Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 85 A Gentle Person

Chapter 85 A Gentle Person

People should have their own hobbies.

This statement resonated deeply with Irving. He used to treat studying as a hobby, immersing himself in it wholeheartedly. However, it seemed that not everyone shared his passion. Even now, Irving sensed something was amiss. Studying wasn't a hobby; it was life. And that hobby—

"My dear, I think you need to go out and explore, like the ancient wizards, to travel around, see a wider world, and find your own interests."

"Maybe so, I need to think about it carefully."

Owen returned to the lounge on the eighth floor of the castle, then sat on the sofa, staring intently at the parchment floating in front of him, the handwriting on it constantly changing.

With more than half a semester left, he could travel to many places, but he never thought of leaving the territory of England.

It wasn't anything else, but rather—he wanted to find all the Horcruxes before Dumbledore!

Because of magic, wizards' thinking is somewhat abstract. Even Dumbledore, the "White Lord" of the wizarding world, sometimes has actions that Owen doesn't quite understand.

For example, he worked hard to nurture Harry Potter, even though he knew that Harry was able to deflect Voldemort's Killing Curse because his mother had cast an ancient protective spell on him.

This magic has not been deciphered to this day, and it even disappeared with the death of Harry's mother. But the old wizard still believes that it is the magic of "love". To continue to maintain this magic, Harry Potter must live with his family until adulthood, even if these family members do not bring Harry any love.

And then there's the Philosopher's Stone from first grade, the Chamber of Secrets from second grade, and this year's Sirius Black case. Without Dumbledore's almost explicit support, Harry Potter wouldn't even have had the right to participate!

In his first year, Harry was insanely suspicious of Snape. A freshman who had only been in school for a few days was suspicious of a professor who had been teaching for many years. Ask Dumbledore himself if he would have dared to be so reckless in his first year.

Voldemort believed the prophecy, which led to Harry losing his parents, but did Dumbledore believe it?

He believed even more than Voldemort that Harry Potter was the savior, and even more than himself that Voldemort would be ended by Harry Potter.

But Irving didn't believe it!

Prophecy is the outcome of the future, but the future is always changing. For example, now that we have some guesses about all of Voldemort's Horcruxes and have confirmed 80% of them, this future is no longer controlled by others, but by ourselves!

Blue flames appeared, and the parchment that had just been filled with notes was burned to ashes.

"Set off!"

After greeting a few professors, Owen left the castle, went to Hogsmeade, had a butterbeer, and then wandered around outside before disappearing from sight.

Regardless of whether anyone was secretly watching him, Owen was still more cautious than usual. After three transfers, he arrived at Grimmauld Place, where Sirius Black had been waiting for a while.

"Mr. Owen, it's a pleasure to see you again. To be honest, I really wouldn't have wanted to come back if it weren't for your request."

Sirius's expression was somewhat conflicted. This was his home, the Black family's old residence, but this family hadn't shown him any friendliness, especially after he was sorted into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin.

"Mr. Blake, your bloodline is fixed and cannot be changed, so there's no need to dwell on it."

Sirius's lips twitched as he struggled out of his reverie, then waved his hand, and the hidden Black mansion appeared.

Ancient, but not dilapidated. When Owen saw the old house-elf, he bowed first, and Kreacher quickly returned the bow. But what Owen said next stunned the house-elf and left Sirius, who had followed him in, completely dumbfounded.

"I've come to collect the item that Mr. Regulus is keeping."

"Young Master..."

"Reg—"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Regulus, there must be an item left behind, and there's an 80% chance it's Voldemort's Horcrux."

Kreacher suddenly lowered his head, tears streaming down his face: "No, young master didn't—"

"Kricher, I command—"

Before Sirius could finish speaking, Owen raised his hand to stop him. He looked earnestly at the loyal house-elf and said, "I know that Mr. Regulus's disappearance has always been a source of pain for the Black family. And Kreacher, I believe you know that I'm here not only to take things away, but also to clear Regulus's name. He is not an evil Death Eater; he is a hero."

At this point, Kreacher was about to say something, but Owen stopped him. He gestured for them to sit down first, and then Owen, as if he were back in his own home, lit the fireplace with Fiery Cross and had Kreacher prepare tea.

"You must be wondering how I know, right?"

Owen looked at Kreacher and laughed, "When Mr. Malfoy handed me that notebook Horcrux, I started researching the pure-blood families who joined the Death Eaters. But when I got to the Black family, a problem arose."

First, Sirius Black wasn't sorted into Slytherin like previous family members, which surprised me quite a bit. Then I asked the Sorting Hat, and he said it was Sirius who strongly requested it. And there's another point: Mr. Regulus also strongly requested to join Slytherin because if he hadn't resisted, he would have been sorted into Ravenclaw.

It was quite unexpected for both Kreacher and Sirius; they had no idea such a thing existed.

Owen took a sip of tea: "A person with Ravenclaw intelligence, willingly joining a Sorting House he doesn't like for the sake of his family and loved ones, shows he's a very gentle person. And such a person, when he learns that his brother is an enemy of the Dark Lord, has only one purpose in joining the Death Eaters: to secretly help his brother, even if his brother fails, to save his brother's life—"

Sirius silently shed tears. Following Owen's words, he recalled his childhood, when his younger brother and he, his older brother, were the best of friends.

Kreacher burst into tears. Having served the Black family all along, how could it not know what a gentle young master Rex was?