I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 145 I love watching girls fight the most

Owen jumped onto the table, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head arrogantly.

"Is this Beauxbatons?"

"For those who don't know, you think this is a gathering place for dark wizards? They are all rubbish, and you still have to use dark magic to deal with me, a weak, pitiful and helpless third-year wizard? You have totally embarrassed Nicoléme. Got it!"

"What did you say!" All the little wizards around him stood up angrily, all of them staring angrily!

They looked at Owen and wanted to bite him to death.

"What? You don't accept it! Come out and challenge me!" Owen raised an international friendly gesture towards him in an extremely noisy manner.

"After all, you guys are too weak! Really too weak! I don't even have the desire to make a move. Excuse me, how did you become so useless?" Owen shook his head while contemptuously.

"If I were you, I would have killed you with a piece of tofu."

"What did you say! Try saying it again!"

"Try!!!" Owen looked sideways at him, "What did I say!"

"Enough!" At this moment, Fu Rong, who couldn't bear it anymore, was gloomy, and finally couldn't sit still.

She stood up slowly, like a god—ah—no, Merlin—well—not right—then, Nicolome's carefully carved features were covered with frost.

"Although Vianney was wrong, you should not insult our Beauxbatons."

She directed several boys to carry the embarrassing guy out of the auditorium.

Then he stared closely at Owen and said seriously and bluntly: "You have insulted our Beauxbatons over and over again, and you must pay the price today!"

"The price, can you beat me?" Owen chuckled.

Never mind about it.

"Can't beat it?" A trace of determination flashed in the witch's eyes, "So what, I will definitely make you pay the price. Definitely!" Holding the wand with the core of her grandmother's hair, Hibiscus almost shouted and used the wand. The words were shouted.

"So, you still can't beat me! How can you still roar, and then use the magic protection and disarming spell of love to kill me? I am the head of Hogwarts, you can kill me, I'm so powerful Meow ate the table on the spot."

Owen pointed to the table at the bottom of his feet and jumped off.Then with a wave of his wand, he burned the table clean. Flags are of course undesirable.

It would be embarrassing if the opponent exploded and knocked him out.

"But I have a good idea."

Owen suddenly smiled mysteriously, pulled Hermione, who was still in a daze, and walked towards the outside of the auditorium.

"Come on, one-on-one outside the house!"

He glanced at Sister Fleur provocatively, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly. His voice and smile seemed to have a sharp knife piercing the hearts of the little Beauxbatons wizards. They were so angry that they didn't think about it at all, and just gathered around and followed. out.

Outside the courtyard, in the flower garden, Owen and Hermione were confronting everyone.

Before Furong could speak, he spoke first: "Don't say I bully you, I, Owen, never fight with women."

"The one next to me, Miss Hermione Granger, Hogwarts four houses, Gryffindor head, the proud student of Professor McGonagall of Transfiguration, and the student with the highest expectations given by Professor Flitwick, the professor of charms , Gryffindor is known as the House of Courage, and it has the strongest combat power in the entire academy." Owen opened his mouth and came, catching Gryffindor and bragging, anyway, whether the other party believed it or not, he believed it!

"And Miss Granger is the spiritual heir of Godric Gryffindor. Compared to Sister Fleur, Chief Beauxbaton is not bad!"

"What do you mean!" There was a look of seriousness in Furong's moon-like eyes. Although the little witch looked flustered, since the devil had such a high opinion of her, it was by no means a simple thing!

"If you can defeat her, I will immediately apologize to Beauxbatons in front of all of you." Owen crossed his arms and crossed his chest, "But, if you lose, haha——"

"I won't lose!" Fleur raised her wand and pointed at Hermione from a distance.

"Don't be so confident! Miss Granger is very strong." Owen said lazily, he opened his arms across his chest, stretched them behind his back, and slapped Hermione's hand that was holding him down.

You are very strong, you believe me, Owen turned his head and gave him a look.

Seeing this, Hermione looked bewildered.

What are you talking about!I can't understand a word of it!

Worried about the Spick Hard Isolation Room?

"How about it, do you dare to take it?"

"I have nothing to dare."

"Okay, I just like a cheerful girl like you!" After saying that, Owen raised his feet to get out of the duel field, but until he stepped back, Hermione's hand was still holding on to the corner of his clothes and wouldn't let go.

At first, he thought it was the little girl who was shy.

Owen, with some doubts in his heart, frowned and looked at Hermione, it shouldn't be!

The three courtyards besieged Ravenclaw Tower, and she was the one who led the charge.

Afterwards, there was a chaotic battle in the four courts, and Hermione even overwhelmed a group of senior wizards. Her spells were fast and tricky, and she dominated the world by herself.

Otherwise, why would he let Hermione duel with Fleur?

"Is there a possibility, I mean, maybe, maybe, I don't understand French very well?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at Owen with a bad expression.

Although she looked confused throughout the whole process, from the expressions and postures between the two of them, it could be roughly inferred that this guy must have caused trouble again.

Hermione didn't quite understand this. He was obviously unfamiliar with this place, so couldn't he just be a little calmer?

Can they stop until they are hunted down by the whole academy?

"Oh! It's okay, I just accepted a wizard duel for you. Take it easy, beat Slytherin and others like you usually do, and beat them today—er, Sister Furong's beautiful face is not easy to do, um. Forget it— —Anyway, you should keep your sense of proportion."

"???" Hermione froze at the sound.

You agreed to a duel on my behalf?

Why is your face so big!

If you want to die, please go by yourself, don't take me with you.

Save a while, Professor Dumbledore will come over, and I will be hurt when I beat you!

And - what Hua Rongyue

Hermione turned sideways to avoid Owen's figure, and looked over there.

Oh my God - she's so beautiful.

Under the moonlight, the stern-faced Hibiscus seemed like a fairy descending to earth, with a graceful figure, straight and slender legs, and long pale silver hair hanging down on her shoulders, looking elegant and refined.

She is like a white rose in full bloom, and people can't take their eyes off her.Hermione's eyes froze for a moment.

"Hi! You're back to your senses!" Owen snapped his fingers several times in front of Hermione, and the little girl struggled out of the beauty of others.

"You and her, have you offended someone?" Hermione's cheeks turned slightly red after she came to her senses, and then she subconsciously said good things to her enemy.

There was no way, the image of Owen in her heart had already been associated with the word arrogance and domineering, and Hermione subconsciously thought it was the boy in front of her who picked the head.

"She attacked me first, okay?" Owen rolled his eyes at the little witch, and then waved to signal the other party to wait a moment.

The coach is discussing tactical OB!

Then, like this, like this, told Hermione the cause and effect (cut version) of the matter.

"So that's how it is!" Hermione finally understood the dispute that started from the British Quidditch match and continued to France. In France, it was Beauxbaton's little wizard who first troubled Owen. His sister also sneaked up on him.

But—"I didn't bring my wand!"

Hermione whispered.

"What's the matter—wait, what did you say?" Owen thought he had heard it wrong, and quickly lowered his head and approached her to confirm: "No way! You didn't bring a wand? Are you still a wizard? How can there be a wizard who doesn't carry it with you?" With a wand!"

"I just took a shower, okay? You broke in suddenly." Owen suddenly leaned forward, suffocating the little witch, and her cheeks continued to heat up.

"But, I'm all set"

"How about you use my wand?" Owen took out his 'Elegy'.

"Can it work?" Hermione took the wand. She had never used other people's wands, and Owen's wand in her hand was very different from her own wand, which made her feel completely helpless.

"Damn it! That's not how you looked when you beat up seven or eight Slytherins by yourself!"

"That's not your fault." Hermione argued angrily.

"Oh, I believe it. You are obviously more excited than me when you beat someone up. After all, you are a Gryffindor. No matter how you pretend, you actually inherit the tyranny from Godric thousands of years ago in your heart."

"We Hufflepuffs are still kind."

"Cruel? Kind - does this word have anything to do with you?" The little witch rolled her eyes and looked at the annoying guy in front of her with disgust.

I really want to punch you brutally right now!

"Ha ha!"

Being stared at by Hermione's gloomy eyes, Owen felt a little numb, and he backed away with a fake smile.

He seemed to be afraid of her, and seemed to get out of the way.

Before leaving, Owen performed his final transfiguration on Hermione!

BGM should sound here:——

In an instant, the magic power changed her clothes again. I saw that the fluffy, purple long skirt suddenly tightened, and then two long silks were pulled out from the waist to wrap her white legs, and the silk transformed into a pair of slim trousers .

The white gauze on the neck suddenly grew bigger, and it transformed into wings in the air.

The unfolded butterfly suddenly waved, and when it fell on her body, it transformed into a white robe.

The small boots on her feet also changed their shape quickly, from high heels to flat soles in the blink of an eye.

"Don't look at it, no matter what, you are still a little wizard at Hogwarts! You can't be looked down upon. You are not fighting alone! At this time, Harry, Ron, Justin--well, forget it, Too much! Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Dumbledore are with you!"

Owen, who was retreating while casting a spell, had already arrived outside the flower garden when he said the last sentence.

"Come on! Granger! Come on! Granger!"

"Granger! Long live L('w')┘three└('w')!"

Owen, who was overjoyed, wanted to raise his flag and shout. He had already planned for the battle between the two best witches in the two major schools.

Hey!

I love watching girls fight.

Real fights: Sister hates~~~