I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen glanced at Zhang Xiaolin.

No one could answer her questions. Not even Irving himself can.

The person he was one second ago is definitely not the same person he is now.

With his character, all promises can be ignored, as long as something happens in the future that can prompt him to change his promises.

So he couldn't answer Zhang Xiaolin.

However, not all questions in this world have answers.

There are some questions about wind and rain. Only after experiencing them can people come up with their own answers.

There is no way outsiders can go through the ups and downs for him.

"Professor." Owen looked up at Professor Brigid, "About your test."

He completed his first test two years ago.

Professor Brigid did not immediately arrange for him to have a second session. He was too busy last year and he only stayed at the school for a few months. The reason why he did not come to see Professor Brigid was because he knew that the test It will definitely be a distracting and laborious task that cannot be completed in a short time.

Today is the first day of the new semester, and he came here with the intention of accepting the second test.

"You're done, child." Professor Brigid said gently. In the mirror, she was sitting in an armchair in the Hufflepuff common room, her hands folded on her lap, her blue eyes The eyes were shining like stars - the tears were squeezed into the eyes and could not flow out, scattering the light.

"My second test, you must independently solve the disaster caused by a divinely empowered tower. You have completed it very well."

"Thank you." Owen said. He thought about it. For the heirs, the God's Grant Tower was a difficult problem they had to face. It was normal for Professor Brigid to face such a test.

"Tell me something to thank you for." The corner of the professor's mouth suddenly cracked, revealing a bigger smile. She spread her crossed hands and raised them, as if she wanted to reach out and touch the boy's forehead.

However, the hand only raised half an inch before falling again, like a soaring bird falling from the clouds, which caused a heart-touching pain.

"This is for you." She said with a smile.

Countless ripples appeared in front of the mirror, and then an object emerged from the mirror.

It landed lightly on Owen's hand.

That is?

A star?

Owen held the dazzling meteorite in his hands. It was roughly round in shape, but there were many traces of collisions on the surface visible to the naked eye.

It should be part of a larger star.

"Professor? This" Owen had no idea what this thing was and what it was used for.

"As you can see, this is a star. It contains very strong ancient magic. I don't know its specific purpose. This is one of the treasures left by Merlin. If you carry it with you, it can increase the recovery of magic. "

"Hmm - Merlin?" After Professor Brigid said the name, Owen's first thought was to throw away the thing in his hand.

Everything Merlin left behind is definitely a trap!

As for restoring magic power

With his current magic power, there is almost no possibility of exhaustion, and this thing seems to restore ancient magic power, which is completely useless to other wizards, even if he wants to give it to others.

What a waste!

Owen stuffed the star into the bag on his waist. It was really dazzling.

"You have passed my test, do you want to face Merlin's third test?" Professor Brigid said.

"No - I don't want to see him at all." Owen waved his hand, not interested at all. Let's talk about it next year.

"Okay." Professor Brigid didn't say anything else, and didn't ask why Owen disliked Merlin so much. "There's no need to be so anxious. You've done an excellent job in the past few years. This is the first time I've seen it in you. Arrived at Hope.”

Hope, a word that is extremely far away for her.

Although Professor Brigid didn't know Merlin's plan, after seeing Owen continuously gathering the magic power of the foreign gods in the Grant Tower, he probably guessed something in his heart. Perhaps this was the last resort, absorbing the magic power of the foreign gods, so that the heir could be saved. Quickly and powerfully, she can grow enough to defeat the Outer Gods in a short period of time. A few years or more than ten years later, the boy in front of her will have the strength to challenge the Outer Gods. Then the final battle will be the intersection that determines the fate of this world. , Needless to say, if they win, if they lose, all the power in this world will be exhausted, and they will never be able to stand up.

This is Professor Brigid's guess. Maybe it is not accurate, but it is the most normal method that normal people can think of.

Facing that expectant look, Owen nodded.

"Okay, what can I say in the end?"

"Good night, kid."

"Everyone else has gone to bed."

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It was already late at night when Owen came back from Merlin's secret room.

Koatl is a little sad, but she has experienced too much sadness, and she already has a strong hatred for ancient magic. Now that she knows the unknown power of this power, she will never pursue it again.

As for Zhang Xiaolin, she was in more pain. Silent pain.

When she left, she walked very quickly.

Like escaping from prison.

Without saying a word to them, he disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Owen and Koatl returned to the Hufflepuff common room. The warm air was still floating in the common room, but no one was sitting in the armchairs.

Only one candle on the table was still burning.

That was the last light in the room.

The lights were still on, which meant the party hadn't dispersed.

Owen looked at the candle. The flame was far away, and the yellow light looked like the sun.

As it came closer - it blew out the candle.

At this time, the banquet ended.

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Owen stayed up late the next day.

Technically Justin woke him up.

There was no time to wash up, so he simply used magic to clean his body and hurried to class.

Owen, who rushed out of the room, didn't notice at all that Justin and Ernie were not in a hurry at all, they were talking and laughing while watching the good show.

He didn't remember until he rushed down the stairs, walked through the lounge, and stepped out of the oak barrel passage.

its not right!

He is already in sixth grade.

There is no class this morning!

Sixth-level wizards need to choose N.E.W.Ts courses before they can schedule classes.

Damn it--I got fooled by that guy Justin!

After realizing it, Owen retracted his foot and planned to go back to help Justin tighten his skin.

"Morning-" When he turned around, he happened to meet Hannah.

He raised his hand to say hello, and then saw Hannah reaching out to take away the candle on the table.

"It's getting late." Hannah raised her head and said, "Breakfast is over. Now we are going to the auditorium. Professor McGonagall is waiting to review our class schedule."

"Auditing the curriculum?" Owen scratched his hair that covered his face and said, "What is it?"

"Don't you know?" Hannah said as she walked out.

Owen didn't care about teaching Justin a lesson and followed him directly.

Outside the oak barrel, Hannah continued, "Based on your O.W.Ls scores, list the courses you want to continue studying, and then submit them to Professor McGonagall for review. The professor will then check whether your scores are passed. Finally confirm that you have passed this year. ’s curriculum.”

"Oh? I haven't had time to do it yet."

"You can refer to mine first." Hannah took out a piece of parchment and said.

Owen used the copy spell to make a copy, and then checked the subjects.

With his grades, he will definitely be able to continue taking all the courses.

But he doesn't want to.

He has taken eleven classes for three consecutive years, can't he enjoy it now?

So Owen flicked his fingers and deleted all the elective courses on Hannah's schedule, leaving only four required courses.

Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology.

Uh-huh - that's it!

Beside - Hannah glanced at Owen's class schedule secretly, and then raised the corners of her mouth slightly without any trace.

She knew that Owen would definitely not get what he wanted.

The two walked side by side.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the auditorium.

The ceiling was tiled blue, with a few faint clouds floating in it, just like the sky outside the tall, mullioned windows.

The food on the long table was long gone.

Only the sixth years were sitting on the benches waiting for Professor McGonagall.

Owen saw Harry and Hermione talking to Hagrid.

Yesterday, they didn't seem to see Hagrid at the banquet.

He was probably worried about his brother.

"Hi-Owen!"

Because the number of people was small, everyone did not sit according to the college, but gathered together.

Hermione waved at him.

"What's going on? You look like you just woke up?" She frowned, "What did you do last night?"

They sat together, Hannah next to her. She was holding her class schedule and seemed to be thinking about some courses.

"Um - I went to listen to someone tell a story." Owen waved his hand, "It's not dangerous at all, don't worry."

"Okay." Hermione said, "Why is your hair so messy?"

She sighed, then stretched out her hands and began to help him raise his hair.

Owen knew a magic spell that allowed his hair to change its shape as he wished, but - it was a pleasure to have someone comb your hair.

The curse cannot experience this.

"Little Grawp has made great progress and has learned a lot of words." Hagrid, who was chatting with Harry, said proudly, "You should really meet him. He likes to make new friends now. I am considering bringing him Become my assistant."

"It's really good. I think it has great potential." Harry said against his will.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back and prepare for the course. I've prepared a surprise, you will definitely like it."

After saying the last words, Hagrid left the auditorium.

After his huge figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Harry sighed, and then looked at Hermione with some despair.

"He doesn't think we will still go to the Care of Magical Creatures class!" He was very distressed. "I mean, in fact, none of us showed any enthusiasm."

"I definitely won't take this course anyway." Owen spoke first. In Hagrid's class, they spent half of the class wiping Hagrid's butt.

Even though the little wizards are getting stronger now, the magical creatures he chose are really disgusting.

Unless the school considers hiring Senior Newt back as a professor of N.E.W.Ts courses, he will definitely not choose.

"Of course you have a reason. But we -" Ron said, "We are friends of Hagrid, but to be honest, few little wizards like his classes. No one our age wants to take Care of Magical Creatures." for each course.”

"The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, unless you are willing to continue to suffer for the next two years." Owen lay down slightly so that Hermione wouldn't have to lift her arms.

"Okay -" Harry and Ron looked at each other, "What you said makes sense, it's time to end it!"

A few more minutes passed.

Just after Hermione tied the silver hair together again, Professor McGonagall appeared.

She came in through the side door.

Then he began to review the class schedules for the little wizards.

It's a long job.

Everyone was queuing up. Hermione originally wanted to compare courses with Owen, but after seeing that there were only a few courses on his course schedule, she shook her head and withdrew her own course schedule without comment.

This guy - it's impossible to do what he wants!

Teams are organized by name.

As the Iron Hat King, Hannah was the first to take the stage.

She was used to this.

After a few minutes it was Hermione's turn.

Hermione chose to continue studying Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Potions and Alchemy.

Many doors were given up.

Professor McGonagall approved her timetable with just a glance.

Next came Neville.

"Your Herbology is very good." She said, "The O.W.LS result is 'Excellent'. Mrs. Sprout will definitely be happy to see you go back. The Defense Against the Dark Arts result is 'Excellent', and you are also eligible to continue taking elective courses." Professor Nap's class. A 'good' grade in the Transfiguration class is enough. But I don't understand why you didn't get an 'Excellent' grade in the Charms class."

"My grandma thinks taking Charms class is just to save trouble," Neville muttered.

"This is serious discrimination." Professor McGonagall said, "Just choose the Charms class. I will write a letter to Augusta to remind her that just because she failed the Charms class O.W.LS exam, it does not mean that she This lesson is not worth learning." Seeing the unbelievable expression of joy on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped a blank curriculum with the tip of her wand, and then handed it to Neville, which had already been filled in in detail. The class he is taking this semester.

Then a few more people passed by.

Here comes Harry.

He had nothing to say. Harry's grades in all subjects were good, and he didn't plan to take any electives that he had passed.

After glancing at Harry's class schedule, Professor McGonagall immediately gave him a dissatisfied look, and then the professor tapped the class schedule with his wand. Then handed it to Harry.

"Go to class!"

"Okay professor." Harry took his class schedule.

But after taking a few steps, I realized something was wrong.

Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbs, Transfiguration, Potions, Ancient Runes, Alchemy.

Um?

Why are there two more doors?

He didn't choose ancient runes and alchemy!

"professor."

"Next!" Professor McGonagall didn't give Harry a chance to ask questions at all.

"I" Harry wanted to cry, but it didn't matter. He originally thought that the next two years would be easier.

Ron secretly glanced at Harry's class schedule and felt a sense of joy in his heart.

But within a few minutes, the smile on his face transferred to Owen's face.

Ron was given a timetable exactly like Harry's.