I, Hogwarts Second Week

(The previous chapter has been modified)

"Everything is petrified!"

Owen waved his wand, and a spell came out. Before the black-robed wizard could recover from the shock, he was hit by the sudden petrification spell. His body instantly became extremely stiff, as if wrapped in cold stone. Then he fell from the sky.

However, Irving didn't stop there. He waved his wand again, and an invisible sharp blade cut through the air, heading straight for the black-robed wizard's accomplices. The accomplice obviously realized that something was wrong and hurriedly cast an iron armor spell to resist.

But before he could be happy, his pupils were eroded by green light and he also fell into the earth.

"Trash fish?" Owen cast the flying spell again and was suspended in mid-air, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. He expected to encounter a fierce battle, but the opponent's performance was beyond his expectation.

Some of the dishes made him suspect that he was here to die on purpose.

He frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart. Could it be that they are not Death Eaters, or even Purifiers?

Dark wizards, this terrifying existence in the magical world, may be numerous, but not all of them possess the terrifying abilities of Death Eaters.

Most of them are often driven by profit and embark on the road of illegal buying and selling, and gradually fall into darkness.

The history of magic has recorded the names of countless powerful dark wizards and the organizations they belong to, but only the Death Eaters and Saints were founded with the purpose of overthrowing the existing magic system.

These two organizations attract elites from the magical world, and their strength is often at the Auror level, so they are naturally powerful.

Now - the moment Owen fought against this group of black-robed wizards, he could clearly feel that these black wizards were not very powerful.

Their reactions and combat literacy were average, not even as good as some of the Hogwarts wizards.

In the wizard's battle, the magic spell is secondary.

The origin of magic gradually fell into decline, precisely because even under the starry rain in the sky, the stars could not harm the agile wizard. In the same way, even if the group of guys in front of them learned some powerful spells from Voldemort, it would be of no use.

The timing of casting spells, the coordination of spells, and real-time control of battlefield dynamics are all much more important than a powerful spell.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't help but sneer.

I had some thoughts in mind.

"Lightning storm——"

He pointed his wand sharply into the sky and uttered a spell:

In an instant, several lightning bolts with thick arms descended from the high sky.

"Click——"

Silvery white light illuminated the sky. A strong electric current hit the black mist heading towards him.

Some invisible armor was propped up in the black mist, barely blocking the lightning. But this caused most of them to stand still, and some were hit by stars and rolled to the ground.

Some were struck by lightning, and their bodies trembled and twisted in the electric current. Finally, unable to bear the huge pain, they fell from the air and disappeared into the night sky into a line of black smoke.

Owen looked at the scene in front of him without any pity in his heart.

Since they have embarked on the path of dark wizards, even if some of them are coerced by Voldemort or forced by Death Eaters, they must bear the consequences.

And his so-called 'consequences' are actually very simple.

Just die.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

On the earth, stars continued to bombard like a meteor shower, and each impact brought a deafening loud noise, as if it was about to tear the entire world apart.

This huge roar not only shocked the black-robed wizards in the sky, but also frightened the Muggles watching the battle underground.

After Owen decisively killed many black-robed wizards, the black-robed wizards who were still alive in the sky finally realized the huge gap in strength between themselves and this silver-haired "girl".

They originally thought they could fight it with the power of black magic, but at this moment they felt extremely fearful and desperate.

Great fear grew in their hearts, swallowing up their courage like wild beasts in the dark. They began to doubt whether they had made the right choice to come here, and even doubted whether Voldemort had the ability to defeat such an opponent.

This kind of thinking happens in the blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, the remaining black-robed wizard made his choice.

In the air, they looked at each other.

The next moment, the most correct answer is chosen.

Escape.

Casting two magic spells into the sky is enough to be worthy of the reward given by the Dark Lord. Is it necessary to pay for it with your own life?

They are not those goblins who throw away their lives easily like idiots.

Above the sky, several streaks of black mist scattered in all directions like exploding fireworks. Their speed was jaw-dropping.

Hermione looked sideways at Owen, her eyes shining with admiration.

"I think you have no opponents except those outer gods now." The little witch said with a hint of certainty in her voice.

Owen smiled slightly and did not answer directly. He just said lightly, "I may lack experience."

He didn't lie, he had less experience in dueling with wizards.

But with gods.

After peeking into Zhang Xiaolin's memory, he also obtained part of the memories of the goddess Diana and the Supreme Will Ionia.

He knew several magics used by the gods.

But for wizards, those magics are of limited use.

However, Hermione didn't think so. She looked at Owen seriously, "I don't think so."

She really felt that Owen today might be on par with legendary wizards such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Owen smiled and said nothing more. He flew to Hermione's side and hugged her waist, "Isn't there someone here."

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Hermione blushed slightly.

In the past, she would have been embarrassed and blushing at the boy's sudden hug.

But now - she is getting used to it.

She even had the courage to hug his neck. Bury your head in his arms.

Owen obviously accepted Hermione's changes. This is the result of his little efforts in the past two weeks.

Of course, this change is insignificant. Whenever Miss Granger can't sleep without him warming her bed, then he has succeeded.

High in the sky, the stars faded.

The clouds are coming again.

Owen lowered his head and glanced from Hermione's hair to the ground.

The ground was full of holes, as if it had been bombarded by rockets several times.

There were stumps and broken limbs everywhere.

Some of the Inferi that were not yet dead fell to the ground and were still roaring.

Owen looked around and pointed the phoenix wand at the ground.

"Fire Escape-Protection!"

Blue flames spurted out from the tip of the staff.

Almost the moment it was born, it turned into a fire dragon.

"Roar--"

The dragon raised its head proudly.

Spread your wings and lean down.

Large swaths of flames came out of his mouth.

The ground suddenly burned with blue flames.

The flames ignited very quickly, even affecting some ordinary Muggles.

They panicked and tried to retreat to avoid the fire.

How could Keren's running speed be faster than the burning speed of the flames? Soon they were swallowed up by the fire.

However, the expected intense fire and unforgettable pain did not come.

They only felt a very slight sense of gentleness, and nothing else.

Disapparation - Owen and Hermione appeared next to Harry.

High in the sky, after the dark wizards fled, the goblins on the ground also became birds and beasts and dispersed.

Harry was even a little dissatisfied. He still had several powerful spells that he had yet to try out.

After seeing Owen, the expression on his face was that they fell before I even exerted any force.

"Okay, stop putting on such a face, God of War, it's time for us to leave." Owen couldn't help but laugh. Hermione blushed and got off him.

"Where are these flames?" Harry ignored the intimate actions of the two people in front of him. Then he pointed at the burning black and blue flames.

"Don't worry, the flames will only burn the corpses of the Inferi and will not ignite anything else."

"With such a big commotion, no matter how short of manpower the German Ministry of Magic is, someone will come over soon. The rest will be left to them."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

Several people gathered in a circle, and Shilok's neck glowed golden.

The next moment, everyone disappeared.

——————

A week later.

The Leaky Cauldron.

The little wizards came here with the Weasley family to buy this year's textbooks and robes.

Hagrid was waiting for them in the Leaky Cauldron.

As soon as they met, he walked forward excitedly, "Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny." He said in a rough voice, and hugged Harry into his arms, crushing his bones, "And... How about you two, Owen and Koatl? How was your summer vacation? It's great to see you, you guys don't know how much Graupe missed you..."

"Oh, how's he doing?"

Hagrid looked fine, at least not scarred.

"Very good. He has learned to be polite and his temper is not as bad as before. This is all thanks to you - well - mainly Hermione." Hagrid said, his expression unnatural, Miss Granger's education was a bit cruel. , after Graup was beaten several times and finally realized that he couldn't beat the little girl, he became much more obedient. "But I have yet to find a new female giant to keep him company."

"Then you look for it slowly." Owen shrugged. He had no expectations for Grawp's chances of finding a wife. Among pure-blood giants, he was too short, and it was even less likely that a mixed-blood giant would like a pure-blooded one. giant

All in all the future is slim.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Hagrid and the Weasleys walked through the bar and came to the cold little courtyard behind where the trash cans were kept. Hagrid raised the pink umbrella in his hand and knocked on a brick on the wall. A doorway immediately appeared there, leading to a winding cobblestone path.

They stepped through the doorway and paused to look around.

Just as they had been hearing, Diagon Alley had completely changed.

The colorful display of spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons that were originally displayed in the window are now invisible, but are completely covered by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic. Most of these intimidating purple notices are enlarged versions of the safety advice in those pamphlets distributed by the Ministry of Magic over the summer.

Among them, there are also some notices with black and white photos of wanted Death Eaters in action.

Of course, most of them posted a photo of a burning city. And a photo of falling stars.

Those two photos seemed to have been taken by Muggles. The pictures did not move and were very blurry. The camera was taken in 1996 on a dim rainy night. Not even a human figure could be seen.

"You're in the limelight again!" said Hagrid.

"Hey - you are slandering us, we haven't gone anywhere!" Owen said immediately.

The Weasleys in front of him looked back at the young wizard, and their expressions suddenly turned ugly.

"Yes, yes -" Hagrid said nonchalantly, "But others think it was you, Hermione. You have to be careful, I think the mysterious man will hate you now."

Owen originally intended to act openly, but there were neither Aurors nor wizard reporters around at the time. The photos were also taken by Muggle soldiers. Only some scenery could be seen in the blur, and no human figures could be seen at all.

Then he still admits shit, and refuses to admit his fault. This saves a lot of trouble.

"Okay." Mrs. Weasley said with dissatisfaction, "You are not children anymore. Can you please stop doing such worrying things?"

"The world is so big, with the Ministry of Magic and the Federation, it will never be your little wizards' turn."

"I know, Mom." Ron said, raising his head. He did not argue with Mrs. Weasley because he knew that if he refuted, he would be greeted with hours of endless verbal criticism, which he had already suffered several times in the past few days.

"I think you didn't listen at all." Ron's answer still aroused Mrs. Weasley's anger.

Owen cautiously took a few steps away from Hermione.

Keep walking forward.

You can clearly see that several shop windows are boarded up, including Florin Fusco's ice cream shop.

On the other hand, many shabby stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.

The stall closest to them was set up under a stained striped awning outside Flourish and Blotts. A cardboard sign was nailed to the front of the stall: Amulet, effective protection against werewolves, dementors and inferi.

A scruffy little wizard hawked to passers-by a large array of silver mascots on chains, shaking them loudly.

"Ma'am, will you buy one for your little girl?" he called to Mrs. Weasley as they passed by, glancing at Ginny lustfully. "Protect her pretty neck?"

"Get away!" Harry protected Ginny behind him and glared at the sloppy man fiercely.

The little witch was suddenly dragged away. When she looked up again, all she could see was Harry's back.

I couldn't be happier in my heart.

"If I were on duty..." said Mr. Weasley, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.

Owen glanced at the silver amulet in the man's hand.

Well - how to put it!

From a jewelry perspective, it is indeed worth two bucks.

After all, it is silver, and the shape is nice and festive.

But when it comes to protection, why not wear a helmet? That thing can be of some use.

"Yeah, but don't go around arresting people now, dear, we're pressed for time." Mrs. Weasley said, looking anxiously at a list, "I think we'd better go to Mrs. Malkin first. Robe store, everyone needs to buy new clothes, they all grow up too fast, okay, everyone, let’s go.”

It's really time for them to buy new clothes.

Of course it's not just robes.

There are also some that are more cute or, um, sexy or something like that.

Owen glanced at Hermione, who was selecting robes.

She was wondering whether black or dark blue was better.

To be honest, he didn't think there was any difference between the two.

Moreover, the robes worn by girls in the upper grades always made him feel less cute than those in the lower grades.

Maybe it was because the skirt was changed from a pleated skirt to a regular skirt.

In short, he would rather buy some bold clothes than Hogwarts uniforms.

"Okay, you can buy them all and wear them differently." Seeing Hermione in distress, Owen appropriately put forward his valuable opinions.

Boys don't seem to have such troubles.

Mrs. Malkin quickly cut the three of them according to their body shapes. Harry and Ron both chose black boys' school uniform robes.

It was Owen himself—Mrs. Malkin kept recommending a light blue robe made of silk to him with gleaming eyes. It was obviously Beauxbatons' style. Madam Malkin had secretly learned from them. Technique and style.

But——that robe looks like a women’s one no matter what

Owen's eyelids twitched.

After some hard talking, Madam Malkin gave up her bold idea.

Women's clothing or something

I didn't seem to feel anything when I was a child, but when I grew up, I suddenly felt a little ashamed.

This made Ron immediately grasp the clue, and then he brought up the summer vacation five years ago in a strange way.

A certain women's clothing boss was swaggering around without a care in the world.

Owen glared at the guy before he shut up.

Some dark histories are really overwhelming.

——After the textbooks and robes are sold out.

Several people went to the magic joke shop opened by the twins in Diagon Alley for a tour.

In other words, it's like a playground there.

A huge hot air balloon floated over the store with a banner bearing the name of Weasley's Joke Shop. It could be clearly seen even from a distance. No store in Diagon Alley had ever promoted it in this way. .

Under the hot air balloon, huge dolls in the shape of twins are located in the middle of the store, constantly taking off and taking off their hats.

It loudly speaks words of welcome in an exaggerated tone, attracting people passing by.

Conspicuous, too conspicuous, no one can ignore this store.

The previous landmark building in Diagon Alley was Gringotts, but now it is replaced by Fred and George's shop.

As I walked closer, I could see the colorful display window on the left side of the store, with all kinds of rotating, twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming products. The colors were so exciting that tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at them. .

The window on the right is covered with a huge poster, which is also purple like the notices from the Ministry of Magic, but has dazzling yellow characters printed on it:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

You should be concerned - Constipation Ren - The feeling of constipation is tormenting the Chinese people.

Okay - a low-grade homophonic joke.

But the only ones who dare to make fun of Voldemort are the Geminis.