I, Hogwarts Second Week

The car that picked up the little wizards moved forward.

As soon as they stopped in front of King's Cross Station, two bearded Aurors wearing black Muggle suits, sunglasses and stern expressions came forward. Without saying a word, they protected them from left to right as they walked into the station. .

"Quick, quick, get through the wall." Mrs. Weasley said. This highly guarded posture seemed to make her a little nervous and panicked. "It's best to let Hermione and Harry go first, followed by Owen and Coatelle." . Ginny, Ron, you two follow them..."

Go through the station wall.

As on previous school days, the platform was crowded with wizards, but under the noisy voices, there was more tension and worry.

In the crowded aisles, the ears were full of comforting words of farewell.

The mist was steaming, the Hogwarts Express was spraying steam, and everything seemed like a dream.

When Harry and Hermione appeared in the stands, the nearby students and parents subconsciously focused their attention on them.

The crowd murmured.

The expressions in his eyes include admiration, worry, fear, and indifference.

The complexity of human nature is fully demonstrated at this moment.

After Berlin, although their true faces were not photographed, everyone knew that they were a group of people by default, so they became famous again.

As the intensity of the war continued to rise, those wizards who were in awe of Miss Granger's honor were even more worried at the moment.

Light that is too dazzling will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Perhaps most people believe that Dumbledore will eventually win, but no one can guarantee that they and their families will not become victims of the war.

Heroes are lonely sometimes.

The devil hated them, and others had to distance themselves from them.

"Let's go." Hermione said nonchalantly. She didn't want to stand here and be stared at.

She is not a person who cares about other people's opinions.

If she cared so much about other people's opinions all the time, she would have stopped taking care of the house elves a long time ago.

Harry nodded and went straight to the car without consulting the sullen Auror next to him.

Sometimes Harry would lament that Hermione's strength had nothing to do with her magic level, but her inner strength. Among the friends he knew, apart from Owen, Hermione was definitely the most unique. She has her own will, and what she does follows her heart. Even he sometimes feels reluctant and embarrassed because of other people's attitudes.

But Hermione doesn't, she seems to always be so dazzling.

Owen, Ron, Ginny and others also boarded the train along the platform.

"Oh, we have to find a cubicle quickly so we can be looked at like clowns in a circus." Harry said hurriedly. He really didn't want to be famous at all, but Rufus Scrimgeour wanted to use his expired savior to boost the mood of the British wizards, and he still proclaimed him as the savior in the newspapers.

Of course, the publicity for Hermione is even more crazy. A few days ago, the Daily Prophet even claimed that she will become the greatest wizard after Merlin.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione suddenly turned her head, looking away from Owen, and said apologetically, "We are going to the prefects' carriage, and then we have to be responsible for patrolling. Maybe - Owen wants to say a few words, Arrange work for the prefects and so on.”

"Oh, I forgot." Harry patted his head and then remembered, "You are still the president and co-chair of the student union, and Ron is the prefect."

"Okay, I'll go grab a seat first. I'll see you later."

"See you later." Owen waved his hand. He had forgotten that he was still the president of the Boys' Student Union.

They split into two teams, with Ginny, Harry and Coatl, who had never been very talkative, heading towards the compartments, while Owen, Hermione and Ron headed towards the first few carriages of the train.

There are fewer and fewer little wizards in the first few carriages.

The reason for this phenomenon was simply that the first few carriages were filled with students from Slytherin House.

Due to the relationship between Voldemort and Slytherin, the young wizards from the other three houses did not want to have too much contact with him, especially in this current situation.

"This is really spacious." Owen said sinisterly.

The little Slytherin wizard who was slandered did not dare to talk back to him.

They watched several people walk by with a little respect and fear.

Complex emotions arose in my heart.

Several people walked into the prefect's carriage safely.

In the carriage, Anthony Goldstein, Padma Patil (Ravenclaw), Parvati Patil (Gryffindor), Hannah Abbott, Ernie MacMillan... Pansy Parkinson and Draco were there.

The male and female prefects of the other three houses were gathered together, leaving Malfoy and Pansy alone.

"Hi - Owen." Hannah's eyes lit up and she stepped forward to greet him.

Due to her mother's reasons during the summer vacation, she spent more than a month in the Paris Magic Hospital.

She and Neville attended the D.A. meeting in Paris organized by Hermione.

"How was your summer vacation? Is your mother okay?" Owen said.

"It's not bad." Hannah said happily, "We left before the Death Eaters attacked Paris. Mom's condition is quite stable now."

"Well - you have to take your time." Owen nodded. Hannah's mother had a heart disease, which could not be cured simply by relying on medicine. Probably similar to Muggle depression.

She needs a long rest.

Chatted a little with Hannah Ernie and the others.

Then it's Miss Granger's job.

She is the president of the female student union. Although she has only been in the position for a few months, she still knows what the president of the student union should do.

She arranged the time slots and carriages for the prefects to patrol, and then mentioned the arrival of Aurors in Hogwarts.

The suitcases of each young wizard entering Hogwarts this year need to be checked. This requires the prefects to inform other young wizards so that they can be mentally prepared.

As Hermione assigned the task, the prefects of each college stood up and left the carriage.

Draco and Pansy also stood up and wanted to leave.

But just as they were leaving in front of Owen.

Owen, who was sitting on the bench on the right, suddenly raised his legs and placed the soles of his feet on the bench on the left, separating the carriages.

Then he gave Ron a look.

The other party understood immediately, urged the others to leave, and drove Pansy out.

"Hey - what are you going to do?" Pansy Parkinson, with a poodle face, raised her arms and screamed.

Owen ignored her.

He hugged his chest, put his right foot on his left foot, and lay back on the bench.

With a lazy smile on his face.

Seeing that Owen ignored her, Pansy became even more presumptuous.

She raised her arms and slapped Ron wildly, and said harshly, "Get out of here, you pure-blood traitor."

Ron, annoyed by Pansy's attack, took his wand from his sleeve.

Pansy was startled.

Although she looked aggressive, she still knew how much she weighed. She instinctively took a step back. The angry expression on his face stopped for a moment.

"Haha - I thought you were really that 'brave'." Ron said sarcastically.

Then she swung the staff incredibly fast, and in the next second, Pansy felt as if she was being pushed away violently, and the soles of her feet scraped against the ground, making a harsh sound. His hands struggled to grab something, but in the end they couldn't grab anything.

"Bang——" The carriage door slammed shut.

She was violently kicked out.

Fell in the aisle.

The other prefects all noticed this, but they just glanced and chuckled, then turned and walked away.

No one likes this arrogant and domineering girl.

Especially when Harry and the others were refreshing the wizarding world's impression of little wizards time and time again, it was even more stupid that she still harbored pure-bloodism and discriminated against them.

"Close your eyes and listen -" Ron cast a spell on the compartment door to ensure that no sound would be heard outside.

He didn't know what Owen was going to do.

But since the opponent is Malfoy

So what the heck!

Beat him first and then talk.

"Okay, everyone has finally left." Owen turned his attention to Draco again.

He said, “Then—let’s open the skylight and speak out.”

Hearing this, Draco took a step back nervously and cautiously. Under his short light blond hair was a forbearing and cold face.

Wearing a black suit, his figure looks particularly upright.

That gloomy kid's temperament is constantly overflowing.

"What do you want to do?" He pointed directly at the silver-haired boy in front of him.

At this moment, Owen is wearing a light blue casual suit. No specific style or brand can be seen. The top is very loose, but the wrist is very tight. The material has a silk texture. When he raises his hand, it is loose. The sleeves will outline his arms.

The long silver hair was intertwined like knots and braided together to form a straight braid.

There is some broken hair on the forehead, and the hair partially blocks the emerald green eyes. It adds a touch of spontaneity and nature to him.

Downward, the tip of the upright nose is pink, the corner of the thin lips is slightly raised, and the white neck is as delicate as a piece of porcelain, with graceful curves, delicate and smooth. Under the light, it shines with a faint luster.

The neckline is casually opened and then lowered.

"Ahem——"

Miss Granger coughed heavily.

When his eyes crossed with Draco's, the opponent quickly fell into defeat.

Owen didn't seem to notice that. He raised his left hand, gently touched his lips, tilted his head, and looked at Draco with a pair of peach blossom eyes, who looked a little unnatural, "Honestly, has Voldemort given What tasks have you arranged?”

"Like - kill Dumbledore or something."

His simple words, with a scornful tone, instantly made Draco fall into an ice cave.

"What." His pupils tightened, and he took a step back intentionally or unintentionally.

"are you kidding me?"

"To be honest, Draco -" Owen shook his hand, and the Phoenix wand appeared in his hand, "You know my methods. It's easy for me to pry your head open."

"So we might as well have a frank and public chat."

"you"

Draco's expression turned grim.

Of course he knew what the man in front of him was doing.

He just knows it all too well.

But - Draco lowered his head, gritted his teeth, his whole body was trembling slightly, and his fists were clenched together, and his heart was like a typhoon on the sea, with rough waves.

There was silence for a full minute.

Finally, he raised his head, looked into Owen's eyes, and then said resignedly, "He ordered me to steal something from Dumbledore's office."

"what?"

"Information, about the Canadian Divine Grant Tower. I don't know what it is."

"Nothing else?" Owen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Because this task is too simple, and there is no need for Draco to do it. Can Snape, a double agent, not be able to do such a thing?

"have--"

"I knew there must be more." He showed a nonchalant expression.

"He ordered me to kill some people."

"Dumbledore?"

"Granger."

"What?" Hermione looked at Draco in disbelief. She thought about a lot of things in that moment, and random thoughts sprouted in her heart unbridled.

Her eyes kept flicking between Draco and Owen.

He was thinking very seriously whether Malfoy was talking angrily.

Owen didn't think there was any surprise.

Miss Granger is now Voldemort's number one thorn in his side.

Moreover, if he still thinks that Hermione is the heir to the ancient magic, then he will definitely try his best to kill Hermione.

"That makes sense." Owen held his chin and nodded, "Then who else is in this 'some'?"

"You--" Draco opened his eyes wide and said with pain on his face, "any one of you except Pott. Otherwise he will kill my mother."

"Any one?" Owen casually folded his legs and stood up calmly, "To be honest, I don't think you have this chance."

"But - your family must be prepared to run away in advance."

"Run? Wherever you are going, you have no idea what he has become now and how terrifying he is."

the boy growled. He closed his eyes in pain, as if unwilling to face this cruel reality.

Owen waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Does he have horns on his head or a tail on his back? What's more? Do you think your father has no backup plan? Lucius is much smarter than you think."

"Learn from your father sometimes."

"Okay, we should go," he said to Hermione and Ron.

To be honest, he wasn't worried at all about what would happen to the Malfoy family.

As he said, Lucius was prepared to capsize and run away when he started running two boats a few years ago.

Later, he completely turned to the Saint and made even more plans to escape. With the Saint's help and Bellary's cooperation, unless Voldemort immediately broke into Malfoy Manor to kill Lucius and his wife, they would definitely be able to escape safely. .

"Oh, by the way, there is something I must say." Just when Owen was about to open the prefect carriage, he suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped, then turned and looked at Draco, " From my side, I strongly recommend that you find a new girlfriend.”

"What?" Draco looked at Owen with a dull expression.

"Don't you think that Pansy is too ugly? And at first glance, she is the mentally ill type. This kind of person is destined to be eliminated."

"I have nothing to do with Pansy! No relationship at all!" He suddenly became a little angry and shouted loudly.

"Really? I see you two are quite close." Owen said.

"That's just her wishful thinking!" Draco said in a very scumbag and disgusted manner.

"Then you should tell her clearly, what does it feel like to hang someone up?"

Hmm - Owen thought for a while, and it seemed that he was not qualified to say this.

Immediately, he immediately spoke professionally: "Actually, I think Astoria Greengrass, the Ravenclaw, is a good choice."

He blinked at Draco, his eyes very serious.

Astoria Greengrass, Draco's wife in the original novel, with whom she has a son.

The Greengrass family is also one of the twenty-eight holy families. Astoria is two years younger than them and is in fourth grade this year.

Unlike her sister Daphne Greengrass, who hangs around Pansy all day long and acts as her lackey. Astoria is a very independent, intelligent, and more tolerant person towards blood.

Her family has a blood-borne curse. This curse manifested itself in her body, causing her weak constitution. Giving birth will take a lot of physical toll on her. Although Draco told her that he didn't care if the Malfoy family died, Astoria decided to have a child.

The summer before Scorpius' third year at Hogwarts began, Astoria passed away due to the effects of the family curse.

In the pure-blood circle, you really can't find a girl like this.

Draco found a big treasure.

It can be considered a good thing for him to make arrangements in advance.

"Astoria Greengrass?" Draco murmured. He had heard the name and knew the girl - from Pansy.

Of course, you would never hear anything good about Astoria Greengrass from her mouth.

But this shows that the girl is really good.

But——just as Draco fell into a daze.

Owen has already opened the car. Left with Hermione and Ron.

The sound of the carriage door slamming woke Draco up from his deep thoughts.

He stood alone.

In his ears, Pansy's sharp voice called his name.

In the gray pupils, the appearance of someone leaving was reflected. Never dispersed for a long time.

The Hogwarts Express is already on its way.

Smoke-like steam drifted away from the window, blurring the scenery outside.

The car seemed to have pressed the pause button.

What was already clear is gradually distorted, illusory, and entangled like ink.

On the other side, Owen walked quickly.

Outside the train window, the city scenery is like a moving picture, slowly unfolding before your eyes.

As the train speeds by, the outlines of London's high-rise buildings gradually become clear. They stand in an orderly manner on the city's skyline, with glass curtain walls shining in the sun, reflecting the prosperity and vitality of modern cities.

Occasionally, a green park or square comes into view, adding a touch of natural color to this reinforced concrete jungle.