I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 240 by Owen Sanchez

The breakfast was very rich and everyone enjoyed it very much.

While eating, a few owls flew in the distance.

It's Ron's Jade Jean and Harry's Hedwig.

Owen didn't have an owl - because no one would send him a letter (before going to school), and he wouldn't send a letter to anyone else (before going to school).

At school, his letters were usually delivered by the public owl in the Owlery.

Outside the school, there is also an Owl Post Office.

After the second grade, Dobby delivered letters for him.

Hmm - maybe he could ask Bakar to send the letter?

Miss Granger doesn't have an owl, and she still doesn't. Last semester, she had the idea of ​​raising a magical animal. Unfortunately, after the Battle of Hogsmeade broke out on Christmas, and the school started a crazy involution, she had no time at all.

Feeding plans can only be postponed continuously.

By the way, Miss Granger also came to the Burrow.

But they had already made an agreement with Ginny.

Irving himself got involved halfway.

"Ho! The headlines on the front page for a week in a row, Miss Granger is so majestic and majestic!"

Owen opened the "Daily Prophet" sent by Hedwig.

The front page is eye-catching.

A photo shows the shocking scene of Hermione holding up the lava beast on one side, and the statue of Godric Gryffindor on the other side.

Two different images form one photo, with a clear meaning.

And the title of the page is also very bold - "The Greatest Witch?" Dumbledore's successor, Gryffindor's heir appears! ! ! 》

As for its content, it's very Rita Skeeter-esque.

Looking at the author list, it turns out that Rita Skeeter's name is listed.

Full of fiction and nonsense.

She created a story that Hermione's Muggle parents were not actually her biological parents, but that she was a descendant of a lost pure-blood family related to Gryffindor.

It was just because of the dark and turbulent years and the family turmoil during the First Wizarding War that he wandered away and was picked up and raised by two stupid Muggles.

Not to mention how much content this false story contains, in terms of results alone, those European wizards, even wizards in Africa, and wizards in the Americas believe it very much, and the "Daily Prophet" has been selling like crazy recently!

Sold all over the world.

For example, the "New York Ghost" in the United States and "The Roar of the Gargoyles" in France.

Both Wizards' Voice and Transfiguration Today reprinted the Daily Prophet's report.

On the one hand, this is due to the fact that Rita Skeeter's bragging skills are indeed profound, but on the other hand, it is also due to the concept of blood.

They simply don't believe that a Muggle-born wizard can do this!

"I feel that if the rumors continue to circulate for a while, your parents will be invited by the Ministry of Magic for questioning." Owen turned his head and said jokingly: "They may really think that you were picked up. Or even - suspected. Your parents stole the wizard’s child!”

"Haha——" Hermione sneered, then grabbed the newspaper from his hand and burned it all.

"Don't pay attention to the false news in the newspapers." Mrs. Weasley walked over demurely, "They just don't believe that we, Hermione, can do this."

She patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Leave her with the kindest smile.

In fact, Hermione had stopped being angry a long time ago.

Really - she waved her hand and cast a spell without a wand, causing the remains of the newspaper to turn into a gust of wind and blow away.

She has seen a lot of all kinds of 'slander' directed at her in the magical world these days.

Various short compositions, it seems that if you know a few ABCDs, you can participate in this feast.

There is quite a situation where everything is full of vitality and everything is competing.

"Don't be angry, this Rita Skeeter is an old liar." Ron put down the spoon in his hand, "She has published various reports slandering the Ministry of Magic, as well as some dirty information about famous wizards. She is good at writing These, and I don’t know the information she brought.”

On the side, Owen held up the teacup and shook the beefeng water inside, as if tasting red wine, "But let me tell you, since the rumors can't be stopped, you might as well acquiesce."

"This will be useful to you later."

"So I want to send my parents to the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione looked at him displeased.

Her soft hair sticks to both sides of her cheeks, and her eyes with light eyeshadow in the painting reveal doubts.

"So it's silence rather than admission." Owen said with a faint smile, "As we all know, our dear senior Tom has gathered a large number of people under the banner of Salazar Slytherin.

Now that you have this opportunity, why not seize it? "

"Besides, is it really not possible that you are a descendant of Gryffindor?" Owen looked directly into her eyes, "As I said before, the descendants of pure-blood wizards will also have squibs. What about their descendants? They are already too far away from the magical world and are almost the same as Muggles. What about their descendants?

Tracing back to the roots, maybe the five million Muggles in London have more or less wizard blood in their bodies. Maybe you are like this, who knows? "

"What if you are still a descendant of King Arthur?" Owen glanced at the handful of stupid hair still standing on top of Hermione's head, "At least this feature is obvious!"

Feeling Owen's gaze resting on the top of her head.

Hermione was a little embarrassed and quickly reached out to cover the dull hair on the top of her head.

I hate that strand of hair.

No matter what she did, her hair couldn't be smoothed.

"Okay, kids, let's not discuss such profound issues at the dinner table," Mrs. Weasley interjected.

She glared at Owen because he had just mentioned You-Know-Who.

"Oh! This year's book list and class schedule have been sent!" Harry changed the subject.

He took a letter from Piggy (Ron's owl). After opening it, the Hogwarts school emblem clearly visible on the fire folder proved that it was sent from the school, and more likely from Professor McGonagall's office. .

"Professor McGonagall knows we're together."

Harry opened the letter, and on the first page it was clearly written that it was received by Mr. Sanchez, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger.

"The new semester begins on August 25th. Fourth-year students must prepare the following textbooks: "Standard Spells Level 4", "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Magic Potions and Potions", and "Thousands of Magic Herbs and Mushrooms" ", "History of Magic", "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Pull through the Fog to See the Future", "Rune Dictionary"

Note: George and Fred need to prepare two alchemy textbooks: "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" and "Ancient Alchemy Revealed - Principles of Alchemy" (hereinafter only referred to as "Alchemical Principles"). "

"Wow! George, have you and Fred applied for the alchemy course?" Harry looked at the twins in surprise. As we all know, these two people have never been good at studying.

Their results were not even as good as Ron's.

Why did he suddenly want to learn one more course now? He knew that alchemy was difficult, and even Owen and Hermione had headaches and needed to take a pick-me-up every day.

Can they—can it?

"George and I think this course will be very helpful for our invention!" George took the notice from Harry's hand.

"Yes, prank props still limit our genius ideas after all!"

"That's right George."

"We plan to study this course in depth!" Fred said with excitement.

Looking at the two brothers' ignorant looks, Owen gave a small expression of sympathy. These two silly boys didn't know that they had stepped into the abyss of eternal destruction.

"It's time to go to Diagon Alley." The two men stood up and said anxiously.

There seems to be a lot of enthusiasm for this new course.

"I have never heard of these two alchemy textbooks. They may be very precious magic books."

"I estimate it's worth a lot of money."

"Tsk!" A teasing sound came from the corner of Owen's mouth. He raised his head with a smile and reminded kindly: "Why don't you take a closer look?"

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Hearing the sound, the two men lowered their heads and looked at the book list in their hands.

Generally speaking, books given by schools will have authors attached.

In order to prevent the little wizard from buying other books with the same name - although you can never go wrong if you go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to buy it, the author will still be marked on the book list.

So as George and Fred's eyes widened, they looked at Owen in disbelief, as well as Hermione who silently lifted her hair and revealed her profile.

What was left in his mouth was a meaningless shout of wow wow wow.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley walked over angrily.

These two children showed no upbringing at all, which was really embarrassing.

Are textbooks too expensive?

Thinking of this, her heart tightened slightly. Alchemy - this is an expensive course. If it is too expensive,

However, it is rare for these two naughty guys to be interested in learning.

Mrs. Weasley, who was thinking a lot for a moment, took the book list from the hands of the twins.

No matter the price, she had to know first.

She would find a way to get enough gold galleons.

Then, she saw a shocking line.

"Ancient Alchemy Decrypted" - written by Nicoléme, translated by Owen Sanchez.

Principles of Alchemy - Written by Owen Sanchez, compiled by Hermione Granger.

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By Owen Sanchez.

For the first time, whether it was George, Harry, Ron, or Mrs. Weasley, they suddenly realized that the lethality of a book exceeded all magic.

The hearts of several people seemed to have been severely wounded.

He was babbling with his mouth open and saying unintelligible words.

After a breakfast.

There was nothing else, but Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm for Owen and Hermione skyrocketed.

Even more than Harry.

In the next few days, Owen only discovered this after discussing with Hermione when he was patching the book "Ancient Alchemy Revealed".

Her "Principles of Alchemy" is just a compilation and refinement of several of his papers from last semester. The whole book has less than a dozen pages. If you don't know "Principles of Alchemy", you might think it is some advanced magic textbook. Woolen cloth.

After flipping through a few pages, Owen discovered that the entire book was an alchemical dictionary!

It is full of terminology explanations, as well as teaching wizards how to formulate experiments and write experimental reports.

There is almost no useful information, it is purely a reference book for beginners.

That's it - Hermione is still his.

Because neither his "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" nor Nick's original manuscript paid much attention to explaining the terms in detail. They all assume that the wizards who read these things have at least a certain alchemical foundation.

The only assignment Owen gave to Dumbledore last year was his paper, where he was lazy - mainly to make up the word count, so he wrote a lot of explanations of terms.

"Damn it Granger! The fandom is on me!"

Stop talking!

This year all purchases in Diagon Alley will be paid for by Miss Granger! ! !

Kill her hard!

The days to come were rare leisure time, and Owen continued to write teaching materials for George and Fred every day.

"Ancient Alchemy Decrypted" only completes a part of Nick's book. Just like "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", such books must be supplemented at regular intervals!

He spent the rest of the time asking Hermione for money.

Miss Granger agreed to give him some of her royalties.

However, the two did not agree on the specific amount.

Miss Granger wanted the split to be sixty-four or seventy-three.

And Irving hopes--every point! Fen Xie Niang! It’s good if my buddy doesn’t charge you interest. I want to take my money, I’m dreaming!

And then - they broke up.

As for everyone else - except Harry, he could be freer.

The rest of the Weasley children all behaved like studious children under the inexplicable gaze of Mrs. Weasley.

Study hard for more than ten hours a day

She was probably aroused by Owen and Hermione.

Anyway, in the eyes of Mrs. Weasley, the two of them are already perfect versions of other people's children.

In this way, the 'happy' time always passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is the last day before school starts.

At night, after dinner, the little wizard began to pack his things.

Ron moved a large pile of packages to Harry's cot and threw the money bag and a large pack of socks next to them.

Harry began to unpack the things Mrs. Weasley had bought for him.

In addition to "Standard Spells, Level 4" written by Miranda Gorshak, there is also a new quill, twelve rolls of parchment, and things that need to be replenished in the box of raw materials for mixing potions—— He was almost out of lionfish backbone meal and belladonna extract.

It was too late to go to Diagon Alley and buy it.

It can only be purchased through Owl Post Office after school starts.

But he guessed Hagrid might have them, or—Snape?

Let Hermione steal again?

"What the hell is this?"

Harry was about to put the socks into his cauldron - yes, a cauldron goes best with socks! Hum!

Then he heard Ron yelling in disgust from behind.

Turning his head, he discovered that Ron was holding something in his hand. To Harry, it looked like a maroon velvet dress. The collar was trimmed with ruffles that seemed to be moldy, and there were matching lace on the cuffs.

"Dress robe." Owen, who was sitting on the bed watching the two of them tidy up, said while holding a cup of fragrant honey grapefruit milk tea: "You will need it this semester."

Although he didn't understand why these two guys didn't use magic to organize things.

I heard that Harry is also researching wandless casting, but I don’t know what the results will be!

As for his own gold galleons, Dobby had already taken care of everything for him.

Even now his things were sitting by his window in the Hufflepuff common room at Hogwarts.

Even the bed is made

"Why do we need this thing?" Ron frowned and leaned his nose slightly, "Ugh - it smells like my grandma's foot wraps."

"Have you ever smelled your grandma's foot wraps?"

"Pervert!" Owen said with a look of disgust.

Ron blushed, "That was a metaphor, an embellishment!"

"Come on, you don't even know who Shakespeare is, so stop insulting the words metaphor and modification, you fake Englishman!"

"I-" Ron seemed to be choked.

Harry, on the other hand, was sober. Fortunately, he knew who Shakespeare was.

"Hey! Wait a minute -" Ron's eyes suddenly rolled up, "I remember you gave me and Harry a set of clothes as a Christmas gift last year?"

"Haha - I finally have some conscience. My son - my old father loves you silently. You will know to thank me when you need it."

"Fuck you!" Ron yelled, but he quickly reacted.

A dress is on everyone's list.

That means something will happen that requires students to wear formal wear.

It's obvious that something big is going to happen in the new semester. Everyone knows it. Owen also knows it but just doesn't tell them.

He glanced at the smelly grandma's robe on the side.

The one Owen gave him literally saved his life, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself at school.

Pack your things.

Several people fell asleep while dreaming about the new semester.

Early the next morning.

There was an air of end-of-holiday gloom hanging over the Burrow.

They woke up in heavy rain.

finish dressing.

After breakfast, Mr. Arthur originally planned to send them off.

Unfortunately, an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic summoned him away.

But Sirius arrived at the Burrow early in the morning.

He hugged Harry affectionately in the heavy rain.

"It took some time," he said.

Sirius seemed to be very busy during the summer vacation. He only came to the Burrow two or three times, and he was in a hurry every time. He left in a hurry after having dinner with them.

And Harry and the others also discovered that it was on this year's list of professors.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has a different name.

It was replaced by the famous dark wizard hunter, Mad-Eye Moody.

"Come on kids! It's getting late."

Sirius led them to Diagon Alley through the Floo Network, and then arrived in London through Diagon Alley.

On the way, he finally explained what he was doing during this time.

"Ancient ruins?" Owen heard the sound and looked at him, "How can you find ancient ruins if you can't detect ancient magic?"

"There are always some clues. Just like the cave, it has obviously been transformed by magic. And the noseless one must have discovered the mystery of that place and used it to hide his Horcrux."

"As long as I look for some ancient ruins containing strange magic, I can always find some targets. And -" Sirius' expression suddenly froze, and the smile on his face faded a little, "I carry Regulus's necklace with me, that one Magical items can sense ancient magic.”

"Well - this is indeed a way." Owen nodded. Although he didn't know the principle of that thing, it was obvious that it did have the ability to open the ruins.