I, Hogwarts Second Week

Dinner at Hogwarts is quite rich.

Having a hearty meal.

And after singing the school song with a strange accent.

Dumbledore wiped his eyes and his loud voice echoed throughout the auditorium. "Music is more charming than anything we do here! It's bedtime now. Let's go back to the dormitories."

The voice fell.

The auditorium was suddenly crowded.

Hufflepuff has the most first years.

They followed the prefect Truman and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

Owen followed.

Make your way through the noisy crowd, exit the restaurant, and climb the marble steps.

Just as he followed the flow of people into the basement.

Ahead, the professor's shout suddenly came.

"Mr. Sanchez."

It's Professor McGonagall.

She stood at the entrance of the spiral staircase, looking down at him with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Owen squeezed through the crowd and came to Professor McGonagall.

"The principal wants to know more about what happened on the Hogwarts Express." The professor said slowly, "Follow me."

Then he turned around and walked towards the spiral staircase.

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On the eighth floor, under the confused eyes of all the Gryffindors, he and Professor McGonagall walked towards the corridor with the gryphon statue.

Professor McGonagall shouted a command to the stone sculpture: "Pile of cockroaches!"

Immediately, the griffin statue turned half a circle, revealing a spiral staircase.

At the end of the stairs was a fluorescent oak door.

Push open the wooden door.

The light inside seems a little inadequate.

Owen's first reaction was that Professor Dumbledore might need some candles.

Although the office in front of me is filled with all kinds of strange and weird gadgets, it is very consistent with the description in the original work.

But he still prefers the principal's office.

It was sparkling there, filled with golden light everywhere, just like a warm sun above the head. The office was filled with warm things and various flowers.

Dumbledore also has photos of his family on his desk.

Owen has seen it.

Aberforth, Credence, Nagel.

And her daughter.

He didn't know the name, but Owen knew that the middle name must be: "Ariana."

"Oh! The nasty little devil is here."

Seeing the appearance of the visitor, the Sorting Hat spoke first.

It didn't seem to have calmed down, and its tone of voice didn't sound like normal singing.

Next to Dumbledore's desk, there is a tall gilded perch, and the phoenix Fawkes is perched on the branch.

Further down, there are semicircular bookshelves embedded in the wall. The bookshelves are filled with various books and magic props. Owen even saw the Sword of Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat is placed in one of the grids.

"Mr. Sanchez." Dumbledore looked very relaxed and had no intention of accusing him of any charges. He stood up slowly and walked from the desk to Owen, "Would you like some candy?"

On the desk, a large pile of licorice cockroaches was lying quietly on a silver plate.

Owen knew this thing. As a potential foodie, he had tried most snacks in the wizarding world, even this strange candy.

The pile of cockroaches is no different from ordinary candies when placed there. They only move when you pick them up.

As for the taste - not too great.

For Owen, it's too sweet and a bit cloying.

"No, professor, my grandpa said that eating too much candy can lead to tooth decay."

"Really?" Professor Dumbledore didn't care about tooth decay at all. He picked one up and put it in his mouth. "Although it looks a little strange, it tastes pretty good."

"Young people should be brave enough to try."

"Aren't you British?" Then the professor suddenly changed his tone and talked about Owen's family in a homely manner.

Owen was not surprised by this. It was not a secret. It was recorded by the Ministry of Magic. He was not smuggled to England. "Yes, I was born in France."

"I was in a Muggle orphanage in Paris until I was at least four years old."

"Oh? What about your grandfather?" Dumbledore suddenly became interested. He couldn't possibly not understand a wizard who could make an eleven-year-old wizard cast a spell like the Petrification Curse.

But when he actually looked through Owen's information, he found that almost all of the information recorded by the Ministry of Magic was nonsense with no preface and follow-up, and it was just random writing.

It's like - someone controlled some poor British Auror with the Imperius Curse, casually recorded.

"My grandpa?" Owen was startled. "Actually, I don't know him very well. There should be no blood relationship between us. After he took me out of the orphanage, he brought me to England."

He was called grandpa (there is no such word as grandpa in English, everyone is called grandpa.) It was entirely because of the name Rick. Owen just called him that, and the man didn't object. Over time, Owen got used to it.

As for my grandfather’s identity.

He had some guesses, but wasn't sure.

Just 99% sure!

He was afraid of being proud of the last 0.1.

"Yes, I understand." The professor nodded slightly, with a hint of seriousness behind his half-moon eyes, "Mr. Sanchez, I still have to say that bullying classmates is never the right thing to do. Regarding Harry -"

Suddenly Dumbledore's voice changed, and his voice was a little urgent, "Is that your wand?"

Because of his weekly habit, Owen's wand is always placed in the most conspicuous place on his waist. There is a small pocket there. About two-thirds of the wand is submerged in the pocket, and the rest is exposed for him to quickly access.

"Huh? This is my grandpa's wand. You know, buying a wand costs a lot of money."

Wizards have the custom of passing down wands, but most wizards choose to buy a new one.

Because no matter how close they are by blood, someone else's wand will never be used as smoothly as yours.

Owen took his wand out of his pocket.

"Can I see it?"

"Of course, here you go." Owen handed the wand over, his expression twitching unconsciously. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it anymore.

Dumbledore took the wand and looked at it carefully.

It was a wand shaped like a dead branch.

The only highlight is its material, silver basswood, which is a very precious material.

Silver basswood wands became very popular in the 19th century. Due to the shortage of this wood on the market, some unscrupulous traders actually dyed substandard wood to deceive consumers.

This kind of wand is popular not only because of their beautiful appearance, but also because they perform excellently in the hands of "seers" or wizards who are good at "lepimenism". These two mysterious magics give silver lindens The holder of a wooden wand is of high status.

It is not common for wizards to have such a wand.

There is only one holder of the silver basswood wand that is the most famous in history and the one Dumbledore is most familiar with.

The air in the principal's office seemed to freeze.

For several minutes, Dumbledore did not speak again.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall beside Owen reminded him that he broke away from the memories.

"Is that Owen?"

"Want some midnight snack?"

It's about to be signed. It's about to be signed tomorrow. It's estimated that the status will be there tomorrow.