I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 300 A Shocking Secret, The Weasley's Curse (Death is just the beginning of a greater adventure)

"We can't just stand here like this. Let's sit down and have some tea, and talk while we drink."

Dumbledore then gently fiddled with his wand, and in the next moment a spinning tea tray and a plate of cake appeared in the air.

Dumbledore used magic to put the tea tray on the table, and everyone sat down.

"Hagrid, I've received many letters in the days since that article was published, all about you. I'd like to bring them to you to see," Dumbledore said, waving his wand in mid-air, and a heavy package landed on the ground.

"These are all letters from students' parents, probably over a thousand. They themselves studied here and have a deep impression of you. They told me very firmly that if I expel you, they will not let it go. You can take a look."

"Not everyone," he said hoarsely after a long pause, "not everyone wants me to stay."

"Frankly, Hagrid, if you want the support of the whole world, you'll probably be stuck in this little house for a long time," Dumbledore said, his gaze sternly fixed from behind his half-moon spectacles. "Since I became headmaster of this school, at least one owl has delivered a letter every week criticizing my management. What do you suggest I do? Lock myself in my study and refuse to speak to anyone?"

"Actually, he could step down and let someone more capable take over," Owen whispered in Hermione's ear.

Then he received a glare from the little witch.

Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world. Who could do better than him?

"I do not accept your resignation, Hagrid, but you can continue to rest for another week. Like that naughty kid said, I expect you to come back to class next Monday. Come to the auditorium at 8:30 to have breakfast with me. No excuses allowed."

Finally, he got up and walked to the door, stopped, bent down and scratched Ya Ya's ears, then helped it unlock the front door, pushed open the oak door, and the next second, Ya Ya happily rushed out.

Compared to the hole that Irving blasted, which scared it into hiding under the bed, it was definitely more comfortable to go through the front door.

"However, I still hope you can discuss the new house with Mr. Sanchez."

"Oh! These days, I've been reading a very touching book, it seems to be a Christmas present from someone. I never knew someone understood me so well." Dumbledore blinked, a deep gaze behind his half-moon spectacles.

After saying those words, he turned and left.

After the door closed behind him, Hagrid buried his face in his hands, which were as big as a trash can lid, and began to cry sadly.

Hermione kept patting his arm, and finally, Hagrid raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"What a remarkable man, Dumbledore, a truly remarkable man."

As he spoke, Hagrid seemed to have a sudden realization and began to ramble on about his past, which had always been a secret in his heart.

It was something he found hardest to talk about, but now he could talk about it openly and frankly.

He even took out a photo of his father.

After rambling on for more than ten minutes, Hagrid finally stopped recounting his past. Then, his gaze suddenly fell on Hermione, and he looked at her with a very serious tone and expectant eyes, "You know what I'm thinking, right—Hermione?"

"I want to see you win, I really do. I hope that so-called half-blood wizard, Muggle-born wizard, can also achieve great things."

He said.

The urgent voice was mixed with a complex and veiled condemnation of the world.

They vehemently denounced the dark cloud of purebloods that had shrouded them for far too long.

They vehemently condemned the hostility they felt stemming from those strange looks.

A scathing rebuke—a scathing rebuke—for why the sun is only now slowly rising.

Oh! Granger, the sailboat carrying the dreams of ten thousand people, has unknowingly become crowded with eagerly awaiting crowds on its gunwale.

It will eventually sail into the sea and become the only unsinkable sail amidst the raging waves.

Hagrid finally recovered a week before the competition.

With Hermione's help, he began to intentionally find some cute, non-aggressive, and magical-looking animals to use as teaching materials. He even borrowed the phoenix Fawkes from Dumbledore, which immediately caused a sensation among the young wizards!

The phoenix is ​​one of the rarest magical creatures. Although everyone knows that Dumbledore has a phoenix, they have never had such close contact with it as they have today.

"Phoenixes typically build their nests on mountaintops and can be found in Egypt, India, and the Ming Dynasty. They have an extremely long lifespan because they can regenerate. When their bodies begin to weaken, they plunge into a fire, and then a baby phoenix will emerge from the ashes."

During Monday's Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid, carrying Fawkes on his shoulder, explained to the class with a smile.

"The phoenix is ​​a gentle animal that only eats herbs." As he spoke, he pointed to the fresh herbs that had already been prepared in the melon field.

At this moment, without Hagrid's command, the young wizards had already lined up in unison, their eyes burning with desire, more intense than flames.

"The song of the phoenix has a magical power: it is widely believed to give courage to the pure-hearted and release fear from the corrupt. The tears of the phoenix have a strong healing effect."

Hagrid continued teaching with enthusiasm.

In class, all the students took turns touching the phoenix, and everyone was very excited.

At the same time, people's impression of Hagrid has changed drastically.

Harry and his friends were overjoyed that Hagrid had recovered.

Campus life returned to normal.

The rest of the time passed uneventfully.

Until two days before the second match.

Ron suddenly came to him and said: The Weasleys' reply has finally arrived.

He sent out many letters in early November, but most of them had no recollection of the name Shani.

The only two who didn't reply were his grandfather and his great-aunt.

It's unusual for a reply to take this long, but I heard that Ron's grandfather isn't in England right now; the old man seems to have gone to America.

International correspondence, you know. It's a real pain for wizards to handle, especially when your package contains magical items; the censorship takes even longer.

Mr. Septimus Weasley (whose name is derived from Latin and means Septimus).

As Mr. Arthur's father and Ron's grandfather, Mr. Septimus was a very famous figure in the wizarding world.

It wasn't because he had any talent for magic.

Mr. Septimus is the Wizarding World Cup champion and has won the European Championship for many consecutive years. In Wizarding Chess, the trophies he has won could fill a classroom.

In the past decade or so, he has gradually withdrawn from professional leagues, but his status in the industry has not diminished at all, giving the impression that even though he is no longer active in the scene, his legend still lives on.

His trip to the United States was because North America wanted to host a wizard chess tournament and invited him to serve as a referee.

Ron's wizard chess set was a Christmas present given to him by his grandfather.

"What exactly did your grandfather give you?!"

Ron, Harry, and Justin carried a package and together they placed it on the table in the Great Hall.

"Why not use magic?" Justin wiped his sweat.

He was overjoyed that Irving had dragged him here to do hard labor!

"You think we don't want to?" Ron complained, wiping the sweat from his face and trembling.

He hadn't stopped talking since he set off from the Owl Post Office in Hogsmeade. He kept complaining.

Yes, the package was too heavy for the owls to deliver; they had to pick it up from the post office.

"The spells don't work on it; it's a magical item." With that, he opened the package, revealing its contents.

It was a huge stone tablet.

The stone tablet, about five or six feet tall and three or four inches thick, has an irregular shape with uneven edges, giving the impression that it was knocked off a larger stone tablet.

The paper was covered with names written on it.

Upon closer inspection, one can discover that Ron, the twins, Ginny, and their father are all depicted on the stone tablet.

This is the Weasley family tree.

"Only a part," Ron said. "My grandfather sent it to me."

"Your grandpa's got a really big heart!" Owen's lips twitched. You see, for any family with a long history, the family tree is the most important thing, and it is usually only owned by the current head of the family.

It's unprecedented for someone like Ron's grandfather to casually send his family tree to the younger generation.

It can only be said that the Weasley family is indeed different from other families.

Ron ignored Owen's words and continued, "As you all know, our family has many descendants, and branches are scattered all over the place, so there is no complete family tree. We can only write our own family tree. When we have time, the branches will get together to compare them. This is our family, so the main line is our family."

As Ron explained, Owen stared at the stone slab and examined it carefully.

Indeed, the family tree on the stone slab was densely packed, but there was a main trunk, which was Mr. Arthur—Septimus—and then to his great-great-grandfather.

As for the others, such as Mr. Septimus's siblings, their names are recorded in the genealogy, but their children do not appear after that.

Presumably, others also have their own family trees. By comparing and supplementing these with the Ron family's, a complete Weasley family tree can be compiled.

Look here!

Ron pointed to the middle of the stone tablet, where a familiar name clearly appeared.

Shani Maeve Weasley

"Sigh!" Owen noticed the key point. "So, your family is a direct descendant of this Shani."

"That's right! Surprising, isn't it!" Ron said with some pride. Although he still didn't know what his great-great-great-grandmother had done, it was clear that it must have been something very great.

That's enough to make him proud.

In addition, Owen also saw the name Bridget Weasley on the family tree, which meant that their headmistress was also Ron's grandmother?

Good heavens—two generations of people from one family have inherited ancient magic?

It's important to know that the successors of ancient magic were chosen purely randomly from wizards around the world; only the heavens know who the gods would choose.

And the Ron family was chosen by the gods twice in a row.

This is no longer a matter of luck.

There must be some unknown reason behind this, and Irving would never truly believe it was just pure good luck.

"etc?"

It was like a ray of light suddenly flashing across the dark sky.

Owen had a sudden inspiration and then carefully examined the stone slab in front of him, from Shani to Bridget Weasley.

There were three members of the Weasley family in the middle, and he carefully identified them, looking at their birth dates and times of death.

Finally, among the three Weasleys, another one was discovered: Bran Orungus Weasley.

"The chosen one? Or the only one?"

Owen had talked for a long time with Dean Bridged about the successor to ancient magic, and he had gained a basic understanding of this identity.

In the less than 450 years between Merlin's death and his succession, a total of four inheritors of ancient magic emerged.

Excluding the more than 100-year gap from Sirius's great-grandfather serving as principal until now.

The four heirs were active for more than three hundred years.

This is not normal, because wizards have long lifespans, and it is not uncommon for wizards to live to be two hundred years old. Three hundred years and four successors, such a "consumption rate" is a bit high.

Dean Bridged explained to him that this was because the first two generations of heirs after Merlin died prematurely, with the second heir sacrificing his life on his sixteenth birthday.

On the stone slab in front of him, Bran Orungus Weasley was exactly sixteen years old.

His sister was the mother of Dean Bridged.

This...this is a fucking curse!

After Merlin, all the heirs came from one family—no, to be precise, all of them came from Ron's family.

Irving has discovered a shocking secret.

But this secret doesn't necessarily represent an honor for the Weasley family. If a family is chosen once, it might be considered an honor, but if the heir is chosen from only one family, what kind of honor is that? Isn't that a curse?

"But about my great-great-grandmother."

Just as Owen was pondering, Ron, who was standing next to him, suddenly started stammering, looking somewhat conflicted.

He then took out two letters from his pocket, both of which had already been opened.

Judging from the names left on the parchment, it came from two people: one was Mr. Septimus, who enclosed a detailed diagram of the wizard's chess moves, and the other was Mrs. Muriel, Ron's wife.

Irving took both letters, held them in his hands, and quickly glanced through them.

These two Weasley elders had completely opposite opinions of Shani Weasley. In his letter, Mr. Septimius praised her as a heroine who ended the war and the eternal pride of the Weasley family, and admonished Ron that he should be proud to be her descendant.

Ms. Muriel, however, first berated Ron harshly, then wrote at the end of her letter that he was a madwoman, a delusional daydreamer, a heartless sinner who abandoned her family and children. She warned Ron to forget the name and never mention it again, because she represented a shameful chapter in the Weasleys' history.

"Are they sure they're talking about the same person?" Harry leaned over and quickly glanced through the two letters.

"One says she's a hero, the other says she's a sinner, and they even say she abandoned her family."

"I don't know!" Ron didn't care at all. It was all hundreds of years ago. Who would care about the truth? If it weren't for the legendary Weasley family treasure, he wouldn't bother to learn about these old stories.

Holding up the chess score, he continued, "Regardless of why their opinions are so polarized, at least I know how to solve the chess puzzle in the kitchen. We can sneak over there tonight, today."

Owen glanced at Harry and said to him, "It's nothing. Although the opinions seem polarized, it's actually quite easy to understand. For example, if she were a hero who ended the war, she certainly wouldn't have had time to maintain her relationships with her family and take care of her children, just like your mother, Harry."

"My mother?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"In the magical world, your mother is a hero who fought against Voldemort," Owen said calmly. "But to your aunt, she was a sinner who abandoned her family and ultimately lost her own life, causing your grandparents to be heartbroken and pass away early."

You see—things always have two sides; no one can be perfect.

"From different perspectives, everyone will see completely different answers." He returned the letter to Ron. Then, with a wave of his hand, the stone slab on the table automatically floated and was absorbed into a small cloth bag he carried with him.

???

Upon seeing this, Ron immediately erupted.

"Damn Sanchez! You could have used your magic items, but you made us carry them, didn't you!" he yelled, then rolled up his sleeves, ready to give Owen a little Gryffindor shock.

"Save you?" Owen gave him a disdainful look. "Look how weak you are now. I'll give you a handicap with one arm."

"I've told you to be more restrained, but you really won't listen!"

Upon hearing this, Ron's face turned bright red. "I didn't do anything out of line with Koyatl, except at the ball—we didn't even hold hands."

"You're lying through your teeth! You're lying through your teeth!" Owen's scrutinizing gaze swept Ron up and down. "Look at you! You've lost at least ten pounds lately! Your cheeks are practically sunken in, and you're still trying to act like a naive, innocent young man!"

"???"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Irving lunged forward.

He pinned Ron down.

As he struggled and screamed, as if it were a pig being slaughtered, Irving quickly ripped off Ron's clothes, from his wrists to his shoulders, then his chest, and finally his back.

Finally, he grabbed Ron's arms with one hand and swung his wand with the other to cut open the robes on his back.

On his lower back, a clearly visible wound was exposed to the air, a wound that looked like someone had ripped out his kidney, with faint red, blood-like substances flowing on it.

"Damn it! When?!"

Irving narrowed his eyes, his face full of murderous intent.

Damn it, those fairies have actually infiltrated the vicinity of Hogwarts!

Death is only the beginning of another, greater adventure—Dumbledore.

Now, wizards… please raise your wands to the air and observe a moment of silence for the greatest headmaster: Albus Percival Woolflick Bryan Dumbledore…

(End of this chapter)