A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 48 Daily life

In the next few days, what happened in the flying class spread very quickly to the whole school.

Originally this was just a small thing, but as long as anything is related to the Boy Who Lived, it will attract a lot of attention.

Harry Potter's remarks and actions were known to many people, which earned him the approval and recognition of a large group of young and energetic wizards, and earned him a good reputation in various colleges.

Yes, even Slytherin House is similar. After all, bullying is something that everyone except those very few bullies hates. As for the other party's behavior of protecting the "Mudblood" friends, it also attracted a lot of attention.

If you think about it, Slytherin House already has a large number of mixed-race students, and there are also pure-bloods who are not too extreme, so they are quite tolerant of this kind of thing.

As for the small number of people who can't stand it... they can only endure it. Their words are drowned in the crowd and they can't make much waves.

Well, regarding the flying lesson, Owen became popular with Harry Potter, and Draco, who had a conflict with Harry, became popular - even though he was already so high-profile that almost no one knew about him, and he was protected by Harry.

Hermione also received more attention and became a small embellishment in this matter.

Owen laughed off this, but somehow felt that this might be an opportunity to ease the blood gap that had existed for many years, as long as Dumbledore could make good use of this opportunity. From this point of view, Harry being sorted into Slytherin House might not be a bad thing.

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However, Owen has no intention of getting involved in this kind of thing right now. Before he gains enough strength to protect himself, he'd better focus more on himself.

In the following days, Harry and Draco almost had a complete falling out. Draco tried every means to anger Harry, but Harry always treated him as nothing and turned a blind eye to what he did.

There is another change, which is in Potions class.

"Tsk." Owen smiled and stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Melete, who had been sleeping before, poked a little head out of his coat pocket, shook her two big ears slightly, and looked at her faintly.

He glanced at Owen, then glared at Mrs. Norris fiercely.

Owen tilted his head and smiled in an amused manner, and recited a cleaning spell to Mrs. Loris, whose entire body was painted red. It was not until her knotted red hair became soft that he withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Gee, that’s interesting.

In the corridor, Peeves was carrying a large bucket of paint and scribbling on the wall. The red paint spread to the oil painting hanging on the wall, making the room, clothes and even the cheeks of the characters in the painting messy. For a while,

, people in the painting covered their faces and screamed and fled, panicking and squeezing into the distant frame.

Everything in the flying class must have reached Professor Snape's ears. Owen could hardly describe the complicated look Professor Snape looked at Harry during the Potions class that day.

There was an unfathomable expression on that gloomy face all day long. For Snape, who was always good at pretending and keeping his heart closed, it was difficult for Owen to see through his heart.

Fortunately, while criticizing and finding fault, he would also throw out some useful information on potions to support his conclusions, which made Owen feel pain and happiness. Although he was so angry at the other party's ridicule that he wanted to fly a poker card into his face.

But the harvest is much more than usual.

Owen finally understood how difficult Harry's Potions class was.

In this regard, Owen can only say, boy, you should go and have your brain checked, so as not to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.

"Do you need my help cleaning the walls, Mr. Filch?" Owen asked with a gentle smile, twirling his wand smoothly on his fingertips, as if he was the master here, and the one who just cast the spell was not

Same as him.

"...No need!" Filch picked up his cat, inspected it carefully, and then waved his hands like he was shooing away flies: "Get out! Don't do this again!"

"Oh, don't underestimate Peeves!" Peeves quickly moved around like a deflated rubber ball, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue at him, "Peeves can do anything.

!" Then, he passed through the wall and disappeared.

Melet hooked Owen's wrist with her long tail, and her golden eyes looked sharp: This is mine!

"Peeves!" Mr. Filch chased after Peeves with a face filled with ferocious anger, but could not do anything to him. Mrs. Norris, who was a little fatter, stepped on the wall and jumped up again and again, but she always jumped from Peeves.

He passed through the ghost's body. For the last time, Peeves playfully flipped the paint bucket in his hand and pinned it directly on the Maine Coon cat's head.

"No magic is allowed in the corridors during class!" Filch shouted harshly when he saw Owen's behavior.

Having said that, Professor Snape did not treat Harry specially. The story of Harry joining the Quidditch team in advance was shattered. Although Harry, who had no idea about it, was only looking forward to joining the school team next year.

He had long wanted to recite this spell to Mrs. Norris. Every time he saw its knotted hair, he felt unhappy, making people wonder if there might be a lot of lice hidden in it... But Filch always

It was to prevent someone from chanting a spell on his cat.

Peeves laughed loudly and flew over. When he saw Owen and the others, he did not forget to say hello in a weird voice: "Oh, baby Potter, little angel of justice... Oh, and there are

Little Owen is a good teacher, do you need Peeves' help to send a few people to heaven to save you?"

Perhaps it was because Owen's appearance of not taking it too seriously was too conspicuous, or maybe Professor Snape couldn't stand the blazing bonfire he lit in every class. Owen became the target of Professor Snape's criticism.

One, the herbicide potion he brewed was criticized by the other party as worthless...

However, Harry, who was gently let go, felt uncomfortable after class. He felt that the dean had relaxed his demands on him. Was it because he had completely disappointed him?

Owen didn't care about Peeves' malicious ridicule and responded with a lazy smile: "Okay, but there's no point in saving students. If you can send a few professors to heaven, I will be very grateful to you."

When looking at Owen, the smile on Peeves' face was a bit exaggerated and flattering, but the words he spoke were not restrained at all.

But for the rare occasion, he did not find any way to find fault with Harry again, but let him go in an understatement. Owen even felt that the tone of his words was not so cold anymore - of course, the venomous tongue was still the same, and Gryffindor was still angry.

The students almost wanted to vomit blood.

As soon as Mrs. Norris and Melet's eyes met, her whole body suddenly exploded with hair, turning into a big fluffy ball with sparse hair, and she buried her head shivering.

Melet nodded with satisfaction, glanced sideways at Owen, opened her mouth slightly with an interesting expression like a smile, and then slowly retracted her pocket.

"Ah, little Melete is so cute." The satisfied kitten Nizi was carried by Owen by the back of his neck and slipped out. He put it in his hand and stroked its fur. His four little paws spread out like plum blossoms and scratched randomly in the air.

He was holding on, but he couldn't touch Owen's hand.

By the time Owen was satisfied, Melete was already a salty cat who had lost her dream. Well, the smile did not disappear, it just moved to another person's face.

It wasn't until after dinner that Owen rubbed his temples with a headache. After gathering the ingredients for the potion, he had to go to Quirrell's office.

(End of chapter)