"Owen—" Hermione stepped forward immediately, "How's it going?" Well, you're definitely going to get 'excellent'. ”

I always feel that my worries are a little unnecessary.

Hermione took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

Maybe she was influenced by Hannah, and in short, she couldn't stop fantasizing that there would be an accident in the middle of the exam.

"There was an accident." Owen looked at her, shook his head, and said.

"You're going to get a good one." Hermione was still hypnotizing herself, "Wait-" she snapped back, "Something happened?" ”

"Of course it wasn't me who had an accident!" The boy took her hand, smiled and said, "What else can a little boggart do to me?" ”

"I" Hermione paused, her brown eyes staring straight at Owen.

She was worried that Owen had confronted the Outer Gods.

To this day, he may be the only one in the world who has faced the ultimate evil.

She didn't dare to believe what the outer gods would look like, but she could probably tell from the creators of the [Pretenders], [Children of Evil Omen] [Dead] what kind of evil gods they were.

She was worried that Boggart would imitate the appearance of an outer god.

"Peace of mind." He patted the little witch on the shoulder.

Then he turned around and pointed behind him.

The young wizards on the lookers all looked into the auditorium.

Harry walked over as well.

And the twins.

and Koyatl, who was used as a tutor by Hufflepuff.

Everyone gathered outside the auditorium.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry could see at a glance that Ron's current state was extremely strange.

He didn't look relaxed at all, but trembled all over, like a frightened child.

"It's just a Boggart!" He continued. "At Ron's level."

"He needs a little help!" Owen took Harry's words and said.

"Everyone's fear isn't the same Harry." He continued, "Maybe one day it's not Voldemort that you're afraid of, it's Ginny who is hurt." ”

He teased.

And Ginny, who was standing right behind Harry, blushed all of a sudden.

And Harry- rubbed his head awkwardly.

I kind of understood what Owen meant.

But when he thought about it, he wondered, "Ron, what would he be afraid of?" I know he used to be afraid of spiders, and now- is it a Death Eater? Or Voldemort? ”

Thinking of Ron being captured by Voldemort for over a month, Harry had reason to believe that he was fearing the same Demon King that most wizards were currently fearing.

"No—" Owen shook his head, his gaze falling on Koyatl's, "You know. ”

The girl's deep gaze was tinged with an invisible sadness.

At some point, her palms were clenched into fists.

She once had such terrifying memories.

Every time I think about it, I get wet with sweat.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but the nightmare finally stopped bothering her—maybe she was numb, and the painful memories of the past could no longer make waves in her heart.

But — now — as she stood here, looking out into the auditorium, she looked at her former self.

A trace of remorse poured out of my mind, at the beginning, I should have been more resolute, and in addition to that, there was anger, hatred for this damn world!

"My bad." Koyatl muttered. The scarlet eyes flowed with the softness of her soul.

Pretending, Owen sighed, raised his wand, and said to her, "Not about it. ”

He tightened his grip and took Hermione's hand, "It's all about our own choices – it's our own choices to show our true selves, and that's more important than what we have." In fact, it is you, the strongest of you, who can feel this pain. ”

"Because pain is part of human nature, and that just proves that you're still a human being, not a monster."

He spoke slowly, like a warm June breeze blowing through the Hogwarts hills.

Mildness is accompanied by detachment from the state of affairs.

The crystalline wand spits out a silvery mist that glows with the condensation of the moon.

"But we're different from some monster born of an aphrodisiac after all—we're not alone, after all."

He turned to face the Great Hall.

Said loudly: "Calling the gods - guards!" ”

"Boom!"

A loud cry resounded over the auditorium.

It's a phoenix.

In the huge silver mist, a phoenix rushed out.

A brilliant glow shone on everyone in the auditorium.

Its head is high, its body lines are smooth and elegant, and its tail feathers are long and ornate like an unfolded fan.

Burning with flames, it flies gracefully and calmly like an elf.

"Merlin's beard!"

"That's—Phoenix!"

The professors in charge of the Ministry of Magic gasped and looked up in shock at the phoenix that walked in front of the Gothic arches of the ceiling.

"Calling the Gods—Guarding !!"

Koyatl was the second wizard to invoke a spell.

With great sorrow, she held Salazar's wand aloft.

The silver mist was also born from the tip of her staff.

Then, a huge silver snake with wings on its back and horns like a crown on its head flew into the Great Hall with the light of the Patronus.

"Huh?"

Owen glanced at the Patronus that looked like Quetzalcoatl.

This time, he didn't feel any divinity or traces of ancient magic in it.

Come to think of it—it's just the patron saint of Koyatl, but thanks to the power of the gods, it's changed permanently.

"Divine Guard!"

Hermione joins in.

So far, she didn't understand why Owen was casting the spell, but that didn't stop her from trusting the boys around her.

The vine wand jumps out of a cute little beast.

It was a four-legged beast with a mane around its neck and bright eyes.

It looks like a lion - but its tail doesn't look like it, because it's a wide, silk-like tail.

The limbs are also more slender, with eagle-like toes.

Uh- how does it look so much like Shylock?

The little guy with the blood of the Sugo.

Um—thinking—Owen was stunned suddenly—speaking of which? What about his cat? What about his dragons?

I haven't seen it in months!!

"Calling the Gods to Protect !!"

Hermione raised her wand as if waving an invisible flag, her voice echoing through the air, sounding the battle horn.

Then, the incantations continued one after another, like the waves of the sea.

In the auditorium, all kinds of guardian spirits emerged like a tide, and they came in different forms, some were majestic and mighty, some were gentle and lovely, and some were small and exquisite.

Harry's patron saint, a stag, also stormed the auditorium.

The young wizards were confused by Owen's sudden move, but they trusted him, and more and more people joined in.

More than a hundred flesh patronus spirits rushed into the auditorium.

The scene was spectacular, like the zoo cafeteria was open.

These patron saints are galloping and jumping, dancing, or singing in low voices.

And in addition to the little wizards in front of the auditorium, in the courtyard and in the courtyard, more and more people noticed the changes that had taken place here.

As a result, more Patronus joined in.

"Merlin is on top!"

The examiners were speechless.

Looking at the ceiling, more and more patronus spirits entrenched on the flying arch.

The silver ocean directly subverts the basic common sense that they have always had.

The Patronus Charm is a deep white magic that is extremely difficult to master!

yes – yes!

But—why do all these little wizards summon a physical Patronus?

They couldn't imagine how these young wizards had mastered such advanced magic. However, the sight in front of them forced them to believe that it was a miraculous moment.

"A miracle — it's a miracle." Professor Marchband said tremblingly.

Although she had known about the little wizards of Hogwarts for a long time before this, she knew that there were many talented young wizards in this class, and she also knew that the Patronus Charm could be used by many people in the castle.

Whether it was Dumbledore's many professors, who had explicitly told her, or the news that the Dementors had invaded the Quidditch Stadium at Hogwarts two years ago, hundreds of young wizards had swung their staff to release the Patronus.

But—at that time, judging by the photographs alone, most young wizards could only make their wands spit out a cloud of silver mist.

Not many have summoned a physical guardian spirit.

But now, there were hundreds of young wizards outside the ———— auditorium, and there were even a few first and second graders in the crowd, who looked quite small, just children.

But they—their wands also spit out clouds of silver light, and with the blessing of the powerful positive emotions around them, they also succeeded in releasing their physical patronus.

She couldn't find any words to describe the picture in front of her other than shock.

More than a hundred flesh guardian spirits, the silver mist of light almost became some kind of substance, like clouds falling from the ceiling. I am afraid that a person will never see such a scene even once in his life.

Powerful positive emotions enveloped the auditorium.

The Boggarts in the cupboards trembled and trembled, trying to escape, but they didn't dare to leave the cabinets.

Although they are both dark creatures, after all, Boggart is not a Dementor, and if it is a Dementor, facing so many Patronus is enough to vaporize it directly.

Ron slowly raised his head, his eyes gradually recovering from the confusion.

The powerful positive emotions that permeated the auditorium were like a sharp sword, easily cutting the chains of memories in his heart.

Those heavy pasts, those painful memories, receded like a tide, leaving behind a piece of tranquility and clarity.

Looking up, Ron looked at his companions in front of the auditorium.

For some reason, his gaze turned out to be a little ghosted.

Oh – it's tears.

The light penetrates the water droplets, dividing the picture into several scenes.

He looked at Harry.

Look at the Koyats.

Look at Owen.

Look at Hermione.

Look at Ginny and all the people who cared about him and all the people he cared about.

Happy memories in my mind, every scene filled with the smiles of my companions. It was their shared memory, the pillar that supported their souls.

Ron's heart swelled with infinite warmth, and he had come out of the shadows of the past.

Wiping away tears, a smile rising into the corners of his mouth.

Then, raise the wand that belonged to the ancestor.

He said softly: "Calling God - Guard!" ”

"Whew-"

Like a gushing wave.

It's like a wanderer coming home.

It's like a river flowing into the sea.

The silvery mist was like a meteor swimming upstream.

Then a hound emerged from the mist.

It howled and rushed into the home on the ceiling!

——————

At this time, the auditorium fell silent.

All the professors and examiners stood silently, staring at the miracle that belonged to Hogwarts.

They are all wrapped in a strong sense of happiness and joy.

I can't help but recall the happiest things in my life.

The Patronus Charm doesn't have this effect, or it's very weak.

But when so many Patronus come together, that effect is infinitely magnified.

Professor Marchbon looked up at the most striking of the patronus.

The Phoenix.

Phoenix!

Few wizarding patronus deities are magical beasts.

Most of them are ordinary animals with no magical powers.

This is the second time in her life that she has seen someone, and the Patronus is a magical creature.

Last time, it was also a phoenix.

The professor's gaze gradually fell on Owen.

She couldn't help but think of what Dumbledore had said, that the boy was the best student Hogwarts had ever seen.

Before, she didn't believe it at all.

But now—when the phoenix overhead rules the beasts.

She believed.

She firmly believes that another great wizard has been born, a wizard who is far ahead of her predecessors.

————

After this day, the little wizards didn't care, and everyone did their own thing.

For example, preparing for the next exam.

After all, everyone knows that their classmates can release the Guardian Spirit of the Flesh.

What was surprising about this, they had seen an even more spectacular Patronus spell casting scene a few years ago.

But this incident has caused a lot of repercussions in the outside world.

Although there have been previous Quidditch matches, where the Dementors attacked Harry, hundreds of people cast Patronus Charms.

But that time was far less clear than this one, and there were many young wizards who could only spit out silver mist from their wands.

Moreover, the current situation is a time when the [pretenders] are panicking, and such reports can boost everyone's confidence.

People give Dumbledore the credit for all this.

Look, what is called the greatest white wizard.

Could Umbridge's monster in human skin teach such a student?

The Ministry of Magic is really a rice bucket, why didn't the Minister of Magic let Dumbledore do both?

Many people have this or similar thoughts from the bottom of their hearts.

Poor Rufus Scrimgeour had inexplicably dropped his approval ratings by a large margin.

But compared to the previous two idiots.

Rufus Scrimgeour is much smarter.

The next day, he personally went to Hogwarts to have a cordial meeting with Dumbledore, and also found reporters to take pictures, which was a hard rubbing of Headmaster's traffic.

Owen felt that he was here to pull the banner of Tiger Pila.

The feast changed Ron as well.

Dumbledore talked to him for a long time.

Anyway - when he saw Ron the next day, he looked like he was back in the same place. Although Owen knew it was impossible.

But the mood he had suppressed for months was finally a little lighter.

Koyatl went out late that night and came back.

Hannah said she came back with a smile on her lips.

Owen himself didn't see it, because he was already asleep.

On Friday, Owen and Hermione went together to take the ancient rune's exam.

Harry, they had a day off.

There weren't many wizards themselves who took this course in the entire fifth grade.

The exam was over quickly.

Owen passed with ease.

Professor Bassheda Bablin even said bluntly that Owen's level of runi script has surpassed that of some scholars in the wizarding world.

He was enough to start a sect in this class.

The professor is by no means talking nonsense.

The modern runi script is an archaeological discipline, and a large number of combinations of texts, and even some of the runi script itself have been lost.

As the heir to ancient magic, Owen has a relatively complete heritage.

This alone is enough for other scholars to spend a lifetime studying.

Hermione didn't have any trouble with this class.

After all, with him as a humanoid translation machine, she has made rapid progress.

Getting a perfect score is a breeze.

Saturday, Sunday.

It's a leisurely day for the little wizards (only Owen).

Everyone was busy reviewing Potions in preparation for Monday's exams.

For most students, this is difficult.

The main thing is that you don't know which potion to take on the exam.

If you memorize the potion recipe for a long time, people may not take the test at all.

And in order to be foolproof, they could only memorize all the potion recipes for the entire fourth and fifth grades.

Harry was the last willing to take it.

As expected, Harry was hit hard by the Potions written test in the morning, the biggest blow since exam week.

He couldn't answer several questions, and he only answered 90 percent of the questions, and he didn't know if it was right or not.

Obviously, he probably won't be able to get 'excellent' in this class.

Uh-when did you have this thought?

Harry shook his head, he wanted to get 'excellent' grades in all subjects?

Oh my god - it must have been Hermione.

As long as he can be good, it doesn't affect him to become an Auror in the future.

Thinking about it this way, he was really much more relaxed.

The afternoon practical exam is not as difficult as the morning written exam.

There was no Snape on the test floor - so most people had an easier time than usual in preparing potions.

Even Neville had perfected the potion in one go, knowing that the others would not be in trouble.

In the evening, everyone sat in the lounge and enjoyed a relaxing day with an empty head.

Everyone did their best for today's exam.

"Ahh Justin said wearily, slumped on the couch without any personal image.

Even Susan couldn't stand it, and after walking over and kicking him, she relented.

"Hehe-" Owen smiled wryly—he didn't want to get involved in the topic.

Because Dumbledore had given him too many subjects.

He had four electives, Fantastic Beasts, Ancient Runif, Alchemy, and Divination.

Originally, he didn't have to take an exam for alchemy, and this course was originally an elective course for young wizards in the sixth grade, and he took the exam in the seventh grade.

However, Victor gave him an early date, and Owen seriously suspected that Dumbledore had instructed him - of course, it could also be that Victor felt that there was nothing left to teach him, and this course was considered an early graduation for him, and he would not come in the next two years.

The same goes for Hermione.

The two little wizards who write textbooks every day really don't need to go to class.

If you want to talk about collaborative research, that's it.

Anyway - he's going to take the test with Hermione and a couple of seventh graders this year.

(End of chapter)