Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 10 A Different Kind of Guardian

Time always flies when you're studying hard.

After the professors changed the time, Owen didn't use the extra time to play. Instead, he devoted it all to practicing spells, especially the Patronus Charm. He felt he had almost mastered it; all that was missing now was the right emotional connection.

As for how to get his emotions in the right place, Irving had already figured it out. Since his past memories couldn't make him happy, he would start cultivating his happiness from now on.

Reading makes him very happy.

only……

When Professor McGonagall saw the young wizard standing by the window, peeking at the students who were going home for the holidays, her heart ached: No, she couldn't wait any longer. Whether or not she would take on disciples was another matter, but at least she had to give the young wizard a home.

At Christmas, Irving didn't feel any particular sentimentality about the holiday; he was just a little envious that others had homes to go home to.

In truth, Owen knew perfectly well that Dumbledore brought him to Hogwarts for his own good, but it wasn't without the intention of confinement and surveillance. He was homesick.

The longing for home is not a present or past soul, but an instinct etched into the blood.

That day, Owen didn't go to the library, nor did he sit in his study to organize his notes, nor did he practice magic in the empty classroom. Instead, he walked alone to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, casually found a big tree, and sat down in a relaxed manner.

Looking at his own footprints on the snow and at the gray sky, Owen couldn't help but think about his past and present lives.

People only know that the Meng Po soup can make people forget their past lives, but they don't know that this is a kind of protection. Without the joys and sorrows of the past life, one can better experience this life.

As he was thinking, Irving suddenly laughed. He was laughing at himself, at how damn pretentious he was.

How fortunate it is to have the chance to live a second life and even touch power! The past life cannot be retrieved, but this life is in our own hands. Fate is never something assigned to anyone else, but something we choose ourselves.

Irving's laughter grew louder and louder, so loud that it shook the snow off the trees, but not a single snowflake landed on him; they were all blown away by the magic he unintentionally exuded.

Amidst laughter, the young wizard suddenly stretched out his hand and uttered the spell he knew all too well: "Patriot!"

A silver mist appeared and began to spread, while the mist in the center became increasingly dense. Owen's smile remained unchanged, but he increased the output of his magic. When he finally saw clearly what his Guardian Charm looked like, his smile widened.

"Roar!!!"

A phoenix cry echoed throughout Hogwarts. A red light suddenly flashed, and Dumbledore and Fawkes appeared. Other professors descended from the sky, some arrived with afterimages, and some floated in mid-air on broomsticks.

When they saw Irving, they all smiled...

A pure white phoenix perched on the little wizard's shoulder, and the little wizard was pressed down onto the snow by the white phoenix.

Being crushed by his own guardian spirit is a unique occurrence for the little wizard to date.

But it must be said, this white phoenix...

Back in the headmaster's office, Fox jumped onto the young wizard's shoulder, nuzzling his face while cautiously glancing at the other shoulder, at another wizard similar to himself but with a different appearance.

The other professors looked at Dumbledore with serious expressions.

The Guardian Charm is an ancient and known powerful defensive spell. Although few people in the magic world know it nowadays, it's not that no one does. At least, there are two people in this office who can use it.

Both are phoenixes, but Dumbledore's is in a normal magical form, while the young wizard's is a physical entity.

Did the Guardian Angel Spell really work?

Or perhaps the little wizard mispronounced the spell, turning the guardian charm into a summoning charm, thus summoning a real phoenix?

"No, this white phoenix is ​​real, but it is also Owen's guardian spirit, it's just..."

Dumbledore observed for quite some time before finally understanding the cause and effect. Only then did he manage to smirk as he looked at the young wizard, who was gritting his teeth and supporting the two phoenixes, and asked, "Mr. Owen, could you tell me how much magic you used when you cast the spell?"

"all!"

The moment he opened his mouth, he deflated. This time, the little wizard didn't fall down, but was instead pressed to the ground. Professor Flitwick had intended to pull over a chair, but he hadn't expected the little wizard to fall so quickly. Professor McGonagall waved her hand, and the chair turned into a thick carpet, which was placed under the little wizard.

Owen blushed a little. If he hadn't run out of magic, how could he have ended up in such a sorry state?

Both phoenixes jumped off his shoulders and then simultaneously slammed their heads into Owen's face with considerable force, deforming his face and causing him to involuntarily pout.

She looks so cute!

Professor McGonagall was intrigued; a certain idea resurfaced and quickly reached its peak.

Dumbledore laughed too: "It seems my idea was right, Owen. Your magic has increased too quickly. In the long run, it will have a negative impact on your body. But fortunately, you succeeded. Your magic and body have now achieved a true balance."

The professors all breathed a sigh of relief.

They had all witnessed the young wizard's extraordinary talent, but Owen's true talent lay not in subjects like spells, transfiguration, potions, or herbs, but in the speed at which his magical power increased!

At only nine years old, his magical power was already more than twice that of a normal adult wizard, and it showed no signs of stopping increasing. If he were allowed to grow like this, and another magical outburst occurred when he turned seventeen, Hogwarts might really be leveled if it wasn't controlled properly...

The young wizard had just exhausted his magic and needed to rest. Fortunately, he lived very close to the headmaster's office, just a few steps away.

Lying in bed, Owen looked at the white phoenix perched beside his head and was momentarily at a loss for words.

It was indeed a guardian spirit summoned by magic, but it was also a real entity. However, the most wonderful thing was that he and it could communicate with each other using magic.

If the user wishes, the magic power within the White Phoenix's body can either return to the user's body or be sent back to the White Phoenix's body.

Moreover, whenever he wants, his thoughts will occupy Bai Fenghuang's mind, controlling its every move, and even sharing its gaze. But once he withdraws his thoughts, it will become a separate entity again, and he can feel its deep dependence on him.

Magic is amazing, and it's really interesting!

The feeling of being depleted of magic was unpleasant, but Owen enjoyed it. This physical and mental exhaustion allowed him to enter a deep sleep without needing to use magic.

I haven't dreamt in a long time. I hope that in my dreams I can see the people I want to see...

The little wizard didn't get up early the next day and slept until just before lunchtime.

I'm certain I had a very long dream, but I can't remember what it was about.

This feeling is so good!

Of course, the feeling of regaining magic power was also good. Although one night did not fully restore my magic power, I could still fly close to the ground using the "Aura Ascension" technique without any problems.

The professors, and the young wizards who hadn't gone home for the holidays, all smiled as they watched Owen fly close to the ground. But the surprises weren't over yet. Professor McGonagall said she would take him to Diagon Alley after lunch.

Kyrie Irving isn't a big fan of shopping, but after staying in one place for too long, he's always happy to get out and about.

"Today's lunch was great!"

The house-elves' cooking skills are getting better and better. Steak with rice, plus refreshing and spicy cold tripe salad, is absolutely amazing. Irving ate three bowls of rice in one go!

Many people used to envy Kyrie Irving for having his own personal meals, but after seeing the meal combinations a few times, that feeling disappeared.

Because not everyone can accept such a chaotic combination...