"But I guess that book doesn't just belong to the 'Half-Blood Prince.'"

"What do you mean?" Hermione said.

"Look at the signature darling." Owen said, "If you were a half-blood prince, would you write: Will this book always belong only to half-blood princes?" ”

"Hmm-" Hermione paused, then suddenly realized what Owen meant.

- Forever only - this sentence is too strong.

Any writer who signs his name will only write his name and will not precede it with such a sentence.

"The more you emphasize something, the more it proves that something is wrong."

"Forever just for me - this book should have other meanings, important to our 'prince', and the most important thing in our 'baby's life seems to be only that person—the woman."

"So I guess this book isn't just the work of the 'oil-headed baby' alone, didn't Slughorn say it? A certain Bai Yueguang is one of his favorite students, then she must have a super talent in potions, and they have also cooperated in the International Potions Masters, so."

"So the book actually has her credit?"

"The logical inference should be like this." Owen said.

"Oh-" Hermione looked at Harry, if the book was to her mother's credit. Then he probably wouldn't mind that the old textbooks belonged to Snape.

"What are you guys doing?" Harry looked at the two of them in confusion.

He could hear what Hermione and Owen seemed to be saying.

"Nothing." Owen glanced at Harry with pity, got up and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's good to be confused." ”

He then walked out into the crowd.

The little wizards over there, there are still some problems with the skills of casting spells without a wand.

Guidance is needed.

And Harry—he didn't dwell on the question for long, and soon told Hermione about the witch from the Far East.

I have to say that Miss Zhang does have some means.

She taught Harry a meditation-like approach to emotion management, which allowed him to quickly fall into a state of self-forgetfulness and get twice the result of learning Occlumency.

After only three or four classes in a few weeks, Occlumency, he made great progress.

It's not far from the initial mastery.

On the other hand, regarding the selection of Quidditch, various houses are also in the process of expediting.

Hufflepuff was lying flat.

After Cedric graduated, the last of their players was gone.

On the Gryffindor side, Harry and Ginny began to organize the selection of people intensively, but a group of people were selected.

Ron also joined the team.

However, this almost new team still needs a long period of training before it can burst into combat effectiveness.

Peacefully, Hogwarts time has entered October.

But far from this paradise.

Madness is growing.

Today is an of journalists throughout Europe.

From a week ago, they were in a state of euphoria.

A shocking piece of news leaked from the International Court of Justice in The Hague.

Everyone who heard the news went crazy.

Europe, Netherlands, The Hague.

As the capital of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, the province of South Holland, although the capital of the Dutch constitution is Amsterdam, The Hague is actually the seat of the central government, parliament and Supreme Court of the Netherlands, and the vast majority of government offices and foreign embassies are located here.

The Hague in October has already issued a chill.

The cold wind blew on the ground.

On the streets, the traffic was completely gone, and the entire neighborhood was cordoned off.

At each intersection, there are armored vehicles patrolling.

A large number of soldiers watched everything closely.

Vigilant helicopter gunships constantly flying through the air. From time to time, the building flashed with guarded soldiers, and as for the sirens in the streets, it has not stopped since morning.

And all of this adds a sense of slaughter to the air.

The reason for this unprecedented trial is that in addition to individuals, the main defendant in this unprecedented trial is a state.

At first instance, the judge pronounced the verdict - Defendant: The Government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland needs to compensate the entire European theater for all economic losses and the arrest of those responsible.

The reason is that the organizers of this war, some of the executors, were British.

After the verdict was announced, British lawyers protested angrily.

Dissatisfied with the verdict.

They argued that the war criminals could not be called British at all.

Do they have a nationality? Do you have a passport? Is there a certificate of employment from any enterprise or institution recognized by the Queen?

You can't be British because you were born in the UK.

And — the International Court of Justice does not seem to have the power to try them, as a State party.

Judging them is a matter for the Pope.

It is recommended that the United Nations connect with the Vatican and not look for us.

In the face of the nonsense of the British lawyers, it is obvious that the judges have no intention of arguing with them, and directly announced that the result of this matter has been determined by the NATO Combined Fleet, and if you have any objections, you can negotiate with the Combined Fleet Command, they are just going through the process - and besides, some people are already very upset with you.

I hope you don't lose sight of the times.

Of course, the judges are civilized people, and it is impossible to say it so bluntly, but that's probably what it means.

The news reached the UK and the government was shaken.

The Prime Minister, Mr. Harker, was almost dizzy - because of the compensation given by the court, he was in a trance because of the zero behind the string of numbers.

I can't afford to lose money if I sell Britain.

Under international pressure, Haque, as the prime minister, could only go to The Hague in person, hoping to reach a settlement with the representatives of various countries before the final trial.

Of course – of course!

As journalists, a country that is deflated does not make them happy to be like this.

What really drove the world into madness was that countries finally revealed the truth.

The truth called The Witcher.

Magic, Death Eaters, Dark Wizards, and so on have been flooding the world like crazy during this time, and no one thinks that the old witch in the picture book is just a delusion.

The blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

The name of the wizard was nailed to the depths of the human heart forever.

The International Wizarding Secrecy Act has finally become a scrap of paper.

Hatred has long been growing unchecked.

It spreads at the speed of light in the hearts of the living.

This time, all casters will be implicated.

"One of my relatives has passed away."

In the Hufflepuff break room in mid-October.

Outside the window, sleet frantically hits the seemingly fragile glass.

In the armchairs, the little wizards sat and chatted.

The breath hovering over the lounge was oppressive.

Although the flame of the candle illuminates the faces of the people, it cannot transfer heat to them.

"That one?"

"My father's cousin is my aunt." Justin said.

"Their family had been on a trip to Italy a month ago and then had been attacked by a dark wizard."

"They weren't targeted, but they died in the aftermath of magic."

"When the news got back to our house, my parents had a big fight, and my mom was supporting me to become a wizard and go to school at Hogwarts, but my dad seemed to have been affected by the war. He"

"That's his family, after all." Hannah patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "Even we have been affected. ”

"There are Muggle relatives among half-blood wizards. During this time, news of dark wizards in the Muggle world was flying all over the world, and we seemed to be the target of public criticism. ”

"After all, the Death Eaters did that." Ernie opened his mouth to say that as one of the few pure-blood wizards present, his position had also changed, "I've heard that hundreds of thousands of people have died across Europe.

Hundreds of thousands!

If I were a Muggle leader, I'd be crazy about getting revenge on wizards. ”

"Now that we're at war with Muggles, I'm afraid of a war." Hannah continued.

"The Death Eaters were too unscrupulous." "If it goes on like this, it's going to get more and more chaotic, and even if it's going to end up being war," Justin said. ”

"I don't think it's necessary to care about this, Muggles can't attack Hogwarts anyway." Ernie said rather loosely, "Besides, Muggles can't beat us." ”

"Not necessarily." Justin said, "You haven't seen any modern weapons, and the greatest advantage of wizards over Muggles is to hide themselves."

If there's any way they can tell the wizard from the crowd, I don't think we'll have an advantage. ”

"Heh—I think you're dreaming. It's ridiculous to hear, what can Muggles do? I can blow a bridge away with a spell, can they? ”

"Their artillery can do it too!" Justin said with some displeasure.

"You're underestimating Muggles."

"I think you're underestimating wizards."

"Alright, stop!" Hannah stretched out her hand and pulled Justin away from her, "Don't argue, war is not a good solution anyway." What we have to do is how to avoid war. ”

"Owen - do you have any ideas?"

She looked at Owen, who was slumped in an armchair with one leg resting on the armrest, and a letter in the other.

Hearing someone call him, Owen's emerald green eyes leaked out from behind the parchment.

"No idea." He said.

"Let's go to war!"

"What?" Hannah asked, stunned.

"Two months ago, we were in Berlin – witnessing the fall of a modern city into hell.

After that, there was no need for peace talks.

Hatred and blood can only be repaid with death. War is a sure thing. The countries of Europe were able to endure for two months, not because they were afraid of the wizard, but because they were collecting information about the wizard. ”

He started in his armchair, tucked Grindelwald's reply letter into his pocket, and continued, "They have gathered a lot of information about wizards after the Italian naval battle. Believe me, what you know about the current situation of wizards, and the high-ranking people of various countries also know about it.

The ability of a modern state to organize and mobilize is not at all comparable to that of an ancient king.

For example, I suspect that there is a list of all school-age children in the UK on the desk in the Prime Minister's office, and MI5 can easily identify children who may be wizards from these lists.

Names like Hermione, Justin, Harry, our Prime Minister must know. ”

"You mean, Muggles are planning a war against wizards?" Ernie asked with a dark face.

"Obviously—" Owen shrugged, a little more disdainful in his tone, "In fact, wizards are no match for Muggles if it's just a matter of intrigue.

Because the wizards have so many methods, the Dementors, the Truth Elixir, and even the Imperius Charm and the Heart Drilling Charm.

As a result, wizards have developed path dependence, not using their brains at all, and their ability to reason logically is comparable to that of Muggle teenagers.

Civilly speaking, wizards are naïve, and rough words are just a bunch of idiots. ”

"The IQ is outrageously low. He didn't have any strategic vision, and if he hadn't been able to cast spells, he would have been chopped into eight pieces by the Muggles. ”

"You" Ernie wanted to retort, but he didn't have the courage to face Owen.

"You don't have to argue." Owen said flatly.

"Because soon the facts will come to you."

"You want to talk about Muggles' plans to attack wizards?" He wasn't stupid, and it was easy to guess what Owen was trying to say.

"They're going to make it." Owen said, "Wizards pay a terrible price, and I'm just curious how things are going to go out." ”

"I think it's just your assumption." Ernie said politely.

"I don't have to argue with you. Look—war is coming. ”

He smiled and said nothing.

I looked up at the candle flame on the ceiling.

Grandpa Grindelwald's letter Owen has been received.

The trip to Canada is not smooth, and finding an ancient tower within the Arctic Circle is not an easy task.

Over the past few months, he has searched many places.

It almost turned the location of the Canadian Divine Bestowal Tower marked in the city of Ionia dozens of kilometers in a radius of dozens of kilometers.

But still nothing has been gained.

According to Owen's speculation, the Divine Grant Tower should be relatively intact, just like the one in England, the Divine Grant Tower in the Cave, which requires some means to open.

Not ancient magic, to be sure.

Because Grindelwald found a prop from Victor that could detect ancient magic.

So it must be some other way.

Inexplicably, Owen remembered Regulus and his mother.

Slughorn's picture must have something else.

He probably knows something.

The next day.

Early morning.

The cold wind outside the window blew all night.

There were already people in the castle with thick clothes on board.

Owen arrived at the auditorium early in the morning.

On the Gryffindor bench, Hermione got up before him.

The little witch was holding a pamphlet.

She had compiled it after sorting through Snape's old textbooks.

There were also some newspapers on the long table.

I don't know if it's a magic newspaper.

He even saw The Times and The Daily Telegraph.

"What's wrong?" Owen walked over and sat down beside her, "When did you start following this Muggle news?" ”

He casually picked up the Times on the table.

The headline on the front page is an article denouncing the country.

The title is: Who is responsible for our lives, the wizard or the state.

The incompetence and cowardice of the current British government, which the article has so much criticized, and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people in Europe cannot make our government tough.

"It's dangerous." Hermione looked up and put the booklet down in her hand.

"Although from their standpoint, there is nothing wrong with the newspaper article, it is advocating war."

Her brow furrowed slightly, "We—wizards and Muggles—are now sitting on powder kegs, and any spark could detonate. And the result is that we will both be blown to pieces! ”

(End of chapter)