I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 122 Owen’s verbal battle with the Minister of Magic

"Hogwarts is under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and besides—" He said, throwing a spell, and the magic covered the golden diadem, but nothing happened.

It's still suspended in the air.

Ok?

this?Fudge frowned, looking at the Aurors on either side.

Then his subordinates understood, and stretched out their hands to grab Jin Mian directly.

But it was like there was a glass of nothingness in front of them, no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't touch the golden crown.

"Dumbledore!" Fudge didn't even think about it, and decided that this was definitely the old headmaster's little trick.

His unkind eyes fell on Hermione and the little wizards.

Although the witch who was suspected to be Rowena said that they were all from Ravenclaw before leaving, which made me a little afraid, but that was just fear. If we take people away and put them in Azkaban now, that is also in line with the law.

I did nothing wrong.

"I think it was just an accident." Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

After all, even with the headmaster's abyss of wisdom, he couldn't figure out why Hermione would attack the Minister of Magic.

"Accident?" Fudge scoffed.

The so-called accident was three hitting one, and a shameless sneak attack!

Although he is not very honorable, after all, it is embarrassing for him to be defeated by three young wizards as an adult wizard, but the facts are the facts.

"I don't think there is such a word as accident in the law." Fudge's meaning was very clear. It was embarrassing to be knocked down by the little wizard. He could not pursue it, but the golden crown must be taken away.

Otherwise, I have no choice but to invite these bastards to Azkaban for a prison meal.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Hermione lowered her head, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

It turns out that Dumbledore was with the Minister of Magic, and the dark wizards around him were actually Aurors.

Such news made her dizzy, she couldn't accept it, and——it was so embarrassing!

She would rather the other party be a vicious dark wizard!

If this matter gets out, she, Hogwarts. Huh huh ┭┮﹏┭┮, is it still too late for me to transfer?

Or, can I still go to school by myself?

"Hey, what are you talking about?" At this moment, halfway up the mountain, a boy with long black hair suddenly ran up.

He was draped in a blanket made of unicorn hair, and was holding another man with one hand.

"Owen?" Hannah called out in surprise, then frowned, "You--you're in the castle?"

"That's right! Professor Sprout invited me to cough and drink tea, you understand!" Owen, who pulled Malfoy over from the mountainside, smiled shyly.

"Drink—tea?"

Hannah, who had already heard of Owen's strange slang, immediately understood what he meant.

He was taken to solitary confinement by Professor Sprout again.

"I thought"

"Why?"

"Shut up. This is not your student party!" the Minister of Magic shook his authority and shouted loudly.

His eyes flashed sharply across Owen's face.Then he said to Professor Dumbledore with a tone of guilt: "Is this the student you teach?"

"Ok?"

"It seems that you are not a student of Dumbledore, oh~ you want to change the course?"

"Have I given you permission to speak?" He clenched his wand in his fist.

Yes, the fire in his heart was about to burn out his few rationalities.

Today is his most humiliating day.He must rebuild his prestige as the Minister of Magic in front of Hogwarts!

He didn't want to live the days of sending letters to Dumbledore every day asking if he should be in power.

"What a majestic official! Mr. Minister." Owen waved lightly, and the golden crown floating in the air seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and it fell directly on the tip of his hair.

"You-" Fudge's eyelids twitched slightly.

I have tried it just now. No matter how hard I try, magic and physics cannot shake the Ravenclaw golden crown suspended in the air.

"Ah~ this!" Owen tapped the gem on the golden crown on his head with his wand.He smiled and replied: "You have to gain its approval. Does the heir of Ravenclaw understand?"

Hmmm - Professor Dumbledore's little trick is really useful.

"The heir of Ravenclaw? What can that do?" Fudge squinted and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an heir in Hogwarts in the past.

But that was the heir of Slytherin.

Could it be?

The souls of the four founders have been lurking in the castle, waiting for an opportunity to choose their perfect successor?

——There are rumors that the mysterious person who ravaged the British wizarding world back then seems to have an inexplicable relationship with Salazar Slytherin.

If he was the fabled heir of Slytherin.

That - believe in the heights he has achieved!

If Hogwarts had a way of making wizards extraordinary, whatever it was had to be under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

No matter what, he must take away the golden crown today.

"I suggest you don't ask." Owen stretched out his bare right hand, glanced at it and said, "It's getting late today, you should go back to bed!"

"Boy!" Fudge raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, "Who do you think you are talking to?"

"Maybe you've all forgotten. I'm the Minister of Magic! One word from me can get you out of Hogwarts, and even England!"

"Oh~ you are so brave~" Owen held up the wand in his right hand and tapped his left hand.

His eyes were narrowed, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Now he is Owen, not Witch Lani.

The young lady would never get angry, use such frivolous words, or use the Unforgivable Curse, but he would~

because he doesn't care~

See you in Azkaban!

No big deal, anyway, I went there with acquaintances and all of them are talented people. I really liked the people there.

"It's a pity that I only deserve to smell my grandpa's fart!"

"What did you say?"

"What did I say, are you deaf? You don't look very old, why can't your ears work well, why don't you also go to St. Elizabeth's Hospital for recuperation?"

As he said that, Owen stretched out his wand, pointed at Fudge's head and said, "Is your cerebellum underdeveloped or your brain underdeveloped? Could it be that the promotion of the Ministry of Magic is based on brains?"

"Why did you, the minister, come here? Don't you have any idea?"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It's all the pity of the old principal. It's a charity. If you find it, you're lucky. If you don't get away, you'll find trouble for the principal all day long. Do you think you have any brain problems?"

"You!" Hearing the sound, Fudge stared angrily, his eyes seemed to be able to spew fire.

And the expressions of the surrounding Aurors are even more exciting.

One will be red and the other will be black.

But they were all shocked by what this little wizard said out of nowhere.

When I got the number of papers, I was stunned for a moment and said, "Fuck."It's really easy. I feel like any junior high school student can take the exam, but I can't.