I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 11 Dumbledore’s sponsorship (ding~ding~ding~begging)

"Damn old bat, George and Fred are right, he just doesn't like us." Ron bent down angrily and picked up the scattered textbooks on the ground.

"I heard that he randomly deducted points from Gryffindor before."

"Look at this week, he has deducted more than 30 points."

Although nearly twenty points were scored by Harry.

Ron glanced at the buddies beside him, but didn't say this.

But the doubt buried in his heart still made him unable to help asking: "Harry."

"Honestly, do you have a grudge against Snape?"

"Me?" Harry was taken aback, "How is it possible, I don't know him at all."

Two weeks ago, he didn't even know if magic existed in this world.

How could he have a grudge against a wizard?

"Or your family? Think about your dad, Harry." Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a new world. "Your parents may be in the same class as him. Just now he said you look like your dad. Harry, I I'm sure he knows your father."

"Really?" Harry, who came back to his senses, thought it was possible.

Snape looked only in his 30s, (the professor is 29 years old this year.)

It is entirely possible to be in the same class as my parents.

"Yes, it must be your father, or your mother, who offended him when he was young, so now Snape will retaliate against you."

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Owen, who was hiding in the corner, looked at Ron in disbelief.

It was as if meeting him for the first time.

I lost?

When did Ron get so smart?

Could it be that geige has left the ground?The virus is shut down, and smart IQs take over the high ground again?

He was not the only one who was deeply surprised, Hermione on the side couldn't help giving Ron a high look.

This fit perfectly with her guess.

From the very first Potions class, she felt strange.

Professor Snape seemed to take too much care of Harry.

Although this kind of care ended up with points being deducted, for two people who had never met before, this kind of 'care' was obviously beyond common sense.

And from the look of disgust on Snape's face when he said that Harry was like his father, it can be inferred that Harry's father should have a grudge against Snape.

Unexpectedly, Ron even saw it!

This took her by surprise.

"hiss~"

Owen, who was hiding in the corner, slowly walked out of the darkness like a hunting snake.

"Oh! My dear friend, you seem to be in trouble." The strange tone sounded, sending a chill through Harry and Ron.

"Do you need help?"

"No—no need."

After seeing the figure walking out of the shadows, Harry and Ron unconsciously took a small step back.

Leaving Hermione out alone.

But the little witch wasn't as afraid as her two good-for-nothing partners.

She was like an ivy growing on a solid wall, facing the evil boy head-on with tenacity and confidence.

"We don't need your help, Harry will take care of it." She said, staring directly at Owen.

"Why are you nervous?" Owen waved his sleeves and continued nonchalantly: "Well, what are you doing with so many magic books?"

"Oh~ they're all about Defense Against Dark Arts."

"Zuzu, it's not like you want to deal with me!" Owen smiled charmingly, with a playful look on his face.

"No!" Hermione said categorically while facing Owen's gaze, "It's just for self-defense to prevent someone from committing violence against us again."

"Wow~"

Violence against you?

Uh—I somehow think of a certain Russian game.

Cough cough, Owen quickly withdrew his mind and pretended to be surprised, "Who is it? There is such a Hogwarts scum, name it, I guarantee that he will not see the sun tomorrow."

"Haha~" After the little witch glared at him with her little fangs exposed, she grabbed Harry with her right hand and Ron with her left hand, and raised her feet to leave.

"Wait." Owen suddenly stopped the three of them.

"Don't you want to know why Snape targeted you? Harry?" Someone smiled evilly.Showing off the style of a dark boss.

"Ok?"

Why did the topic suddenly come to him?

Harry numbly shook his head.

Does Owen know?

how come?

Where did he know that!

"Of course I know, and more than you can imagine." Owen saw through Harry's puzzled expression at a glance.

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the outside of the castle on his own.

Looking at Owen's figure.

Harry couldn't help being curious.

This was the second time he heard about his parents.

The last time I learned from Hagrid that my parents were not killed in a car accident, but by Voldemort.

He desperately wants to know more.

In the end, Harry insisted on going out despite the advice of Hermione and Ron.

The other two certainly wouldn't leave Harry alone with Owen, who knew what would happen.

Immediately, the three little ones formed a team and ran outside the castle.

Sunny Saturday morning.

The warmth of the sky is never stingy and always sheds golden light.

This makes Hogwarts, which is already early autumn, still look like midsummer at noon.

Owen's steps were fast, and no matter how hard Harry chased behind him, the distance between them seemed to always be five meters away.

"That seems to be Hagrid's hut?" After following Owen for more than ten minutes, Harry finally noticed that the building in the distance looked very familiar.

"What is he doing here?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Is Hagrid in danger?"

she asked subconsciously.

"Oh my god~Hermione, that's an adult wizard." Ron shouted in a high-pitched voice: "With his strength, the most he can do is bully the young wizard."

"Also~" Although she said so, the little witch still had a cautious expression on her face.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the figure in the distance was a bit unfathomable.

"Look, he's knocking on Hagrid's door."

The three couldn't help speeding up their pace, and finally arrived at the door of the hut at the same time the moment Hagrid opened the door.

"It's you!" Hagrid opened the door ajar, revealing his large bearded face.

"come in!"

Hagrid let them both in,

The cabin has only one room.Hams and pheasants were hung from the ceiling, and a copper kettle was used to boil boiling water in the brazier. There was a large bed in the corner with quilts made of rags.

"You're welcome. Sit anywhere, just like at home." Hagrid said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black monster rushed out from behind him, and rushed towards Ron to lick his ear.

"It likes you." Hagrid said with a smile.

He didn't reach out to stop him.

This was a pain for Ron, as if the little guy had been petrified, he stood there motionless, letting Yaya care for his face with his saliva.

"That's Ron. That's Hermione," Harry said to Hagrid.

"Ron?" Hagrid picked up the kettle that made a gurgling sound on the stove, poured the boiling water into a large teacup, and put the rock biscuits on the dinner plate.

"Another Weasley." He glanced at Ron's freckled face.

"I know why Ya Ya likes you." Hagrid's voice was obviously displeased. "I almost spent most of my life trying to drive these twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest."

"But this little fool was happy to play with those two troublemakers."

I was almost caught by the chairman while I was fishing at work writing a book. Fortunately, my hand speed is fast enough, very fast!Snap the screen.