A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 68 Establishment of Study Group

At the long table by the window in the library, half of Owen's body was bathed in the setting sun in the afternoon. He was holding a copy of "Advanced Charms Principles" with a strange expression and was flipping through it absentmindedly.

This long table was full of people, including Harry, Hermione, and Daphne, as well as Neville, who had followed Hermione, and Draco, who was out of place... The atmosphere was so solid that it was suffocating.

Owen and Daphne were suppressing laughter, Hermione raised her head proudly, Neville clasped his hands in confusion, and Harry was so embarrassed that the soles of his shoes were about to be pierced by his own toes. Only Draco had a golden sword.

Sitting there with his arms crossed, Crabbe and Goyle stood to the left and right behind him, looking like gangsters, looking at Hermione and Neville with condescending eyes.

Just as Draco said, he agreed to follow Harry to meet Hermione Granger...but he didn't say he wanted to apologize. Owen, who had just returned to the lounge, was also dragged here and was laughing.

Watch the show.

"Well, this is Neville Longbottom." Hermione glanced at Draco with disdain and introduced herself in a low voice. Then she looked at Owen and Harry: "Neville is very grateful to you last time.

The flying lessons helped him. He finally decided to work hard and study hard recently. Although I think it is a bit late, it is not too late to force it."

Owen looked at Neville who looked nervous. Under his gaze, Neville straightened his back suddenly like a good student who was called out by a stern professor in class. Even his lips on his round face were slightly moving.

Trembling.

During the last flying lesson, Owen's words made Neville realize that he could be relied on and trusted. He began to regain the long-lost confidence and awakened the bravery deep in his heart. He decided to become a true

Someone who is worthy of being trusted and who can protect others.

Neville looked at Owen nervously, his expression uneasy and a little eager to be recognized.

Owen nodded to him with a gentle look on his face, feeling that this guy's eyes looked very much like those loyal fans of his previous life. Alas, goodbye forever, my lovely fans.

"The curse will stop." Owen pointed his wand at Draco, and then tapped Goyle, who was laughing non-stop. Draco jumped up from the ground and grinned at Hermione.

As he spoke, his face suddenly twisted because Harry kicked his calf hard under the table. He glared at Harry and forced himself to continue speaking without changing his expression.

"Well, it's actually quite interesting." Owen shrugged and took out his wand. In his opinion, it's a trivial matter for children to fight and fight. Just stand aside and watch the excitement. If Voldemort is fighting, it's okay.

How wonderful the world would be if they could only play "Grin and Hula La".

"Ah, great. Since you have reached a consensus, why not put your limited energy into unlimited learning!" Owen said seriously, "Knowledge is power. How about we seek common progress in peaceful competition?

How about it?"

"Stop talking!" Harry couldn't help but slap the table.

"Run!" Harry dragged him and ran.

"Then what else can you do besides calling me daddy?" Hermione was stepped on a painful point and glared at him.

Draco's pale cheeks were slightly red. If it weren't for the alchemy items on his body just now, he would have definitely lost. He said slowly: "This is my advantage, and it is a foundation that even you can't match..."

Draco was so frightened that he took a step back. An invisible barrier appeared in front of him, bouncing back the sudden curse. Hermione was also stunned for a moment, narrowly dodging the bounced curse and holding it in her hand.

The books he was holding fell to the floor.

"Look, my suggestion is good, isn't it?" Owen looked at the remaining people playfully.

"Sounds pretty interesting." Daphne said with a bright smile.

Neville stood beside him at a loss, with a confused look on his face. Crabbe ran away like a rabbit, and Goyle was affected by the spell of the two. He was grinning and laughing.

Tears burst out of my eyes.

Harry was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He glared angrily at Owen who was fanning the flames, took out his wand and pointed it at Draco, who was the first to stir up trouble: "Expelliarmus!"

Draco, who was ignored, turned his head angrily and continued to glare at Hermione, ignoring Harry's suggestion of secretly kicking his legs under the table, his eyes as arrogant as if he saw a slug rolling in the mud.

"Oh, if you just came here today to show off that you are not mute, then congratulations, you got what you wanted." Hermione said coldly as she walked quickly outside the library.

Harry wiped his face desperately, his features almost wrinkled together. If he had known that this would be the case, he would never have brought Draco here.

Owen couldn't help but coughed softly, gave Harry a wish-for-good look, and then looked at each other with Daphne, who was sitting opposite him, and blinked in unison.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened the book in front of him with a firm and solemn expression. Even Draco's threatening look became like a spring breeze in his eyes.

"Oops, if we are caught, we may be imprisoned until Christmas!" Harry grabbed Draco, who was stiff, and numbed his paws for a moment, "Owen, stop watching the fun!"

The wand in Draco's hand flew out, spinning into Harry's hand. Immediately afterwards, he was hit by Hermione's full-body binding spell. His legs suddenly merged together, and his hands were tied stiffly on both sides of his body.

He turned sideways, staggered for a while and then fell to the ground, leaving only a pair of angry and panicked eyes rolling around.

"Sneak attack! It's really despicable and shameless!" Draco said angrily and proudly. He also took out his wand and shouted loudly: "Stand still and stop!"

"Wait! I don't know what gave you the unrealistic sense of superiority. In order to make you realize the reality, I'm going to duel with you!" Draco raised his slender chin arrogantly, "You should remain in awe.

, Granger, some things cannot be provoked and cannot be broken by you."

The eight people walked through the complicated corridors and stairs for a long time. When Filch's cursing voice could no longer be heard, they had time to stop and take a breath.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I can still beat you without them!" Draco jumped.

"Oh! Why not set up a study group," he clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Compete with each other in the fields of wisdom and strength, compete with each other, and promote each other... There is nothing better than this."

"I also know that you lead your followers around the school all day long like a vulgar nouveau riche. You are arrogant, self-righteous, have eyes in your nostrils, and are so pathetic that you can only find a hint of superiority from your weaker classmates.

Feel..." Hermione hugged her shoulders and retorted.

Owen pulled Daphne to the side of the corridor and encouraged the two of them with a smile: "Hey, Draco, be careful of the book behind you! Oh, Hermione, your spell is only half an inch off, what a pity... ha

Leigh, don't stand there, drag Goyle over here!"

"Tarantella!" Hermione's curse followed closely, and the two sparks collided in mid-air and canceled each other out.

At this time, Crabbe, who had run away like a monkey, ran back again, shouting: "Here comes Filch!"

"Agreed! If you're scared, you can stay away from me in the future." She looked at Draco sideways and said.

The two of them were going back and forth, sneering at each other and taunting each other. Harry was pitifully sandwiched between the two of them, mediating with each other like a sandwich biscuit, and finally cast a look at Owen for help.

"Are you that...Hermione Granger?" He drawled and said the name in a strange voice, while glancing down at the corner of his mouth in disgust.

"Listen, this is not over yet, you're just a despicable person who only takes advantage of others' danger!" Draco pointed at Hermione and provoked. Then he looked at Harry with great resentment, as if he had been betrayed.

Womanly: "You actually helped her deal with me? I didn't do anything to feel sorry for you..."

"Who is afraid of whom!" Draco couldn't possibly give in.

"Granger, are you scared?" Draco shouted proudly, "Then apologize to me before I get angry. I can consider forgiving your ignorance."

"It's really hard for you to talk so confidently about your incompetence." Hermione sneered.

"...It's better than you. No one can stand your arrogance." Draco's voice became louder.

Hermione's steps paused, her shoulders shaking with anger. She turned around suddenly and waved the wand in her hand at Draco: "Petrify them all!"

Hermione and Draco looked at Owen with question marks on their faces, wondering when they had reached an agreement. But Hermione was not afraid of studying.

"You rely entirely on alchemy items, and you don't think you are capable of making trouble. You have no right to say such things!" Before Harry could speak, Hermione retorted tit for tat.

"If you weren't so crippled that you couldn't remember things, that's what my name would have been if nothing else happened." Hermione didn't tolerate him and sneered directly.

Draco's gray eyes looked at Hermione mercilessly, from her messy hair to her pair of oversized front teeth, the expression on his face became increasingly disgusting.

"Childish!" Hermione turned around and left with her head held high.

"There's no need for you to apologize." Hermione retracted her wand angrily, as if she wanted to tear Draco into pieces with her eyes.

"The library is not a noisy place, get out! Get out!" Mrs. Pince, the librarian, rushed over with a feather duster and kicked all the people out.

Looking at Hermione who was still holding her wand, Harry said: "Okay, Hermione...I'm very sorry, I didn't expect this to be the case..."

"If I remember correctly, you seem to be getting carried away with your reputation as a 'know-it-all'?" He leaned back on the chair, folded his arms and said slowly, "I know you are a rigid thinker.

You are a nerd, showing off like a peacock in every class, and also like to point fingers at others... In view of your background, maybe you think this is something to be proud of? "

Harry nodded numbly, feeling that his peaceful life was gone forever. Neville also nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with a look of excitement and anxiety on his face, like a scumbag who had sneaked into a group of top students.

"Then I announce that the strongest study group at Hogwarts is established today!" Owen said, raising his right hand.

"That's a stupid name!" others said in unison.

Crabbe and Goyle secretly stuffed candies into their mouths, nodding with confusion on their faces. Poor, helpless, stupid, ignored, but able to eat.

(End of chapter)