I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen continued to hide among the crowd, listening to the bald tour guide introducing the Svent Orphanage in front of him - ah - no, now it is the Sphynite Cathedral.

While the guards were not paying attention, Owen, who cast a disillusionment spell on himself, left the team in a grand manner and walked alone into places that were forbidden to tourists.

Walking through the corridors he had stumbled through countless times.

Strangely enough, no relevant memory emerged from him.

Owen couldn't remember the coldness of running barefoot across the floor, or the burning rage he felt when he pranked the faculty in the courtyard.

He couldn't even tell the difference between north and south, and he got lost in the corridor.

But - the memory in his mind is obviously very clear, why can't it be compared with reality?

Could it be - are all his memories fake?

In an instant, the good mood that had just been established disappeared in an instant.

The handsome young man sat in the courtyard of this tall, prison-like cathedral, staring blankly at the buds poking out of the soil.

The black hair was slightly curly, the gray eyes were blurred, and there was a deep light in the eyes that was not belonging to this age.

Owen was mired in some self-doubt.

----the other side.

Paris, in Nicoléme's safe house.

The quiet air was filled with desolation.

The sudden news shocked Dumbledore. He had never thought that Owen's illness would be so serious.

When Wenda told him what the child looked like when he was born, the old principal already had some guesses. For example, Owen was a born silent person, so he inferred that the child's life might not last long.

In the magical world, it is rare for an Obscurus to live beyond the age of ten. An Obscurus like Credence is unique, but in the end his life did not exceed the age of twenty-five.

That's why he brought Owen to France. He originally thought that the child was still young and there was still room for redemption.

But - everything seems to be running out of room.

The room fell into a dead silence. For Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel looked at each other, the silence was like a quiet night, and the darkness slowly covered his longing heart.

"Is there no other way?" After a long time, deep sadness surged behind the half-moon-shaped glasses of the old principal. He really hoped that Nick could answer: Yes. No matter how difficult it is to implement this method.

"I'm sorry, Albus." Nicolas Flamel sighed softly, his tone full of apology, "The boy has dozens of protective magics of varying degrees, and their effects are diverse. It's obvious that someone has tried treatment before. He, but-"

"He failed." The hoarse voice invariably pronounced Owen's death sentence. Nick was over six hundred years old, and death was more like a belated old friend to him. He was used to parting with him, so he took the photo Patting Dumbledore on the shoulder, "You must prepare early. Death may come sooner than you believe."

"How long?" the old principal asked.

"It won't be more than five years."

"Five years?" Dumbledore murmured, "Five years, the boy has just turned eighteen."

"As painful as this is -" Nick's voice became deeper.

"I understand." Dumbledore sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes closed, his right hand leaning on the armrest against his head, lost in thought.

Did Gellert give the child to him because he wanted him to find a cure?

Has he tried his best?

Are the dozens of protective spells written by Gellert?

Dumbledore's brows knitted into a knot, and the deep feeling of powerlessness kept irritating him. No one would have thought that Dumbledore, who was known as the greatest wizard, would also frown and be helpless at times.

Merlin! Is there really no other way?

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"Sir, are you sad?" The sun in the sky has gradually tilted.

In the huge courtyard, Owen lay alone on the grass, closing his eyes, feeling the wind, and basking in the last traces of sunlight under the setting sun.

"Why am I sad?"

Hearing the faint figure in his ears, Owen knew it was Dobby without even raising his head.

Only he can call himself sir.

"Only when you are sad will you lie down somewhere lazily like you are now, or sit at the desk in a daze." Dobby, who has taken care of Owen for a year, understands the boy in front of him better than anyone else.

When he was in a good mood, he couldn't sit still at all.

Especially when you come to a strange place, you may have already found the target of the prank.

"uh-huh!"

"Sir, what are you sad about?" Dobby walked over cautiously and was less than a foot away from Owen. Patting the grass under his feet, he knelt down and sat on it.

"I'm sad that the sky is getting dark so fast and the sun has to stop."

He suddenly pointed his hand at the sky and shouted stupidly and somewhat madly.

Dobby was stunned when he heard this, his little eyes full of doubts, but he would never refuse Owen's instructions. Immediately, he jumped up, imitated his example, pointed at the sun and shouted: "Stop the sun! "

"Yes! That's it! The sun stops!"

"The sun stops!!"

“The sun stops!!!”

Two crazy figures doing crazy things.

This is an unprecedented spectacle.

After shouting for several minutes, maybe because he was tired, Owen suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at Dobby, who was still shouting towards the sunset.

Suddenly I feel that it, or myself, is funny and ridiculous.

He smiled.

Smiling wildly.

"Dobby, Mr. Jue needs friends. He will always be lonely when he is alone, just like when Dobby was at the Malfoy house." As he said this, it couldn't help but shudder. It was a terrible memory.

"But it's different now. Dobby often goes to Hogwarts, to Muggle theaters, and to cinemas. Those Muggle magical devices are really interesting."

As it said, its eyes suddenly lit up, "Dobby just saw Miss Granger. Dobby knows where the hotel she is staying at is."

"Dobby, take the gentleman over right now."

"?" Owen was startled, but he didn't react yet, and then he just felt like the world was spinning.

Wait for him to react and come to his senses.

The surroundings have changed.

"Pah!" He fell heavily to the floor.

where is this?

Owen, whose head hit the floor, was still confused due to the side effects of Apparition. He climbed up with difficulty, holding one hand on the white wall beside him. Just as he was about to stand up, the sole of his foot seemed to have stepped on something, and it slipped again. With a "bang", he hit the wall again.

"I"

the other side.

"Sneeze-" Hermione sneezed in the hotel.

Why did she have an ominous premonition? She rubbed her nose and shook the annoying thoughts out of her mind.

She walked to the window and opened the curtains, and the purple afterglow immediately shone in from the outside. She took a deep breath, looked at the vases on the balcony, and finally showed a relaxed smile on her face.

In Paris, France, even the air is full of romance.

The early summer wind blew across her cheeks, and the itchy feeling made people couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.

This was her fourth day in Paris, and she had already visited all the scenic spots she could visit, such as the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe. The weather was so nice today, she really wanted to go to the French Magic World to see it.

If I hadn't met that nasty guy.

"Paji!"

"boom!"

“Holy shit!!!”

"Bang!!! Crash, clatter, clatter~~~"

"Dobby, I'm going to strangle you to death. Who told you to go to the bathroom when you were about to apparate? It's the fucking bathtub." Suddenly, a boy's angry voice came from the bathroom in the room.

"Who the hell is this! Do you have any sense of public morality? Why don't you put the used soap away? Why do you put it in the bathtub?"

After Owen finally climbed out of the bathtub, his forehead was already bruised and bruised.

He stood up tremblingly, but did not notice Dobby beside him.

"Deduction of one year's salary, this damn guy." The cursing boy walked out of the bathroom.

With the wand in his hand, he was always ready to compile the memories of the unlucky Muggles he met when he went out.

Then

A brown-colored girl with wet hair and wearing a white bathrobe who was quite familiar to Owen looked at him.

"Oh~~~"

"Miss Granger! Hello! (*▽｀)ノノ"

A certain little black man covered his forehead and looked back and forth at Hermione crazily.

knock!

It's so tightly wrapped that you can't see anything. ,

But it’s okay. I probably won’t be able to post it after seeing it.

"You" Hermione hugged her arms and hurriedly hid behind the bed curtains, leaving only her head exposed. She glared at Owen fiercely and said, "Why are you here? You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise. "

"No?"

"Why not! Can you beat me?" The little black man, who was not ashamed but proud, was not afraid of Hermione's stern eyes.

He sat down on the bed and began to rummage through his pockets.

Stay away, Sirocco.

After taking out the troublesome white beast and throwing it on the bed, Owen continued to rummage and finally caught something that looked like a manuscript.

"I guess you should know that I can't apparate. (Actually, I can, but I haven't had time to practice with this body.) Dobby brought me here. How do I know you live here, right?"

"Besides, it's your fault! As a wizard, why don't you put a protective spell in your room?" Irving said, "Come on, come on, this is a new book I copied and studied, protection." The encyclopedia of magic, from the Safe Guard Spell, to the Anti-Apparition Spell, to the Ultimate Protection Spell, everything you can think of is here."

Owen, who was full of nonsense and wanton, held up the manuscript in his hand and introduced it enthusiastically: "How about only ten galleons? Don't miss it if you pass by!"

"Are you still embarrassed and confused by the sudden interruption by a male wizard?"

"You still here"

"Owen!!!" Hermione yelled suddenly.

The voice stirred up a silent wave of air and slapped Owen in the face with a big slap.

"Yes, yes!" The boy threw the manuscript on the bed, "Ah~~I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in suddenly. I was wrong, I was guilty, and I should have let Dobby commit seppuku."

"Just wait, I'll go find that nasty guy right away."