I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 138 Dumbledore’s Troubles

Just when Owen was about to win Hibiscus, he suddenly saw two familiar figures approaching the Rose Covered Bridge in the distance with sharp eyes.

It should be Dumbledore and Madam Maxim who were attracted by the thunder.

Turning his head, he looked at the surrounding grass that was 'strewn with corpses', and Furong, who was panting heavily, with fear and anger in his eyes.

"Uh--I went too far!"

Owen suddenly felt a little flustered.

But that was just a slight tingle in his conscience that suddenly sprouted when he returned to his homeland.

He looked down at the wand in his hand, then at Fleur.

Then I immediately thought about it.

Then, under Fleur's shocked eyes, Owen slammed the wand in his hand towards her.

Then he patted his chest.

The gray petrified light instantly enveloped him.

Immediately, in Furong's beautiful blue eyes, Owen stared at his legs, screamed "Ah", and fell straight on the grass.

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Fleur, who didn't know why, subconsciously caught Owen's wand.Then he looked at the 'corpse' lying on the ground with doubtful eyes.

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What happened?

Why did he want the wand thrown to him?

In the wizarding world, turning in a wand is a very shameful and humble gesture. It has always been taken away by disarming, and rarely turned in on its own initiative.

For wizards, wands are their second life.

A wizard would value a wand more than a girlfriend.

At the European Wizarding Duel Conference.Give up the wand voluntarily, thinking that the opponent has completely surrendered and surrendered.

People generally call the duelist who would rather die than surrender and hold the spell a hero.

And the wizards who take the initiative to hand over the spell and bow and pray for defeat are called cowards.

As for Fleur, she couldn't figure out why the French traitor in front of her, who was able to defeat more than a dozen wizards at once, surrendered to herself.

This is not logical!

Of course, this question did not bother her for long.

Because soon, the headmaster she was most familiar with, with a handsome olive face and a black satin suit, appeared in front of her.

Madame Maxime stood side by side with Professor Dumbledore.

Her big, black, watery eyes looked around quickly.

His gaze flicked over the Quidditch players who fell to the ground, then Owen who was petrified, and finally Fleur, whose hair was scattered and doubts were written between his brows.

"Fleur!" Madame Maxime's voice had never been so harsh.

The beautiful young lady was startled by this sound, and then when she came back to her senses, she almost immediately understood Owen's abnormal behavior just now.

"Professor, I'm not, I'm not, he—"

"That's enough!" Madam Maxime stared at Fleur, her face showing disappointment that Fleur had never seen before, "You disappoint me so much."

"How could you treat Beauxbaton's guest like this! And he's only 13 years old! How dare you attack a student younger than you?"

"No——" Fleur still wanted to argue, but the angry Madame Maxim had lost her patience, "No matter what the purpose is, it's disgusting to use the big to bully the small!"

"Besides, I remember that I told you the truth about the incident in England." Madame Maxime's voice was lonely and low.

After that incident happened, she almost immediately found the young wizard involved and asked them what happened.

At that time, the little wizard Beauxbatons who was beaten up by Owen was still awake, and they told the principal what had happened.

Didn't lie about anything.

Although Mrs. Maxim was very angry with the rude little Hogwarts wizard, the fact was that the four sixth-year wizards in their college had not beaten a Hogwarts wizard who might have just been in his third year.

How could she ease her relationship with Dumbledore?

"What? You have to repeat it again! Don't you think we are not ashamed enough?"

It was evident that she too had been worn out by the events in England of late.

As the headmaster of Bubaston, the pressure she endured was unimaginable for this group of innocent little wizards.

Almost immediately after she heard that Nicolas May had invited Dumbledore to France, she wrote to request Nick to change the meeting place to Burbaston, which she hoped would improve relations with Hogwarts.

At least the impact of this matter can be minimized.

But now——her best student, together with the group of silly children with hormonal agitation, beat up that child once.

Regardless of whether they win or not, if the news spreads, their reputation as a Bubbaston will be gone.

How can this not make her angry.

Fu Rong, who was half sitting on the ground, stared at her principal in a daze.

His mind was filled with that harsh rebuke.

Those big, bright, light blue eyes gradually became misty.

Big tears ran across his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Angry, unwilling, and humiliated, she, who was proud, had never received such a huge blow.

Suddenly, Fu Rong's eyes suddenly looked at Owen who was lying on the ground with the corpse.

She tightly grasped the boy's wand, biting her lip with her white teeth, as if she was about to bleed!

She swears that one day, one day, she, Fu Rong, will return all the humiliation she received today!By Delacour!

"Hey~"

Seeing the little French girl staring at Owen, Professor Dumbledore sighed, "It's so good to be young and able to love hurts, but more melancholy!"

He has already regretted it.

I regret bringing Owen out.

With his little tricks, he was able to deceive Mrs. Maxim, a cute new player who had never met such a thick-skinned player. As Dumbledore, who had witnessed him entrap countless little wizards with his own eyes, how could he not see it?

The old principal could tell at a glance that Owen, who was lying on the ground, was pretending.

Look at him, the smile on his lips hasn't even gone away.

It had been less than an hour since he arrived at Beaubaston, and this child had caused him so much trouble!

After this day.

If the kid gets into trouble in the future, just don't tell the professors.

Dumbledore suddenly understood Professor McGonagall's distress.

At Hogwarts, he was in front of the shopkeeper, and the specific affairs of the campus were handled by Professor McGonagall. I didn’t feel so deeply in the past.

Now as soon as he stepped out of Hogwarts, he felt the same immediately.

However - there are two sides to words and two sides to things.

Although Owen caused a lot of trouble, it also made Dumbledore see many problems with Bubaston School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The dueling skills of these children are a bit weak!

You know, after a whole year of intimidation by their professors, most of the little wizards at Hogwarts have significantly improved their magical skills.

Like the petrified little wizards in front of him, Dumbledore felt that at least half of the little wizards in Hogwarts could hide. Of course, they might just dodge and dodge, not everyone can release the armor Curse.

But that's ahead of Bubaston, isn't it?

When he thought of this, the old principal's complexion became inexplicably better, and a smile slowly filled the corners of his mouth.

The little wizards at Bubaston School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are still too immature. It is not uncommon for a dozen people to besiege a person at Hogwarts. beast!

Professor Flitwick was in pain and joy.On the one hand, the enthusiasm of the little wizards in their academy to learn dueling skills will increase exponentially. On the other hand, the originally quiet and indifferent Eagle Academy is becoming Gryffindor by leaps and bounds, which makes him a headache.

However, Professor Flitwick's pain did not last long.

For soon, Professor Sprout shared his pain.

Bite kale is ripe.

At this time, the little wizard who let himself go completely fell into madness.

The little wizards of the four colleges couldn't play glue.

Dozens of catties of vegetable leaves can be produced in the castle every day

There have been several school-wide brawls alone, and Owen was involved in them, which is why Minerva turned away when she saw the kid.

In the end, although it was the Slytherins who won the Academy Cup, it was because of Snape's crazy extra points. Their winning score this year was only a pitiful 320 seven points.

This score was at the bottom of previous years.Not even the bottom, the lowest score in previous years was around 390 points.

One can imagine how fierce the little wizards fought this year.

Cough cough——Thinking of this, the face of the old headmaster fell down again. The four colleges in Hogwarts were fighting each other, which seemed to be nothing glorious.

Although his student improvement plan this year was very successful, it also made the college more fragmented. I really don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

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When Owen woke up again, it was already the next day.

The cruel Dumbledore actually cast a few more petrification spells on him, leaving him alone and 'frozen' for a whole day.

"Stingy~" Owen curled his lips as he moved his stiff body, feeling a bit resentful toward Dumbledore in his heart. Haven't we already dealt with it?

It's enough to just stand aside and watch the show, so how can you bully others!

"Oh~ you're awake." It was a hoarse and low voice made by the wind blowing through the dry wood.

Owen watched the figure come trotting all the way from the stairs. He was wearing a gray robe that was common to nobles in the last century or the last century.

The dry-stirred body makes people think that this is a living mummy.

"Huu~" He walked only a few feet, but he was out of breath. When he got close to Owen, he held his shoulders very unceremoniously and gasped for breath.

"I-yes, I am Nicoléme, Dumbledore should have mentioned me." He stretched out his other hand, then greeted Owen with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Owen, Owen Sanchez." The Dark Lord cautiously stretched out his hand, but it only touched Nick's hand. He didn't dare to actually hold the brittle bone master's hand, in case it got banged. , others will still say that he does not respect the elderly and loves the young.

"You look really young, I guess it must be no more than 370 five years old"