I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 158 Two-faced man?Sorry, I'm Bateman! (six thousand)

Owen stands in the Owl Tower.

Overlooking the mountains silent in the mist.

Then he glared with his legs, took a leap, and jumped straight off the tower.

Like a sharp sword.

And Dobby naturally followed. It grabbed Owen's shoulder in the air, and then, it directly apparated away!

The outskirts of Hogsmeade.

There is a shack that has been abandoned for a long time.

Very dilapidated inside and out, the rooms were dusty, the walls were chipped and the furniture looked smashed.

Everything is messed up.

Suddenly, a figure flashed outside the silent room.

Then he quickly broke through the wooden boards on the window and climbed into the shack.

The movement is coherent.

He hid behind the wall behind the window, secretly watching the dementors patrolling the sky in the corner.

Fortunately, the dementors did not notice his presence, which made the man sigh in relief.

He decided to use this house as his temporary habitat for the time being. He was seriously injured. No matter how strong his body was, it would take time to repair.

And this house, it fits perfectly.

He looked up and down at the house, which was in disrepair.

The man walked towards the stairs step by step.

At the same time as he put his feet on the wooden ladder in the attic, he heard the continuous "creaking" sound, which was so piercing and disturbing.

There were Aurors hunting him all around.

He used some tricks to convince those guys that he was fleeing towards England.

If any noise coming from here was detected by the dementors outside, then there was no possibility of him escaping.

He staggered up to the attic, and gently pushed open a wooden door.

In an instant, bursts of dust rose up around him, and his eyes turned into a mist.

And just as he stepped into the house a few steps, the wooden door behind him suddenly closed automatically.

Another puff of dust rose up in the room, and the man coughed slightly, then turned around and raised his wand.

"Ok?"

In the corner behind the door, a big black dog appeared.

The black dog stared angrily, and ferocious saliva flowed from the corner of its mouth from time to time.

"This?" Hogwarts is right next to it. It's normal for little wizards to keep a big black dog as a pet, but it shouldn't appear here.

Because school just started today.

Moreover, the man's eyes were slightly solemn, and he saw a very human expression in the big dog's eyes, nervous, angry, vigilant, and indifferent.

These are by no means the eyes of a normal, or even magical animal.

It's just too complicated.

Sirius looked warily at the man who suddenly broke in before him.

He was tall and thin, with platinum-blonde half-length hair, and his clothes seemed to be torn apart by something.

What surprised him even more was that at least half of the man's body was in the throbbing of blood and minced flesh, from his legs to half of his face.

He was seriously injured, an injury that would have been almost fatal for a human wizard, because half of his body was destroyed, including his heart.

But he is still alive, it is incredible!

Even in the stirring red fluid, new flesh is slowly growing.

Just very slowly.

Dangerous, terrible!

Sirius had never seen such a creature.

But from another perspective, this is an excellent opportunity.

A wizard, with a wand, who looks like he's being hunted, and who could be better to bully?

The big dog's black eyes were fixed on the man.

There were low, menacing gasps from his mouth.

Just as he was about to rush forward and grab the man's wand.

Suddenly, a move by the man forced him to stop.

I saw the tall, thin half-length man pointing his wand at the window.

The meaning was very clear. As long as Sirius made any move out of bounds, he would immediately cast a spell to lure the group of dementors.

It was obvious that the man had guessed that the big dog in front of him was the Animagus of a certain wizard.

Based on this, he thought of the Azkaban prison break that was raging in the British Isles these days.

A Death Eater named Sirius Black escaped from his cage.

Everyone is speculating that he may have come to hunt down the child who caused the Dark Lord's defeat, the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.

"Sirius Black?" The hoarse voice sounded like sandpaper scraping across the floor, suddenly sounding in this dirty room.

Hearing the sound, the big dog that Sirius transformed into suddenly froze.

A trace of shock flashed in his dark eyes.

And after noticing the drastic emotional change, the man was even more convinced that the big dog in front of him was the legendary most loyal Death Eater, Sirius Black!

So that's it - he escaped from Azkaban with his Animagus!

Excellent, what a genius wizard.

A wizard who can master such an advanced transformation technique is by no means an ordinary wizard.

Unfortunately, he is Voldemort's man.

If possible--

There was a smile of relief on the man's face.

He knew that no matter what, he could get through the night safely.

"squeak~"

Suddenly there was a slight sound like the wind blowing the planks.

One person and one dog subconsciously turned their heads to look.

Outside the stone house door.

The man held the wand tightly and signaled Sirius to stay away, then staggered and moved over.

His steps were extremely slow.

Slowly opened a corner of the door, and quickly glanced at it with the remaining eyes.

It was dusty downstairs.

It turned out that it was the window he had just broken, and the wind and rain came in, blowing the dilapidated stairs and making the sound.

"Huh~" He breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the moonlight projected from the broken window, the excitement calmed down a little.

Ok?

moonlight?

How can there be moonlight when it is pouring rain outside?

"boom!"

The screaming shack exploded!

Sirius dodged and jumped down the stairs.

Blast behind them!

The entire wall collapsed in the explosion.

a figure.

A pitch-black figure, like an incarnation.

A primal, terrifying personification.

Unfolding its huge cloak, it rushed in facing the fire, lightning and thunder.

Not waiting for the man with the wand to cast any spells.

The oncoming whip kick kicked him down the stairs from the second floor, and hit the wall of the first floor with a 'bang' amid the crackling sound of wood.

"I see it, a mouse!"

A low and magnetic male voice sounded from the ashes.

Then Owen jumped high again, flew down, and landed directly with a huge impact, crushing the man's arm holding the wand.

"I thought you wouldn't bleed!"

He looked at the flesh and blood under his feet, covered in his boots.

Owen said in a low voice, with a half-smile.

Wearing a mask, he took a real look at the wizard who dared to attack him for the first time.

"Harvey Dent? Two-Face?"

The man in front of him was half normal and half a fluid body of flesh and blood.

The dim room, the flying dust, obscured people's sight, making him look very horrified.

"Hmph! It doesn't matter who you are, I'm just curious as to why a vampire ancestor came to Hogwarts to assassinate a young wizard?" Owen said indifferently, then bent down and took the man's severed hand, forcefully Breaking off the wand.

Behind his transfigured mask.

A cruel smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Then, quickly and relentlessly, he continued to smash the man's jaw with a punch, and with the wand in his right hand, he forced it into his mouth.

Pressing against his tongue, Owen said fiercely: "I heard that you need to use fire to deal with the bastards in the gutter like you."

"I'm curious, if you can recover after a fire!"

"So." Owen's tone suddenly dropped, and all the emotions disappeared, leaving only a calm, calm and warm anger, "Can you tell me, who sent you here?"

"woooo~"

The man, the only one left, stared straight at him.

Owen could see the momentary fear in that eye, but soon, this fear turned into a kind of tenacity, and he could even see a little ridicule in that look.

well.

"Legislasia!"

"Woo~"

Suddenly the man lying on the ground began to twitch violently.

His eyeballs are turned upwards, and his whole body is arched.

With a strong sense of physical rejection, there are fragments of memories, true or false, that follow.

It was obvious that his memory had been tampered with.

Owen could see very little.

He could only vaguely see a familiar sign and an agreed address.

After this matter is over, the psychological suggestion will lead him to that address.

Maybe there, the mastermind behind the scenes will restore his memory.

Or just kill it.

"Exquisite consideration, amazing magic." After sketching the whole picture of the logo in his mind, Owen suddenly smiled.

This one seems to be his own!

"Hey!" The man smiled ferociously, his fanatical eyes revealing his crazy loyalty to someone.

"Hehe——Avada Kedavra!!!"

Under the green light, everything fell silent.

"Che—so why did you attack me?" He underestimated.

The dead man's wand in his hand was thrown aside by him, and the wooden stick fell and hit the floor with a crisp sound.

It happened to land in front of the big dog hiding in the shadows.

"Sirius?" A low and teasing voice sounded again.

Listening to the big dog's scalp tingling.

He looked at the man in black cloak and black mask in front of him.

This style was also used by the person who couldn't even say his name.

I heard that this was when he was young and still recruiting party members.

Tom Riddle, who traveled the world, was dressed like this.

"What a coincidence!" he said.

Then turn around and step out of the gap in the window.

"Since it's such a coincidence, it's no problem for you to be blamed!" In the heavy rain, Sirius always felt that he had heard that lazy voice somewhere.

"Anyway, you are also a murderer identified by the Ministry of Magic. One more is not too much, and one less is not less, in return."

The sound of heavy rain pattering gradually obscured the sound.

Finally, from a distance, there was only one sentence left that broke through the raindrops and fell into Sirius's ears.

"In return, Peter Pettigrew, you have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in Azkaban. You must seize it!"

In the distance, the light created by Dobby could no longer lure the dementors.

The sound from the Screaming Shack finally caught the attention of the beasts.

The black spots all over the sky are attacking here.

Sirius, who was hiding in the shed, clearly saw a large group of dementors attacking him through the exposed window.

"damn it!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately released his Animagus transformation and picked up the wand that seemed to have been thrown to him on purpose.

He turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.

"Ha ha--"

By this time Dobby had returned to Owen and brought him back to the castle.

Through the huge clock tower glass on the second floor, he seemed to be able to vaguely distinguish from the rainy night full of moving black spots in the distance, which ones were dementors and which ones were raindrops.

"Come on! Brother Black!"

After all, Owen walked away.

----

The long night is finally over.

In the early morning, the heavy rain seemed to have eased a lot.

But still not over.

In the corridor, the little wizards walked together in twos and threes. When passing through the damp and windy corridor, everyone unconsciously wrapped their cloaks tightly around them.

Damn the weather, it's only September.

It's already this cold!

How to survive this winter!

The atmosphere in the auditorium also became depressing.

There is no such thing as the vigor and vitality of the last semester.

Of course, there are still people with smiles on their faces.

"Hi Owen!"

As soon as he and Hannah stepped into the auditorium, a little boy stood up on the long Gryffindor table.

It was a little boy with gray-brown hair, who often wore a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of the purest and most stupid little boy.

"Give!"

Colin handed him an envelope.

Owen hadn't picked it up yet, and he could tell with the naked eye that it contained Gold Galleon.

It must be a gold galleon, because silver is not that big.

???

What the hell?

He was finally able to start the business of collecting protection fees?

Someone gave me money on the first day of school?

Still so aboveboard!

Although Owen has always been thick-skinned, he considers himself to be a dull, weak, and inarticulate person.

but.

"Cough cough—it's better to avoid people with this kind of thing." He pretended to cough, and then put the envelope into his pocket as quickly as lightning could cover his ears.

Then a friendly smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to pat the very sensible young man in front of him.

"This is your membership (student union) fee! I am not the kind of casual person. I take your money to do things for you, you know? For example: If someone troubles you in the future, and I teach you a lesson, this money will be given to you. They will pay for medical expenses! Understand!”

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"Huh? What are you talking about?" Colin held the camera, confusion written on his face.

On the other hand, Hannah quickly rolled her eyes.

Early in the morning, she saw the dirtiest scene in Hogwarts!

It's a good thing that Miss Gryffindor wasn't there, otherwise she would have twisted the little wizard who ruined Gryffindor's reputation to Professor McGonagall with a twisted expression!

"This is the reward sent by the Daily Prophet!" Colin quickly explained: "I took a lot of photos of you fighting those monsters last night, and I sent some of them to the Daily Prophet. Today They sent me a large sum of money a long time ago, and asked me to take more photos of you, and finally do an interview or something like that, just write about your life, family, parents, etc."

"what?"

Not protection money?

Owen's face collapsed in an instant.

I thought this group of little wizards had become smarter and understood the ways of the world, so——official officials.

Then he touched the envelope in his pocket.

Then his face became even worse.

Knock - you call four galleons a lot of money, do you look down on the Daily Prophet, or do you look down on me?

I—Owen Sanchez!

The Malfoy Social Security Company, which earns several hundred gold galleons every minute, will give him a dividend every month.

Will care about four galleons!

Owen was very angry!

He felt humiliated!

Humiliation from a stupid Gryffindor.

To get revenge on him.

Owen decided to stuff the envelope deeper!

Knock—you can’t lose money!

"Where's Luna?" he asked, standing on tiptoe and looking in Ravenclaw's direction.

Maybe they came a little late, so Owen didn't see Luna on the long table in Ravenclaw.

"I really don't know how to do business!" After searching for Luna to no avail, Irving had no choice but to educate this novice businessman himself - Colin!

"Write a letter and tell the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" that it is less than [-] Galleons and interview Nima! Write it now, immediately!"

he yelled.

Then he dragged Colin towards the long table in Gryffindor.

Supervise him and write letters!

"By the way, let me add one more sentence. Let me say that the bid for "The Quibbler" has reached 550 Galleons. If he responds later than [-] o'clock in the afternoon, then I have to ask the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" to contact Xenophilius. Mr. Lovegood, ask if his Quibbler is allowed to be reproduced!"

"This stupid boy has no business sense at all!" Owen chattered, "They are all Gryffindors, look at George and Fred, why is there such a big gap between you?"

"I haven't received any influence at all, and I will definitely starve to death after graduation!"

"We think so too." The twins immediately came over after hearing their names.

"Little wizard is really not as good as one class." Fred said, lying on Colin's right.

"It is suggested that the Sorting Hat should raise the admission standard." George chimed in on Colin's left.

"Then I suggest that the school allow the academy to dissuade little wizards." Fred continued.

"That's right, kick out all the bad guys."

"Our Gryffindors only accept elites!"

"I think Owen is very good, really suitable for Gryffindor!"

"I think so!"

Gemini swayed left and right, saying all kinds of dangerous words.The boy's pupils dilated, and he was in a daze. He probably really thought that he might not be suitable for Gryffindor and would be kicked out.

"That's enough, you guys!" Hannah couldn't stand it anymore.

She got up and walked behind Colin.

Patting him on the shoulder, he said: "They are just scaring you. The school will not persuade the little wizard to quit."

Colin's body trembled slightly, and he glanced back at Hannah gratefully.

"But it can be fired!" Owen added a knife, "Look at it! Look at it! Why don't you write it!"

The tragic Colin sobbed, suppressed his dissatisfaction, quickly turned his head again, and used the magic quill he carried with him that did not absorb ink to write on a blank piece of parchment.

And on the side, there are three others.

Then he smiled with a ferocious expression.

Colin's tragedy did not last long.

Because it won't be long before they are due to go to class.

Owen threatened to deduct points for Colin, and 'invited' him to continue chatting with him at noon.

Then he left the auditorium with Hannah with a devilish smile on his face.

----

Today was very strange. The first Transfiguration class in the morning was temporarily replaced by a Herbal Medicine class.

Moreover, the entire third year and the four colleges came to the herbal medicine class.

Professor Sprout had to use his voice loudly throughout the class, for fear that some little wizards would not hear him.

At noon, as expected, a reply from the Daily Prophet arrived.

The editor-in-chief offered a full [-] Galleons for an exclusive interview with Owen.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts has been closed to outsiders for the past few days.

So this interview - fell on Luna.

Didn't know Mr. Barnabas Guffey, the screenwriter of the Daily Prophet, was aware of his request for an interview written by the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of his biggest rival, The Quibbler Yes, what kind of expression will it show?

Ha ha

After lunch, a few people found an empty corridor.

Colin took the photos.

Luna was in charge of writing the manuscript.

The interview that ended up being unforgettable for Irving finally began.

"Is it filming?"

"I'm shooting, I'm shooting."

The 'click' flash was on, and Owen, who was sitting on the stone guardrail of the corridor, immediately entered the state. He first pretended to touch the non-existent tears with his hands, and then used a trembling, hurried tone, as if He introduced himself sobbingly.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Owen Sanchez. I—— My family has special difficulties. My mother told me since I was a child that children from poor families are headed home early."

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I'm used to it. Don't write this." He turned from crying to calm in a second, then waved his hand and said to Luna shamelessly and relaxedly.

"Come again cough cough"

"Hello everyone, I'm Owen Sanchez. My family is very difficult-why? Because I don't have a family-cough cough, this doesn't seem to work either!"

"Come again!"

"Hi, I'm Owen Sanchez, and I have a particularly difficult time at home, though I wake up every day in my 1.24-acre, 7.5-square-foot garden house.

Although, in the spring, the wisteria trellis in my garden will turn into a purple waterfall, and the flowers and plants in the yard will bloom in full bloom, as well as all kinds of trees and shrubs. But I am actually a poor, dull, introverted, and inarticulate person. "

"If you want to talk about my fate with magic, it has to start when I don't know how old I was. That day I was leading the children in our orphanage. By the way, I was actually an orphan.

That day I was taking the little girls from the orphanage to play in the mud.

suddenly!Suddenly, a silly boy picked up a piece of mud and threw it towards me.Why!At that time, I reacted very quickly. I ducked sideways and the piss hit the little girl behind me.

but!After all, two fists are no match for four hands, and all the little boys in the yard suddenly threw mud at me out of nowhere.

The mud in the sky - oh!Just like yesterday's dementor, I am the magical power that awakens when I am on guard. "

Owen babbled about his glorious past.

Why!There is no need to think about the chapter name of Chapter 2 after one chapter.