I, Hogwarts Second Week

The dog godfather only gave him pocket money during the summer vacation - even though Harry didn't want it, he couldn't resist Sirius forcing it on him.

that amount

It already exceeds the stipend Hermione received from Hogwarts in four years combined.

Yes, Hogwarts provides bursaries for Muggle-born wizards.

"No Harry, we can afford it, you can buy it for Hermione." George and Fred looked confident. They patted their pockets. There seemed to be metal in the bulging pockets. The sound of 'ding-dong-dang' coming from the collision came.

The two of them quietly took out forty galleons and threw them to the wizard.

Then the four panoramic telescopes were handed to Ron and their father, Mr. Arthur.

The latter was staring at his two sons with a look of relief.

"???Why don't you have mine?" Owen said blankly, "Why do you ignore me when you buy things? Potter, why did you buy five of the seven people here? What do you mean?"

"That's enough Owen, who doesn't know that you are the richest in the whole Hogwarts." The twins rolled their eyes at him. They will give Owen a dividend for every prank product they sell this semester.

That guy has a lot more gold in his pocket than they do.

"Is there any conflict between me having money and you buying me things?" Owen said angrily: "Actually, you don't even care about me, right? Knock! It's really that the world is changing and people are not as old as they used to be.

I vaguely remember that I seemed to have saved the lives of several white-eyed wolves this morning, hey! Not only are good people not rewarded, but they are also ostracized. Sure enough, there is no room for a Hufflepuff in Gryffindor's small circle.

snort! Then let me go! "

He opened his legs and prepared to walk alone into the dark alley.

The next second, a pair of hands directly grabbed his arm from behind.

Then the whole person was dragged back.

A pair of clear eyes stared at him, watching Owen look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with tears in his eyes (pretend).

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making your conscience uneasy, so what? Did it succeed?" He said affectionately.

"Disgusting!" Miss Granger said with a look of disgust, "Here you go!"

"Isn't it just a panoramic telescope?" She quickly took out ten galleons from her pocket, then bought one and gave it to Owen.

"???"

Looking at the telescope in his hand, Owen immediately put away the depressed expression on his face.

Then doubts emerged.

Hogwarts' stipend is the smallest among the three major magic schools in Europe, and the money is distributed on the eve of the start of each year and on Christmas Eve.

There were two transactions in total, which were very small, probably only a dozen Galleons.

As we all know, Hermione always likes to buy all kinds of magic books. Generally speaking, she spends not a penny of the bursary sent to her at the beginning of school before boarding the train.

As for before Christmas – that’s all spent on buying gifts for friends.

It was impossible to have any money left.

Even if there were, there wouldn't be so many.

After all - that's Hermione Granger!

The famous poor guy at Hogwarts.

A representative figure with a clean face.

Owen has never paid tuition for three years after taking classes - it was all paid by Harry, the famous prostitute.

This man could actually spend ten galleons to give him a panoramic telescope!

Couldn't she have taken the opportunity to snatch the wizard's wallet in the morning?

"Where did you get the money? This year's student scholarship got blond hair so early?"

"Did you go to Gringotts to change pounds?" Owen asked.

"Dumbledore gave it to me." Hermione said flatly, "Didn't I write the book "Ancient Alchemy Revealed - Principles of Alchemy"? This is my royalties."

"Fees?" Owen was stunned. Eyes dull.

In my ears, I seem to hear the song echoing in the universe, see the ice crystals born in the flames, hear the darkness dying of the light, and fall in love with the first red sun falling in the sunset.

Why is this term so far away?

As if nebulae gathered together and fused for the first time under the influence of gravity, as if it had been heavy rain for centuries, geological activity finally calmed down, and the first cells were born in the sea rich in amino acids.

From the first sprouts of life underwater... to the giant beasts of the Stone Age... to the first time humans walked upright.

It was as if it was the first day he found out that there were royalties for writing books.

Wait a minute - Niang Xipi, Granger's "Ancient Alchemy Revealed - Principles of Alchemy" is obviously just a simplified version of the prologue and first chapter of his "Ancient Alchemy Revealed". She has both. Royalty, why don’t I have it!

Or why "Today's Alchemy" wants to give itself an award!

Good guy, I just realized now that his book will definitely become a textbook for magic schools in the future. The money earned from publishing this book is not much more than that bonus!

Depend on!

Dumbledore! ! !

You even deduct money from children!

How shameless! ! !

Thinking about it, Owen felt more and more angry.

I was so blinded by petty profit that I could not see the treasure ahead, so how could my anger not rise!

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Hermione looked at Owen in confusion and gritted her teeth.

"Nothing," he said.

I almost broke my teeth!

Then he firmly put the panoramic telescope into his pocket.

You wait for me, Old Dengtou.

Sooner or later, my brother will kick you out of your position! ! !

Hermione wasn't bothered by Owen's expression, but spending ten galleons still made her feel a little bit pained.

Then he even looked at Owen with a bad look. "I don't think you can use that telescope at all." She said, "You should have a way to see the game clearly."

"It's no use." Owen nodded: "I have a better - um - moonglass."

"Moonglass?" Hermione looked at him doubtfully.

"Yes, a perfect, beautiful moonglass. Ahem."

"Why do you need to spend money on a panoramic telescope if you don't need it?" the little witch muttered. Although her royalties were quite large, she still had to save some money. After all, she was not Owen, so she didn't make that much money. It wasn't Harry's idea to have a rich godfather.

"I don't care." Owen turned his face and said stubbornly, "Anyway, if you buy it for others, you have to buy it for me too. If you don't sell it, don't let it be easy for you."

"snort!"

What a seven or eight-year-old kid speaking like that!

Hermione looked away, her lips and teeth moving slightly.

This guy is quite handsome when he's acting cool. Just open your mouth!

As soon as she opened her mouth, her heart was filled with warmth and anger.

"Okay, the time is almost up." Mr. Weasley looked at the children helplessly.

Are all today’s children so outstanding?

ten galleons

Even now he couldn't take it out casually.

He was a little ashamed.

Think about what you were still doing when you were in fourth grade?

He must be thinking about how to deal with that annoying Slytherin - well - they are of the same origin in this regard.

Mr. Weasley led the way.

Everyone grabbed the things they bought and walked quickly into the forest along the path illuminated by lanterns.

They could hear hundreds of people moving around.

There were also various shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This frenzied excitement was contagious, and soon everyone was grinning from ear to ear.

We walked through the woods for twenty minutes, laughing and joking loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods.

Then they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Even if you look far into the distance, you can only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena.

Judging from the visual inspection of the area, it would not be a problem to fit ten cathedrals inside.

This is really spectacular. The Ministry of Magic, which always pays attention to confidentiality, really creates an unexpected and grand scene.

"This place can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley proudly explained to everyone. "The Ministry of Magic hired 500 staff members who worked hard for a whole year, day and night, before the construction was finally completed."

This is definitely a miracle, a miracle for wizards.

The little wizards raised their heads and looked around.

Build such a grand building in a forest.

If Muggles want to do it, they will have to wait at least twenty years before a certain infrastructure madman rises.

Based on the current speed of administrative approval and construction in European countries, it is estimated that by the 21st century they will only be able to lay a foundation at most.

On the one hand, the stadium is also a testament to the power of magic.

A group of wizards casting spells at the same time can have an impact on the physical world even more than ancient magic.

It's a pity that such scenes are too rare in the magic world. Most of the wizards cling to their own acres of land and are unwilling to communicate with the outside world.

"Look, every inch of this place has been cast with Muggle-repelling spells. During this year, whenever Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly remember urgent matters and walk away in a hurry. May God bless them." said Mr. Sly.

Then he led everyone towards the entrance.

The place was crowded with many shouting wizards.

It was a mess, with no idea of ​​civilized queuing.

Until Owen and the others approached.

The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked sideways at the young children.

Expressions vary.

The British wizard's face was filled with pride.

Wizards from other countries frowned.

Hermione was still wearing a hood, so no one recognized her, but the red hair of the Weasley family was still too conspicuous, and everyone recognized her.

This was one of the young wizards at Hogwarts who participated in the battle this morning.

As they got closer, the crowd separated automatically and made way for them.

They were treated with respect as if they were welcoming superstars.

"Oh! Merlin's beard." The wizard at the Ministry of Magic saw Mr. Arthur at the entrance, "Mr. Weasley, it's me, Louise from the Communication Department."

"I never thought I would see you here." The witch looked very enthusiastic.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that her eyes never fell on Mr. Arthur, but on the child behind him.

But this made Mr. Weasley even happier.

With his back straightened, he was more energetic than ever.

"Haha, it's you!" In fact, Mr. Arthur didn't know her at all.

There are so many people in the Ministry, and they are not in the same department. The most important thing is that she looks a little - well - not very professional. She may be a newcomer who has just entered the Ministry of Magic.

New employees recruited for the World Cup.

"This is your child! Oh! Look at the red hair on that end, it must be your child. Look how handsome each one is." The witch named Louise said as if she was spitting out honey. sweet Nothing.

The smile on his face didn't stop for a second.

"They are all good Gryffindor boys. They show promise at first sight."

"Hey! It's a pity that my boy, even though his father and I are both Gryffindors, he chose to enter Hufflepuff. Oh my god! Hufflepuff, what kind of future can he have?"

? ? ?

Owen, who was suddenly shot, looked up silently.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?" He said in a dangerous tone.

"Ah - it's okay, it's okay. Dad, let's go quickly. There are so many people queuing up behind us." Gemini was excited, quickly stretched out his hands, lifted Owen up from left to right, and started to walk in with his legs.

"Don't drag me!" Owen pointed at the middle-aged witch's nose and yelled: "I'm knocking you, what's wrong with Hufflepuff! What does it mean to have no future in Hufflepuff? Please explain it clearly to me. It’s clear, hey!”

"Hufflepuff is good," said George.

"Hufflepah is wonderful!" said Fred.

"Hufflepuff house croaks!"

Witch Louise, who was confused about the situation, didn't know why, but she didn't let go of the smile she was smiling at Mr. Weasley. "If you have time, please invite your children to my house as guests. They are all colleagues," she said.

But before she could finish her words, another violent roar came from the direction leading to the stairs in the distance, "What is your child's name?"

"What year is Hufflepuff!"

"Damn it, if I don't beat him up when school starts, I'll regret being born in England. I'll take your last name!"

Owen yelled, ready to rush over and give the woman a good beating!

"Uh-" Louise was a little helpless. Looking at the strange wizard who wanted to eat her.

Finally, the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

His expression became awkward.

But that joy has not disappeared.

It just transferred to Mr. Weasley's face.

Mr. Weasley smiled faintly, holding it in very hard.

"Mr. Sirius Black's box, the top box, right?" She was so embarrassed that she had to squeeze out three rooms and one living room and finally stopped selling her children.

She suddenly realized that she was still at work and went to verify Mr. Weasley's ticket.

"Go all the way up, and you'll see the Black family's flag at the top."

The stairs leading up to the stadium are covered in burgundy carpet.

They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right sides.

The group led by Mr. Weasley continued up the stairs until they reached the top.

He spotted the eye-catching Black family flag at a glance.

It was in a very large luxury box. It was located at the highest point of the stadium and in the middle of the court. It had the best view and could be seen everywhere.

Entering the box, there are about twenty purple and gold-plated seats divided into two rows.

Harry lined up with the Weasleys and sat in the front row. Looking down, the scene was beyond his imagination.

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase shape around the oval gymnasium.

Viewed from a commanding vantage point, the playing field appears as flat and smooth as velvet.

On either side stood three pitching hoops, fifty feet high.

Extraordinarily shocking!

"Okay, don't be angry."

Along the way, Owen didn't stop cursing.

As a Hufflepuff, he was greatly insulted.

"Everyone knows that Hufflepuff is the best house." Miss Granger said gently, as if coaxing a child.

"What does she know!" Owen said angrily: "I just don't want to be in the limelight. Responsible for dealing with those bastards from other colleges, it's just a matter of waving my hand!"

"Yes, yes." The little wizards nodded, agreeing very much with Owen's words.

He does have this ability.

But - he said he didn't want to be in the limelight?

This surprised Hermione.

Don't want to be pushy - just your Owen Sanchez lines?

You may wish that the sun was a spotlight that would only revolve around you for the rest of your life. If you don’t want to be in the limelight, who will believe it?

"You don't want to be in the spotlight?"

"Yes!" Owen said without hiding anything: "The person who is in the limelight today will be unlucky, I have a feeling!"

"So - you're going to be in trouble if you stand and watch me?" Hermione tilted her head, her eyes filled with danger. The warmth in my heart suddenly rose!

"What are you talking about!"

Owen said seriously: "I'm obviously just sitting here watching your misfortune."

"."

"Owen Sanchez!!!" Hermione screamed.

Two eyes that could spit out fire looked at him.

"Owen Sanchez? Who is that?" Owen shook his head and looked at him with a calm expression: "My name is Owen Wendy Rozier, thank you!"

"Huh..." The little witch's fluffy hair stood on end, as if she had drank a hair erecting agent.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in her heart, then raised her head and looked at Owen seriously, "If you don't get angry with me for a day, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Looking at Hermione who was already standing in the crater, Owen smiled slightly.

Instead of pulling her down, pour some water to put out the fire.

Instead, he flew up and kicked Miss Granger on the back, laughing as he watched her fall into the volcano.

"What are you talking about!" he said sincerely!

"Am I, Owen San-Rozier, that kind of person?"

"I don't feel bad at all. Really-"

There was a smile on his face, his butt had already left the chair, and he was ready to run away.

"You have to believe me, it's not uncomfortable, it's really not uncomfortable at all!"

"Sanchez!!!" The furious flames burned away Miss Granger's remaining sanity.

I saw her suddenly jump up.

Clenching her teeth, she stared at him with red eyes.

"what are you doing?"

"Have you had your rabies vaccination?"

"jump--"

The string is broken.

Ah woo~

A certain crazy little lion pounced towards Owen, opened her bloody mouth and started to bite!

"Good guy, his teeth are pretty neat." He praised

"Hiss——"

A generous gift crab!

After regaining consciousness, Owen picked up his chair and used his four legs to resist the sudden attack of the evil lion.

Then while making a tactical retreat, he shouted: "Gryffindor is going to eat people! Does anyone care, Gryffindor is eating people!!!"

"Ah~~~"