I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 583 The Final Battle at Hogwarts (Part 1)

(This chapter has been revised)

The enchanted ceiling of the auditorium was dark and hazy, twinkling with starlight.

The commotion subsided, and everyone present stared at Professor McGonagall.

Both the dead and the living gathered in the hall at this moment.

She was speaking to everyone from the high platform in front of the auditorium, with professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix standing behind her.

"...The evacuation will be overseen by Mr. Filch and Mrs. Pomfrey. Upon hearing my order, the prefects will organize the students of your college to ensure that they are transported to the evacuation site in an orderly manner."

Because it was the middle of the night, many students were still not motivated by DA.

They arrived at the auditorium in a daze.

Upon hearing this terrible news, war broke out, and the final battle would take place at Hogwarts.

Irving wasn't in the auditorium; he had fainted.

He felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his head. He was then taken to the school infirmary.

Hermione and many of the young wizards left with Madam Pomfrey.

"Those with sufficient strength may stay," Professor McGonagall said, taking a deep breath. "But I want everyone to understand what staying means! This is war, not a game. We are about to face the most dangerous dark wizard in the world and his minions. All those who stay must be prepared to die."

But no matter what, we will never back down. This is my last lesson to you. I want everyone here to understand why we fight: we fight for Hogwarts, for the future of the wizarding world, and for ourselves.

Her response was met with a loud murmur of discussion. It wasn't until a Ravenclaw girl stood up and asked, "If we evacuate, what about our things? The suitcases, and the owl?"

"There's no time to pack your belongings," Professor McGonagall said. "The most important thing is to get you out of here safely."

"Where's Professor Snape?" a girl at the Slytherin table called out.

"To put it simply, he ran away," Professor McGonagall said.

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw erupted in cheers.

"We have already laid out defenses around the castle, but it's impossible to hold out for long unless we continuously reinforce them. Therefore, I require you to act swiftly and calmly, follow the prefect's instructions, and those who wish to remain..."

Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the auditorium.

More and more wizards from outside arrived here.

Outside the castle, the sound of the Apparition spell came like raindrops.

Hundreds and thousands.

Among the crowd were many people Irving knew.

Garona Nome, Winston Nome, Kent Nome, Roy Sylph, Zhang Xiaolin, Basil Pierre, Craig Yaxley, Victor Norton, Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein, Tina Goldstein

Countless people.

The white light that seemed to travel through the phantom world fell down, illuminating the desolate wilderness as if it were daytime.

Wenda Rozier also appeared at the castle.

She was accompanied by several members of the Rozier family.

They did not linger in the auditorium, but went directly to the school clinic.

There he met up with Theseus Scamander, Sirius Black, Lupin, Moody, and others.

"What's wrong with him? Is he being controlled by something?" Sirius asked worriedly by the bedside.

Madam Pomfrey, wand in hand, cast a variety of probing spells. "No—the examination results show he's healthy, even excessively so. His physical strength is dozens of times that of a normal person, and he's more solid than marble."

"How could he have fainted?"

"I don't understand, this is beyond my comprehension," Mrs. Pomfrey said bluntly. "Perhaps, as before, he will wake up after a period of unconsciousness."

"How long will we be unconscious? Another month? We don't have that much time," Sirius said.

"Perhaps it won't take that long." At that moment, the door to the medical room was pushed open.

Wenda Rocher walked in with a leisurely pace.

"Everyone who is not involved should leave," she said.

"Hey—you," Sirius was about to say something when Lupin stopped him.

He shook his head. The meaning was clear.

Let them go out.

Sirius left in a huff.

Lupin, Moody, and many other little wizards.

Everyone—except Miss Granger—was ushered out of the medical room by Wenda.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Only a few scattered breaths could be heard.

Wenda walked silently, her hands clasped and resting on her lower abdomen.

A pair of brown eyes, tinged with a faint sadness, fell upon Irving.

She stepped forward and gently stroked the child's cheek with her slender hand.

"It was my fault."

She murmured from her bright red lips.

Then, Wenda looked at Hermione.

Facing that equally young face, she felt a pang of guilt.

I'm sorry.

"You don't need to—"

"No—" Wenda interrupted her, "You don't know what I did, which is why you can so easily choose to forgive me."

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Hermione remained silent by the bedside, offering no rebuttal.

She really didn't know about the past, and Owen was reluctant to tell her. Hermione even doubted whether he really knew the truth.

"During the years when I was completely loyal to him, I did many wrong things and hurt many people."

"But you have also achieved great success in human alchemy," Hermione couldn't help but retort. She had a feeling that Vanda had the same feeling they had when they last saw Dumbledore.

She didn't want to see that happen.

"You should feel honored. Those achievements later became weapons to defeat a terrible enemy. Tragedy cannot obscure the ironclad facts, and perhaps this is your glorious mission."

"A glorious mission?" Wenda chuckled softly.

He recited another line, saying meaningfully, "My glorious mission."

"Heh." She laughed bitterly.

"My child, most missions are burdens, not honors. Believe me, you should never try to escape them, because you cannot bear that burden."

"You know that the hard things are the things you have to do." She looked at Hermione, her eyes filled with tears, her gaze seemingly able to see through the girl's soul. "When I say hard, I mean impossible. There is no solace; you can only choose your burden."

"Bear the consequences, pay the price in blood."

"Now. Hermione, are you ready?"

"I," Hermione was stunned.

Her eyes were wide open, her face showing a complex mix of emotions including shock, panic, and pain.

The Star Blade was in the pocket at her waist.

Wenda took in the little witch's undisguised expression, and a sadness welled up in the solemn eyes of this legendary wizard who had weathered many storms.

Have you also encountered your glorious mission?

Hermione remained silent, choosing to stay quiet once again.

It's truly heartbreaking.

Wenda turned her head, her gaze returning to Owen.

She withdrew her hand from the boy's cheek, took an ornament from her waist, and magically transformed it into a dagger.

She slashed her palm with a dagger, and blood gushed out. Then, with her bloodied hand, she placed it on Owen's forehead on the hospital bed.

Many years ago.

"My daughter," she paused for a moment, then continued, "Gabrielle, I drove her to her death."

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"Artificial humans are extremely susceptible to being seduced by external gods, and their souls are far inferior to those of normal humans."

Wenda slowly began to recount her past.

"To prevent this from happening, I left a defect in their bodies that would destroy them. It's a bloodline defect that potions can't work on."

"Gabriel had no choice but to enter the Tower of Divine Gift in order to heal himself."

"I don't know which divine tower it is, but ever since she became pregnant, I've noticed a power that is definitely not human emerging from her body."

"Outer Gods?" Hermione said numbly.

“Yes—” Wenda nodded. “Part of this child’s soul belongs to himself, and part belongs to the Outer God. He could not possibly be alive. Ice and fire could never exist in one person.”

"I know very well that this child cannot be born. I have studied the stone slabs in those ancient ruins and know that this is an attempt by Outer Gods to invade our world."

"I hunted her down for two months."

"This was another wrong decision. Perhaps it was because of my coercion that she took her own life."

Between herself and the child, she chose her child.

"A mother's love for her child merges two completely different souls into a new one."

"Just like Harry's mother saved Harry." Hermione's gaze was solemn as she looked at Owen, learning for the first time about that bloody past.

"Mother—" The young girl did not quite understand the powerful force behind this identity.

She suddenly got in touch with her mother.

My thoughts gradually became longer.

"Mother!" Wenda said heavily.

She is using her own blood to awaken the part of Owen's soul that belongs to his mother. Or rather, his consciousness.

Her palms shone with a dazzling light.

Like a star falling to Earth, breaking through the atmosphere, bursting forth with brilliance.

That was the ancient magic within her body.

It was Merlin's words that bestowed upon her a reward.

"Now, I understand a little better."

"Grandma?" Hermione's thoughts instantly returned to her body from the ends of the earth.

She looked at Wenda.

Watching her once jet-black hair turn deathly white in an instant.

The skin on my face also became rough within a few breaths.

"Don't worry—" Wenda's aged voice rang out, "This is something I should have done long ago, something I should have done long ago."

"This ending is already a blessing."

She was like a flower that had been drained of its moisture, withering and dying in the blink of an eye.

Wenda looked at Hermione.

With the rapid loss of vitality.

Wenda has returned to the physical condition she should have at her age, but the change is too drastic, and she may not make it through the night.

Meanwhile, as this ancient magic entered Owen's body...

It was like a flint, instantly igniting the others.

Suddenly, his consciousness was stretched.

It was as if a pair of large hands had grabbed him.

When Irving's shattered consciousness regained its clarity.

The five senses return.

The first thing he felt was the dampness.

Irving slowly crawled out of a bush, his body covered in green sap from the plant and his limbs smeared with mud.

"here it is?"

"In your little head," a woman answered for him.

"Mom." Owen looked at the woman walking out of the wilderness.

She had the same long silver hair and bright green eyes full of joy.

"How did I end up back here again?" he asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps it was my mother's magic that caused it, or maybe it was the magic of love," Gabriel replied with a hint of sadness.

"Grandma? She's at Hogwarts?" Owen exclaimed in surprise. "You mean her magic?"

"I think you've already guessed the secret about your soul."

"Hmm—" Owen nodded, "Half human, half ghost, I guess." He said sarcastically.

"Your mother used the ancient magic she possessed to awaken that part of you."

"And what about Grandma?"

"She's quite old, perhaps."

Gabriel walked up to Owen and gently stroked his hair. "She still hasn't come out. I heard everything she said."

"I don't hate her now. Because she brought you into this world."

"I don't think this is anything to be happy about at all," Irving said calmly.

"This is the thing that makes me happiest." Gabrielle turned Owen's face so that he could look into her eyes.

"You are my treasure."

"Treasure." Owen smiled slightly, and then his mother pulled him into her arms.

"I will be with you at the end," she said.

"Don't be afraid, and don't panic."

"That would be easier than falling asleep."

Suddenly, Irving's body emitted a bright light.

This spiritual world is also rapidly collapsing.

In my ears, I heard my mother's gentle singing voice.

It is ancient, like a revival from a distant past.

The first shamanic song I sang for you:

People often say that good people are always blessed by heaven.

The giant Ryan once sang a song to warn his lover Lindmore against panic.

You must shake off all the dangers that you worry about from your shoulders.

Ignore the gossip and idle chatter of others; you should forge your own path in life.

Only you can save yourself.

The next moment, Owen suddenly opened his eyes on his bed in the Hogwarts school nurse's ward.

He saw the Gothic ceiling.

She also saw Wenda beside her, who looked completely different from usual, and appeared to be at least a hundred years old.

"grandmother?"

"Oh—don't worry." Wenda waved her hand.

She lay down on another hospital bed, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "I'm just a little tired and need to rest."

Irving naturally knew the reason.

But he didn't expect that after giving up ancient magic, her changes would be so drastic.

He immediately got out of bed.

His health had never been better, and he had inexhaustible strength.

My head feels dizzy, probably because I just woke up from a deep sleep and haven't recovered yet.

Irving helped his grandmother lie down on another hospital bed.

Wenda looked at him, her eyes filled with affection.

Irving didn't say anything; he could sense that Wenda was completely exhausted.

He wanted to save her, but was stopped.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me."

"I will always be watching over you."

"But you..." Owen opened his mouth.

"This is my choice, nothing else matters."

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(End of this chapter)