I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 437 Easter Feast

Courage is the greatest hymn to mankind—that's what he said before!

He also said that wisdom is the key to unlocking God's realm, and gentleness is a kind of power!

Knock—They suffered from the fact that there were fewer people from the Badger Clan present!

"Courage is the greatest hymn to mankind." Koyatl's expression was slightly surprised. She carefully recited these words, and in them she seemed to see her past struggles and resistance against oppression.

And the unwavering belief within the obelisk, even knowing death awaits.

Ron gave his life to save her.

In the hazy dreamscape, the past heir, Shani, is pursued.

Facing the Outer Gods—facing the deities—facing the darkness high above the heavens.

Courage is the sword that cuts through thorns and brambles; without courage, this world might have already fallen into ruin.

"I'll go to Gryffindor!" she said.

"Oh! Welcome!" the other young wizards exclaimed happily.

And Irving.

He was too lazy to argue anymore.

Hogwarts' tradition is definitely to sort houses.

Throughout the school's thousand-year history, no student has ever transferred to another department, and the old-fashioned Sorting Hat always boasts that he never makes a mistake.

For details, we'll have to hear from that dirty hat.

Besides, ever since Irving sat down, he'd felt like he'd forgotten something.

After staring at Ron for a moment, he remembered.

"Oh, right." Owen reached into his pocket, searched around, and pulled out a box.

He handed it to Ron, saying, "In the end, it's still the right one for you. Maybe it's fate; you're destined to use it."

Just by glancing at the box in Owen's hand, Ron felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

He already knew what was inside.

Magic wand!

Moreover, it was a magic wand belonging to his ancestor.

Sure enough—Ron took the box and opened it, inside lay a crystal wand.

"Shane Mave Weasley's Crystal Wand, I got it back from Professor Dumbledore. Only you and I in the whole world can use it," Owen said. "Take it; it's the best fit for you now."

"I know." Ron nodded. The moment he grasped the wand, a golden afterglow appeared at the tip, which was quite magical. This only happened when Harry received his destined Phoenix Wand.

He could feel the wand in his hand seem to emit a joyful sound.

It was as if its owner had returned.

Ron was immediately affected by the residual magic in the wand; an overwhelming sadness gripped his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Through the river of time, in a void woven by magic, he saw the witch named Shani Weasley, her final sigh before her death.

"Sigh—" He actually heard a sigh in his ear.

The voice conveyed the deceased's reluctance to leave the world.

It was Shani's reluctance to part with her newborn child, her reluctance to part with her family, her reluctance to part with her friends, and her reluctance to part with Hogwarts Castle.

Fragmented memories, intertwined with intense emotions, lingered in Ron's mind.

Until—suddenly, outside the living room, at the top of the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley walked in.

She smiled gently. "My dear little ones, dinner is ready."

"Oh—we have an extra guest? Owen, and..." Her gaze lingered on Koyatl.

Then his brown eyes lit up.

They walked over quickly.

"You must be Koyatl, right?" Mrs. Weasley approached Koyatl warmly.

Koyatl looked up with some surprise at the middle-aged woman who had suddenly approached him. Mrs. Weasley was full-figured and dignified, with thick brown hair and sharp brown eyes that made her appear both kind and resolute. Her clothes were neat and simple, with an apron over them.

"Yes, yes, madam," Koyatl replied somewhat nervously; she had never met such a warm person before.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, took Koyatl's hand, and then knelt down to embrace her. "Welcome, welcome," she said. "You're a hero to our family." She patted Koyatl on the back, her voice full of gratitude and respect.

"No—" Koyatl was somewhat at a loss.

Of all the witches she encountered, they were all adorned in gold and silver, brocade and silk, and held high positions.

Of course, she had encountered impoverished witches before, but never had anyone looked at her with such an expression, warm and resolute, and a strange sense of warmth welled up in her heart.

The witch quickly replied, "No—Madam, we've helped each other out; he saved my life too."

Mrs. Weasley released her embrace, looked into Koyatl's eyes, and said, "I know my son. He's very capable, but he's always reckless and puts himself in danger. I know he needs friends like you around."

"Mom!" Ron called out.

When he got home, he didn't explain much to Mrs. Weasley. He didn't mention a word about the battle in the obelisk, only saying that an American witch had saved him.

"Oh—alright, alright, let's get ready to eat!" Mrs. Weasley forced a smile, patted Koyatl's hand, and pulled her toward the first-floor dining room.

The others also got up and followed.

As they descended the stairs, only Mr. Arthur and the twins remained in the restaurant.

Easter is not Christmas, and the other Weasley children all have jobs, with Sirius Black busy with business in America and unable to return.

"Please sit wherever you like," said Mrs. Weasley.

The dining room is located to one side of the staircase, containing a long table that can seat about a dozen people. This suggests that the Black family was once quite large.

On either side of the table were antique cabinets, displaying a variety of silverware in glass cases.

There was a huge crystal chandelier overhead.

"Hey! Owen, you're back!" George came over and gave him a hug.

"I knew you'd come," Fred said, hugging him and then winking.

"Go wash your hands," Mrs. Weasley said, feigning seriousness, before turning to a gentle expression after glancing at Owen and Coyatt.

She took an Easter egg wrapped in colored paper from a nearby cabinet and handed it to Owen, saying, "Merry Easter!"

"Thank you," Irving said.

Mrs. Weasley patted him on the shoulder.

He then walked over to Koyatl and handed her another Easter egg, saying, "Happy Easter, child."

"Um--"

Then she busied herself serving dinner, and although magic helped, she was the one constantly running around doing all the work.

If you were to help her at this point, Mrs. Weasley would definitely push you to sit down; she doesn't like others helping her with these kinds of things.

On a superficial level, she felt that her husband and children were busy with dangerous things, and she couldn't offer any help. All she could do was do these small things, and if she needed help with even these small things, it would only cause her more suffering.

On a deeper level, the children have all grown up. A sense of loneliness has begun to sprout in her heart.

"Oh—don't open the Easter eggs now. Let's eat first, okay?" After setting the table, Mrs. Weasley suddenly turned around and advised, as if she had remembered something.

"OK."

"certainly."

Irving and Koyatl replied.

Easter eggs are actually filled with candy; in some places they might contain bread, but in the UK they are mostly chocolate.

Although it's unclear why wizards celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, it's a statutory holiday for them, giving them a three-day break.

After washing your hands.

Everyone sat at the long table.

This was the first time in months since Christmas that a portion of the Weasley family had gathered together.

As the situation outside gradually deteriorated, the humble dwelling was no longer suitable as a place for their family to gather daily.

The protective magic there is not as good as here.

Moreover, the three Weasley children, Bill, Percy, and Ron, are all Voldemort's enemies, especially after the events in Brazil. It would be quite normal for Death Eaters to infiltrate the Burrow and carry out an assassination attempt someday.

"I hope we'll all be here for Christmas," Mrs. Weasley said, placing the food on the table.

She sat to Mr. Arthur's right.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Ginny, who was standing next to her, quickly grabbed her mother's left arm.

And Mr. Arthur took her right hand.

No one knows exactly how much pressure Mrs. Weasley has been under in recent weeks.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

It was warm and inviting, yet a hint of danger lurked within.

"Before we begin, I'd like to say—" Mr. Arthur patted his wife's hand to comfort her before turning his gaze to Koyatl, "If it weren't for you, my son might not be sitting here."

He picked up the juice from the table and said, "To Koyatl."

"Respect Koyater."

The rest of the Weasley family also raised their glasses, especially the twins. Regardless of their past conflicts with Koyatl, they now said that she would be their family's friend forever.

"Respect to Stuart!" Irving said.

"To Shani!" Koyatl said.

"To Shani!" Ron said.

"Homage to Koyatl," Hermione and Harry said in unison.

After dinner.

The young wizards gathered in the living room on the second floor.

Ron has been reluctant to reveal too many details about the western minaret of Pablo.

During Koyatl's visit, she naturally became the point of attack for the other Weasleys.

However—under Ron's resistant gaze, Koyatl didn't say much either, only some minor details and things about Grindelwald and the Aurors of the Federation.

A subtle ripple stirred in the girl's scarlet eyes, almost imperceptible to most.

Seeing that Koyatl was unwilling to say more, the others did not press him for details.

That was not a pleasant memory; one could infer the danger from just a few words in the newspaper.

For the rest of the time, the young wizards sat around the sofa, chatting about a notice that had appeared on the Hogwarts bulletin board that day.

Irving brought a copy over.

—Employment counseling.

This is a Hogwarts tradition: before the OWL exams, every young wizard must determine their future plans, because you need to determine your elective courses based on your chosen profession.

Aurors, spellbreakers, and magical creature keepers each have different requirements for OWL certification, and some even require NEWT certification.

However, given the current complex domestic and international situation, no one can make a decision about the future in the short term.

However, Owen knew very well that most of the people present would join the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic after graduation, or the Special Wizarding Operations Team of the Federation (Dumbledore still hasn't chosen a catchy, fixed name. Perhaps the other representative countries are afraid that once the name is decided, everything will be settled, and they still want to fight for it).

Hermione is likely to follow the career path of Head of the Auror Office, then Director of Magical Law Enforcement, and finally Minister of Magic.

"I reckon you'll all eventually join the Federation," Owen said, taking a sip of hot tea. "Professor Dumbledore is currently expanding the Federation's authority step by step. Didn't he plan to establish the wizards' own bank? There will definitely be a shortage of people then."

"I don't really like banking," Hermione mumbled, engrossed in the Daily Prophet, even though she had already read it four or five times.

"I think being an Auror is great," Harry said. "I'll definitely become an Auror."

"Don't you want to be a Quidditch star?" Owen asked, his gaze shifting to her.

"..." Hearing this, Harry hesitated, but still affirmed his own idea, "It's too chaotic outside. I think I should do my part in this. Quidditch—I haven't played all year, so I feel like I've gotten rusty."

"We'll definitely keep our sights on the Weasley Alchemy Workshop," the twins said in unison. "We're preparing to launch a series of defensive alchemy items, which are sure to be huge hits."

"I don't care," Ron said silently. "Let's survive first!"

Owen glanced at him, and the thought of erasing Ron's memory popped into his head again.

"And you?" Owen asked, looking at Koyatl.

"Me?" Koyatl was somewhat confused.

The orange light shone on her cheeks, but it didn't feel warm at all; she remained as indifferent as ever.

Only those bright eyes were slightly different from before.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe I'll travel around the world."

"That's a normal thought," Irving said. "I used to dream of traveling the world after graduation too."

"And now?" Hermione asked, putting down her newspaper.

"Now?" Owen sighed. "Dobby has been to all the places I wanted to go and taken all sorts of photos, and I feel like—he's been outdone. I can't muster any enthusiasm."

"Huh?" Hermione frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"It's okay," he shrugged. "We'll talk about it after graduation. I'm not planning on leaving Hogwarts yet."

"Then you could try being a professor. Defence Against the Dark Arts sounds perfect for you," Hermione said earnestly. "Hasn't the Hogwarts Headmaster's office already approved you? Maybe in a few decades you'll be able to succeed Professor McGonagall as Headmaster!"

"Decades!" Irving waved his hand. "That's too long, I can't wait. Hmm—maybe I'll go back to school."

"Go to school? Where? Other magic schools? As an exchange student?" Hermione rattled off a barrage of questions.

"Oxford, Cambridge, MIT—I can't really name them. I'll graduate from Hogwarts at eighteen, the perfect age for university, ready to delve into physics, all for my grand dream of reaching for the stars!"

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Faced with Owen's answer, Hermione was momentarily speechless.

Throughout the history of magic, there has probably never been a wizard who went and studied physics.

But she knew very well that Muggle physics could be of great use to magic, and that it might be able to develop many new spells.

"Whatever," Hermione said. "But before that, don't you want to think of a way to invent a spell to identify imposters based on the Patronus Charm?"

"Huh—inventing spells?" Owen's cheeks twitched slightly. "Miss Granger, do you know what you're saying? Do you think developing spells is an easy thing? Most wizards spend their entire lives and can't even improve the old ones, let alone invent new ones."

"I think you can definitely do it!" Hermione said solemnly.

"Um—your inexplicable trust is putting a lot of pressure on me!"

Irving stroked his chin. "Unless we can capture a [Pretender] and dissect it—for complete research."

The young wizards' expressions changed.

"Okay—I definitely won't 'use' Theodore Nott."

Just as the young wizards were about to continue discussing this topic...

Outside the living room, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny walked in together.

After dinner, she seemed to go to find her daughter to ask her some information about Koyatl.

For example, what colors she likes, what clothes she likes, and so on.

Irving overheard a conversation between the mother and daughter while visiting the Black family's genealogy tree on the fourth floor.

Clearly, Mrs. Weasley was saddened by Coyatt's status as an orphan.

"Oh, little ones, you may not have noticed, but it's already quite late."

Mrs. Weasley said gently, "Now, you should all go to bed."

"Tomorrow, we should go back to Hogwarts."

"Okay, Mom," the twins replied.

Everyone got up, said goodnight to each other, and then left the living room.

Meanwhile, Coyattle was being led by the hand by Mrs. Weasley, unaware of what they were going to do.

There are many empty rooms at 12 Grimmauld Place, after all, it was the Black family mansion.

And there are four more floors.

They can easily find an empty room.

After one night.

Another day has begun.

After getting up early and having breakfast, they prepared to take the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts.

Although there are better options, isn't there a newcomer in the team?

This was a way for her to experience the life of a British wizard.

However—the other young wizards, except for Owen, soon regretted their decision.

The moment they boarded the bus, the moment the bus started moving.

It involved extreme speed, sudden braking, and right-angle turns of over 90 degrees.

Believe me, an average person would feel dizzy and lightheaded within a minute and throw up their dinner from the night before.

The young wizards weren't much better physically than ordinary Muggles.

Koyatl is really unlucky.

This may be the first and last time she rides this kind of transportation.

(End of this chapter)