Sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and on the golden wheat fields.

Every ear of wheat shines brightly, and the mountains in the distance, under the blowing of the autumn wind, change into a layer of mottled clothes, red, green, yellow, several colors are intertwined, like a delicate and rich oil painting. Warm and deep.

The cypress forest, the leaves of the trees are agitated by the wind, making a 'rustling', intoxicating sound.

The leaves fluttered, and they tossed in the air like a group of graceful dancers.

On the ridge, Owen and Zhang Xiaolin sat about ten feet apart.

A slightly cold wind blew their hair, one white and one black, which was particularly conspicuous in this world.

"Why would they disguise themselves as other people."

Owen shrugged, "I don't know much about this question, I can only guess." ”

"Maybe it's because we've all defeated or inflicted serious damage on the Supreme Will," he said. ”

"The desire for life and death becomes the embodiment of Ron and Boyatle, the ego is the image of Grindelwald, and the superego is the image of me.

Maybe the essence of the gods in all the Divine Towers is shared by consciousness?

If that's the case - those looks are probably Ionian's imaginary psychological defense mechanisms.

It wasn't her subjective creation—after all, neither Ionia nor the goddess Diana were gone, and all that remained here was your will to inherit their memories.

It's all passively generated.

The mechanism of self-defense works unconsciously, and it will give birth to protect itself against those who have caused resistance to it, just like when you were a child when you were bitten by a dog, you know this creature horror, you are afraid of it, but on the other hand, it will also give birth: I can also have one to protect myself. ”

"So?" Zhang Xiaolin was still ignorant, she couldn't figure out those professional terms and nouns, but she inexplicably felt that what the other party said made sense.

But when she thought about it, she had another doubt.

"You just spied on my memory, how can you understand so much?"

During the period of dialogue with her, Owen had already begun to delete the memories of Miss Zhang's reincarnation for thousands of years, and the loss of those memories was silent, and she did not have these memories in the first place, so naturally she would not notice them.

So at this time, Zhang Xiaolin looked much more relaxed than just now, and she didn't even notice that the pain in her head was not so obvious.

Hearing the girl's doubts, Owen just smiled and said casually: "The authorities are obsessed with bystanders—besides—"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and pieces of golden ears of wheat swayed in the autumn wind, golden waves, rolling with the joy of harvest.

A few wheat sticks rose in the same wind, and they swept over Owen's arms and cheeks, and the pain immediately came, like a knife cut, like a needle prick, and it hurt terribly.

The boy rubbed his skin that had been pierced by Maimang, and his emerald green eyes danced with a different kind of clear wave.

Watery, like tears, or something.

He silently looked back at the girl over there.

Zhang Xiaolin's eyebrows jumped, as if she had been hit by something, and a bitter feeling suddenly appeared in her heart.

Bitterness is the empathy of similar life circumstances.

In a trance, she guessed something, and a flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, but when she thought about it carefully, the streamer was long gone.

"Sinister Merlin—" said the boy across from him.

As the most well-known archmage in the wizarding world, Merlin is known to both the West and the East.

Miss Zhang knows it.

The boy suddenly lay down, lifted Erlang's legs, picked an ear of wheat from the field, put it in his mouth, bit the straw, and said: "My life was very monotonous before, sheep eat grass, people eat sheep, there will always be sheep eat grass, and there will always be sheep become people, and the fate of everyone is the same, I am a little tired."

When I jumped off the boat to save the girl, I thought more about liberation than I wanted to save her.

Huh – have you ever read a book? The boy said suddenly, winking at her and saying, "It's called 'The Little Prince.'" ”

"—to me, you're nothing more than a child, no different from thousands of other children. To you, I'm nothing more than a fox, no different from thousands of other foxes. But if you domesticate me, then we will need each other.

- You domesticate me, and my life will be full of sunshine. I will be able to discern a different kind of footsteps. The sound of other people's footsteps would make me hide underground. And the sound of your footsteps is as beautiful as music and will get me out of the cave.

And, you see. Do you see that wheat field? It didn't work for me.

Now it's wonderful. Because the wheat is golden, the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves reminds me of your golden hair. ”

Zhang Xiaolin watched Owen shake his head, and said in a relaxed but slightly sympathetic tone, "Damn Merlin, his trick has succeeded—it has completely succeeded." He tamed me and made this world, some people, so precious that it was impossible to give up. ”

"You—" Miss Zhang looked at him quietly, as if she had a thousand words to say in her heart, but only doubts and sighs remained.

"It's okay." Owen muttered, "It's just a restoration, I have nothing." ”

"Huh-"

"Well—a little bit sad. The world is a huge stage, there are dramas, there are tragedies, even if it is an unchanging life drama, it will have a time to end. ”

"Oh-yes—I'm going to erase those words from your memory."

"Don't leave sorrow, dear. You've suffered enough. ”

Owen looked up at the sky.

The sun is no longer so dazzling, and it is no longer so gorgeous.

It groaned without illness, and he pretended to bear it.

Last year – even if it was the last of the last.

He didn't even take the initiative to ask Merlin what the way to cultivate himself and finally defeat the outer gods was.

He's running away from the problem, as if he doesn't know where the end is, he'll always be on the way.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to take one step at a time.

But now, after learning all about the experience of Miss Zhang next to him, Owen finally understands Merlin's whole plan.

"He'd expected it for a long time, and he'd expected it all."

As long as you set foot on this path, you will definitely meet the children of these gods.

Their experiences are more real than any words, fierce, and unexpected.

And even – those lilac smoke.

A groundbreaking and powerful illusion magic.

Everything has been prepared for a long time, but it exists, silently telling his way.

What's more, he hasn't been silent yet.

So many people just walked by.

Owen thought it was a partial embodiment of Miss Zhang's spiritual background next to him.

Now, in a trance, those voices rang in his ears.

Bad Name – What is a Name?

If the outer god is me, then I am the most correct name.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

These don't seem to be the voices of Miss Zhang's heart, but his.

It was another voice in his heart, telling himself where the right path was.

"Hehe-" Owen laughed.

The tip of the tongue is a little bland.

A few black crows flew out of the wheat field.

The sound of the wheat wave was like someone crying.

Alright—alright.

He thought.

Regrouping his distant thoughts, he calmly said, "It's time for us to go out." ”

Owen got up from the ridge.

"It takes a long time for personalities to merge with each other. We can't stay here forever. ”

"So—it's time to wake up, too."

With that, he clapped his hands.

disturbed the autumn winds.

The wind stops, and the world pauses.

Winter is coming.

But outside, summer is only gradually reaching its climax.

Open your eyes again.

The sea is still the same, and the plane trees are still the same.

The wind is still there.

Grandpa Grindelwald was standing beside him, a hand on his head, and if Owen's consciousness fluctuated in any way, the old man would immediately cast a spell to break the connection between him and the girl.

"How?" When he saw Owen open his eyes, he immediately asked.

"Hairstyle—" Owen pushed his grandfather's hand away, then smoothed the ends of his forehead, "what could be the problem?"

I'm just shooting slightly, and I'm already at the limit of this segment. So what kind of ghost can beat me? ”

“.”

Grindelwald was stunned, and after a moment, he shook his head a little helplessly, and his eyes fell on the girl in the hollow of the tree.

The roots of the trees on her body were pulling out at a rapid pace.

Above the canopy, the cocoon-like leaf cocoons slowly lowered in height and then loosened.

With a wave of his wand, Owen contorted a sheet of ice and placed all the wizards wrapped in leaf cocoons on the ice.

"It's good to be young!" The boy said in a weird way. "Sleep quality is good."

A dozen wizards in front of him were breathing smoothly and enjoying a baby-like sleep.

It wasn't until Owen manipulated the sea water to wash their heads that they came to their senses one by one.

"Phew—" Sirius struggled first, quickly pulling out his wand and getting up from the ground.

Stunned.

Blankly looking around.

He looked confused, and he was stuck for a few seconds before he reacted.

"What's going on? Where is this? ”

"Yo, long time no see! The Godfather of the Dog. ”

With a familiar voice sounding, Sirius jerked his head up and locked on to Owen as soon as possible.

"Okay! Daddy, why did I see you eating deflated as soon as I came? ”

"You-I-here-"

"It's over." Owen said lazily, "A little thing, even if you don't need to fight at all, this would rather be able to get a trick - stained - okay!"

Sure enough, you can't find a Gryffindor for this kind of thing, and Ravenclaw should be the main force of the excavation committee. ”

Sirius ignored Owen's sneer, he looked around, the wizards around him got up one by one, everyone was not hurt, but—two more did not wake up.

He hurriedly got up and went over, his fingertips brushing the tip of the other party's nose, and he couldn't feel the other party's breathing.

"Probably brain dead." Owen said, "It's in a fantasy that thinks you're dead." ”

"Brain dead?" Sirius's heart was filled with bitterness.

He has been avoiding the deaths of his teammates.

He's had enough of dying.

"Lynn—"

Mr. Basil got up from the ground.

He swept around, then immediately headed for the hollow in the tree.

The girl in the hollow of the tree had actually come to her senses.

However, her head was dizzy, and she didn't move, but kept her previous movements, wanting to slow down.

Mr. Basil, anxious, hurried over, relieved when he saw the dark-haired girl in the hollow of the tree smiling at him, but then an indescribable sadness suddenly appeared in his heart.

It may be a grievance.

Or rejoice.

It's crying with joy, it's sad and unbearable.

Tears ran down his cheeks, bitter his lips, and rippled into the sea.

"What are you crying about?" Zhang Xiaolin reached out and rubbed his cheek and said.

"I don't know." The man responded, laughing and crying, "I just can't help it." ”

I just went through my memories and realized that I loved you again.

"Then cry." The girl said gently, "No one dares to laugh at you." ”

Mr. Basil smiled, stretched out his hands, picked up the girl from the hollow, and brought her out.

"Hey—where did we meet?"

The intimacy of the two caught Owen's attention.

He looked at the boy.

It feels familiar.

"Are you—Owen Rozier?"

There were reports of Irving last winter that lasted for several months. His name was being called all over Europe, and his picture was in the newspapers.

Even though he looks very different now than he did then, Mr. Basil still remembers him.

"Sanchez, sir." Owen reminded.

"Yes, we have met, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Basil gently hugged Miss Zhang and said, "I have been to Hogwarts and sent you letters from Lady Rozier. ”

"Oh—remembered." Owen immediately retrieved the memory from his head. "Is it the family tree?"

"It's really you—this magical world is so small, you can meet acquaintances here."

"It's not small." Mr. Basil responded. "After Vice President Swan fell, I lost my previous job, and then [the excavation committee] was hiring, so I joined in."

"Going round and round?" Owen said.

Then his gaze fell on Miss Zhang in the man's arms. "Looks like you're in a good relationship with her!"

"I, we" Mr. Basil's expression was a little nervous, he wanted to explain, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Owen, "No need to explain, I just read her memory, here I suggest you confess quickly, don't delay any longer." ”

Owen's lazy posture was relaxed and freehand, "I remind you that although Miss Zhang's personality is unlikely to change dramatically, after all, there are so many memories pouring into the brain, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no changes in her personality, such as: aesthetic changes."

Mr. Basil looked confused, completely unaware of what Owen was saying.

"Okay - know you don't understand.

Uh-huh—you can understand that Miss Zhang's mind suddenly has some memories of other people.

This may have some effect on her, and I suggest that the two of you better get married as soon as possible, as an unknown and greatest white wizard once said: love is the greatest power, and the next day and night will help her stabilize her character and personality, after all, she likes you, doesn't she? ”

"Huh?"

"What else? Dude has said it so clearly, you still don't understand? How can you not understand English? ”

"No—I mean—" Mr. Basil stammered suddenly, "I see. ”

He clenched Miss Zhang's hand, "I'll do my best." ”

"Well—don't be so nervous." Owen shrugged his shoulders and walked to the hollow of the plane tree, "It's a big deal." ”

“.”

The boy smiled, stretched out his wand and tapped lightly on the trunk.

At this time, the majestic ancient magic was swimming in the tree in front of him.

Originally, it would return to Miss Zhang's body with the recovery of her memory.

But just now there was a blood connection between them.

The ancient magic found a better place to go, so he did not return to Miss Zhang's body.

Maybe it's the principle of regression.

In short, with Owen, the true heir of ancient magic, here, the surrounding ancient magic forces would naturally choose him as the host.

Suddenly, the entire plane tree emitted a green glow.

It was as if the afternoon sun was shining on the leaves, and the shiny leaves were reflecting.

Then, a cold woman suddenly appeared.

An old acquaintance, that image is supreme at a glance.

However, in the eyes of the people around them, they found that the appearance of the god that appeared was almost exactly the same as that of the boy.

The illusion of God gradually overlapped with Owen, and then shrunk.

The last little bit of dissipation, even the plane tree dissipated into light.

"Yay—one step closer to reincarnation." Owen said lazily.

Then he turned and looked around.

He noticed that everyone's eyes were on him.

"Don't worry - that god stole my number, little things, little things."

"Owen."

Grindelwald stood on the surface of the sea, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Decades ago, he opened the divine tower in India and defeated the creatures that escaped from it.

It's just that there was no Owen at that time, and he had no way to collect those ancient magic.

Now the magic is attached to an unlucky one, and the last few weeks have been in the end.

There are countless treasures in the Divine Bestow Tower.

After he had defeated the creature, the surging ancient magic had come into contact with him for a brief time, as if as a reward, before he realized that he had become younger.

The way it looks today is from back then.

In addition to that, over the years—what Wenda had investigated, the research of the Cleaners, and the inscriptions he himself had found in the Divine Conferral Tower, of course he knew something about certain secrets.

In the past, Grindelwald couldn't tie those secrets together.

But now—as clever as him and Dumbledore, they've more or less guessed it.

"Don't—" the boy waved his hand, "you don't want to ask, and I don't want to answer, so we'll be fine." ”

“.”

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, then there was a long silence.

Sirius was busy checking his crew to see if they were hurt.

Mr. Basil only wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

As for Mr. Winston, he was surprised that Mr. Grindelwald would be here, and according to the original plan, he should be far away in Canada at this time.

"I know you're smart." It was a long time before Grindelwald spoke.

"Whatever happens in the end, I want to say—" He walked slowly over to Owen.

Rubbing his hair again, he said, "I'm lucky and proud to have a grandson like you." ”

(End of chapter)