I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 107: Granger being fooled around

"In order to increase the probability of success, we asked three different professors separately!"

"Harry, you go find Professor Flitwick, Ron, you go find Professor Sprout." Hermione scooped up a large dollop of the decoction with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass.

Then, simply assign tasks.

"Then yours?" Ron asked unconvinced, "You won't just hide here!"

"No!" She rolled her eyes at Ron, and continued, "I'll go to Professor Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore?"

"You're not afraid of him seeing it, that's Dumbledore!" Ron widened his eyes and looked at Hermione in disbelief. "My mother said that his eyes can see through people's hearts."

Is she so brave?

Why didn't you find it before?

"Be careful, just ask a few words, you should be fine. And—" Hermione smiled, "Even if the headmaster doubts it, how could he think it was me?"

"Can a second-year wizard brew polyjuice potion?" She raised her head slightly, feeling smug.

Even an adult wizard or a pharmacist might not be able to brew this potion successfully, but she succeeded for the first time!

"Oh - bold!" said Harry, holding up his hand, "but I have a question!"

"Say!"

"But Owen is a boy! Hermione—are you okay?" Harry asked with a little unnatural expression.

Then - the next second, he was stared at by Hermione's cold eyes and did not dare to say anything more.

Just as you like.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent.

Then, the soup in the hands of the three people made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously.

After a second, it turned an ugly tan.

The three took out a few black hairs.

In the magic cram school, Owen beat up the little wizard every day, and there would always be some physical contact. Harry quickly grabbed a few of them, and then fell to the ground.

Pretending to be knocked down.

The adrenaline-fuelled Irving didn't seem to feel the pain either.

So I didn't notice him.

"You paid for it by blocking my life." Harry said with lingering fear as he distributed his hair to Hermione and Ron.

If this matter is exposed!He thinks he'll be killed by Owen

"Okay, join in!" Hermione said impatiently.Why are these two so mother-in-law?

Then she took the lead and threw her hair into the polyjuice potion.

The cup in his hand stained and bubbled, and the yellow mud-like potion kept rolling upwards.

Then gradually clarify.Like water squeezing oil out.

Gradually the khaki color turned into a light silver gray, dark, gloomy, and cold.Like the moon hanging over Hogwarts at night.

"It looks good." Ron shook the potion in his hand, quite surprised.

Hermione said before that Polyjuice Potion can reveal a person's soul, the darker and more evil, the person whose mind is full of disgusting things and whose soul is tainted, the more stinky and ugly his potion will be.

However, considering that Owen is actually a girl, it is more normal for his potion to be so clear.

The appearance is flamboyant, but the heart is soft.

The means are cruel, but the reality is kind.

Just like the heroines in the novels my mother read.

Ron shook his head, looking like everyone was drunk and I was alone, which made Hermione's eyelids jump.

This guy—there must be some secrets he hasn't told her!

Maybe it's time for her to consider the recipe for Veritaserum.

"Ready?" she said.

"All right."

"So--"

Several people quickly swallowed the potion. It tasted a bit like unsweetened black tea, a bit bitter but with a plant aroma.

The next moment, the internal organs of several people began to boil, as if swallowing a few live snakes.

A burning sensation ran through my body.

Then the skin bubbles up like hot wax.Reorganize, change.

The tingling sensation went away as quickly as it came, and all of a sudden, all the pain stopped.

In the compartment, the three of them became the same.

"It's unbelievable," said a voice.

But the three people with the same face and voice couldn't tell who said it.

"Merlin's beard! I'm Owen!" said another.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, the potion can only last about an hour." A third voice sounded.

"Let's go quickly." As he said that, one of them, Owen, who was wearing a red Gryffindor skirt, stood up.

——He glanced at his attire, and his face was slightly embarrassed. Then, in order to cover up this embarrassment, he quickly took out his wand and tapped it lightly. In an instant, the skirt turned into pants.

The other two also guessed the identity of Owen, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Just kidding, you'll get punched.

And he will be beaten badly.

The three of them ran out of the girls' washroom, and parted ways on the marble steps and the spiral staircase.

the other side.

The dinner in the auditorium also came to an end.

Many young wizards have left.

Hannah, who was teasing two magical animals on the Hufflepuff table, suddenly came back to her senses.

"Where's Owen?" She looked at Justin doubtfully.

"Him?" Justin rubbed his bulging belly, hiccupped and said, "When you were seduced by these two little guys, Professor Dumbledore called him away."

"Oh~" Hearing the sound, she slowly hugged the two cuties on the table, and got up to go back to the Hufflepuff common room.

Just when she had just stepped out of the auditorium gate and stepped on the steps of the spiral staircase.

A familiar figure happened to bump into her.

"Owen." Hannah's eyes lit up, holding two magical animals, she happily walked over.

"Dumbledore finished talking to you?"

"Uh? Well - it's over." Owen's eyes flashed with confusion, but he quickly suppressed it, and then replied calmly.

"That's great, we can go back together. I mean, isn't there a mysterious person in the school? The professor doesn't allow little wizards to wander alone." Said an excuse that she didn't believe herself, and Hannah took the magical The animal was handed back to Owen to cover up something.

The drowsy Sherlock raised his head lazily, looked at Hannah and Owen suspiciously, and said "meow" twice.

Then he did nothing, lay obediently in Owen's arms, and continued to sleep. (Hiroko Mobei Laozi)

The other one, the giant dragon Bacal, was a little irritable, his small head kept roaring at Owen, and from time to time, there would be flames burning in his mouth.

The scene was a bit panicked, Hannah quickly stroked Bakar's little head and then looked at Owen calmly with some doubts.

It was just fine.

How did it become like this in a short while?

"It's okay." Owen waved his hand, with a gentle smile on his face.

His eyes were full of deep love for his friends.

This look made Hannah's heart tremble.

This reminded her of his fearless figure in the underground trial ground a year ago.

Tasting the honey, she didn't realize that Owen in front of her was taking a step back cautiously. "Well, there's something else I just forgot to tell Professor Dumbledore," he said.

"You go back first!" Then he turned around and ran away like a bolt.

That back figure actually carried some embarrassment of running away.

Hannah froze in place, watching the direction in which he disappeared.

Muttered to himself: "He's a little weird."

"He wasn't weird that day." Justin beside him retorted.

"No - I mean forget about the feeling, even you are different." Hannah sighed, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Owen, to the other side of the spiral staircase.

"so close."

Hermione, who wore Owen's appearance, ran all the way to the eighth floor with a guilty conscience. At this time, she was leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

She didn't know how Owen and Hannah talked on a daily basis, and she was afraid that if she said a word more, she would reveal her truth.

So she chose to flee in a panic, and didn't even return Shilock in her arms.

"Huh? Owen, why are you here?" Suddenly an old voice came.

Hermione was startled, and Sirocco was thrown out of her arms.

He turned his head stiffly, only to see a few glasses of butterbeer, and a slightly drunk Professor Dumbledore suddenly appeared from the corner.

How could the principal do that?

She swore that there was no one there for the duel just now.

The old principal looked at Sherlock on the ground, his puzzled expression suddenly dissipated a lot, he beckoned, and the little guy jumped into his arms naturally.

Turning his head, he even yelled "Ahhh" at Hermione.

"Professor, that's—" Hermione's little head spun rapidly, and then suddenly remembered what Hannah had just said.

"I don't quite understand something about what you just said."

She thought that Owen should have just talked about something with Professor Dumbledore, and she just asked something useful by herself.

"Oh! Are you talking about Newt?" The old principal stretched out his other hand, patted Hermione's shoulder naturally, and spoke in the tone of an old man telling stories about the past to his grandson. : "When he was still young, he did many great things."

"Visited five continents and more than 100 countries. I also saved the magical world from being maliciously exposed in the United States."

"I can understand his concerns."

"About Tom's curse and Gellert's threats."

"He has always been between the two of us, and sometimes I feel that I owe him too much." Dumbledore was dressed in a dark red robe, and the two walked slowly in the corridor on the eighth floor.

The robe, which smelled of wine, was wrinkled, just like his master, and it lost its luster at the moment.

After hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but lower her head.

She didn't notice that Dumbledore would sometimes lower his head suddenly.Those turbid eyes, shining with wisdom, looked at him carefully.

"It's you, Owen, what's the plan?"

"plan?"

"The plan for the next act. The plan last time was too general. Some accidents may happen. We must take all the circumstances into consideration." Dumbledore said tentatively: "Or use the first version, after all We can't really let little wizards get hurt."

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