I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 155 A megaphone?Hidden line?spy?It’s just idle chess!

Peter Pettigrew, after glancing at Owen, his first reaction was to run away.

Ahead is Knockturn Alley.

He was very familiar with this road, especially in those dark ages. He had walked here countless times.

He is confident, as long as he walks two or three street corners.You can completely shake off the boy behind you.

Thinking in his mind, he stepped forward and rushed into the remote alley.

"call out"!

Suddenly, a green death light passed by his cheek, almost touching his face.

The beard on the right side of Peter's face even felt the cold temperature of the curse.

The shrill cries of countless creatures before death rang in my ears.

"Bang, don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

He fell directly to the ground because his legs were weak.His whole face rushed directly into the muddy ditch on the side of the road.

But his mouth was always full of muddy sewage, he began to shout in a sharp hoarse voice.

But behind him, Owen was unhurried. While using the magic spell to disperse the rainwater dripping from his body, he propped up a transparent umbrella again.

Then he walked over slowly.

"Run, why didn't you run?"

"Oh, maybe you're showing me you have legs?"

Come on, a red magic spell flew out from the tip of his right finger and hit Peter's left foot with precision.

Cutting spell.

Charms are so common that they don't even count as Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Because it has so many counter-curses, any object cut by it can be repaired using a repair spell.

Of course, this spell can also be used on wizards.Repairs can be repaired, but pain is real.

"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly sounded, but the sound wave seemed to be blocked by some invisible wall and did not spread out.

"Missing the right finger and cutting off the left toe. What a perfect symmetry." The devil pressed forward step by step, his tone colder than the rain.

"Please, please, don't." Peter Pettigrew fell into the mire.

He looked back at Owen.

His eyes were full of horror and fear.

Owen looked at him with peace of mind.

There was ridicule written all over his face.

This bedbug is like this, he respects you first and then exploits you later. Don't look at how desolate he is now, but once he has the ability to bite you back, he will not hesitate.

"The smell of earth, is it very fragrant?" Owen looked at him jokingly, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

Immediately, the right leg exerted a strong force, and a whip leg kicked the bedbug far away.

Then he stuck his boots out of the umbrella and let the rain wash them away.

"You dirty my boots sir."

"Well, I don't want to continue playing this kind of game," he said.

"Sirius escaped from Azkaban, I think you should know!"

"Guess who told him the news that you are still alive?" There was an unstoppable smile on the boy's face.

But in the eyes of Peter Pettigrew.

The boy who looked like a hellish demon was squeezing out a large group of demons from his shadow, biting and roaring towards him.

As for him, he was just a lone boat in the sea, and he would be overturned by the sea at any time, and then drowned.

"I..." He didn't want to speak, and he didn't want to look directly into the eyes of that evil spirit.

But Peter knew better.

Yes, he is very clear.

The boy had been in Azkaban more than a month ago, and if anyone could tell Sirius the news, it could only be him.

"You're not sincere at all." Owen glanced at Peter's panicked face, thinking of ten thousand ways to torture him, but he didn't do anything.

"The soul is out of the body!" The bright blue light ball hit Peter's body, and then he had no time to resist, and his consciousness fell into a cloud of fog.

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Sharp, can not see the fog in any direction.

rising from all directions.

It was like water mist, completely covering Peter's sight.

He fled like a headless chicken in the mist.

He wants to escape.

But there were no roads in all directions, and he had no idea where to go.

And just when he was confused, suddenly, the misty ground appeared like water ripples on the surface of a lake, and then stone stairs slowly rose up, and a road with no end suddenly appeared.

Anyone who sees this road can't help but subconsciously walk up it.

Because you have no way out!

And when Peter, like most normal people, stepped on the stone ladder.

When he took the first step, an ethereal and unquestionable voice sounded in the void: "Go to Azkaban, go rescue Bellatrix Lestrange, you know what to do, Ah Nimagus, and a portkey."

"The dementors were all lured out by Sirius, you must hurry, go!"

On the wet street corner, Owen watched Peter change from man to beast again.

snort!

He doesn't expect Bella to be his eyeliner, in fact Owen never trusts anyone.

Besides, he just cut that deformed love out of Bella's heart.

As for Bella now, or in the future, whether she is still loyal to Voldemort——

Hehe - it's none of his business.

Play chess!

You can't expect every step to come in handy.

Laying a chess piece is all about an opportunity, maybe this chess piece will bear good results?

There was a sneer in his heart, and he held the mouse in his hand again.

Owen was even very generous, kind-hearted, and holy-hearted, and cut off the severed finger in the mud for him.

Huh - someone is coming.

"Hey, what is Owen doing with Scabbers?" Ron and Harry came over together.

"Try the medicine!" Owen casually threw the muddy mouse to Ron.

"Experimental drug?"

"I learned a lot of useful potions and powerful refreshing potions from Nicholas. Look, has the mouse regained its energy?" Owen smiled like a normal child.

"Really?" Ron looked suspiciously at the mouse in his hand.

Needless to say, he was indeed in much better spirits.

Look at its eyes, piercing!

"Hehe~"

"By the way, Owen, I wrote to you before to ask about Sirius."

After Ron got his mouse, they walked towards Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in the rain.

There their textbooks for the new semester arrive.

"Don't worry about this, you will know soon." Owen said ambiguously.

Patted Harry on the shoulder.

Peter Pettigrew is still useful, and now is not the best time to make his crimes public.

There's got to be a big fight - someone better be in danger!

He's saving everyone, uh-huh - like first grade, second grade!

That's what makes it perfect, doesn't it?

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Compared with the second grade, the third grade has many more courses.

Includes two elective courses.

Hogwarts has six elective courses, and ordinary wizards only need to choose two of them to get the OWLs certificate.

Intuitively speaking, for most wizards who do not enter the highly dangerous and professional positions of Auror, elective courses are just for credits.

As for Owen, Dumbledore booked his elective courses for him during the summer vacation.

The headmaster personally set the curriculum for him, really caring enough

Of course, if you know the details, this is not going to be liked by any student (Bad student Owen was never a good student.)

The three courses are respectively.

His grandfather chanted the magical animal protection class.

Ancient runes specifically instructed by Dumbledore.

And Alchemy, a course that was originally only available in sixth grade.

Everyone else has two majors, especially Harry and Ron. One is Divination just to earn credits, and the other Magical Beasts is just to earn credits.

As for him, Dumbledore directly helped him set three doors.

Among them, ancient runes and alchemy are the most difficult courses at Hogwarts.

This makes Owen, who has always been like a salted fish, very upset.

then

As he grumbles.

The old principal backhandedly added another course to him—divination class!

The reason given by the professor is that you are still very energetic!

Don't prepare new courses at this time, there is still time to complain to him

Got it!

Owen, who was happy to take four courses, instantly became the hardest student in the third grade except Hermione.

wrong!

Considering the difficulty of the course, he is harder than Hermione!

----A few days later.

The last day of August.

The start of school has arrived as scheduled.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he hurried to King's Cross Station

As for why.

"Hi! Here!"

Owen had just passed through the wall when he saw the train gate, and Hannah waved to him happily.

"How was your summer vacation?" Hannah ran to him, and naturally took the suitcase in her hand.

"Very well, Beauxbatons looks prettier than Hogwarts." Well, except for the few days he was in Azkaban, he sent letters to Hannah the rest of the time.

Among them is the matter in France, after all, he has nothing to hide.

"Really?" Envy flashed in her eyes, and she boarded the train with Owen one after the other.

"But you must have made a big fuss in Beauxbatons, right!" Hannah knew Owen very well. He went to Azkaban for a few days because of those little French wizards. He would definitely take the opportunity to take revenge when he went to France. of.

Even, there will be fights that day.

He never revenged overnight, because he reported revenge on the same day.

"Do you understand academic exchanges? I did it to promote the development of magic between schools. To put it mildly, I wanted to let them know that there are people and gods outside the sky. To put it bluntly, I was making a contribution to the future of magic in Greater Europe." Owen He started his daily chatter again.

The chatter didn't stop from the moment I boarded the train until I entered the compartment.

"Without my Owen's contribution to the wizarding world's century-old plan, he would be a fart! Besides, am I that rude? Why did you open your mouth and I made a big fuss about Beauxbatons, did you see—er—no, you are treating me Malicious inherent prejudice, you are personal discrimination, you discriminate against me."

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In the cubicle, the other two young wizards who were idle looked at Owen who walked into the cubicle with smiles on their faces.

came back!

All are back!

How familiar this chatter is!

"Uh, why did you all come so early?"

Looking at Justin and Luna who were already sitting in the cubicle, Owen picked up his empty left watch. It was only ten o'clock—ten fifty-nine o'clock!

Departure at eleven o'clock, what's the hurry!