A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 162 Principal

Snowflakes were floating in the sky again, falling lightly in the fountain in front of the manor house. Several lifelike ice sculptures and snowmen standing next to it still shone brightly in the dim evening.

The family had just returned from a trip to Austria with large bags of souvenirs, and they were boredly passing the time before dinner.

"Dad, do you know what the relationship between mother and Grindelwald is?" Owen watched the house elf stuffing several neatly ironed new robes into his suitcase while Ms. Adeline was not around, and then he became curious.

asked.

"I said you can't hold it in for long." Mr. Albert winked at him proudly, then shook his head with a smile and said: "That's all a matter of the older generation. The branch of the Rozier family in France.

She did a lot of things for Grindelwald, but also declined with the fall of that one. Your maternal grandmother was born in the French Rozier family..."

As he spoke, he also sighed with emotion: "It's hard for you to imagine how powerful the Wiccan Party was when it was at its most glorious. Grindelwald's admirers and followers were all over the world, and too many people were fanatical about him. He

He advocated overturning the Wizarding Secrecy Act and tried to establish a new world order in which wizards would rule absolute Muggles. He was a true revolutionary... Hey, if I had been born in that era, I would have supported him."

"Later Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned in Nurmengard. Some of his many followers were arrested and imprisoned in secret prisons in various countries, while others disappeared and hid in silence. They obviously

Not reconciled, maybe he always has faith in Grindelwald, hoping that he can escape from prison and gather them together again..."

"Your grandmother was like this. She instilled those thoughts into Adeline when she was a child. Therefore, your mother can be regarded as an admirer of Grindelwald." Albert spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "The black veil in the sky used to be

This is Grindelwald's way of gathering followers. Haha, I hope those people in the International Federation of Wizards won't be frightened into having a heart attack. If your mother wants to go and have a look, then let her."

"I didn't expect my mother to have someone I admire." Owen sat on a chair, holding his chin in one hand, and said with a smile.

Thinking about it this way, how many saints back then were still quietly accumulating strength and passing on their will with their faith? How many people did these people silently influence and make them become Grindelwald's admirers? If Delinde

If Wo really comes out to cheer up, some of these admirers must be willing to follow him... This is definitely a force that cannot be underestimated.

"As long as Grindelwald is alive, his era will not end." Owen sighed in his heart, but became more excited. With such a group of people here, the future will become more exciting, and that is what he yearns for.

A colorful stage.

"Well, last night I had a sudden idea that I wanted to taste the phoenix." Dumbledore smacked his lips and said jokingly, "So I baked it."

"Want something to eat?" Dumbledore asked. Before the two of them could answer, he took out his Elder Wand and tapped the table, and all kinds of food appeared on the table out of thin air.

"It's okay, you didn't say that." Ginny nodded at him, a faint blush on her freckled face. She walked away quickly, and her ears, which were vaguely covered by her long fiery red hair, changed.

It became a bright red.

Watching a group of people having fun, Owen finished a piece of strawberry pudding in a good mood, and then slowly put the knife in his hand into his mouth under Daphne's surprised gaze.

"It's just a little magic." Seeing the little girl's eyes widening, Owen blinked and said. With a flick of his right hand, the table knife appeared in his hand, spinning rapidly between his fingers.

Hey, that's weird. Owen cursed in his mind while consciously grabbing some baked fries and eating them slowly.

"Dad, don't you think it's a coincidence that Dumbledore came back at the right time?" Owen stroked the armrest of the chair and winked at him, "And his style of doing things has also changed..."

"I have the same idea, sir." Owen kept smiling, "Speaking of which, where is your phoenix?"

"Before I leave, can I ask you a question?" Owen tilted his head and pointed to the Sorting Hat on the shelf, "This is the Sorting Hat..."

Dumbledore lowered his head and stroked the shiny silver invisibility cloak. Hearing this, he said without raising his head: "I will teach you the Disguise Charm tonight."

He strode to his high-back chair, suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared into Harry's eyes: "By the way, I plan to leave the matter of the tiara in school to you, Harry."

…

"It seems like everything has been peaceful recently?" Owen changed the subject.

"I think we will get along very well." Dumbledore crossed his hands on his chest and said with a gentle smile.

"Dumbledore is back." Albert glanced at him, "Yesterday I received news that Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic and met with Cornelius Fudge and a group of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

There were objections to a little bill about goblins being introduced..."

Dumbledore had a good appetite and ate a piece of roasted pork chop smeared with thick sauce, a large pork sausage, a bowl of sour roasted chicken and a plate of pea shoots. He also drank two glasses of butter beer, his movements were reserved and elegant.

He was not slow at all, but he didn't touch the plates of desserts on the table.

Lockhart's class was still a joke. Owen was once again forced to play the role of a traveler who was bewitched by a female ghost. He had a perfect smile on his face the whole time, which made Harry, who played the female ghost, tremble. Harry felt

Owen was about to turn black. This smile frightened him. Unfortunately, Lockhart was still jumping around next to him without realizing it, his bright white teeth still shining.

The atmosphere in the auditorium that night was cheerful and warm. The panic and uneasiness that had permeated the school before the holidays had disappeared. Dumbledore, sitting safely in the middle of the teachers' bench, gave everyone a reassurance.

"Why can't you think like this?" Owen tapped his long, pale fingers on the table, smiling innocently, "It would be too easy for such a powerful wizard to deceive investigators."

"Draco, don't say that..." Harry tugged on his sleeve.

Albert's eyes flickered. He straightened his back suddenly, put away his cynical attitude, looked at Owen with a serious expression, and said slowly: "Are you trying to say that he faked his death to escape?"

"Wow, Harry, this little Weasley girl treats you..." Blaise showed a meaningful expression.

"I'm curious, will you help Harry?" The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared instantly. After staring at Owen with a faint expression for a while, he said calmly. At this time, he had a kind of command.

People feel oppressive power.

After hearing the sound of the two people opening the door and coming in, Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze slowly swept over the two people's faces, and a smile slowly appeared on their faces. He raised his right hand and made a gesture

The "please" gesture signaled them to sit down across the table.

As soon as Ms. Adeline came over, she saw the father and son acting in exactly the same manner. She couldn't help covering her lips and narrowing her eyes in laughter.

"What I need is a brave and resourceful savior, not a weak person who only relies on me." He leaned down, patted Harry's shoulder heavily, and said softly in a voice full of expectation and encouragement, "

You are my most promising student, Harry, and I hope you will not disappoint me."

For the next time, Harry studied the Disguise Charm with Dumbledore seriously. Owen watched boredly, looking at the Sorting Hat behind the table from time to time. It was originally a dirty and black old hat.

At this time, it turned into gray-white and collapsed there.

Owen blinked and glanced at Dumbledore's ring again. In this way, he had collected three Deathly Hallows.

"Very well, you can go back first." Dumbledore smiled quickly at him. "Owen stays here first, I want to talk to you alone."

At the end of the Christmas holidays, Owen returned to Hogwarts.

"Since he is dead, why is there black veil floating in the sky?" Owen's expression was meaningful, "Did he gather his followers to bury him before he died?"

"But why is it necessary? It's been fifty years. If he really wanted to come out, why did he wait so long?" Albert's look was even a little stern.

"Of course, although Fudge is afraid that Dumbledore will usurp his position, he still cannot do without Dumbledore's help, otherwise he will not be able to secure the position of minister..." He sneered, making no secret of his disdain for Fudge.

He knew that his son had always been smart and precocious, so it was not too early to discuss this topic.

After this night passed, the second semester began. The schoolwork became more arduous, causing the little wizards to complain endlessly. Harry and Draco had to spend more time busy practicing Quidditch. Owen began to spend more time immersed in

Studying magic in a wall-facing space always makes others think he is sleeping.

"Sorry, Ginny..." Harry blushed, and he hurriedly blocked Draco's mouth and stammered.

"Dumbledore disappeared a few days ago..." Owen said softly.

"On the contrary, he never likes to get involved in those things. Even his status as the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards is almost a decoration. He basically does not express opinions except on major matters." Albert said thoughtfully,

"If he hadn't refused to take up the position of Minister of Magic, Fudge wouldn't have been able to catch it... Haha, Dumbledore's intervention will make Fudge sleepless."

During the meal, he had been observing quietly and discovered more obvious anomalies. In addition to Fox disappearing, the Sorting Hat placed on a shelf behind the table was also not quite right.

And Dumbledore himself - in addition to his intact right hand, his food choices.

The time came on Saturday, and after the sun completely set below the horizon, the two of them came to the principal's office together.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't see where your upbringing was." Ginny Weasley passed by behind them and said with a pretty face, "I hope it wasn't eaten by a dog."

Owen was too lazy to guess the purpose of the other party calling him there, and calmly continued his daily study and research, while looking at Peter Pettigrew hiding in the castle. Because of Dumbledore's suspicion, he temporarily postponed his plan.

Glancing at his arrogant father, Owen shook his head in amusement and lazily huddled in the armchair.

Albert narrowed his eyes and frowned gradually. After being silent for a long time, he took a deep look at Owen, then leaned back on the chair casually, raising the corners of his mouth teasingly: "Ha, who knows

Woolen cloth?"

Dumbledore stared at him expressionlessly. After a while, he showed a kind smile again: "What is your ideal, Owen? Strength, power, or something else?"

After Owen finished a plate of roast beef, he pushed a plate of jam pudding in front of him with a smile and said politely: "Sir, would you like some dessert?"

"It's so boring." Draco showed an impatient expression and raised his chin, "If I had known I would have gone home for Christmas. I could go on a trip, and I wouldn't have to be forced to write letters home every day, lest I

Mom cried and missed me all day..."

"Sir, is your hand okay?" Harry stared at his right hand and his expression relaxed.

Owen's stiff body slowly relaxed, and he said with a cheerful smile: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Dumbledore." When calling the other party's name, he slightly emphasized his tone.

After explaining the key points of the Disappearance Charm, Dumbledore, who saw that Harry had tried many times without making any progress, stared at him with a serious expression for a while. After Harry became at a loss, he waved his hand impatiently: "

Go back and practice hard, and I will check your progress next time you teach. You can go back now."

"Of course, that's just a trivial problem." The smile on Dumbledore's face faded, and then he narrowed his eyes and smiled again.

"It's a bit crazy." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Owen cut the steak on the plate gracefully and skillfully, looking in the direction of the teacher's chair intentionally or unintentionally. Dumbledore was wearing a black robe embroidered with silver patterns, wearing white gloves on his hands, and was eating a piece of roasted lamb steak with a smile.

, the light blue eyes under the half-moon glasses looked at the students at the four long tables from time to time. Most of the other professors had relaxed expressions on their faces. Professor McGonagall narrowed his eyes with a rare smile, and only Professor Snape had an expression.

It was as gloomy as if I were attending a funeral.

"Who didn't have an idol they admired when they were young?" Mr. Albert said nonchalantly, "Grindelwald has passed away anyway, and his era is completely over."

"I had arranged everything originally. As long as I followed the plan, I could find the crown." Dumbledore curled his lips, and then walked slowly to Harry's side, giving people an inexplicable pressure, "But later, I

Abolish all my arrangements. That is Voldemort's Horcrux, Harry, and it is your whetstone. As the prophesied savior, I want to see you grow."

Owen silently withdrew his gaze, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The thick juice exploded in his mouth, and it tasted very good. Through his observation, Dumbledore seemed to have nothing unusual, but he insisted

If so, his taste in dressing may have improved a bit, and he no longer wears his brightly colored robes...

Watching Harry leave the principal's office with three turns, Owen put on the most appropriate smile on his face, and watched Dumbledore sit back on his chair with an innocent expression.

"Yeah, the heir hasn't made any more moves." Harry gave him a "you know" look, "Several members of the Weasley family have been detained in school and haven't caused any more trouble. I think they are pretty good.

The people we get along with are all very nice..."

Harry kicked him and shut him up.

Owen smiled and nodded to him. He easily pulled out the chair and sat on it. He silently glanced at Dumbledore's smooth and white right hand and the ugly cracked black gemstone ring on his index finger. Then

He met those interested light blue eyes.

After the dinner was over, Dumbledore gently touched the black gemstone ring on his finger and said calmly: "Harry, I need to borrow your invisibility cloak." Although he said it was borrowing, his tone was full of emotion.

Undoubted meaning.

"At least until now, I have been helping him." Owen pondered for a moment, and then spoke truthfully. His back straightened, his muscles tensed, and a terrible feeling of danger set off an alarm bell in his heart.

"Oh..." Harry nodded obediently. Why did he feel that something was wrong with Dumbledore tonight? He couldn't help turning his head to look at Owen, but found that the other person didn't look at him at all... and there was no tacit understanding at all.

"What's so good about Weasley? He's rude, uneducated, and has too many children to raise..." Draco said slowly, "Oh, I heard they still live in a pig pen."

Dumbledore was wearing a simple dark blue robe and was sitting on a high-backed chair behind the table with his eyes closed. He looked just like the old principals in the picture frame. The gilded perch behind the door was empty and missing.

Figure of Phoenix Fox.

"How was your vacation?" he joined the surrounding chatter.

Harry opened his mouth in surprise. What do you mean? You don't do anything anymore? But you are the headmaster...

Owen agreed with a smile and gently ran his fingers over the edge of the plate in front of him. Harry's mouth was stuffed, and he listened to the conversation between the two with a simple expression, nodding from time to time to show that he was not just here to cook.

"This is an interesting ideal." Dumbledore said with a smile, his temperament became gentle and wise, and the dangerous sense of oppression disappeared without a trace. He said amiably: "Every Friday night

At seven o'clock, you can come here to see me. I will answer any questions you have about your studies...anything."

In the first week after school started, Owen received a letter from Dumbledore, which invited him and Harry to go to the principal's office this Saturday and have dinner and chat together.

Owen paused while tapping the table. He opened his eyes slightly, licked his lips and said, "Dumbledore also used to give advice on matters in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Ah, recently I plan to change my taste." Dumbledore picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile, "I think I have discovered the joy of meat just like you. I also plan to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow.

Try that famous black pepper steak. You always have to try something new, right?"

Naturally, Harry would not object. He took out the invisibility cloak he carried with him without hesitation, handed it to Dumbledore, and then said with some embarrassment: "Sir, can I ask how long you need to use it?"

?I mean, I might even use it to catch Peter Pettigrew..."

"How does it taste?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, Owen's sense of crisis did not recede at all. He took a deep breath and showed a beautiful and charming smile: "I am pursuing inner freedom and self-liberation, sir. Of course, I also

I hope the world becomes a better place."

Dumbledore glanced at the patched gray-white pointed hat, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "I just suddenly felt that its dirty appearance was very unpleasant, so I cleaned it up."

"Yes...yes, sir, I will try my best!" Harry said with a red face as he was coaxed into a coma.

"Ahem, I'll take my leave now, Mr. Dumbledore." Owen said goodbye politely, and then walked out of the principal's office unhurriedly.

After leaving the eighth floor, he breathed a sigh of relief and twitched his lips sarcastically. Dumbledore...ah, Dumbledore.

"It's hard to deal with this guy's attention." Irving was a little troubled. Although this guy seems amiable now, he might be able to turn his face and become ruthless without hesitation.

He suddenly felt that Voldemort was actually quite cute.

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