I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 151: Irving is good at closing the door!

"Where should we go?"

After the humiliating meal, Owen dragged Hermione on the way to the library.

"Where are you going?" He rolled his eyes, and Hermione looked a little shy. "Look at you now. Although you look good, you wasted too much time on those lip glosses, you know? This is a school of wizardry and magic that is different from Hogwarts, a treasure waiting to be discovered! Look at you. Where are you spending your energy?"

He criticized severely.

The reason is of course not because she ate alone and didn't call him

No!

Absolutely not!

"Huh?" Hermione raised her pretty face slightly, and a trace of doubt flickered between her brows.

The French romantic atmosphere in my heart made the door slightly open and the door closed slightly.

"Ah what! Of course I'm going to go to Nick for a refreshing drink to wake up my head first, and then go to the library to continue copying books!" Owen said matter-of-factly: "You don't want me to be alone. Just work! Let me tell you, it’s a beautiful idea!”

With a "bang", the door in Hermione's heart slammed shut, and then the sense of shame on her face gradually receded, and then she asked in an uncertain and tentative tone, "So that's why you're angry?"

"Then what else?" Owen glanced back at her, "You should still roll me like a week ago! Hey, I like the way you study hard! Do you know? When you are studying, the way you concentrate is the most important thing. Most attractive!"

"Crack!"

This time, not only did the gate close, she even added a lock!

"Hehe~" the little witch sneered.

Just now, she actually had the slightest expectation for the stone in front of her!

Really.

How can I be so naive!

Feeling that the girl behind him gradually became quiet, Owen did not stop chattering, "Stay away from that Fleur and see what she has taught you! Choosing jewelry? How to put on makeup? How to dress?"

"Enough, it's all a capitalist trap! It's temptation, it's Satan, it's the devil!

Can your choice of jewelry help you defeat Fudge and his Aurors?No way!

How Makeup Makes Your Slytherin Wow?Can't either!

Can dressing up keep you on the throne of Gryffindor's strongest witch?Not to mention!

See, these are the unimportant things that only a fool would pursue in his most vigorous years.

You have to keep in mind that only improving the inner is fundamental.

Have you learned any spells this week?

Have you gained any knowledge of magic?

Have you grown?

No!

Not at all!

She just wants to drive the devil in your heart into her hell. Do you think I can't see it?She's taking advantage of you!Little girl!

You must always be vigilant and never be tempted by her sweet words! ! ! "

All the way until the door of the library was pushed open, Owen's chatter finally stopped.

Hermione rubbed her callused ears, looked at the table with piles of manuscripts in front of her, and was slightly dazed. Has Owen copied so many?

Obviously when she left, this guy was crazy and lazy and finished one or two books.

Hermione sat back in the chair.

Pick up a scroll that Owen just copied, and open it.

The wonderful text in front of me is constantly changing and combining, like a doll nested together, complex and difficult to understand.

Alright~ the little witch has to admit that she has been a little slack recently.

but--

The blush on my cheeks is about to rise again.

That—it’s okay to relax properly!

she thinks.

"Stay here and don't run around." Owen warned seriously, then turned around and was about to leave the library.

He had to go to Nick for a pick-me-up.

It wasn't for Hermione.

Are you kidding me, does Charm Magic need a refresher?do you need?

Isn't that something that can be cleared with a wave of a magic wand?

Ma Dan, the refreshing potion is for himself, he hasn't slept for 27 hours.

But even though he worked so hard, he still had a little bit of difficulty in realizing Dumbledore's grand plan of evacuating Beauxbaton's treasures.

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"This kind of stabilizer can stabilize the blood vessels in these hybrid magical animals, making them gradually calmer and gentler. However, this is not a therapeutic drug. It can only calm the blood vessels, but it cannot prevent the final collapse of the blood vessels."

"Also—Albus, I don't know if this is useful to the human body." In Nick's safe house, two old men with white beards were circling Bacal who was sleeping on the table.

This Australian blue-eyed white dragon has been studied by Nick for two weeks as a test subject.

Apart from reproduction, they already knew enough about other aspects.

"You know, the human body is much more fragile than magical animals." Nick had a glass of green earth-colored, cloudy, thin liquid that seemed to be mixed with mud in his hand.

"So what will happen?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"I will fall asleep for a long, long time."

"Asleep?" The old headmaster was taken aback for a moment, what kind of aftereffect was this, and when he saw Nick's gaze, he knew that it was his old friend who was joking with him.

"Haha - take it easy Albus, do you still remember the days when we studied the blood of fire dragons together? Great discoveries always appear inadvertently."

"I know, I know." Professor Dumbledore sighed silently, he knew that he was too anxious recently.

However, the burden on him is getting heavier and heavier.

The more he understood, the more he realized that he seemed to never be able to deal with those things.

Summer vacation is coming to an end.

He would also use his last few days to explore the forests of Albania.

Voldemort - Gellert - and some hidden news.

He needs to confirm and falsify.

While Professor Dumbledore was deep in thought.

"Bang!" A sound.

Owen kicked open any door, and rushed in hastily.

"Rejuvenating potion, refreshing potion, where is my refreshing potion!" With thick dark circles under his eyes, he raised his hands high, and walked towards the table shaking his head.

It looked like a zombie looking for food.

"On the table." The old principal didn't even raise his head.

Holding a long piece of parchment in his hand, he was frowning and thinking about something.

"This?" Owen pointed to the green earth-colored liquid.

"Yes." Nick replied.

"It doesn't look like it?"

"Strong, you know, I have many recipes for ancient potions."

"Really?" Owen picked up the cup with some confusion.

He put his nose in and took a sniff.

"Wow!" He almost spit out.

Very good, it smells like potions.

He raised his head and sighed.

Let the disgusting liquid flow into the throat

The taste was bitter and astringent, with a strong smell of rust, and it seemed that it had not been filtered, mixed with impurities like sand.

Altogether extremely nasty.

"This is really the worst potion I've ever drunk, it's just a little bit better than traditional Chinese medicine~~~"

With a "bang", before he finished speaking, he fell down with his legs weak, and made a loud sound when his head hit the corner of the table.

"Oh! It seems that the dose of medicine needs to be reduced." Nick nodded.

"Indeed, at least reduce it by half." Dumbledore also nodded, and then poured some more water into Owen's unfinished potion cup.

Stir, stir, hmm – it’s a brand new cup again!

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the other side of the ocean.

Very different from Owen.

Harry in the summer vacation is racking his brains to complete his summer homework.

If he knew that Owen was studying crazily in another magic academy, he would be jealous to death.

Harry had moved out of the Dursleys ever since he had given Aunt Marge a small lesson.

Now lives in the Leaky Cauldron.

Although he didn't know why he used magic outside the school, why the Ministry of Magic didn't come to him, or sent a warning letter like Owen did.

However, such doubts did not remain in Harry's little head for too long, and soon, the free summer vacation time would let him forget all his worries.

Now living a life where he can sleep when he wants, and eat when he wants, is simply a life like heaven for him.

Especially since he could go anywhere he wanted so long as it was inside Diagon Alley, the long cobbled street lined with the most fascinating magic shops in the world.

Harry had breakfast every morning at the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked to watch the other residents, the funny little witches from the country who came to do their shopping throughout the day.

Vulnerable-looking wizards argue over the latest article in Transfiguration Today, brutish wizards, boisterous gnomes.

Also, once, a man in a thick balaclava who looked suspiciously like a ghost ordered a plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Harry went to the backyard, took out his wand, tapped on the third brick from the left above the trash can, and stepped back to look at the archway that opened in the wall to Diagon Alley.

He walked past the store to eat under the brightly colored umbrellas outside the coffee shop, where his fellow diners exhibited each other's purchases or discussed the Sirius Black case.

Sirius Black, this was the name Harry heard the most this summer.

The proportion of appearances even surpassed Lockhart for a time.

This made him very curious.

So, Harry did the most wrong thing in this summer vacation.

He sent a letter to Owen

In fact, sending letters to Owen and asking questions has become Harry's habit. After spending a long time with Hermione Owen and the others, you will feel extremely dependent on them.

After all, a humanoid self-propelled encyclopedia is much more useful than looking up books on your own!

And Owen's reply was of course faster.

After Harry sent the letter, on the third day, a letter from France across the ocean arrived in Harry's hands.

Harry opened the letter happily, but from the first English word he saw, he regretted it.

——To Harry, who will definitely suffer a bloody disaster this semester.

--Hello