I, Hogwarts Second Week

(The previous chapter has been modified)

Owen had no intention of going on a train inspection with Hermione.

He just wanted to find a place to sit down quickly.

Inspection - How old are you that you can’t even take care of yourself?

Do you still need him to protect you like a male mother?

In the corridor, Owen walked quickly, fearing that Hermione would drag him to work.

"Owen." The girl suddenly called his name.

Owen's face froze.

He immediately stopped where he was.

Ron had already disappeared by this time.

He didn't want to work even more than he did. After getting out of the parents' car, he rushed to the rear car, probably to find Coyatel.

Damn it - don't let me catch you!

Owen said viciously in his heart.

Then he turned around and looked at Hermione with a smile on his face, "What's the matter? I think you can easily handle the patrol alone. It doesn't seem like you need me much."

"I didn't mean to say that!" Hermione's cheeks turned slightly red, seeming angry, shy, and annoyed.

She took a deep breath, glared at Owen, and then said, "Did you just—did you do that on purpose—"

She couldn't say the word.

After hesitating for a long time, under Owen's doubtful gaze, she changed direction and said, "Why did you tell Draco those things?"

"Something?" Owen was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"I just suggested that he change his girlfriend. Why do you care about this?" Hermione gritted her teeth and said bravely.

"Uh-" Owen didn't know how to answer this question. Do you want him to say that he has read the original work?

He simply said, "Just say what you want to say."

"Haven't you noticed, Draco?"

"Stop - Gu Liang, your next idea is very dangerous."

"What I think?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Is this what I think?"

"Haven't you noticed that at least 30% of the boys in the castle are..."

"I think you need to face up to this problem, you are just trying to attract bees and butterflies." Hermione's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she was just staring at him with her burning eyes.

Owen smiled sweetly and said, "What are you thinking about? Can this word be used for me?"

"Yes." Hermione raised her head angrily, "And it's very appropriate."

"Well, maybe a little bit, but you know, I can't do anything about it." He shrugged, looking helpless, "I can't cast the Disillusionment Curse all the time, why should I work so hard for them? Besides, students’ mental health is something professors should worry about.”

"But." Hermione bit her lip. She didn't know how to describe it. "You should restrain yourself."

"Oh, my God! Miss Granger." Owen pretended to be surprised and said exaggeratedly, "You shouldn't be jealous of this."

"I didn't!" the girl quickly retorted.

"I think so." The boy paced and came to her, "I think your worries are unnecessary, my dear."

He stretched out his right hand, caressed Miss Granger's chin, and then kissed her.

Hermione didn't expect Owen to behave like this at all. Her eyes widened and she looked at him in surprise. For a moment, her brain seemed to have stopped functioning, unable to think about anything.

Owen's movements were very natural, and his kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if to soothe her nervousness. Hermione felt her heartbeat speed up and her cheeks began to heat up slightly. She wanted to push him away, but her body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Finally, Owen let go of her and looked at her slightly red cheeks with a proud smile on his lips.

"Now, dear Granger, can you go on your patrol in peace?"

The girl stopped in a daze.

And Owen.

After his fingers finally traced the girl's cheek, he quickly walked towards the carriage behind the train.

Hermione was still standing there, her heartbeat not yet completely calmed down, and the heat on her cheeks still lingering. She touched her chin that had just been caressed by Owen, as if she could still feel the warmth of his fingers.

She looked at Owen's back gradually moving away, and a faint feeling of satisfaction surged in her heart.

Yes, no matter how much you talk, it is not as good as actual actions.

Girls sometimes need boys to be stronger.

Hermione patted her cheek, took a deep breath to calm down the heat in her heart, and then looked around belatedly. After making sure that no one else had seen her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After sorting out her thoughts, she was ready to inspect the carriages.

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On the other side, Owen easily found the compartment where Harry was.

In the cubicle, he was comforting Neville. The little wizard seemed to have not recovered from Qu Yicao's incident.

Alas - I can only say that the child is too kind.

I don't know that Qu Yicao is just a fuse. With or without it, Voldemort will still start a showdown with the entire magical world, but it will only be a matter of time.

Harry was clearly not very good at comforting people.

After talking for a long time, Neville was still sluggish, with no luster on his face.

"Stop being so arrogant!" Owen couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Neville in the calf.

The pain made him frown. The depressed face immediately twisted.

"Your parents should have completely recovered, right! Isn't this kind of thing more important than some war?"

"Don't let me see you lose face in school, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" He glared at you with emerald green eyes, threatening.

Neville shuddered and dreamed back to six years ago.

He always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"Okay - give me a smile, buddy!" Owen said again, his tone was quite strong.

Neville raised his head, revealing his mournful face, and the corners of his mouth were forced upwards. It looked like he was being forced, and it was not natural at all.

"Stop - it's uglier than crying. It's so disgusting." Owen waved his hand and looked out the window.

Harry smiled awkwardly.

However, after Owen's strong dredging, Neville did look better than before.

I am also willing to speak.

About half an hour passed like this.

Hannah came over.

She should have finished inspecting the carriages for which she was responsible.

Once she learns what happened to Neville, it falls to her to comfort him.

After a while, Ernie came in too.

Owen didn't see Ginny, Ron, and Coatelle, so it seemed that Harry had come to this compartment to comfort Neville.

Another hour passed and it was approaching noon.

While several people were discussing why the dining car hadn't arrived yet and what to eat.

The compartment door was opened.

A third-year girl came and said breathlessly, "I'll give these to Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, and Owen Owen Sanchez."

The girl stammered, staring at Owen with her big eyes.

When he looked at her, he immediately blushed.

She handed over three rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons, with their names written on them.

After Owen and the others took it, the girl stumbled out of the car.

"What?" Ernie asked curiously, staring at the scrolls in the hands of several people.

"An invitation," Harry said.

"It's Professor Slughorn," Owen said, "Wanting to treat us to dinner."

"Sounds good, you can eat for free." Ernie said with bright eyes.

"Wait, who is Professor Slughorn?" Neville looked at his invitation in confusion.

"A new teacher," Harry said. "Are we going?"

"Why don't you go? Let's go!" Owen stood up and said, "As a Hufflepuff, how can you refuse a dinner?"

"But..." Hannah said embarrassedly, "That professor didn't invite us." She glanced at Ernie and said.

"It's more trouble. He's a professor. How can he kick you out?" Owen directly pulled Hannah up and said, "Don't panic, Professor Slughorn still has to give you this face."

"Walk!"

He pushed open the carriage door.

Because when it was time to eat, the outside was crowded with little wizards.

However, after everyone saw Irving, they still made way for him with a tacit understanding.

When they arrived at Car No. C, it was already full of people, and Slughorn invited more than just the five of them.

He also saw Hermione, Cho Chang, Luna, Ginny, Ron and Keyatl.

All in all, everyone in the school seemed to be on his invitation list. If you minus the Slytherin students, this was almost a D.A. gathering.

It was really difficult for him. At such an old age, he had sorted out the situation of all the students in Hogwarts and confirmed the target in such a short time.

"Oh, my dear children, I am so glad to see you," he said, jumping down from his chair.

His big belly in velvet clothes almost filled the remaining space in the carriage. His shiny bald head and large silver-white beard were all as dazzling in the sun as the gold buttons on his waistcoat. light.

In the private room, a huge round table was transformed, and everyone sat around the table.

The carriage was obviously cast under an infinite stretch spell, otherwise it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

"It's great to meet you, it's really great." Slughorn said enthusiastically, his eyes passing over the faces of several people one by one, "So, you must be Mr. Longbottom, right? Ah, then this The blond lady must be Ms. Abbott! I wonder if you know a witch named Slant Abbott, who is the head nurse of St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical and Invalid."

"That's my aunt, Professor," Hannah said.

"Oh - I knew you must be related. She was very talented in potions back then, and I recommended her to further her studies in the profession of healer." Slughorn said with some pride.

"Oh - you are a MacMillan child."

"Yes Professor, my name is Ernie McMillan."

"I know. I know your parents. They are both pure-blood wizards and have a long lineage."

Under his gaze, Ernie nodded. He seemed to have heard of the professor's name. He seemed more comfortable than Hannah and Neville.

Slughorn gestured for them to take the vacant seats.

Owen glanced around. The people here were basically students who could get outstanding O.W.L., or they were from pure-blood families and powerful ones.

"Ginny!" Harry called, motioning for her to sit over.

Then Ron and the others changed places with the surrounding Slytherin students.

To Owen's left, Hermione sat over.

Cho Chang was also on their side. After all, she was an old acquaintance of D.A., and she was not willing to sit with a group of Slytherins.

"Oh, you all know each other, don't you?" Slughorn said happily: "Do you need me to introduce you? This is Blaise Sabine, Hermione, Harry, he is the same as you You must know each other if you are in the same grade.”

Shabini neither showed recognition nor said hello.

He was a tall boy with tall cheekbones, dark skin, and narrow, slightly slanted brown eyes.

Acerbic and self-centered personality.

But to be famous, it must be her mother - the woman known as the Black Widow.

So far, she has been married seven times, and all her husbands have passed away. Each husband who died left a large inheritance.

The Ministry of Magic has never been able to find a damn clue, and it is still unclear whether his stepfathers died accidentally or were deliberately murdered.

Naturally, such people would not have anything to do with Harry and the others.

It's already pretty good if he can call the other person by name.

"This is Cormac McLagan. Perhaps you have met before—? No?"

Slughorn was a little surprised, because Cormac McLaggen was a Gryffindor.

Actually - what Harry meant by shaking his head was that this guy had a crush on Hermione and the entire seventh year knew about it.

Although Hermione had clearly rejected him, this guy was like a dog-skin plaster that she couldn't get rid of.

"——This is Marcus Belby, I don't know about you"

Slughorn introduced everyone present.

Irving really admires him!

How did he write down so many names and the relationships between the characters?

To put it bluntly, he has been attending Hogwarts for six years.

Half Slytherin, one-third Ravenclaw and a small amount of Gryffindor, although he knew people, he couldn't name them.

Because there is no need, he will not interact with those people at all.

As long as everyone knows him.

It took a few minutes for Slughorn to get to the point.

"Okay, that was delightful, let's get to lunch quickly, you guys must be starving and we can't spend all our time on introductions. Relax kids, don't be so nervous, this is just a way to get to know you a little more Opportunity for everyone. Here, grab a napkin.

I brought my own lunch. I remember that the food on the food delivery truck always smelled too strong of licorice wand. A poor elderly man whose digestive system can't stand these things, please do it..."

Without waiting for Slughorn to speak.

Owen had already started eating.

The professor over there had his eyelids twitching wildly, but there was nothing he could do.

If you don't eat when you have food, you are nagging - it's just because of your brain.

Owen ate quickly.

The little wizards present seemed to have long been accustomed to his appearance.

Some of them couldn't help but have vague smiles on their lips.

About twenty minutes later.

After a full meal, Owen lay back on his chair.

Patting his belly which had no heaving at all. A hint of fatigue flashed in the corner of his eyes. Feeling sleepy after eating!

"By the way." Slughorn turned his attention away from Owen, "Miss Granger. Although it is a little offensive to say this, after all, these days, the newspapers are full of reports about Berlin. I really want to know, that is did you do it?"

"Oh - you don't have to worry about legal issues at all. This is merit, enough for you to get another Medal of Merlin."

His eyes were shining and he asked excitedly.

"Professor." Hermione wanted to refuse directly, but Owen answered for her.

"What do you think?" he said with a half-smile.

"Me?" Slugho was stunned, and then said with a smile on his face, "I think that is Miss Granger, the origin of magic. I also know something about it. Very few people can use that kind of magic. To this extent, believe me, no more than ten people in the magical world can create a Star Rain that exceeds half a mile. This time, the area of ​​Berlin is more than three miles!"

"Four miles. (6.4 kilometers)," Owen said.

"You admitted it?"

"Admit it?" Owen smiled, "Professor, I didn't admit anything."

"Okay -" Slughorn shook his head, "Since you don't want to be exposed, then - let me put it another way, why did the wizard who cast the Star Rain spell choose to cast the spell with such fanfare? I mean, didn't he do anything Don’t you care about the Secrecy Act?”

Hearing this, Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and Slughorn was able to notice this.

Hermione and the others had no doubts about this because they trusted him unconditionally.

Of course he has a more hidden way. Although it is troublesome, it is indeed there.

He smiled. He looked at Professor Slughorn and said, "I guess, I'm just guessing, this person is probably trying to intimidate."

"Deterrence?" Slughorn frowned, "Deterrence the dark wizard?"

"Intimidating Muggles."

"Deterrence Muggles?" Slughorn looked at Owen in confusion.

He is the most traditional wizard, and his understanding of Muggles is still in the Middle Ages, and he does not understand what Owen said at all.

"What's the point of intimidating Muggles?"

"Professor." Owen crossed his arms and leaned forward, leaning on the round table. "Times have changed!"

"There is a high probability that the magical world cannot be hidden anymore."

"With the power that Muggles have now, I dare not say that they can absolutely defeat wizards, but they have weapons that can kill both sides."

"What impact the wizards will have on Muggles after they are exposed is unknown, but we can speculate - if wizards know that there is a group of people in this world who have immortality and boundless divine power, and can easily control wizards and destroy what we have established How would we react to a more advanced race of order?”

Owen smiled coldly, his expression a little strange and dark, "For a civilization, killing them all is the greatest respect for it."

"Humans - that's it. We all hate the power of alien species that we cannot control. Professor - don't you feel the same way?"

"Of course - at present, neither of us has decisive power, and the Muggle side is naturally unable to launch another witch-hunting movement sweeping the world. But in order for both sides to share peace as equals in the future.

Deterrence is necessary. Showing strength to them is to maintain a fragile peace - Professor, can you understand what I say? "