I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Should we go?"

After the humiliating meal, Owen pulled Hermione on the way to the library.

"Where are you going?" He rolled his eyes at Hermione, who was already a little shy. "Look at how you look now. Although you are very good-looking, you wasted too much time on those lip glosses and all that, you know? This is a magic school different from Hogwarts, a treasure to be unearthed! Look at you, you... Where did you spend your energy?"

He criticized seriously.

The reason is certainly not because she ate alone without calling him

no!

Absolutely not!

"Ah?" Hermione's pretty little face raised slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed between her eyebrows.

The romantic atmosphere of France in my heart made some open doors close slightly.

"Ah what! Of course I'm going to go to Nick for a refreshing drink to wake up my head first, and then go to the library to continue copying books!" Owen said matter-of-factly: "You don't want me to be alone. Just work! Let me tell you, it’s a beautiful idea!”

With a "bang", the door in Hermione's heart suddenly closed, and then the shame on her face gradually receded. Then she asked in an uncertain and tentative tone: "So that's why you're angry?"

"What else?" Owen glanced back at her, "You should just roll with me as crazily as you did a week ago! Hey, I just like the way you study hard! You know? When you study, you look so focused. The most attractive!”

"Crack!"

This time not only was the door closed, she even added a lock!

"Haha~" the little witch sneered.

Just now, she actually had the slightest expectation for the stone in front of her!

Really.

How could I be so naive!

Feeling that the girl behind him gradually became quiet, Owen did not stop chattering, "Stay away from that Fleur and see what she has taught you! Choosing jewelry? How to put on makeup? How to dress?"

"Enough, this is all a capitalist trap! It's temptation, it's Satan, it's the devil!

Can your choice of jewelry help you defeat Fudge and his Aurors? No way!

How to put on makeup that will make you beat up a Slytherin? Not even possible!

Can dressing up help you secure your spot as the most powerful witch in Gryffindor? Even less so!

Look, these are all unimportant things. Only fools would pursue these vain things in the years when they have the most energy.

You must always remember that only inner improvement is fundamental.

Have you learned any spells this week?

Have you gained any magical knowledge?

Have you grown?

No!

Not at all!

She just wants to drive the devil in your heart into her hell. Do you think I can't see it? She's taking advantage of you! Little girl!

You must always be vigilant and never be tempted by her sweet words! ! ! "

It wasn't until the library door was pushed open that Owen's chattering finally stopped.

Hermione rubbed her calloused ears and looked at the table with stacks of manuscripts in front of her, feeling slightly dazed. Has Owen copied so many already?

Obviously when she left, this guy was crazy and lazy and finished one or two books.

Hermione sat back in her seat.

Picking up a scroll that Owen had just copied, he opened it.

The wonderful text in front of me is constantly changing and combining, like a doll nested together, complex and difficult to understand.

Okay~ The little witch has to admit that she has been a little slack recently.

but--

The blush on my cheeks is about to rise again.

That—it’s okay to relax appropriately!

she thinks.

"Stay here and don't run around." Owen warned seriously, then turned to leave the library.

He had to ask Nick for a pick-me-up.

This is not for Hermione.

Just kidding, does charm magic need a pick-me-up? do you need?

Isn't that something that can be cleared away with a wave of a magic wand?

Damn it, the pick-me-up is for him, he hasn't slept for twenty-seven hours.

But even though he worked so hard, it was still a little difficult to realize Dumbledore's great plan of emptying Beauxbatons' collection.

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"This kind of stabilizer can stabilize the blood vessels in these hybrid magical animals, making them gradually calmer and gentler. However, this is not a therapeutic drug. It can only calm the blood vessels, but it cannot prevent the final collapse of the blood vessels."

"And - Albus, I don't know if this is useful for the human body." In Nick's safe house, two old men with white beards were swirling around the sleeping Bakar on the table.

This Australian blue-eyed white dragon has been studied by Nick as a test subject for two weeks.

Except for reproduction, they already know enough about other aspects.

"You know, the human body is much more fragile than magical animals." Next to Nick's hand was a cup of green earth-colored, turbid liquid that seemed to be mixed with mud.

"So what will be the consequences?" Dumbledore asked with a frown.

"I will fall asleep for a long, long time."

"Asleep?" The old principal was stunned, what kind of sequelae was this? Then when he saw Nick's eyes, he knew that this was his old friend joking with him.

"Haha - take it easy Albus, do you still remember the days when we studied the blood of fire dragons together? Great discoveries always appear inadvertently."

"I know, I know." Professor Dumbledore sighed silently. He knew that he had been too anxious recently.

However, the burden on him is getting heavier and heavier.

The more he understood, the more he realized that he seemed to never be able to deal with those things.

Summer vacation is coming to an end.

He would also use his last few days to explore the forests of Albania.

Voldemort - Gellert - and some hidden information.

He needs to confirm and falsify.

While Professor Dumbledore was deep in thought.

"Bang!"

Owen kicked open any door and rushed in hastily.

"Refresher, refresher, where's my refresher!" With heavy dark circles under his eyes, he raised his hands high, shook his head and moved towards the table.

It looked like a zombie looking for food.

"On the table." The old principal didn't even raise his head.

He was holding a long piece of parchment in his hand, and he was thinking about something with his brows furrowed.

"This?" Owen pointed to the green earth-colored liquid.

"Yes." Nick responded.

"It doesn't look like it?"

"Powerful, you know, I have many recipes for ancient potions."

"Really?" Owen picked up the cup with some confusion.

He put his nose in and took a sniff.

"Wow!" He almost spit out.

Very good, it smells like magic potion.

He raised his head and took a sip.

Let that disgusting liquid flow into your throat

The taste was bitter and astringent, with a strong rusty taste, and it seemed to be unfiltered, mixed with impurities like sand.

All in all, it was extremely unpleasant to drink.

"This is really the worst potion I've ever drunk. It's just a little bit more powerful than traditional Chinese medicine~~~"

There was a "bang", and before he could finish speaking, he fell down with his legs weak, and his head hit the corner of the table with a loud sound.

"Oh! It seems that the dose of medicine needs to be reduced." Nick nodded.

"Indeed, at least reduce it by half." Dumbledore also nodded, and then poured some more water into Owen's unfinished potion cup.

Stir, stir, hmm – it’s a brand new cup again!

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The other side of the ocean.

Very different from Owen.

During the summer vacation, Harry was racking his brains to complete his summer homework.

If he knew that Owen was studying crazily in another magic academy, he would be jealous to death.

Ever since he taught Aunt Marge a little lesson, Harry had moved out of the Dursleys' house.

Now lives in the Leaky Cauldron.

Although he didn't know why he used magic outside of school, why the Ministry of Magic didn't come to him, or send him a warning letter like Owen did.

However, such doubts did not remain in Harry's little mind for long. Soon, the free summer vacation would allow him to put all worries behind him.

Now he lives a life where he can sleep whenever he wants and eat whenever he wants. It is simply a paradise life for him.

Especially since he could go anywhere he wanted, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, a long, cobbled street lined with some of the most fascinating magic shops in the world.

Harry had breakfast every morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked to observe the other residents, the funny little witches from the country who came here to do their shopping all day.

Vulnerable-looking wizards argue over the latest article in Transfiguration Today, wild-eyed wizards, boisterous gnomes.

Also, on one occasion, a suspiciously ghostly-looking man wearing a thick balaclava ordered a plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Harry went to the backyard, took out his wand, and tapped the third brick from the left above the trash can. Then he stepped back and looked at the archway that opened on the wall leading to Diagon Alley.

He walked through the shop and ate under the brightly colored umbrellas outside the coffee shop, where his fellow diners showed each other their purchases or discussed the Sirius Black case.

Sirius Black, this was the name Harry heard the most this summer.

The proportion of appearances even exceeded that of Lockhart for a time.

This made him very curious.

So, Harry did the most wrong thing of this summer vacation.

He sent a letter to Owen

In fact, it has become Harry's habit to send letters to Owen and ask questions. After spending time with Hermione Owen and the others, you will become extremely dependent on them.

After all, a humanoid self-propelled encyclopedia is much more useful than looking up books on your own!

And Owen's reply was of course faster.

On the third day after Harry sent the letter, a letter from France across the ocean arrived in Harry's hands.

Harry opened the letter happily, but he regretted it from the first English word he saw.

——To Harry, who will definitely suffer a bloody disaster this semester.

--Hello