NABC Chapter 84 Another Kind of Arrogance
Chapter 84 Another Kind of Arrogance
Chapter 84 Another Kind of Arrogance
"You have no choice. If you're not satisfied, you can move out of the Forbidden Forest."
"Evil little pony, the Forbidden Forest is ours—"
"Enough—" Owen's tone suddenly turned sinister: "If you dare to say again that the Forbidden Forest belongs to centaurs, then I will cooperate with the eight-eyed spiders to wipe you all out."
The centaur's words were immediately cut off, because the evil little pony could really do it.
"And you too, Hagrid let Aragog go. If you make a mistake like this, I'll be there to fix it!"
The giant spider representative also fell silent. This little wizard didn't even need to team up with anyone; the big cat and white phoenix beside him were enough to wear them down.
"I know you feel I've given you too little territory, but watch closely—"
With a wave of his wand, Owen expanded the territory of the two tribes to the eastern and western borders of the Forbidden Forest: "I need you to guard these two sides. Any creature that dares to sneak in must not be allowed to enter alive. Also, if any student dies in your half of the territory, or even goes missing, I will hold you responsible, and there will be absolutely no second chance."
Honestly, if Hagrid hadn't been so big and begging him so desperately, he wouldn't have given him a single chance, and he wouldn't have come here. Instead, he would have gone straight to the giant spider's lair, set it on fire, and then gone to the centaur tribe to resolve the conflict at its root before dawn.
Some pets, however, fight and cause trouble in their owners' homes, destroying things and even acting like they own the place. Why not get rid of these pets?
Pets don't matter, but Hagrid's face can't be ignored. Ever since he came to Hogwarts at the age of eight, Hagrid has taken great care of him. This half-giant has a rough appearance but a gentle heart. Owen is his good friend.
After mediating the dispute, Owen wasn't in a hurry to go back. He first took a stroll around the Moonfox's territory, refused to dance with them again, and then went to the other side. He looked at the unicorns, explained where they could and couldn't go, and then groomed their fur before returning to the castle.
But Dumbledore was already waiting.
"Darling, I think we need to have a serious talk. I heard you're also looking for Horcruxes?"
"Yes, Principal."
There was really nothing to hide from the old wizard; he had already thought about it when he sent Sirius to find the golden cup and the trinket box.
"Could I come in and have a seat? It's been so long since I've visited your room."
"Of course, please."
Even Dumbledore looked surprised when he saw the bookshelf full of notebooks: "My dear, I've always known you're very diligent, but I never expected—"
Owen smiled, and after he transformed into two large sofas, Milov served him black tea. Without being told, Milov added five sugar cubes to one of the cups.
"I'm not a genius, so I can only make up for it with hard work, Headmaster. I think you want to talk about something. Yes, I found Ravenclaw's tiara. It was indeed turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort. I purified it with a potion, but I'm still not at ease, so it needs to be sealed away for a while. If you want to see it, you'll have to wait a little longer."
Indeed, after eliminating Voldemort's soul fragments with a potion, Owen was not careless. He would then use several other different potions to clean and soak the crown, a process that would take up to four months.
"Owen—" Dumbledore took a sip of his black tea and then smiled contentedly. "Every time I see you grow, I feel myself getting older even more acutely."
Owen glanced at the black tea but didn't drink it. Drinking tea now would probably mean he'd have to use magic when he went to sleep that night. Luckily, Miloff brought him a cup of hot milk, which he could drink.
"Headmaster, I don't know what your plans are, but I'm certain that the Golden Cup and the Ornament Box have already been turned into Horcruxes, and I will do my best to preserve these four items and bring them back to Hogwarts. As for the rest—"
The parchment filled with clues about Horcruxes flew to Dumbledore's side. Owen continued, "I think it's best to clean it all up completely, because Voldemort's application of dark magic has indeed reached a very high level. I'm sure he would have added extremely powerful curses to the Horcruxes."
"I am indeed getting old—" Dumbledore waved his hand and put the parchment away. "I will help you find clues and then give it to you. But Owen, there is one thing in here that I want no matter what—"
"Is it a resurrection stone?"
"You—you are, Green?"
"Yes, Principal."
"Are you going to try to persuade me too? If it were you, Owen, I might—"
"Headmaster, I think you've misunderstood. If the Resurrection Stone also becomes a Horcrux, then I will do my best to preserve it intact and then hand it over to you. To see the person you miss again is a kind of happiness."
Dumbledore visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and in that instant, he also visibly aged a bit: "Thank you, my dear. I promise you, I won't touch them until you've confirmed it's safe."
After seeing Dumbledore off, the big cat lay down next to Owen and meowed softly a few times.
"Of course, Molly, the old wizard won't tell the young wizard the truth, even if it's Dumbledore. This desire to arrange everything himself—isn't that just another form of arrogance?"
Irving laughed, downed the milk in his glass in one gulp, then hugged the big cat, buried his face in the bed, and fell asleep in no time.
After daybreak, Irving went to class as usual, then studied and practiced, with a full schedule. No one could find fault with him because Irving's schedule had no dates, no weekends, no Saturdays and Sundays, and not even holidays.
However, there are some unexpected situations that force him to stop, such as—Professor McGonagall, who only needs a sincere hug to make Owen put down his wand, then come to the Quidditch pitch looking completely bewildered, and watch a game.
"Owen, can you feel it? The magic of Quidditch!"
Seeing Professor McGonagall's excitement, Owen hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up, "Mama McGonagall, I want to know, since the Golden Snitch can decide the outcome of the competition, why are there so many people? Wouldn't two people be enough for one match?"
Professor McGonagall's joy slowly faded. She opened her mouth, but only let out a sigh. After a long while, she hugged Owen and said, "Darling, I think—people should still have their own hobbies."