds like a good fit for you. Hermione said seriously, "Didn't the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts already approve of you?" Maybe in a few decades you'll be able to take over Professor McGonagall's rector position! ”

"Decades!" Owen waved his hand, "It's been too long, I can't wait." Hmmm - maybe I'll go back to school. ”

"Going to school? Where to? Other magic academies? Also do an exchange student? Hermione spat out a lot of questions in one breath like a cannon.

"Oxford, Cambridge, MIT – I can't tell. I graduated from Hogwarts at the age of eighteen, which is the age of college, and I am ready to study physics, for my great dream of the stars and the sea! ”

“.”

In the face of Owen's answer, Hermione didn't know what to say for a while.

Throughout the history of magic, there has probably never been such a thing as a wizard running to study physics.

But she knew in her heart that Muggle physics would definitely have a huge benefit on magic, and that it might be possible to develop many new spells.

"Whatever you want." Hermione said, "But before you do, don't you think of a way to invent a spell based on the Patronus Charm to distinguish the Pretender." ”

"Huh—inventing spells?" Owen's cheeks trembled slightly, "Miss Granger, do you know what you're talking about, do you think it's easy to develop a spell?" Most wizards spend their lives inventing new spells, not even improving old ones. ”

"I think you can!" Hermione said solemnly.

"Uh-yours of this inexplicable trust stresses me out!"

Owen touched his chin, "Unless you can catch a [Pretender] and dissect it - complete research"

The faces of the little wizards changed.

"Well—certainly not going to 'use' Theodore Noether's."

Just as the little wizards were ready to continue talking about it.

Outside the living room, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny walked over together.

After dinner, she seemed to go to her daughter to find out some information about Koyatl.

For example, what colors she likes, clothes, etc.

Owen had heard a conversation between mother and daughter while visiting the Black family's genealogy tree on the fourth floor.

Clearly, Mrs. Weasley was saddened by Koyatl's status as an orphan again.

"Oh, little ones, maybe you didn't notice, it's getting late."

Mrs. Weasley said softly, "Now, you should go to bed." ”

"Tomorrow, it's time to go back to Hogwarts."

"Okay mom." The twins answered.

Everyone got up, said goodnight to each other, and left the living room.

Koyatl, on the other hand, was held by Mrs. Weasley, not knowing what they were going to do.

There are a lot of empty rooms at 12 Grimmauld Place, which is the mansion of the Black family after all.

It's four floors again.

It was easy for them to find a spare room.

After a night.

It's a new day in the blink of an eye.

After waking up early in the morning and having breakfast, they prepared to take the Knight's Bus back to Hogwarts.

Although—there are better options,but—isn't there a newcomer to the team?

This is kind of taking her to experience the life of an English wizard.

But—soon the other little wizards except Owen regretted the decision.

The moment they step on the bus, when the car gets moving.

It was top speed, braking, and a right-angle turn of more than 90 degrees.

Believe me, the average person gets dizzy in a minute and spits up the overnight meal.

The little wizards' physical fitness was not much better than that of ordinary Muggles.

Koyatl was out of luck.

This may be the first and last time she has ever used this kind of transportation.

(End of chapter)