I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 144 Is this Beauxbatons?

The table in Beauxbaton's auditorium was covered with all kinds of delicacies from France. Owen, who was not at all polite, grabbed a piece of unknown gorgeous cake and put it in his mouth. It looked like he was in Hogwarts. .

Hermione didn't know why Owen was so calm.

She sat upright on the chair, with a pair of round eyes constantly looking around.

It's not just the gorgeous decoration of this auditorium.

She was even more observing the wizards of Beauxbatons.

Ever since Hermione walked into this elegant and magnificent auditorium, the hazy beauty on the road disappeared in an instant.

All the eyes from all directions fell on her, and the malicious eyes made Hermione feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in her back, like a thorn in her throat.

This reminded her involuntarily of a few months ago, when the four colleges were at their most tense, once again she woke up early to go to the auditorium for breakfast. There was no one at the Gryffindor table that day, and Slytherin There were more than a dozen wizards in the third and fourth grades sitting there.

At that time, they also looked at themselves with such eyes.

Well - what happened next?

later

Later, she taught those guys a lesson, and after that, no Slytherin wizards below the fourth year came to trouble her.

"Eat! If you don't eat, it will get cold!" Owen continued to greet, but Hermione still sat motionless.

Eat, eat, eat, you big-headed ghost!eat!

Haven't you seen the eyes of Beauxbaton's little wizard who wants to eat you?

Why is this guy so big-hearted?

In any case, it was in other schools, it was nothing compared to Hogwarts.

"Hey! You're not welcome here!" Just as Hermione was sitting in jail, a stern voice suddenly sounded from behind her. (French)

It was a boy, a tall, handsome boy with pale blond hair that stuck to his ears.His eyes are proud.

More importantly, the magic robe on his body is slightly different from that of other little wizards. The blue robe has a gold border.

At first glance, it looks like a prefect or a student council president or something.

"That." Hermione was about to stand up and explain.

But Owen's voice has already come, "Does Beauxbaton's family open? If you don't welcome me, you have to leave? Who are you?"

"I am the president of the Boys' Student Union." The boy looked at Owen with a sullen face and cold eyes.

He wasn't there when Owen made a fuss about Beauxbaton last time. He was in the library preparing for the Ministry of Magic's Auror assessment in the second half of the year.

Regarding that battle, he was just hearing about it, and he hadn't personally experienced it, so his attitude towards Owen was only a little wary, and it didn't reach the level of fear.

Of course, there are other reasons why he hates Owen, and everyone can guess

And now, there is one more.

Because just now when Hermione wanted to get up to explain, he was able to notice the amazingly beautiful girl next to him.

She was wearing a lilac-like lavender dress, a swan-like neck was covered with a white gauze, her beautiful long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and a pair of clear and star-studded brown hair spread out between her eyebrows. Eye.

There was a reserved smile on the girl's face. Although she was not as beautiful as Furong, she could still compare with her.

"Um, how can you, Beauxbaton's student union president, control my Hogwarts wizard? Besides, I'm your headmaster's guest."

Owen buried his head and drank his meal, and then waited for a long time without replying.

"Ok?"

He raised his head in confusion, and saw the student council president again.

In an instant, countless schemes emerged from the bottom of his dark heart.

As expected of you!Miss Granger is so charming!

"You've come back to your senses!" Owen snapped his fingers, staring at the hemiplegic who was caught in Hermione's charm with a half-smile.

"My Gryffindor lion is not something a scumbag like you can provoke."

"?" Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Owen dangerously.

You are scolding me, right!

I don't understand French, but you just called me by my name!

You definitely didn't say anything nice!

Nasty!

"Is it recommended to look in the mirror to see if you are worthy when pursuing someone else?"

"What's none of your business?" The boy didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the idiot's eyes just now, Parisian, romance is in his blood.

"It's none of my business, but to prevent you from being beaten, I'm still very kind to you, don't use what you Bubaston did to the little wizards of Hogwarts. We are not so 'tolerant' '."

Owen is really not telling lies.

Under the increasingly tense atmosphere of the four major academies, any disturbance may set off an academy war.

This includes the outrageous excuse that the boys in your academy took an extra look at the girls in our academy.

After all, it’s just to find a reason to fight, who cares what the reason is.

"That's enough!" the boy yelled, then took out the wand from his waist and said to Owen: "You are not allowed to insult our Beauxbatons anymore. If you are a wizard, then we will see the real trick under the wand. Let me see how Huo What are the abilities of Gwartz’s wizards?”

He smiled coldly: "Dumbledore wouldn't even tell you what a duel is, right?"

"Yo Yo Yo, a wizard who is about to grow up, challenge me a weak and helpless Hogwarts wizard, wow! You can really say it."

"Hmph! I don't think a fifth- or sixth-grade wizard who can defeat 'more than a dozen' would be a weak character." The boy deliberately pronounced the words "more than a dozen" very seriously. It was obvious that he was disappointed with Owen's record. Be skeptical.

"You——" Owen stood up slowly (found that he was not tall enough)—oh—no——slowly stood on the chair, staring at the boy in front of him condescendingly, "If you want to fight me, why don't you Not qualified!"

"Sister Furong over there, don't you care? The president of the student union in your school is bullying people!!! Hey! The wizard of Beauxbatons is bullying people!!!"

Owen screamed strangely at the same time.

And Hermione, who was with him, already wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Although she couldn't understand what Owen and the boy were talking about - (French)

However, she could probably guess from Owen's behavior on Peeves' upper body!

Ah~ God!Why, why am I humiliated here.Why! !

On the other side of the auditorium, Fu Rong, who was called by Owen's first name, looked even more ugly. Her beautiful brows were frowned together, and her whole body exuded an aura called melancholy.

But she didn't respond to Owen's yell from the beginning to the end.

Maybe it was because the student council president had pestered her for too long, and she planned to take this opportunity to see this guy rotten.

Owen poked in thought.

"Enough! Enough!! Enough!!!" The guardian's eager dog suddenly barked. He held the wand tightly, with veins even protruding from his forehead. "I order you to take out the wand, you bastard!" Poor Brit!"

"Hey! I won't, if you have the guts to beat me up! Also, your father is French."

"What? You are French!" The boy was very surprised. At that moment, even the goddess' anger at being insulted stopped for a moment.

"Old Paris is white flag."

"Traitor!" This time he stepped on the boy's dog's tail again, and his furious expression was even stronger than before. He slapped Owen in the face, and began to yell and curse in poor French vocabulary.

And Owen did not show weakness, and even his firepower was stronger, and the three languages ​​of French, English, and Chinese echoed each other, and all kinds of short sentences that humiliated his mother came out of his mouth.

So soon a spectacle appeared in the auditorium.

In this holy place of magic, two wizards, one holding a wand, one pointing fingers, one standing on the ground, one standing on a chair, one looking up, and one condescending, doing crazy oral gymnastics with each other.

The scolding lasted for several minutes, and gradually the dog licking's combat effectiveness began to decline, and his dry vocabulary had bottomed out, while Owen had only consumed a wave of French vocabulary, and English and Chinese were still gaining momentum!

Little bastard, fighting with the young master.

You are too tender!

"Ah~"

The licking dog, who was so angry that he vomited blood, suddenly became angry from embarrassment. He yelled, and a dark green light suddenly appeared on the tip of his wand, and some kind of mournful scream sounded like whispering.

"Ok?"

Owen moved faster than him.

Before he could finish reciting the curse, he swiped and kicked him in the liver. Then before the stupid dog could bite him back, the devil pounced forward and punched the stupid dog holding the wand. 's right hand.

"Crack!" It sounded like a broken bone.

"Ah~~~" Then came the screams that resounded through the auditorium.

Then Owen took advantage of the momentum and exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, turning around in a circle, turning his right fist into a chapter, and slapped the left face of that dead idiot with a big fist.

"The Killing Curse?" Hermione paled in shock.

He got up quickly and began to look for his wand.

Then - what's embarrassing is that her clothes were transformed by Owen's transformation, and the wand she put on the inside of her coat is still in the hotel!

"No." Owen grabbed the bow tie of the idiot under him, pulled him up with his left hand, and greeted him back and forth with his right hand.

Hit the dog thing and spattered its teeth.

"But also some kind of evil jinx."

Seriously, Owen is getting a little angry.

When little wizards fight, although he is extremely arrogant, he will never kill him. He rarely even uses black magic, and ancient magic has never been used on little wizards.

But the half-adult wizard in front of him, who was fifty or sixty years older than him, actually used black magic on himself, which was a kind of cruelty.

Immediately, his hand became stronger again.

Until the idiot took in more air but not out more.

Only then did Owen stop what he was doing.

Grabbing his neck with both hands, he threw it high with force.

A flying kick in the air, full of strength.

The idiot broke three tables before he could stop.

The whole person, with his head on his legs, was stuck in the last table in a gong shape.

"Is this Beauxbatons?"

The corner of Owen's mouth raised a very mocking smile.

He bent down, lowered his head, picked up the scattered golden tablecloth embroidered with the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry emblem from the ground, wiped the blood in his hands and said.

He raised his head, with a rebellious expression, and stared at everyone present with indifferent eyes.