I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 11 Dumbledore’s sponsorship (ding~ding~ding~begging)

"Damn old bat, George and Fred were right, he just doesn't like us." Ron angrily bent down and picked up the textbooks scattered on the ground.

"I heard that he used to randomly deduct points from Gryffindor."

"Look at this week, he has deducted more than thirty points."

Although nearly twenty points were scored by Harry.

Ron glanced at the buddy next to him, but did not say this.

But the doubt buried deep in his heart still made him couldn't help but ask: "Harry."

"Honestly, do you have a grudge against Snape?"

"Me?" Harry was stunned, "How is that possible? I don't know him at all."

Two weeks ago, he didn't even know if magic existed in this world.

How could he have a grudge against a wizard?

"Or your family? Think about your dad, Harry." Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a new world. "Your parents may be in the same class as him. Just now he said you look like your dad. Harry, I I'm sure he knows your father."

"Really?" Harry, who came back to his senses, also thought it was possible.

Snape looked to be in his thirties, (the professor is twenty-nine this year.)

It's entirely possible to be in the same class as your parents.

"Yes, it must be your father or your mother who offended him when he was young, so Snape will retaliate against you now."

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Owen, who was hiding in the corner, looked at Ron in disbelief.

It was like meeting him for the first time.

Did I lose it?

When did Ron become so smart?

Could it be that geige has left the ground? The virus is shut down, and smart IQs take over the high ground again?

He was not the only one who was deeply surprised. Hermione on the side also couldn't help but glance at Ron.

This fit perfectly with her guess.

From the first potions lesson, she felt strange.

Professor Snape seemed to take too much care of Harry.

Although this kind of care ended up with points being deducted, for two people who had never met before, this kind of 'care' was obviously beyond common sense.

And from the look of disgust on Snape's face when he said that Harry was like his father, it can be inferred that Harry's father should have a grudge against Snape.

Unexpectedly, Ron also noticed it!

This took her by surprise.

"Hiss~"

Owen, who was hiding in the corner, slowly walked out of the darkness like a hunting snake.

"Oh! My dear friend, you seem to be in trouble." The strange tone sounded, making Harry and Ron feel a chill running through their bodies.

"Do you need help?"

"No—no need."

After seeing the figure walking out of the shadows, Harry and Ron unconsciously took a small step back.

Leaving Hermione alone.

But the little witch wasn't as afraid as her two good-for-nothing partners.

She was like an ivy growing on a solid wall, facing the evil boy head-on with tenacity and confidence.

"We don't need your help, Harry will take care of it." She said, staring directly at Owen.

"Why are you nervous?" Owen waved his sleeves and continued nonchalantly: "Well, what are you doing with so many magic books?"

"Oh~ they're all about Defense Against Dark Arts."

"Zi Zhen, you don't want to deal with me!" Owen smiled evilly, with amusement on his face.

"No!" Hermione said categorically while facing Owen's gaze, "It's just for self-defense to prevent someone from committing violence against us again."

"Wow~"

Violence against you?

Uh--it reminds me of a certain Russian game inexplicably.

Ahem, Owen, who quickly regained his composure, pretended to be surprised, "Who is it? There is such a scum of Hogwarts. Name him and I guarantee that he will not see the sun tomorrow."

"Haha~" After the little witch glared at him with her little fangs exposed, she grabbed Harry with her right hand and Ron with her left hand, and raised her feet to leave.

"Wait." Owen suddenly called out to the three of them.

"Don't you want to know why Snape targeted you? Harry?" Someone smiled evilly. Showing off the style of a dark boss.

"Um?"

Why did the topic suddenly come to him?

Harry shook his head dully.

Does Owen know?

how come?

How did he know this?

"Of course I know, and more than you think." Owen saw through Harry's confused expression at a glance.

After that, he walked towards the outside of the castle.

Looking at Owen's figure.

Harry couldn't help but be curious.

This was the second time he heard about his parents.

The last time he learned from Hagrid was that his parents were not killed in a car accident, but at the hands of Voldemort.

He desperately wanted to know more.

In the end, Harry ignored Hermione and Ron's advice and followed him out.

Of course the other two wouldn't leave Harry alone with Owen, who knows what would happen.

Immediately, the three little ones formed a team and ran outside the castle.

The sun was shining brightly on Saturday morning.

The warmth of the sky is never stingy and always sheds golden light.

This makes Hogwarts, which is already early autumn, still look like midsummer at noon.

Owen's steps were fast, and no matter how hard Harry chased behind him, the distance between them seemed to always be five meters away.

"That seems to be Hagrid's hut?" After following Owen for more than ten minutes, Harry finally noticed that the building in the distance looked very familiar.

"What is he doing here?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Is Hagrid in danger?"

she asked subconsciously.

"Oh my god~Hermione, that's an adult wizard." Ron shouted in a high-pitched voice: "With his strength, the most he can do is bully the young wizard."

"Yes~" Even though she said this, the little witch still had a cautious expression on her face.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the figure in the distance was a bit unfathomable.

"Look, he's knocking on Hagrid's door."

The three of them couldn't help but speed up their pace, and finally arrived at the door of the hut at the same time when Hagrid opened the door.

"It's you!" Hagrid opened the door a crack, revealing his big bearded face.

"come in!"

Hagrid let them both in,

The cabin has only one room. Hams and pheasants were hung from the ceiling, and a copper kettle was used to boil water in the brazier. There was a large bed in the corner with a quilt made of rags.

"You're welcome. Sit anywhere, just like at home." Hagrid said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black creature rushed out from behind him, jumped towards Ron and licked his ears.

"It likes you." Hagrid said with a smile.

He didn't reach out to stop him.

This was painful for Ron. The little guy seemed to be petrified, standing motionless and letting Yaya use saliva to care for his face.

"That's Ron. That's Hermione," Harry said to Hagrid.

"Ron?" Hagrid picked up the kettle that made a loud noise on the stove, poured the boiling water into a large teacup, and put the rock biscuits on the dinner plate.

"Another little Weasley." He glanced at Ron's freckled face.

"I know why Yaya likes you." Hagrid's voice was obviously unhappy, "I spent most of my life trying to drive these twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest."

"But this little fool was happy to play with those two troublemakers."

I was almost caught by the chairman while I was fishing at work writing a book. Fortunately, my hand speed is fast enough, very fast! Snap the screen.