Owen glanced at Zhang Xiaolin.

No one could answer her questions about her. Not even Owen himself.

He was not the same person as he was now.

With his character, all promises can be counted, as long as something happens in the future that prompts him to change his commitments.

So he couldn't answer Zhang Xiaolin.

However, not all questions in this world have answers.

Some questions, about wind and rain, only after experiencing it, will one come up with his own answer.

Outsiders can't go through the storm for him.

"Professor." Owen looked up at Professor Bridged, "About your trials"

He completed his first test two years ago.

Countless ripples rippled in front of the mirror, and then an object emerged from the mirror.

"You're done, kid." Professor Bridged said gently, sitting in the mirror in an armchair in the Hufflepuff common room, her hands crossed on her lap, her blue eyes shining like stars—tears squeezing into her sockets and scattering the light.

"My second test, you have to deal with the calamity caused by a divine grant tower on your own, and you have done it well."

Only a candle on the table was still shining.

It was the last light in the room.

Owen and Koattel returned to the Hufflepuff common room, the warm air still floating above the lounge, but no one was sitting in the armchairs.

It should be part of a bigger star.

Owen tucked the star into the cloth bag around his waist, and it was dazzling enough.

"Thank you for what you said to me." The corners of the professor's mouth suddenly cracked, revealing a larger smile, and her crossed hands, parted, raised, as if trying to reach out and touch the boy's forehead.

Is that?

When she left, she walked fast.

This is Professor Bridged's guess, and it may not be accurate, but it is the most normal way a normal person can think of.

"Everyone else has gone to bed."

A star?

Owen held the glowing meteorite in both hands, its shape was about round, but the surface visible to the naked eye showed many traces of collision.

"Okay, what else can I say in the end?"

It's like escaping from prison.

The lights are not out, which means that the meeting has not dispersed.

"As you can see, it's a star. It contains a very strong ancient magic, I don't know what it is used for, this is one of the treasures left by Merlin, you carry it with you, it can increase the recovery of magic. ”

"Have you passed my test and are about to face Merlin's third test?" Professor Bridged said.

Today is the first day of the new semester, and he is here with the intention of taking the second test.

"Okay." Professor Bridged didn't say anything else, and didn't ask why Owen disliked Merlin so much, "There's no need to be in such a hurry, you've done a great job in the past few years." In you, for the first time, I saw hope. ”

When Owen returned from Merlin's chamber, it was already the middle of the night.

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Hope, a word that is extremely distant to her.

Owen looked at the candle, the flame was far away, and the yellow light was like the sun.

"Hmm—Merlin?" After Professor Bridged said the name, Owen's first thought was to lose the thing in his hand.

Although Professor Bridged didn't know Merlin's plan, after seeing Owen constantly gathering the magic power of the gods in the Divine Grant Tower, he probably guessed something in his heart, maybe this is the last way, absorbing the magic of the outer gods, can make the heir strong quickly, and grow enough to defeat the outer gods in a short period of time, a few years, more than ten years later, the young man in front of her will have the strength to challenge the outer gods, and the final battle is the crossroads that determine the fate of this world. They will never turn over.

Fluttering, it landed on Owen's hand.

"No—I don't want to see him at all." Owen waved his hand, completely uninterested in it, let's talk about it next year.

Koyatl was a little sad, but she had experienced too much grief, and she had a strong hatred for ancient magic, and now that she knew the unknown nature of this power, she would never pursue it again.

However, the hand only lifted half an inch, and then fell again, like a soaring bird, falling from the clouds, there was a kind of pain that touched the heart.

"Here's for you." She said with a smile.

"Good night, kid."

And Zhang Xiaolin, she is more painful. Silent pain.

"Professor? This "Owen had no idea what this thing was and what it was for.

Professor Bridged did not immediately arrange a second session for him, he had been so busy all year last year, he had only been in the school for a few months, and the reason why he did not come to Professor Bridged was that he knew that the test would definitely be a distraction and labor, and it would not be completed in a short time.

Owen nodded at that expectant gaze.

"Thank you." Owen said that he thought about it, and for the heirs, the Divine Grant Tower was a problem they had to face, and it was normal for Professor Bridged to have such a test.

Without saying a word to them, he disappeared around the corner of the hallway.

What Merlin left behind, it is specified that it is a pit!

As for regenerating mana

With his current magic power, there is almost no possibility of exhaustion, and this thing seems to be restored to ancient magic power, which is completely useless to other wizards, even if he wants to give it to others.

What a chicken rib!

When it got closer, it blew out the candle.

At this point, the banquet ended.

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The next day, Owen slept late and didn't wake up until late.

Strictly speaking, Justin woke him up.

It was too late to wash up, so he just used magic to simply clean his body and hurried to class.

Owen, who rushed out of the room, didn't notice that Justin and Ernie were not in a hurry at all, and the two watched the show with a smile and a smile.

It wasn't until he had rushed down the stairs and walked through the lounge that his front foot had stepped out of the barrel passage that he remembered.

That's not right!

He's in the sixth grade.

No classes this morning!

Level 6 wizards need to be selected first. Lessons, after which classes can be scheduled.

Damn it - fucked by Justin's shit!

Owen retracted his foot, intending to go back and help Justin tighten the skin on his body.

"Morning—" When he turned around, he happened to meet Hannah.

He raised his hand in greeting, and then saw Hannah reach for the candle on the table.

"It's not early." Hannah looked up and said, "Breakfast is over, and now we're going to the auditorium, where Professor McGonagall is waiting to review our class schedule." ”

"Audit the curriculum?" Owen scratched the hair on his head and face, and said, "What's that?" ”

"Don't you know?" Hannah said as she walked out.

Owen didn't care about teaching Justin a lesson, and went straight after him.

Outside the barrel, Hannah continued, "It's according to her own . LS grades, list the courses you want to continue studying, and submit them to Professor McGonagall for review, who will check whether you have passed. Finalize your class schedule for the year. ”

"Oh? I haven't had time to get it yet. ”

"You can refer to mine first." Hannah pulled out a piece of parchment.

Using the Copy Charm, Owen made a copy of the sheet and checked the subjects.

With his grades, he will definitely be able to continue all the courses.

But he didn't want to.

After taking eleven classes in a row for three years in a row, can't he enjoy it now?

So Owen snapped his fingers and deleted all the electives from Hannah's schedule, leaving only four required courses.

Spells, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology.

Uh-huh – that's all!

Beside him—Hannah stole a glance at Owen's class schedule, then the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

She knew that Owen would definitely not get her way.

The two walked side by side.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the auditorium.

The ceiling was blue, with a few faint clouds drifting, like the sky outside the high, mullioned windows.

The food on the long table is long gone.

Only the sixth graders were sitting on the benches waiting for Professor McGonagall.

Owen saw Harry and Hermione talking to Hagrid.

They didn't seem to see Hagrid at the banquet yesterday.

I guess he's worried about his brother.

"Hey, Owen!"

Because the number of people was small, everyone did not sit according to the academy, but gathered together.

Hermione waved at him.

"What's going on? Do you look like you've just woken up? She frowned, "What did you do last night?" ”

They sat together, with Hannah on the side, holding her class schedule and seemingly thinking about some of the classes.

"Uh—I heard a story." Owen waved his hand, "It's not dangerous, don't worry." ”

"Okay." Hermione said, "Why is the hair so messy?" ”

She sighed, then reached out her hands and began to help him stand up his hair.

Owen knows a magic spell that allows his hair to change shape as he pleases, but — it's a treat to have someone comb it.

Spells don't feel that.

"Little Glopp has improved a lot and learned a lot of words." Hagrid, who was talking to Harry, said proudly, "You really deserve to meet him, he likes to make new friends now, and I'm thinking of making him my assistant." ”

"It's good, I think it has a lot of potential." Harry said against his will.

"Alright, it's time for me to go back and prepare for the course. I've got a surprise in store that you're sure to love. ”

With one last sentence, Hagrid left the auditorium.

After his huge figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Harry sighed, then looked at Hermione with some decadence.

"He doesn't think we're going to take a magical beast conservation class!" He was distressed, "I mean, none of us actually said you know. Show enthusiasm for it. ”

"I'm definitely not going to take this course anyway." Owen was the first to speak, and Hagrid's class was spent half of the class wiping Hagrid's ass.

Even though the little wizards are getting stronger now, the magical creatures he chose are really disgusting.

Unless the school considers bringing Newt back to the role. The professor of the course, otherwise he would definitely not choose.

"Of course you have a reason. But we—" said Ron, "we're friends with Hagrid, but to be honest, very few young wizards like his class, and none of us in our age want to take the course of protecting magical beasts." ”

"Long pain is better than short pain, unless you are willing to continue to suffer for the next two years." Owen leaned down slightly, as Hermione didn't have to lift her arm.

"Alright—" Harry and Ron looked at each other, "you have a point, it's time to make a break!" ”

A few more minutes passed.

Just as Hermione had re-tied her silver hair together, Professor McGonagall appeared.

She walked in through the side door.

Then the young wizards' schedules began to be reviewed.

It's a long job.

Everyone lined up, and Hermione originally wanted to check the course with Owen, but after seeing that there were only a few courses on his curriculum, she shook her head and withdrew her class schedule noncommittally.

This guy - can't do it!

Teams are arranged by name.

Hannah, as the king of iron hats, was the first to take the stage again.

She's used to it.

It was Hermione's turn after a few minutes.

Hermione chose to continue her studies in Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Potions, and Alchemy.

Many doors were abandoned.

Professor McGonagall approved her class schedule with just a glance.

And then there's Neville.

"Your herbology is good." She said, "The .ls grades are 'excellent' and Mrs. Sprout must be happy to see you go back, Defence Against the Dark Arts grades are 'excellent' and eligible to continue taking Professor Snape's courses." A 'good' grade in the Transfiguration class is also sufficient. But I don't understand, why are you asking for not taking a Charms class. You've also got 'Excellent' for your spell score. ”

"My grandmother thinks it's a good idea to take a Charms class." Neville muttered.

"It's serious discrimination." Professor McGonagall said, "Just take the Charms class, and I'm going to write a letter to Augusta to remind her that just because she failed the Charms class that year, she shouldn't think it's worth studying." Seeing the look of disbelief on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped the tip of her wand on a blank class schedule and handed it to Neville, which had already been filled in with the details of his classes for the semester.

Then a few more people passed.

To Harry.

He didn't have much to say. Harry had achieved good grades in all subjects, and he didn't plan to take any more subjects if he passed.

Glancing at Harry's timetable, Professor McGonagall immediately looked at him with dissatisfaction, and then the professor tapped the timetable with his wand. Then he handed it to Harry.

"Let's go to class!"

"Okay professor." Harry took his own timetable.

But I didn't take a few steps before I realized that something was wrong.

Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbs, Transfiguration, Potions, Ancient Runi, Alchemy.

Well?

Why are there two more?

He didn't choose ancient runi and alchemy!

"Professor."

"Next!" Professor McGonagall didn't give Harry a chance to ask questions.

"I" Harry wanted to cry without tears, what was this, he had thought that the next two years would be easier.

Ron stole a glance at Harry's class schedule, and a snickering of joy in his heart.

But within a few minutes, the smile on his face shifted to Owen's face.

Ron was given a timetable identical to Harry's.

(End of chapter)