Chapter 487 Stars

Owen glanced at Zhang Xiaolin.

No one could answer her question. Not even Owen himself.

He was not the same person as he was a second ago.

With his personality, all promises could be ignored as long as something happened in the future that would prompt him to change his promise.

So he could not answer Zhang Xiaolin.

But, not all questions in this world have answers.

Some questions, about wind and rain, can only be answered by people after experiencing them.

Outsiders cannot experience the wind and rain for him.

"Professor." Owen looked up at Professor Bridget, "About your test"

He completed the first test two years ago.

Professor Bridget did not immediately arrange a second test for him. He was too busy last year and only stayed in school for a few months. The reason why he did not come to Professor Bridget was that he knew that the test would definitely be a distracting and laborious thing, and it could not be completed in a short time.

Today is the first day of the new semester. He came here with the intention of taking the second test.

"You've done it, kid." Professor Bridget said gently. In the mirror, she sat upright in an armchair in the Hufflepuff common room, with her hands crossed on her legs. Her blue eyes sparkled like stars - tears were squeezed in her eye sockets and could not flow out, scattering the light.

"My second test, you must independently solve the disaster brought by a divine tower. You have done it very well."

"Thank you." Owen said. He thought about it. For the heirs, the divine tower is a difficult problem they must face. It is normal for Professor Bridget to give such a test.

"Why thank me?" The professor's mouth suddenly cracked, revealing a bigger smile. She crossed her hands, separated them, and raised them, as if she wanted to reach out and touch the boy's forehead.

But, the hand only raised half an inch and fell again, like a soaring bird, falling from the clouds, with a kind of heart-touching pain.

"This is for you." She said with a smile.

Countless ripples appeared in front of the mirror, and then an object drilled out of the mirror.

It fell lightly into Owen's hand.

What is that?

A star?

Owen held the meteorite with dazzling light in his hands. It was roughly circular in shape, but there were many traces of collision on the surface visible to the naked eye.

It should be part of a larger star.

"Professor? This..." Owen had no idea what this thing was and what it was used for.

"As you can see, this is a star. It contains very strong ancient magic. I don't know its specific use. This is one of the treasures left by Merlin. You carry it with you to increase the recovery of magic power."

"Hmm-Merlin?" After Professor Bridget said this name, Owen's first thought was to throw away the thing in his hand.

The things left by Merlin are definitely pitfalls!

As for the recovery of magic power

With his current magic power, there is almost no possibility of exhaustion, and this thing seems to restore ancient magic, which is completely useless to other wizards, even if he wants to give it to others.

It's really useless!

Owen stuffed the star into the cloth bag around his waist, which was really dazzling.

"You have passed my test. Are you going to face Merlin's third test?" Professor Bridget said.

"No - I don't want to see him at all." Owen waved his hand. He was not interested in this at all. Let's talk about it next year.

"Okay." Professor Bridget said nothing else, and did not ask why Owen disliked Merlin so much. "There is no need to be so anxious. You have done very well in the past few years. In you, I see hope for the first time."

Hope, a word that is extremely far away from her.

Although Professor Bridget did not know Merlin's plan, after seeing Owen constantly gathering the magic power of the Outer Gods in the God-granting Tower, she probably guessed something in her heart. Perhaps this is the last way. Absorbing the magic power of the Outer Gods can make the heirs quickly strong and grow to the point where they can defeat the Outer Gods in a short time. After a few years or more than ten years, the boy in front of her will have the strength to challenge the Outer Gods. The final battle will be the crossroads that determine the fate of this world. If they win, it goes without saying. If they lose, all the power of this world will be exhausted, and they will never be able to turn over.

This is Professor Bridget's guess. Maybe it is not accurate, but it is the most normal way that normal people can think of.

Facing the expectant gaze, Owen nodded.

"Okay, what else can I say in the end?"

"Good night, kid."

"Everyone else has gone to bed."

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It was already late at night when Owen came back from Merlin's Chamber of Secrets.

Koyatel was a little sad, but she had experienced too much sadness, and she had a strong hatred for ancient magic. Now that she knew the unknown of this power, she would never pursue it again.

And Zhang Xiaolin, she was more in pain. Unspeakable pain.

When she left, she walked very fast.

Like escaping from prison.

Without saying a word to them, she disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

Owen and Koyatel returned to the Hufflepuff common room. The warm air was still floating above the common room, but no one was sitting in the armchair.

Only a candle on the table was still lit.

That was the last light in the room.

The light was not turned off, which meant that the party was not over.

Owen looked at the candle. The flame was far away, and the yellow light looked like the sun.

As it came closer - it blew out the candle.

At this time, the banquet ended.

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Owen stayed up late the next day.

Technically Justin woke him up.

There was no time to wash up, so he simply used magic to clean his body and hurried to class.

Owen, who rushed out of the room, didn't notice at all that Justin and Ernie were not in a hurry at all, they were talking and laughing while watching the good show.

He didn't remember until he rushed down the stairs, walked through the lounge, and stepped out of the oak barrel passage.

its not right!

He is already in sixth grade.

There is no class this morning!

Sixth-level wizards need to choose N.E.W.Ts courses before they can schedule classes.

Damn it - got fooled by that guy Justin!

After realizing it, Owen retracted his foot and planned to go back to help Justin tighten his skin.

"Morning-" When he turned around, he happened to meet Hannah.

He raised his hand to say hello, and then saw Hannah reaching out to take away the candle on the table.

"It's getting late." Hannah raised her head and said, "Breakfast is over. Now we are going to the auditorium. Professor McGonagall is waiting to review our class schedule."

"Auditing the curriculum?" Owen scratched his hair that covered his face and said, "What is it?"

"Don't you know?" Hannah said as she walked out.

Owen didn't care about teaching Justin a lesson and followed him directly.

Outside the oak barrel, Hannah continued, "Based on your O.W.Ls scores, list the courses you want to continue studying, and then submit them to Professor McGonagall for review. The professor will then check whether your scores are passed. Finally confirm that you have passed this year. 's course schedule.

"Oh? I haven't had time to do it yet."

"You can refer to mine first." Hannah took out a piece of parchment and said.

Owen used the copy spell to make a copy, and then checked the subjects.

With his grades, he will definitely be able to continue taking all the courses.

But he doesn't want to.

He has taken eleven classes for three consecutive years, can't he enjoy it now?

So Owen flicked his fingers and deleted all the elective courses on Hannah's schedule, leaving only four required courses.

Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology.

Uh-huh - that's it!

Beside - Hannah glanced at Owen's class schedule secretly, and then raised the corners of her mouth slightly without any trace.

She knew that Owen would definitely not get what he wanted.

The two walked side by side.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the auditorium.

The ceiling was tiled blue, with a few faint clouds floating in it, just like the sky outside the tall, mullioned windows.

The food on the long table was long gone.

Only the sixth years were sitting on the benches waiting for Professor McGonagall.

Owen saw Harry and Hermione talking to Hagrid.

Yesterday, they didn't seem to see Hagrid at the banquet.

He was probably worried about his brother.

"Hi-Owen!"

Because the number of people was small, everyone did not sit according to the college, but gathered together.

Hermione waved at him.

"What's going on? You look like you just woke up?" She frowned, "What did you do last night?"

They sat together, Hannah next to her. She was holding her class schedule and seemed to be thinking about some courses.

"Um - I went to listen to someone tell a story." Owen waved his hand, "It's not dangerous at all, don't worry."

"Okay." Hermione said, "Why is your hair so messy?"

She sighed, then stretched out her hands and began to help him raise his hair.

Owen knew a magic spell that allowed his hair to change its shape as he wished, but - it was a pleasure to have someone comb your hair.

The curse cannot experience this.

"Little Grawp has made great progress and has learned a lot of words." Hagrid, who was chatting with Harry, said proudly, "You should really meet him. He likes to make new friends now. I am considering bringing him Become my assistant."

"It's really good. I think it has great potential." Harry said against his will.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back and prepare for the course. I've prepared a surprise, you will definitely like it."

After saying the last words, Hagrid left the auditorium.

After his huge figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Harry sighed, and then looked at Hermione with some dejection.

"He doesn't think we will still go to the Care of Magical Creatures class!" He was very distressed. "I mean, in fact, none of us showed any enthusiasm."

"I definitely won't take this course anyway." Owen spoke first. In Hagrid's class, they spent half of the class wiping Hagrid's butt.

Even though the little wizards are getting stronger now, the magical creatures he chose are really disgusting.

Unless the school considers hiring Senior Newt back as a professor of N.E.W.Ts courses, he will definitely not choose.

"Of course you have a reason. But we -" Ron said, "We are friends of Hagrid, but to be honest, few little wizards like his classes. No one our age wants to take Care of Magical Creatures." for each course.”

"The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, unless you are willing to continue to suffer for the next two years." Owen lay down slightly so that Hermione wouldn't have to lift her arms.

"Okay--" Harry and Ron looked at each other, "You make sense, it's time to make a break!"

A few minutes later.

Just as Hermione tied her silver hair together again, Professor McGonagall appeared.

She walked in from the side door.

Then she began to review the schedules of the young wizards.

This is a long job.

Everyone lined up. Hermione originally wanted to check the courses with Owen, but after seeing that there were only a few courses on his schedule, she shook her head and took back her schedule without comment.

This guy--it's impossible to do so!

The team was arranged by name.

Hannah, as the iron hat king, was the first to go on stage.

She was used to this.

It took a few minutes before it was Hermione's turn.

Hermione chose to continue studying Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Potions and Alchemy.

She gave up many courses.

Professor McGonagall approved her schedule with just a glance.

Then it was Neville.

"Your Herbology is very good," she said. "Your O.W.L. score is 'excellent'. Mrs. Sprout will definitely be happy to see you back. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts score is 'excellent', and you are also eligible to continue to take Professor Snape's course. Your Transfiguration score is 'good' enough. But I don't understand why you didn't take the Charms class. You also got an 'excellent' score in Charms."

"My grandmother thinks that taking Charms is a way to save trouble." Neville muttered.

"This is serious discrimination." Professor McGonagall said, "Just take Charms. I will write a letter to Augusta to remind her that she can't think that this course is not worth learning just because she failed the O.W.L. exam in Charms that year." Seeing the unbelievable joy on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped a blank course schedule with the tip of her wand, and then handed it to Neville, which had already filled in the details of the courses he would take this semester.

Then a few more people passed by.

It was Harry's turn.

He had nothing to say. Harry's grades in all subjects were good, and he didn't plan to take any more electives for the ones that he passed.

Glancing at Harry's schedule, Professor McGonagall immediately cast a disapproving look at him, and then the professor tapped the schedule with her wand. Then she handed it to Harry.

"Go to class!"

"Okay, professor." Harry took his own schedule.

But after a few steps, he found something wrong.

Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, Ancient Runes, Alchemy.

Huh?

Why are there two more subjects?

He didn't choose Ancient Runes and Alchemy!

"Professor."

"Next!" Professor McGonagall didn't give Harry a chance to ask questions at all.

"I" Harry wanted to cry but had no tears. What was this? He had thought that the next two years would be easier.

Ron secretly glanced at Harry's schedule, and felt a burst of joy in his heart.

But after a few minutes, the smile on his face shifted to Owen's face.

Ron got a schedule exactly the same as Harry's.