I, Hogwarts Second Week

"We - wizards and Muggles - are now sitting on a powder keg, and any spark could detonate it. And the result will be both of us blown to pieces!"

Hermione said worriedly.

There is no other little wizard in the castle who is as sensitive to politics as she is.

The newspapers were full of articles about wizard trials, which was telling.

Ordinary people want to see fire and light, but as a government, sometimes we have no choice but to choose to comply with this fierce public opinion.

Because those who go against the current will be voted out of office.

"The situation is indeed getting more and more corrupt."

Owen said.

He rubbed his chin, "I think this matter will come to an end at least before Christmas."

"What's the result?" Hermione turned her head and her brown eyes fell on him.

"War!" Owen said flatly.

"Can't it be avoided?"

"If you can think of anything else."

"I" Hermione stopped.

The blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

There is no alternative but war.

"Maybe we should try to clarify to the world that there are good guys and bad guys among wizards, just like there are criminals among Muggles. Can I write an article for the Daily Mail or the Guardian? Like we wrote for the Daily Prophet Like writing an article?”

"The Muggle world is much more complicated than the wizarding world." Owen shook his head. "The propaganda machine must serve the political forces behind it. How can a Muggle newspaper buy the wizard's account?"

"But" Hermione paused, "Before, we were on the Hogwarts Express. You said that in the Battle of Berlin, in addition to defeating the Inferi, our main purpose was to deter the Muggles. Didn't it have no effect?"

"Yes!" Owen said, "Didn't this scare us for more than two months?"

He smiled, looking a little reluctant, "Otherwise they would start a war with the wizard immediately. It is because they are afraid of your strength that they have delayed so long."

"." Hermione's expression was a little confused. With her intelligence, she could certainly understand the reason.

Can.

"Don't think about it." Owen stretched out his hand to hold her cold hand and said gently, "Sometimes, we have to admit that when manpower is exhausted, not all efforts will be available, and not all expectations will go in the direction we expect. direction of development.

From another perspective, a war between two races is not entirely a bad thing. At least after experiencing the war and facing the cruelty of the war, they can maintain peace for the next thirty or forty years.

That's the way people are - the two world wars were all like that. "

"You're right, Owen." Hermione said in a daze, "But I always feel that everything should be avoidable, and it should go in a better direction instead of getting worse."

"Okay." Owen held her hand and stood up, "Go out and relax, don't always think about these things. If the sky falls, the taller man will bear it first. These are things that Dumbledore, the president of the Federation, should consider. . Why are you worrying so much!"

Today is Saturday.

The D.A.'s meeting won't be held until tomorrow.

Today should be a relaxing day.

Just like any other little wizard.

Enjoying your vacation mindlessly.

Miss Granger was a little reluctant to go out, but she couldn't resist Owen.

The boy's hand was very strong and she couldn't break free, so she gave in to his wish after a moment.

The two walked through the winding and complicated aisles and left the auditorium tower.

If the sky outside the castle could be covered by a thick leaden gray curtain, it would be so heavy that it would crush the whole world.

The drizzle fell silently like silk, dyeing the earth a moist gray-blue.

The breeze carried the scent of moisture and earth, but it was unable to dispel the dullness and depression that permeated the air.

The mountains in the distance are looming in the rain and fog, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is getting stronger, blowing the raindrops slanting into the distance.

There were very few little wizards along the way, and the weather was already very cold in October.

The clammy feeling was like a pervasive needle pricking the skin, making it uncomfortable no matter where I went.

So most little wizards prefer to hide in the lounge, sleep in or do homework.

Owen and Hermione arrived on the covered bridge.

Going further down the mountain is the road leading to the Forbidden Forest on one side and Hogsmeade on the other.

"Even the wind knows that a storm is coming!" Owen leaned on the guardrail. From here, he could see Hagrid's hut in the distance and the Quidditch pitch on the other side.

Although it was raining, there were still teams training on the court.

You can tell from the red cloak that they are the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Hermione didn't speak, just looked into the distance with deep eyes.

She couldn't stop worrying.

It took about a few minutes.

Suddenly, several black dots flew over the Quidditch pitch.

The black spots are getting bigger and bigger.

It's Harry and they are coming here.

"Training is over?"

Owen said as he watched Harry jump from the Firebolt into the covered bridge very nimbly.

"The technique is pretty good!"

"Haha, just so so!" Harry laughed and wiped the rain off his face.

Hermione stretched out her wand and chanted the spell at Harry. Suddenly a gust of warm wind blew up, drying Harry's soaked clothes and hair in just a few breaths.

"Thank you!" Harry said.

"Didn't it suddenly start raining?"

"It was just a light rain just now, but now it's getting heavier and heavier. We have to stop training."

With that said, the other Quidditch players also came to the covered bridge.

Everyone said hello to each other and hurried towards the castle.

On cold days, they really missed the fireplace in the lounge.

Ginny didn't stay either.

She said she was sticky with rain and sweat seeping into her underwear, and now she had to rush to take a shower.

Harry and Ron, two rough guys, didn't care. They felt refreshed after using the magic spell to dry their clothes.

"That's why you still train in rainy days." Irving said.

"So we have won the championship for four consecutive years." Harry said proudly.

The fourth grade did not hold Quidditch because of the competition, and this year's game has not started yet.

Speaking of which, Harry had indeed done it. Ever since he joined the Quidditch team, he had never lost a championship.

But this is both an honor and a burden.

The more this happened, the more afraid he was that his winning streak would be interrupted.

Therefore, training becomes more and more rigorous and diligent.

"That's true." Owen shrugged. Hufflepuff wasn't very interested in Quidditch anyway. Professor Sprout is not a loyal fan of Quidditch like Professor McGonagall. They just need to strive not to be at the bottom in the game.

Every year, he and Ravenclaw fight for one and two, and they end up last.

Only in the third grade, Ravenclaw defeated Slytherin once and won second place.

"Where are we going now?" said Ron, holding up his broom.

"Hmm -" Harry stood on the covered bridge and looked into the distance, and his eyes happened to fall on Hagrid's hut.

"Maybe we can go see Hagrid and have a cup of hot tea."

"Well," Ron suddenly felt nervous, he said, "He's still angry with us because we didn't take his class."

"We have to talk about it! Do we have to break off our relationship with Hagrid?" Harry said.

"All right!"

Ron nodded.

Then the group held up their wands, transformed into umbrellas, and then walked along the mountain road to Hagrid's hut.

"By the way, how is your relationship with Slughorn going? Have you completed Dumbledore's mission?" On the way, Owen suddenly started talking about Slughorn.

It’s also the reason for Grindelwald’s letter and his speculation that Slughorn might know something.

"Not very good." Harry frowned and shook his head, "Every time when I talk about things about Voldemort and Regulus decades ago, he always changes the topic."

"I tried a lot of things."

"Now Slughorn is starting to push me."

"Honestly, we should just forget about Legilimency. It's simple and crude." Ron said bluntly.

"How can it be that simple?" Hermione said appropriately, "I think Slughorn must also be a master of Occlumency. He may not be as powerful as Professor Dumbledore, but he is not bad. If he didn't tell us, we would be There's no way to pry his head open directly."

"Pry open his head." Harry glanced at Hermione and felt that the girl in front of him was really scary.

"Old guy." Owen pouted, "Sometimes I really envy the dark wizard, who can do whatever he wants."

"What do you want to do?" Hermione immediately looked at the boy warily.

"It's nothing - just feeling emotional."

"It's best to express emotion." She said, "Slughorn is now a professor at Hogwarts, and you are not allowed to be rough with the professor."

"What about Umbridge?" Ron interjected from the side.

"That's different!" Hermione responded irritably.

"What's different?"

"It's just different. What did she do that you forgot?"

Looking at the somewhat lion-like Miss Granger, Ron quickly stopped and said, "Um - okay. You're right."

Hearing this, a girl who was in a bad mood suddenly became stunned and stared straight ahead.

Everyone quickly looked forward.

Bakar, the Australian oval eye, is currently rolling in the pumpkin patch outside Hagrid's courtyard, catching beavers running around.

Owen suddenly felt resentful. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, found a stone, and threw it suddenly.

The stone tore through the wind, pushed away the rain, and hit the wild dragon in the head.

"Dong" life is like being hit on pig iron.

Bakar, who was suddenly attacked, immediately raised his head, spread his wings, exposed his fangs, and glared ahead with a pair of star-like gem eyes.

"Why are you hitting it?" Hermione glared at Owen, and then waved to Bakar.

The next second the giant dragon left and flapped its wings, like an arrow, it penetrated into Miss Granger's arms.

"Humph - I'm just unhappy." Owen said.

"Where's Sirocco? That wild cat went there again?"

"It's in our lounge. It's very well-behaved." Hermione immediately defended the little white cat and said, "I didn't take off the restraint collar on it, so it can't escape from Gryffindor Tower."

"Yes!" Harry continued, "I have never seen such a lazy cat. He can sleep twenty hours a day."

"Maybe -" Hermione said while teasing Buckel, "should he be allowed to go out for a run?"

"Let it go out and you won't see it this semester." Owen said immediately.

"We still have to let it go out for a walk. We can't be free, so do we have to restrict a cat?" Hermione walked to Hagrid's pumpkin patch, placed the dragon in her arms on a pumpkin, and then placed it on her waist. He rummaged through his pockets for a while.

There were many things in her pocket that had been casted by the infinite stretch charm, including some emergency food.

That was specially prepared because she was worried that one day they would need to survive alone in the wild.

"Here comes the fresh meat." The little witch raised her hand and summoned a piece of fresh meat of about two pounds.

"Hey!"

Just as Bakar was devouring the piece of fresh meat that looked not much bigger than it.

came a loud voice.

Hagrid came around from behind the hut. He was wearing a large printed apron and carrying a bag of soil.

bean. His big hunting dog, Yaya, followed at his feet. Ya Ya growled lowly and rushed towards Harry and the others.

Come.

"Don't mess with it! It'll bite your fingers off - oh, you guys."

Fang jumped up and down at Hermione and Ron, trying to lick their ears. Hagrid stopped and glanced at them, then turned around and strode into the hut, slamming the door shut.

"Okay - I didn't expect this." Hermione said awkwardly.

"Don't worry," Harry said with a straight face. He walked up to the hut and knocked hard on the door.

"Hagrid! Open the door quickly, we want to talk to you!"

There was no sound inside.

"If you don't open the door, we'll blow it open!" Harry said and drew his wand.

"Harry!" Hermione's eyes widened and she said in a horrified voice, "You must not."

"Why not!" Harry said irritably, "Stand back--"

However, before he could say anything else, the door of the hut suddenly opened - this was what Harry had expected. Hagrid stood there and stared at him angrily. Although he was wearing a printed apron, he still looked pretty like that. frightening.

"I'm a teacher!" he shouted at Harry, "Teacher, Potter! How dare you threaten me with blowing up my door!"

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry said, speaking the last two words loudly as he thrust his wand into his robes.

Hagrid seemed stunned.

"Since when did you call me 'sir'?"

"Since when did you call me 'Potter'?"

"Well, clever enough," growled Hagrid. "Interesting enough. Got me in, didn't you? Well, come on in, you ungrateful ones..."

He muttered angrily and stepped back to let them out the door.

"Although he curses a lot, his body is still so honest." Owen looked at Harry and Hagrid with disgust.

"This Jijiang technique is really rough to use."

"Why do you talk so much!" Hagrid looked at him and said angrily.

"Because I'm different from them!" Owen said, spreading his hands.

"I haven't given up on the Care of Magical Creatures."

"That's what Professor Dumbledore forced you to take!" Hagrid pointed out the key.

"Wrong!" Owen shook his head, a trace of sadness slipped from the corner of his eyes, "He didn't force me, damn, it was simply an elective course for Lao Dengtou, so I had no choice but to accept it!"

"Nine courses in total!"

"Professor Dumbledore cares about you!" Hagrid said noncommittally.

"Thank you! I thank his whole family!" A certain person's resentment class has not diminished at all, even though more than a month has passed.

Whenever he saw other little wizards chatting and playing games in the lounge, and when he had to go to class, he would thank Dumbledore from the bottom of his heart!

"So do you want to come in or not?" Hagrid shouted loudly at the door.

"Come in!" Owen shouted louder than him.

Then he dragged Hermione into the hut angrily.

"."

This sudden quarrel made both Harry and Ron feel a little surprised.

However, this can be regarded as indirectly easing the relationship between them and Hagrid.

You can tell by the look on his face.

Compared to just meeting.

Hagrid's expression looked much more normal now.

As always, Hagrid's hut looked the same.

Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling. A fire burned in the fireplace in the corner.

A huge copper kettle was steaming.

There were many messy beast furs on the sofa. Perhaps Hagrid wanted to collect these to make a shawl or a scarf.

"What's the matter?" Hagrid's broad figure walked past them.

At this time, the four young wizards sat at the big wooden table in front of the fireplace. Fang immediately put his head on Harry's knees, drooling on his robe.

"What's going on? Do you think I'm pitiful? Think I'm lonely or something?"

"No." Harry said immediately, "We just want to come and see you."

"We miss you so much!" Hermione said tremblingly.

"Miss me, huh?" Hagrid said with a contemptuous snort, "Yeah, that's right."

He stomped around, making tea in the huge copper teapot, and kept talking

Mumbling something.

Finally, he placed four teacups as big as small buckets in front of them. The tea inside was as dark as mahogany.

He also brought a plate of his homemade rock biscuits.

Harry and the others looked at the food and tea in front of them, feeling a little sick in their stomachs, but for the sake of face, they still picked up a piece.

Owen also picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip.

It actually tastes okay.

Very close to the taste of original Daming tea.

But this is very different from British tea. They like to add some spices to the tea, or add milk.

Hermione felt apprehensive as she watched Owen drinking tea and eating cake.

She was puzzled again. Did Hagrid's craftsmanship improve?

She then carefully picked up a piece of rock cake and took a bite.

"Ah——"

My teeth hurt so much

Hurriedly, Hermione picked up her tea bucket and took a sip.

It was really bitter!

"Drink this!" Owen reached out and knocked on Hermione's tea bucket. Suddenly, the tea in the bucket changed color. It was still red, but much lighter.

The little witch tasted it timidly. Hmm——it had a floral scent and was still sweet.

"Hagrid, in fact, we really want to continue the Care of Magical Creatures class." Harry silently put his peace of mind on the rock cake in his hand.

He really couldn't understand why Owen's teeth were so strong that he could chew stones.

"Indeed!" A wizard who drank black tea as plain water said, "Just change the professor!"

"Owen!" Harry glared at Owen.

Hagrid was even more angry and stood up immediately, almost overturning the table.