I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 591 The End—For Everyone

(The previous chapter has been modified)

During the year Harry entered school, I resigned as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and passed it on to my most protégé, Snape.

Snape's deliberate targeting of Harry made me pay attention to this little wizard.

One day I came to the school dueling club, and I saw Harry arguing with his friends and the Slytherin students.

On a sudden whim, I called Harry on stage to be my opponent and demonstrate how to duel properly.

A magical scene appeared.

The magic spells cast by the two of us actually entangled with each other in the air. It turned out that the phoenix tail feathers at the heart of our wands came from the same phoenix.

What a coincidence.

After that, I started to pay special attention to this child.

Adolescent children have all kinds of worries, about love, friendship, and learning.

But it's more about adventure.

I'm not sure why, but every year, he and his companions have all kinds of magical adventures. I always protect them in the dark - they are such careless children.

I thought so, but there was a sense of melancholy and a hint of envy in my heart.

Many years later, Harry graduated.

Dumbledore doesn't know how old he is.

One day, he suddenly came to me and told me that he was going to die.

He wanted to see his deceased relatives before he died.

I didn't refuse and gave him the Resurrection Stone.

I may never be able to fall in love with anyone, but I also would never want to leave Hogwarts.

This castle contains all of my life.

This is my ordinary life, this may be my other life.

I'm Tom Riddle.

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"Strange magic."

Floating in the lavender sea was a group of stars that were completely different from the surrounding stars.

Its light is so warm and moist orange.

And not the cold blue-white color of most of the distant stars.

The stars fall into the false hands of the goddess.

If Owen were here, he would definitely recognize that this magic power must be the magic power of love belonging to Harry's mother.

"It seems like something new has been born in this world."

A strange magical power, which did not attract the attention of the gods.

Just devour this mass of magic power as usual.

Then Void pointed.

A huge hole suddenly opened in the sea beneath his feet.

Through this hole. A damp, strong breath of vitality spread over the place.

"It's time." The god said calmly: "It's time to complete the great unification."

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other side.

In front of the north gate of Hogwarts.

Seeing Voldemort fall, everyone fell into great joy.

Everyone laughed and laughed.

Looking at each other and crying.

The victory came too suddenly. This was something no one expected.

"We won!" Hermione turned around in surprise, hugged Owen and said.

She didn't expect it would end like this

Easier than she expected?

But over there, Tom Riddle had fallen to the ground, limp and twitching, with nothing in his pale hands.

He is grasping for something, perhaps the illusory destiny.

It's just that his fate has been doomed from the beginning, determined seventeen years ago.

"We won?" Harry said the same thing.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The strings that had been tight for years were finally loosened today.

Owen patted Hermione on the back.

He buried his head in her hair.

Feel this tenderness.

"What's wrong?" Hermione's smile stopped suddenly. The boy's sudden mood in her arms made her a little uneasy.

"Nothing." Owen said.

"it's over."

He let go of the girl and looked at her cheek with clear eyes.

"It's just the last step."

"The last step? What the last step!" Hermione said uneasily.

But before she could continue to ask questions.

Suddenly a chilling fear swept through her body.

Hermione looked up in surprise.

The sky suddenly became 'clean' at some point.

The original dark clouds and light snow are now gone.

She had never seen the stars so clear.

The Milky Way hung upside down above her head like a ribbon, so beautiful and weird.

Suddenly, maybe it was her imagination.

The Milky Way actually fell from the sky like flowing water.

The silver mist-like galaxy descended nine thousand feet and converged on the fallen body of Tom Riddle.

"What happened? Didn't we just win?" Hagrid gasped next to him.

The surrounding temperature dropped by more than ten degrees, which made him speak with a white air.

"The third act, the third act!" Owen said easily, "Super Shadow stories are all like this -"

The crystallized wand is in hand. He walked up to the crowd.

"The final battle in the third act."

"Okay, let's leave the professional matters to the professionals. The finished Gryffindors can retire."

He said flatly.

"Wait a minute - Owen, what are you going to do?" Hermione said impatiently.

"Do what I have to do." He said flatly.

With his free left hand he took out a stone from his pocket.

That is, the Resurrection Stone, one of the three sacred artifacts.

He clutched the stone.

Soon a familiar voice came to my ears.

Owen saw many people coming towards him.

Those figures with illusory bodies that looked neither like ghosts nor living people had a smile on their faces.

Dumbledore was still wearing his purple robes, smiling, his gaze steely behind his half-moon eyes.

Grindelwald stood side by side with him. He was no longer young and had become very old. He was wearing a large black robe and looked at him with the same soft eyes.

Grandma Wenda Rochelle was still so elegant, wearing a satin dark green dress, and was waving to say hello to him.

Next was a man who was unfamiliar to him. Owen had only seen his photo. That was his father, McCowan Hunter. He was wearing black and smart uniform, like a training uniform in the army.

Owen never knew his father, but if his wonderful, fucked-up mother would choose this man, there must be something special about him.

The last person to appear was naturally his mother, Gabrielle Rozier.

They didn't speak.

Because nothing needs to be said.

Owen clenched his fists, and under the gaze of his relatives, he faced Voldemort's body that was invaded by stars on the stone bridge.

Time passes little by little.

The brightness of the stars grew stronger and stronger.

Gradually, at its source, a false golden sun formed.

Like the halo of a dying world.

All the stars fell to the ground.

And that sun is fishing down countless black threads.

It pierced into the earth like a blood vessel.

The rumbling sound sounded like the end of the world.

As this false golden sun shines brighter and brighter, all light is suppressed and becomes dim.

The sun is not as warm and gentle as a natural thing, but carries an indescribable sense of strangeness and oppression, as if it is an ancient and powerful existence that is slowly unveiling its sleeping veil.

Black blood vessels extended from the depths of the sun, becoming more and more dense. They intertwined into a huge network in the air, slowly covering the entire continent.

Every time a thread touches the ground, it stirs up a violent earthquake, with dust flying and cracks scattered, as if the earth itself is being torn apart by the force. Plants wither, rivers dry up, and creatures wail one after another, creating a doomsday scene.

People were terrified.

The joy of victory dissipated in a few breaths.

"finally."

"I'm back again."

All the stars on the stone bridge penetrated into Tom's body.

Maybe too much.

His body quickly inflated like a balloon.

And at the moment of tearing, it suddenly collapsed inward again.

Tom's body was like plasticine that had been kneaded at will. After a few breaths, a tall woman with exactly the same appearance as Owen appeared in front of everyone.

"So, you are Merlin's backup?"

The god glanced at Owen.

Then I immediately lost interest.

Compared with her, the ancient magic power that Owen has mastered is the difference between the sea and the river.

I really don’t think that I can defeat Zion just by gaining some of the magic power left behind by Zion!

Moreover, Owen is just a mortal now and has no real control over the power of the gods. Bugs will always be bugs, with no possibility of harming the gods in the slightest.

"Although I don't like to put it this way." Owen shrugged, "but it is indeed the case."

"Then how are you going to defeat me?" the goddess said calmly, as if they were not mortal enemies.

"I do not need to defeat you. Ionia, goddess of corruption, Samothrace." Owen picked up his crystallized wand. When he first obtained this wand, Ollivander had said that this wand contained terrible dark power.

Although in the end the dark power it contained suddenly disappeared. But Owen now knows that this is not disappearing, but integrated into his body.

The so-called dark power is actually the magic power of the stars, which is the ancient magic power.

It is the magic contained in the stars that first fell into the earth.

Owen gently passed his wand across his palms.

Two wounds appear.

The important thing about star magic is not the magic power.

But stars.

"I don't need to defeat you," he repeated.

Reach out and grasp the blood vessels fishing from the sun.

A strange connection suddenly formed.

"Every vein, every ominous monster, visible to the naked eye, the entire constellation is a part of you."

"Victory?"

"Merlin never wanted to defeat you."

Owen smiled slightly, looking at the face that was the same as his, he suddenly smiled. He didn't know whether he was laughing at the other person's overconfidence, or at himself for having such a heavy fate.

The sky fell and the earth fell around him.

The mountains and rivers are overturned before our eyes.

Creatures hang upside down.

The gods want to merge the world into a star. And the only one who can stop this is him.

He will step up.

Just like any man with the power to stop the world from falling, he stood up.

He believed that if the person standing here was Harry.

If it were Hermione.

If it were Ron.

Hannah, Justin, Luna, and his friends would all make the same choices he did.

Courage, the courage to face death.

Unknowingly, it has long been buried deep in the souls of every wizard who can still stay in this castle and has not left.

It wasn't Merlin's wisdom that the gods underestimated.

It was the will of resistance of mortals that she had always looked down upon.

From hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the gods had not yet faded, until yesterday, and until now, this resistance has never disappeared.

The failure of the gods was already destined, but to her, those resistances were just a little frost.

But she did not expect that it was this frost, these pieces of frost as light as cotton wool, that would one day accumulate into snow that would be enough to bury the gods.

"We are not trying to defeat you." Owen said slowly with a normal expression.

"What we want is to replace. I will replace you."

After that, he suddenly reached out and merged the blood vessels in his hand with his own magic power.

The next second, a vague figure floated out of Owen's body.

It was very illusory, but it didn't look like a ghost.

"That's-Dean Bridget!"

Behind Owen, Hermione recognized the true identity of the illusory figure at a glance.

Yes, that was Dean Bridget.

She was like a ball of fire, igniting that blood vessel.

Owen reached out and grabbed other blood vessels that fell from the sky.

Every time he merged into himself, the figure of an ancient rebel emerged from his body. Then he turned into a flame without hesitation and ignited the blood vessels.

More and more people.

Bridget Morgan Weasley

Shani Maeve Weasley

Galahad Weasley

Chronos Stewart

There were more rebels that everyone didn't know at all.

They were like fireflies, rushing towards those blood vessels without hesitation.

Among them, the people of Hogwarts even saw the four founders of Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat came out of nowhere.

It landed on Owen's head, singing a distant song.

- Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

- Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the quiet riverside,

- Kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

- Smart Slytherin, from that quagmire.

- Right now, at this moment.

——We are united, we are fearless.

——We raised our magic wands, drew our swords, and slashed at the sky.

——Wizards never compromise.

"Ru"

At this time, the goddess of corruption Ionia Samothrace finally found the problem.

As Owen said, this body is not her true body.

This is just her body as a human.

Her real body is the entire lavender sea.

All the deformed creatures in the ocean are part of her.

Because of this, she does not think that human wizards can hurt her.

This is impossible.

You can block a stream, but can you block the ocean?

But now-she actually found that part of her body was out of her control.

This surprised Ionia Samothrace.

The young man in front of her, although he is exactly the same as her in terms of soul, flesh and blood, or magic.

But. This was her plan.

She needs a body, a body in the mortal world that can connect to her external divine essence.

Voldemort was definitely not her first choice.

That was a last resort under helplessness.

"You will probably be confused." Owen walked towards the god while connecting the blood vessels in the sky to his body.

"I was created by you. Half of my soul comes from you. My body, this ancient magic, all of these are planned by you."

"After I continue to enter the God's Tower and obtain some of your power, I will become more and more like you. Eventually become your most suitable container.

No matter what you do in the future, you will win." Owen said slowly.

"I have always overestimated Merlin. I think all this is his plan. But in the end, I finally understand. No matter how powerful Merlin is, he can't fight against the gods."

"He only did one thing." He approached the goddess step by step, "He made me have love, and let you have love too!"

"How does Voldemort's soul taste? Do you feel that mysterious warmth?"

"Now we are finally exactly the same!"

The goddess did not speak.

She couldn't speak.

Because I don't know when, her essence as a god was out of her control.

"Is it strange? No matter how similar I am to you, I should not be able to bite back your inner self. The river and the sea are both flowing water, but how can the river resist the sea?"

Owen said, and he had already walked in front of the goddess of corruption, Ionia Samothrace.

His body was now connected with countless blood vessels. Countless burning blood vessels.

The flames connected the sky and the earth, as if a phoenix was flapping its wings.

The phoenix was pulling the sky and dragging the sun.

"【Star-Magic】." Owen smiled bitterly at the goddess.

If it were a comparison of magic, the ancient magic in his body would naturally not be comparable to the goddess.

But——

He has a star.

A huge star fragment left by a fallen star.

That was what Dean Bridget brought Merlin to him.

At this moment, the star replaced his heart.

This is the last divine tower.

Dumbledore and a group of warriors who fought against God helped him replace it.

"Regressive Law! Idiot!"

Owen roared, raised his hand, and pierced the goddess' heart.

All the magic in the world will eventually return to the ancient magic.

And the ancient magic will eventually flow to the stars.

The stars are the carriers of the ancient magic.

The gods are also constructed with stars as their essence.

At this moment, the stars in Owen's body are particularly bright, and they emit dazzling light, completely covering the goddess.

The next second.

The billions of meteors that make up the goddess' body suddenly flew out of Voldemort's body and drilled into his body.

The huge magic power was like blowing a balloon, which impacted his body particularly hideously.

As the magic power was poured in, countless burning blood vessels on his body emitted purple light.

The light shone from the earth to the sky.

Owen stood in place, his eyes flashing with unprecedented light, which was the depth of the stars and darkness, as if he could see through the mysteries of the universe.

His body was surrounded by a purple halo, which was the perfect fusion of ancient magic and the power of the stars, which gave him unprecedented power and majesty.

"It's time." He murmured.

Then he turned back suddenly and his eyes fell on Hermione.

As Owen turned around, a corner of the sky also cracked.

The blood vessels separated on both sides, and the starlight paved the way.

All the feelings that cannot be expressed, cannot be expressed, and are destined to be separated are shining here.

"No——"

"No——"

Hermione ran towards him in grief.

Her eyes were red, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

She threw herself into Owen's arms, and a strong sense of crisis rose in her heart.

It was as if something precious was about to leave.

"I can't suppress my other half for too long." Owen said with difficulty, "This is the end."

He was originally a part of the corrupt goddess Ionia Samothrace, so he could achieve such a feat with the carrier of the star, but correspondingly, the will of the corrupt goddess was also assimilating him.

With his short life will, he could never hold on for five minutes.

"No, there is a way! There must be a way!" Her voice was full of despair and pleading, and she reached into her waist pocket. Looking for something frantically.

Harry and Hagrid came to his side.

Ron and Koyatel followed closely behind. They persuaded the Muggle army to turn around and attack the group of [evil omens], but they immediately rushed back after something strange happened in the sky.

Then more and more wizards gathered.

Hannah, Justin, Luna.

Ginny, Neville, Seamus.

Qiu Zhang, Senegal, Ernie, Susan.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Lupin.

Countless people, like a torrent, stopped by Owen's side.

Hermione was already crying, and she took out the poetry collection that Dumbledore left for Owen from her pocket.

She had read the real book countless times. She had not discovered the secrets contained in it yet.

Now, this is her last hope, and she hopes that the secrets in this book can help Owen save him.

"Swish——"

The little witch opened the cover.

Tears dripped on the title page, the poem written by Dumbledore.

——Have romantic thoughts about the stars and love the stardust.

——If you can do this, you can reach the other side of the stars.

——All living beings, learn to love.

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, and the mist obscured her vision.

But when she looked at the book in her hand again.

The words that were lowered by tears suddenly began to twist and rearrange.

[Star Blade]

A broken-blade dagger shaped like a candlestick.

The blade burns with the eternal soul fire that mortals cannot see.

That is the first flame that fell with the falling of the stars, with the power to dispel all darkness.

But it needs the soul containing the magic of the stars as new firewood to burn again.

Legend has it that using this flame to ignite the stars can make the fallen things fly again and return to the other side of the stars.

The other side of the stars - a pure energy in the infinitely distant galaxy. It is like a mirror. It will respond to what the person looking in the mirror looks like.

Dumbledore circled the four words "the other side of the stars".

The stars are like water. If you throw in dead branches and leaves, you will get a swamp. If you throw in a seed, you will get back a bright flower.

Ionia didn't understand this. She mistakenly thought it was some kind of terrifying external will and called the other side the supreme will.

So what the other side responded to her was infinite madness and hideous flesh and blood.

In fact, the other side is like the Mirror of Erised, which reflects people's most urgent needs.

"Return to the other side of the stars?" Hermione widened her eyes and said this sentence with tears.

"This is my glorious mission." Owen smiled and looked at Hermione, and also at everyone behind her.

Those eyes, like the brightest stars in the deep night sky, were gently covered by a layer of mist at this moment, revealing endless complex emotions.

Reluctance, like the last fallen leaf in autumn, slowly fell, with endless attachment to the branches and the sorrow of farewell.

"I know what I want."

Pain also quietly spread in these eyes, like dewdrops that have not dispersed in the morning light, crystal clear but carrying the heaviness of the night.

They trembled slightly, and every blink seemed to be trying to suppress the emotional torrent that was about to burst.

"I know what kind of god I must be."

He lowered his head and gently touched Hermione's forehead with his forehead.

He said lovingly: "For you"

"For you."

"For everyone."

Hermione couldn't stop her tears.

She knew what she should do, but she couldn't.

She couldn't just watch him leave, let alone act as his executioner.

Owen reached out and took the little witch's hand.

He could already feel the thing in the pocket on her waist.

As the two of them clasped their hands, the [Star Blade] immediately appeared in their hands.

A broken-edged dagger shaped like a candlestick.

He held her hand and pointed the [Star Blade] at his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl couldn't stop sobbing. Every "I'm sorry" seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart, full of pain and reluctance. Her fingers trembled slightly due to excessive emotional fluctuations, but they were still tightly wrapped in Owen's warm and firm hands.

"Hermione—" Owen said suddenly.

The little witch was in a trance and suddenly raised her head.

"Look at me."

In an instant, [Star Blade] pierced his heart.

There was no resistance, no blood, no strange noises.

Like a dagger thrust into the water.

"I'm here."

Hermione's eyes widened, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes, but it seemed like time had frozen. The [Star Blade] in her hand still maintained the piercing posture, but Owen's expression was unusually calm, even with a gentle smile.

But after this second.

Owen's body suddenly burst into brilliant starlight that had never been seen before.

Like a container that can no longer be filled with stars.

Those stars that want to return to the universe are like fireworks, flowing upstream from Owen's body.

Hermione's exclamations were drowned out by this sudden and magnificent sight, and she could only watch helplessly as Owen's body gradually became transparent, as if it were a dreamy bubble woven from stars.

Each of the starlights bursting out from his body carried endless tenderness and power. They intertwined and rotated in the air, and eventually turned into a bright galaxy, surrounding the two of them.

"Owen..." Hermione's voice trembled. She wanted to reach out and touch the light, but she was afraid that it would break if touched.

"Good night - Hermione." Owen's voice sounded softly in her ears, like a whisper in the summer breeze, warm and peaceful: "I wish you a sweet dream."

As Owen spoke, the light around his body became more dazzling until it illuminated everything around him like daylight.

The blood vessels connected to his body were burning even more intensely at this moment. Including all the [Omen] Legion and the Death Eaters who have received the magic power of the alien gods.

The burning vision is not fire.

Burning it are countless pink flowers.

Blooming spiritual flowers!

"Look at that—" Owen said.

The blooming soul flowers in the sky are the souls of all living things that the goddess Ionia Samothrace has devoured for tens of thousands of years.

It is death and it is also rebirth.

The blooming spirit flower that falls into the world will refeed the world with the demonic energy it has devoured over the years.

Perhaps in the future, in this world, everyone will become a wizard and everyone will master magic.

"Winter is coming to an end." Although the boy's voice has become distant and vague, the tenderness and firmness are still clearly discernible.

He is born of love and dies of love.

Whichever group of stars you came from, you have to return to that group of stars in the end.

Hermione stretched out her hand to catch a spirit flower, but as soon as her fingertips touched the soft petals, the flower turned into a wisp of smoke and merged into her body. She felt a warm and powerful force surge inside her body. It was a gift from the universe and the last gift Owen left for her.

The girl wailed and fell into Harry's arms. Tears ran down her cheeks and fell to the ground.

This scene was exactly what Owen saw in Nick Flamel's prophecy crystal a few years ago.