The work of the Joint Wizard Excavations Committee is not all over.

After all, this is still a serious archaeological organization, even if there is no external god power, the inscription in the divine grant tower can be regarded as a historical treasure.

Australia is done.

He returned to England with Sirius and the others.

Grandpa Grindelwald traveled alone to Canada, where there is also a divine tower, but the exact location is not yet clear and needs to be explored.

Owen didn't follow.

Mr. Basil and the lady Zhang returned to Daming.

Mr. Winston remained there. He was intrigued by the historical texts in the Divine Tower.

At the beginning of August, Owen finally set foot on English soil again, returning to London.

In front of 12 Grimmauld Place, Owen pushed open the door of Black's ancestral home alone.

Sirius seems to have some work to negotiate with the Federation.

After returning to London, he left without much stop.

It was almost early in the morning, and the sky was dark and there were no stars to be seen.

In big cities, the probability of seeing the stars in the sky is still too small.

"Meow?"

The door had just opened.

In the dimly lit hallway, Owen saw a white kitten with a lion-like mane tiptoeing around.

"Shylock?"

Owen screamed.

The kitten immediately rushed towards him. Jumped into his arms.

"Dead cat—it's been gone for half a year."

You really shouldn't have a cat at Hogwarts.

Originally, cats are wild creatures that are difficult to get rid of, and almost everyone is free-range for little wizards to raise them, and it won't take long for domestic cats to grow wild cats.

Pinching the backbone of Hillock's fate.

Owen walked briskly down the stairs.

In 12 Grimmauld Place, only Koyatl should be living now, whether the Ron family has moved in or not Owen is not very clear, Harry is definitely not there, he will have to stay at his aunt's house for at least more than a month.

Hermione shouldn't be there either, and the family may be in France.

Walk up to the third floor, where he had lived before, and there was a room arranged for him.

Pushing open the door, it was dark inside, the ceiling was high, and the room was not large, just enough for a bed, a wardrobe and a table.

The room Harry and Ron were living in was large enough to fit two beds.

Holding the cat, Owen lifted the quilt and lay in.

Stay up until the wee hours of the morning, what are you doing without sleeping at this time?

A dreamless night.

The next morning, the sun was shining through the window, and he forgot to draw the curtains.

The dazzling light is like a needle pricking the eye, and when you wake up, you want to sleep again, but it is impossible.

Tossing and turning on the bed, turning his head sideways, he opened his eyes, and a pair of bright brown eyes appeared in his sight.

"Good morning," the girl said softly.

"I thought you were still in France." Owen looked at her gently, a smile curling into his mouth.

Rolling over, he crushed Hermione underneath him.

"I only came back a few days ago." Hermione blushed and said, "Grandma told me that your business in India is done. ”

"India?" Owen thought about it, the time was just right, if it wasn't for the disappearance of the Camelot, he should have returned to London a few days ago.

"There's a delay."

Leaning down, the boy kissed the girl's red lips.

His palms brushed her cheeks, fingertips curling and tightening between her thick strands.

This kiss is greedy and longing.

All the way down, kissed her white neck.

Feel her breath.

It was a long time before they were separated.

It's a pity that it's early in the morning, and if it's night, it shouldn't have ended like this.

"Whew-" Hermione gasped and stepped her head into the boy's arms.

After a long time, she said, "When, can you do something safely." There will be no surprises, no delays. ”

Hermione also experienced the Battle of the Poseidon.

She knew exactly how terrible Owen was facing.

He'd been through the accident several times that made her think she'd never come back.

The girl said, gradually raising her voice: "Now the whole wizarding world is in a mess, the names of the dead appear in the newspapers every day, the war with the [Pretenders] is not in sight, and now there are those [Divine Towers].

I read the newspaper every day, do you know? ”

She looked up, her eyes moistened.

She was scared—afraid that one day she would see Owen's name in the newspaper, for better or worse, she was afraid to see it.

"Alright." Owen brushed the ends of her hair, "I really didn't have any trouble this time. ”

"I never lie."

This time, he really didn't encounter any trouble, he just walked around outside and recovered part of the essence of the two outer gods, it's as simple as that.

"Then there's another time. You can't always be that lucky—" Hermione said stubbornly.

“.”

This is really something that Owen can't refute.

He could only get up, lie down against the head of the bed, and hug Hermione next to him tighter.

Feel the breath emanating from the girl's body, like a wild rose growing stubbornly on a mountain cliff.

Listen to each other's heartbeats.

He tangled with her fingers.

After half a ring, Owen muttered, "Someone always has to do it." ”

"Somebody is going to inevitably get hurt."

"I can only do my best."

Hearing this, Hermione raised her head, her big eyes full of sadness and determination.

"I'm with you." She said.

Then he arched and crawled close to the boy's face.

Offer her kiss.

In the morning, in the basement, Kreacher had already prepared breakfast.

There were many people seated at the long table.

Owen guessed wrong.

The Weasleys, except for the Weasleys, the rest, Ron, Ginny, and the Twins are all here.

And, of course, Koyatl.

Everyone was eating breakfast lively.

"When did you come back?" George asked, looking at Owen.

"Last night." Owen said, "How many of you are here? No one lives in the Burrow? ”

Sirius said for safety." Fred said, "The Burrow is in tatters, but it's a home, and now we can't even go home." ”

"I also prefer the Burrow." Owen agreed. "It's so depressing to live here. I don't like this house. ”

"We don't like it." "There's no garden, there's no forest, but I still like the open space behind the Burrow, where we practice Quidditch during the summer." ”

"yes—" Owen nodded, he wanted to remodel his room, mainly because it was too small, and it didn't matter if he lived alone.

If only with Hermione.

At least have a separate bathroom!

Hermione was reading a lot of newspapers in her hand.

She has developed a habit of reading books and newspapers.

As for Owen's thoughts, she must have guessed something.

She neither wanted to say no nor agree outright, so keeping quiet was a good idea.

In the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, there is a vague mention of Australia.

But with only a few lines, the matter of the divine tower naturally cannot be made public.

The newspaper only published that the missing Federation ship Camelot had been found.

No news has been revealed for the rest.

After breakfast, the twins went about their business.

They opened a new shop in Diagon Alley, and they still had to take care of it for the first few days.

After a long time, they plan to hire someone to take care of the store.

After all, they are inventors and can't put all their energy into opening a store.

Owen was busy renovating his room.

Start by using the Infinite Extension Charm to expand the size of the room.

Then he painted a false forest sun on the wall, and then separated one end to make a balcony.

Finally, there was the furniture in the room, which could be purchased in Diagon Alley, but both Owen and Hermione preferred the new Muggle furniture to the old aesthetic of wizards.

In the process of laboring, Owen also told Hermione what had happened in the past month.

Except for the analysis of Miss Zhang's spiritual world, the rest can be told.

After listening to Owen's story, Hermione didn't notice anything unusual.

Indeed, as he said, in the past month, he has not encountered any troubles, and he is relaxed as if he is traveling.

This made the little witch's tense heart finally relax.

Just finished lunch at noon.

There was a knock on the door of 12 Grimmauld Place, and someone had come to visit them.

The little wizards were surprised that someone would come at this time.

But Owen probably guessed the identity of the arrival.

Sure enough, when the door opened, Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.

"I knew it had to be you." Owen said, "Didn't Grandpa write to you?" ”

"I prefer to listen to people than dry words." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "You have to understand an old man, Owen. When people are old, they like to listen to other people's stories. ”

"Okay—I'll bring my own tea." Owen complained.

"I'm afraid we can't stay here today." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Talking as you go?" ”

"Where are you going?" Owen asked.

"Well- go to Privet Road first, Harry seems to be having a bad time with his aunt and uncle. Then we're going to visit a friend of mine. ”

"Oh-yes, if you can, Miss Granger, Miss Stewart, and Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said with a wink.

Hearing this, Owen immediately knew who Dumbledore was going to.

Anyway, if it's the professor, it doesn't seem that there are so many little wizards to go, Harry can successfully hook the professor's heart with a savior, and he needs someone else?

"If you stay in the house all the time, you will get moldy." The old headmaster added.

"Okay."

Everyone got ready, and then went out with Dumbledore.

Theoretically, the little wizards were paired in pairs, with a poor Ginny alone.

But in fact, it was Ron.

This guy doesn't seem to have made much progress with Koyatl for more than a month.

To Privet Road, the group took the subway.

An old man with a sixtieth birthday, leading five young men and women, is still very eye-catching in the subway station.

The main thing is that Owen himself is noticeable enough.

Dumbledore seemed to love experiencing this novelty.

Obviously, they could directly phantom past, but he still chose the subway and bus.

Anyway, on the way, the young wizards were quite happy, there were several pure-blood wizards present, Muggle transport, they didn't often sit.

Even Hermione rarely rides the subway now.

I feel that in a few years, when the subway station enters the information age and opens online ticket purchase, she will not know how to take it.

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And everyone's destination, No. 4 Privet Road, the atmosphere of the Dursley family was not so relaxed.

The family had a bad summer, and at the beginning of the summer vacation, they were warned by Sirius.

The day before you leave for Australia.

The godfather of the dog still took the time to come to Dursley's house.

His conversation with Harry's aunt and uncle was anything but harmonious, and if it weren't for Tonks' obstruction, Sirius would have been able to fight Dursley.

Of course, it's just a one-sided hanging.

The Dursleys didn't have a good look at Harry's godfather either, and for the past few decades they had been trying to distance themselves from that world in the hope of squeezing the magic out of their nephew's body, but in the end it turned out to be a waste of time.

Now suddenly a wizard broke into their house.

One can imagine the Dursleys' mood at that time.

It's the end of the world for them.

In fact, the fact that the family reacted so much is not entirely due to their discrimination against wizards, mainly because they are terrible every time they meet with wizards.

Hagrid's pigtail, Fred and George's flying car, and then Harry blowing up his aunt.

Now, Harry's magic level is getting higher and higher, and minors who use magic outside of school will be warned by the Ministry of Magic - then it's better not to use a wand, a few simple spells, Transfiguration, he can cast spells without a wand.

After teaching his cousin a few lessons in a row, Harry's relationship with the Dursleys dropped to a freezing point.

It was only in the last hour before Dumbledore's arrival that Harry finally went downstairs to inform his aunt and uncle of the news.

As he expected, after a brief moment of shock, they immediately began to complain, Aunt Petunia began to look out the window in a panic, and Aunt Vernon began to shout loudly that their house was not a park and anyone could enter. - Harry promised that he would not dare to say this when he met Dumbledore.

Harry didn't explain, he walked back to his room, feeling relieved that he was finally getting rid of the Dursleys this year.

He didn't expect it to be Professor Dumbledore picking him up.

Harry knew that Sirius and Professor Lupin weren't in the country, but wasn't Tonks?

He had always thought it would be Tonks who would pick him up.

Unexpectedly, it was Dumbledore who came in person.

Harry held a piece of parchment in his hand, which Professor Dumbledore had written to him.

The letter had been sent four days earlier, and since he had received it, Harry had taken it out from time to time to look at it, and the parchment had been tightly rolled when it had arrived, and now it was flattened, with some words written on it in long, crooked handwriting.

Dear Harry,

If it's convenient for you, I'll be picking you up at 4 Privet Road this Friday at noon.

If nothing else, your friends, Owen and Hermione, have already returned to the UK, and they will be departing with me at the same time, and you will spend the rest of the summer with your friends.

In addition, I am going to do something, and I would be very happy to have your help. Details will be discussed at the time of meeting.

Please bring back this owl back to the trust, and see you on Friday.

Your most loyal Albus Dumbledore.

Harry had memorized the contents of the letter for a long time, and early this morning, he couldn't help but sit by the bedroom window, where he could clearly see the two intersections of Privet Road, waiting for Dumbledore's arrival.

It was only a few hours later that Harry realized that he was stupid.

But he still couldn't help it, he would glance at it in a few minutes, maybe Professor Dumbledore was ahead of schedule?

On the table below him was a thick stack of Daily Prophet.

It was the only way Harry could know what was going on outside.

The news in the country has been quiet for a month.

The scars ceased to bleed as time passed, and although the wounds were still there, everyone was calmed in the numbness.

The news abroad is a bit complicated, and the federation is attacking everywhere, and the war with the [Pretenders] has entered a white heat.

Attacks and murders are staged daily in the newspapers.

A few days ago, Harry had also noticed that several dark organizations had announced their defection to Voldemort.

This made Harry realize that Voldemort was still the most wicked and powerful dark wizard outside, despite his deflated presence with them.

In the face of the rapid rise of the dark forces, the new Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, has a weekly announcement of new initiatives.

For example, the article "The Ministry of Magic Keeps Students Safe".

Last year, although Hogwarts was peaceful, several young wizards died in the United States, not the school.

Still, Scrimgeour has unveiled a number of initiatives to keep students safe.

This includes a layer of protective magic around Hogwarts, a series of Boundary-Breaking Charms, and a dedicated Auror team sent to protect the school.

The new minister's resolute stance won the favor of some wizards.

However, for young wizards, many of their freedoms may be denied this year, such as the time spent in Hogsmeade Village, and the fact that they are not allowed to leave the castle during the holidays.

Looking at the news, Harry gradually felt nervous and irritable.

He finally understood what it meant to know more and more, the more painful it became.

He couldn't help at all, he could only worry until he got bored.

Harry glanced at his box to make sure it wasn't missing, and then at the alarm clock.

It's already twelve fifty.

There are only ten minutes left before the agreed time.

Harry sprinted to the window, squinting at the sidewalk in the distance.

Sure enough, a familiar white-bearded old man appeared in his sight, as well as many friends he was familiar with.

Retracting his gaze, Harry quickly stood up, picked up his suitcase and walked out.

"Be quiet—"

Downstairs, Uncle Vernon's shouts could be heard in the living room.

The sound of lifting the suitcase made a thumping sound, which made him very unhappy.

Harry didn't care, though.

He's about to leave here, free.

This made him more tolerant than ever at this time.

To Vernon's astonished eyes, Harry snapped his fingers slightly, and the suitcase immediately floated.

Then he ran merrily to the living room.

Just as he reached the living room with his front feet, the bell rang outside the door.

Vernon walked slowly to the door with disgust and fear on his face, and when he opened the door, a deep and gentle voice rang out, "Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry must have told you that I was coming to pick him up, didn't he?" ”

(End of chapter)