第1章 巫师，巫师 

Wizard, wizard

The level of magic determines the allegiance of justice. "Truth lies in the difference of magic; history is the hymn written by the survivors." Owen Carrot, looking at Voldemort and his Death Eaters standing before him, said calmly, "You are noisier than the wind; dance with the wind, endless wind." Watching Voldemort and the Death Eaters being swept into the air by the powerful tornado, Hogwarts fell into an eerie silence. Only when the young wizard who had been reading a book while walking disappeared did someone quietly breathe a sigh of relief. "I knew it. Even Voldemort can't break Owen's rules, or he'll be punished too." A Mr. Weasley, who wished to remain anonymous, looked at the people spinning in the wind, his expression not too good...

魔力的高低，决定了正义的归属。“真理，在魔力的差距之间，历史，是存活之人书写的赞歌。”欧文·卡罗特看着自己站在自己眼前的伏地魔，还有他率领的一众食死徒，语气淡然的说道：“你们比风儿还要吵闹，请随风起舞吧，无尽之风。”看着被强力龙卷风，卷到半空中的伏地魔和食死徒们，霍格沃茨进入了一种诡异的沉默之中，直到那个一边走路，一边看著书的小巫师悄失，这才有人悄悄的松了口气。“我就知道，哪怕是伏地魔，也不能破坏了欧文的规矩，不然，一样会受到惩罚的。”某个不愿意透露姓名的韦斯莱先生，看着在风中旋转的人，脸色不是太好...