Owen looked up at the many portraits of the headmaster and said, "After the fall of King Arthur's Camelot dynasty, English wizards never stopped trying to re-establish a magical dynasty.

From the time the Romans withdrew and continued until the Tudors, this struggle for power, family, and court lasted for a thousand years.

The final failure of the wizards to establish a magical dynasty was declared.

Of course - the wizard's defeat was entirely self-inflicted, representatives of the Norman nobility: the Malfoys, Lestranges, the Notts, Travers, Selwyns.

Representatives of Anglo-Saxon: the Lombards, the Burkes, the Flints, the Crouches.

Representatives of the Celts: the Abbott family, the Black family.

Rozier of France.

Queen Catherine of England and Queen Anne Boleyn of England of the Spanish power.

Elizabeth, the last queen of the Tudor dynasty.

All the forces are in this land!

The scene of life and everything competing is still in front of you!

As a result of the scuffle, no single force could control the Muggles and establish a magical kingdom like the Camelot dynasty. ”

Owen suddenly looked at the Black Headmaster, "And among all the forces, the most painful defeat is the original power of England, the descendants of Camelot, the Celts: the Weasleys, the Abbots, and the Blacks."

That's why I say that Black's demise is inevitable, because the foreign wizarding families, whether it is Malfoy and Lestrange who followed William the Conqueror into England, or the French, Spaniards, and Danes, although they also have contradictions, their common enemies must be the native British family forces. Looking at Blake now, it's clear that those people have a successful plan. ”

"Shhh

Maybe they weren't referring to Muggle-born wizards at all, but wizards with foreign blood, tsk—if that was the case—that would be hilarious. The weapons of the Celts eventually became a sharp weapon used by the Saxons to deal with the Celts. ”

Owen smashed his mouth and glanced at the silver cup on the table, which seemed to be honey water.

He picked it up and took a sip.

"Merlin too, choosing the Weasley family as the heirs of previous generations, perhaps because they are the descendants of Camelot?"

"Principal Dexter." Owen's gaze focused on the portrait of Headmaster Dexter, "Is my guess right?" ”

“.”

There was silence in the office.

It was a long time before a wizard spoke.

"Yes. You're quite right. ”

"Who are you?" Owen noticed the headmaster for the first time.

His face had been carved by the years, his skin was like old leather, and his hair was gray, sparsely scattered on the top of his head, like patches of silver-white snowflakes.

The beard on the chin is neatly trimmed, and each one looks so delicate and powerful.

Wears a dark blue robe.

It looks like the wizard is only fifty or sixty years old.

This is the prime of the wizard's life, but since his portrait is here, it means that the headmaster is likely to die young.

"Iosha Sakendenberg." The Headmaster said in a deep voice, his voice magnetic, "I was Headmaster of Hogwarts from 1490 to 1503. ”

"You're right, especially the Plantagenet Dynasty, the Lancaster Dynasty has been the most intense fighting for more than three hundred years, with assassinations of wizards and frame-ups of royals almost every few years, and the highest power wizarding body, the British Wizards' Council, which changes a few people every few years.

But unlike in the past, wizards today are not very interested in ruling Muggles and establishing magical dynasties, except for dark wizards like Voldemort. ”

"Wait—what did you say, what the kid said was true?" Before Owen could speak, Phineas couldn't help it at first, "Why, no one has ever told me this!" ”

Phineas was born in the nineteenth century, three or four hundred years short of the principals.

"This is the principle Phineas!" "We don't have to tell the current principal everything, and if we don't ask, we'll never answer." ”

"So we Blake have been stupidly bullied and weakened by you for hundreds of years?"

"It's not me!" Iosha Sarkendenberg was a little annoyed, "That's how it was back then. ”

"Bullshit!" Phineas roared, and now he was like a lion, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! ”

Oh my god - Malfoy and Lestrange, with whom he had always befriended, turned out to be Blake's enemies.

His hated enemy, the lower Riba Weasley, was his kindred.

This.

The anger in Phineas's heart burned brightly, and he thought back to the past—full of pain and incomprehension.

The feeling of being blinded, being toyed with in the palm of his hand made him feel ashamed.

"Alright." Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He glanced at Owen with a hint of meaning.

Even he didn't know much about the history of wizards.

It's hard to imagine where this kid knew this.

"Let's all go back." He said.

The voice was unusually tired.

There is no solution to the current problem, and the scars of the past have been revealed.

I don't know what's going on, the wizarding world is getting more and more chaotic.

The old headmaster sighed softly.

As the current president of the federation, the pressure on him has increased, and sometimes he even gives birth to resign as president to concentrate on British affairs.

But this can't be.

Wizards all over Europe were staring at him, and the more chaos he had, the more he needed leadership, and if he resigned at this time, it would have a strong negative impact on the ministries of magic in all European countries.

What's more, the reform of the federation has entered a deep level.

The war was a problem, but he believed that if the Federation survived the war, it would be a new look.

"Let's go." Owen shrugged, nodded to Headmaster Dumbledore, and led the young wizards out the door.

One after another, everyone withdrew.

On the way down the spiral staircase, everyone chose to be silent.

Of the crowd, Ron was the most surprised.

He had never known that his family had such a history.

If it had been in the past, he would have broken the casserole and asked Owen everything about the Weasleys in history.

But now, especially after the last help of Ms. Shanee Weasley, the history of the past seemed to him more of a burden and a heavy responsibility.

The more you know, the more you know, the more you will only add to your troubles.

Now their family is doing well.

Ron didn't want anything to happen.

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Back in the auditorium, Hermione pulled Owen without lingering and headed straight to the other towers, the destination being the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

The rally is about to begin.

Although neither of them is currently on this.

Pushing open the door to the Room of Requirement, Hermione hurriedly searched for a corner, deformed the table and chairs, and took out her morning newspapers, mainly Muggle newspapers, to try to find some news on them.

Harry, they don't know what they're up to.

It took a long time to come over.

One after another, other young wizards came here.

Koyatl was among them, and she was mainly responsible for teaching, and Owen was fishing.

As Harry had said, when the young wizards gathered, the atmosphere immediately became a little eerie.

The Gryffindor wizards were very grumpy.

It's clear – they're split into two camps.

If it were ordinary, Hermione would have rebuked them and issued a declaration of solidarity, trying to force the crowd together.

Now, she doesn't have the heart to do that.

All my energy went to the newspapers.

She didn't leave until noon, when it was time to eat.

Or Owen came back from the auditorium with some food.

In the afternoon, a few more owls flew to Hogwarts.

Or the newspaper Hermione ordered.

Newspapers in Europe.

Speaking of which, Miss Granger is also quite wealthy in the Muggle world, mainly because of the bonuses she received from those Muggle medals.

In this way, they read the newspaper for an afternoon.

Before dinner, Hermione left the Room of Requirement.

In the next few days.

The wind was calm and nothing seemed to have happened.

The whole world fell into some kind of eerie silence.

Harry said that maybe Voldemort gave up on the action.

He didn't want to start a war with the Muggles.

But Hermione didn't think so.

She thinks that the other party may be secretly infiltrating or something.

Maybe there are other purposes, but in short, we can't let our guard down.

Owen is of the same opinion.

In the courtyard in front of the castle bridge, many young wizards gathered.

Owen, Hannah, Justin, Koatle, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and many more are there.

Today is the first Hogsmeade Village visit day of the semester.

Originally, the professors wanted to directly prohibit the young wizard from going to Hogsmeade Village this year.

However, after the Ministry of Magic sent more people to patrol, it relented.

Under the tower bell.

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of the classmates who had been allowed to go to Hogsmeade. It was longer than ever, as Filch used his probe to test everyone over and over again.

"What does it matter if we smuggle out the dark magic items?" Ron said dismissively, "Besides, is this thing useful for you?" It looks like it's just a metal shelf. ”

He was so insulting that he was poked a few more times by the Secret Detector, and when they walked outside into the wind, rain and snow, he was grinning in pain.

Filch's detector was of course useless, the kind of thing could only detect dark magic items from the past.

However, now all Dark Arts items have added Hidden Enchantments.

To put it simply, the virus has been upgraded, and the firewall is still an old version, so it's strange that it's useful.

However, Owen didn't speak as badly as Ron, and Filch's presence was already low, and if he was allowed to show up, they would almost forget that there was still this person in the school.

The walk to Hogsmeade was uncomfortable. The little wizards wrapped their scarves around the lower part of their faces, and the exposed parts were quickly frozen to the point of pain, and then they were numb.

Owen and Hermione snuggled together, and this was the time to test shame.

Miss Granger was a little ashamed, but she didn't refuse, and let Owen put her arm around her.

Ginny was very bold, and when Harry hesitated, she went straight to it.

The speed was so fast that Ron's eyelids jumped sharply.

Justin and Susan seem to be falling out.

With Ron's ten guts, he didn't dare to do anything to Koatle.

As for the others, well—they had to tighten their robes.

On the road leading to the entrance of the village, you can see students bending over and braving the wind.

Feeling the heat in his arms, Owen wondered more than once why he didn't choose to stay with Miss Granger in the warm lounge or somewhere else, given the time.

You have to come to Hogsmeade!

He didn't have anything to buy either.

Gan.

If it weren't for the invitation of the twins, he wouldn't have come in the cold.

"Hey—"

When they finally reached Hogsmeade, they found that most of the shops were closed.

The only thing that could be called lively in the whole neighborhood was George and Fred's Weasley Alchemy.

"We were less than three miles apart, but we hadn't seen each other for more than two months." George waved his hand.

He gasped for a thick beaver-fur trench coat, and a pair of dragon skin boots were waiting for him on his feet.

At first glance, you have made a fortune.

"Let's go and have a drink!" Fred said, and then happily stepped forward and led them to Duke Bee's candy store.

Justin and Hannah didn't follow.

They're going to visit the Twins' alchemy workshop.

In the end, only Harry, Owen, Hermione, and Ron followed the twins.

"Thank God," said Ron shudderingly, as the warm smell of milk sugar filled his face, "let's stay here for an afternoon." ”

"Harry, kid!" A bell-like voice behind them said.

"Oh, oops." Harry muttered. When they turned around, they saw Professor Slughorn, who was wearing a huge plush hat, a coat with a matching plush collar, and a large bag of jackfruit buns, who occupied at least a quarter of the space in the small shop.

"Harry, you've missed three of my small dinners! Slughorn affectionately poked Harry in the chest, "That's not going to work, kid, I'm determined to have you here!" Miss Granger loves these evenings, doesn't she?"

"Yes." Hermione said helplessly, "They do—"

"Then why don't you come, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Well, I'm going to Quidditch training, Professor." Harry said.

He didn't lie. Every time Slughorn sent him a small invitation with a purple ribbon, he deliberately arranged for the team to practice.

He really didn't want to go to that slug party.

Slughorn would always ask the elders of their family at the banquet, where did the uncle work? Brother is a member of that team? The Godfather is a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic or something.

It's a problem that makes him feel bad.

It's as if someone keeps reminding him that he has no parents and no blood relatives!

"Well, train so hard, you're sure to win your first game!" "But there's no harm in having fun once in a while." So, how about Monday night, you can't train in this weather......"

"Professor, that day I was." Harry hurriedly refused.

But Slughorn waved his hand and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You can't avoid me forever, Harry. ”

With that, he swaggered out of the candy store, his eyes not lingering too much on Owen the whole time.

It seems that Slughorn has completely given up on him.

"I don't want to go to that banquet at all." Harry said with a hint of annoyance.

"Let's go with three brooms." He glanced at the candy store.

It's too crowded, and it's too small for them to do together.

"You're the only one left of us who is still somewhat attracted to Professor Slughorn." Hermione put the scarf back on her neck and protected her chin, "Think about our purpose. ”

"I know." Harry complied with some irritation.

On the other side, Owen spoke to George, "What are you looking for me for?" ”

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Let's get together. Months have passed. George said.

"Are you sure? Don't borrow money? Owen raised an eyebrow and asked incredulously.

"What do you think!" Fred said, "We've had a good business lately, and we've made an unknown amount of gold galleons." ”

"Hehe—I believe it." Owen gave them two blank looks, they were not the ones who could keep secrets, and wrote everything on their big faces.

The cold wind from the streets blew in their faces like knives. By the end of October alone, snow was already falling in the Scottish Highlands.

Owen suddenly pointed to the street lamp and said, "Hurry up, there's something to say, if it's okay - I'll hang you both on the streetlight." ”

“.”

The twins looked at each other.

"Okay." George finally spoke.

"Let's go in and talk."

This is the group that has walked in front of the tavern with three brooms.

After entering the door, I found a remote place to sit down.

Hermione came back from the bubble tea shop with a few cups of healthy milk tea.

A certain herbal tea recipe circulated in the Ming Dynasty has been improved by Dobby.

The taste is weird anyway, there is a kind of Chinese medicine with honey added to it.

In the castle, only Zhang Xiaolin, a Ming wizard, likes this taste, and since she returned to the federation in mid-October, there have been no customers for health milk tea, so there is a lot of stock in the store.

Hermione must have been in the mood for a few glasses of this to be consumed by her inventory.

"Okay, what the hell is going on." Owen took a sip of the milk tea in front of him.

Hiss –

Silently, he pushed the milk tea in his hand away a few points.

"Ahem—you wouldn't believe it." George whispered.

"It has to start with Kingsley Shackle." Fred went on to say, "He's now in charge of protecting Muggle Prime Ministers. ”

"Hmm—and then?" Owen said too caringly.

"A few days ago, we met a guy in London."

"Someone said Kingsley told them to come." George said mysteriously, "The other party is not a wizard. ”

“？”

Owen was slightly interested.

"Muggles? People from the government? ”

"What do they call themselves. State Security Departments. Fred said.

(End of chapter)