I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 163 Use the principal’s email address!

"Don't forget, your subject!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the little wizard to ask questions, the elegant professor turned around without a trace of cloud, and left the podium straight away.

???

The Sinister Six with question marks on their spare heads in the classroom!

Encounter the dangerous six people in society!

What did the new professor just say?

What is the last assignment?

We are here for school!

Isn't it a senior researcher entering some senior laboratory?

Several young wizards looked at each other.

The confusion in his eyes almost overflowed.

That Professor Wenda, why don't you come back and hear what the homework you just assigned is?

knock! ! !

The homework assigned by Nicolas May to Dumbledore is nothing more than this!

Owen gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat people!

At his age, Dumbledore probably couldn't even understand the content of the homework just now!

He doesn't even understand: the mechanism of maintaining the withering of plants (cells) by the principle of theoretical exchange in specific experiments.

Percy—they've spent a whole year studying nomenclature, and if they can understand it, they'll be haunted!

Do you think you should drink porridge to eliminate toxins?

Pour out the water and eat only rice?

Alchemical substance replacement is one of the most important techniques of alchemy. Why do those magical alchemical creations, full of magic and beyond imagination of the material world, appear?

That is, alchemists use the principle of substitution to continuously add all the properties of other substances to one.

That's why creation is so strange.

"Oh! That's right." Just as a group of young wizards wandered in the realm of emptiness and hadn't landed on the ground, Wenda pushed the door and came back.

With a cold smirk on her face, "Although the results of the project are due after Christmas, you can write your experimental report now, um! Hand it in at the end of October! Two months of experimentation is enough!"

After saying a word, she backed away again.

He ignored any of the little wizards present throughout the entire process!

Oh, Owen stood up first, picked up his textbook and ran out.

"Owen, where are you going?" Percy recovered from his ignorance for a second, and asked subconsciously after watching Owen leave.

"I'm going to find the principal!" he said.

"Professor Dumbledore? What are you looking for?" Percy followed.

"I want to drop out of school!" Owen said firmly: "Hogwarts, haha ​​- it's me who doesn't deserve it! I'm too high!"

"An idiot like me - better transfer to Beauxbatons, or Ilvermorny."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Looking at Owen's leaving figure and the direction of going upstairs.

Percy's beating heart calmed down slightly.

I felt a little bit of joy in my heart.

That's it!

You have to report the situation to Professor Dumbledore!

What kind of homework - he didn't even understand the question

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No one knows what Dumbledore and Wenda discussed.

It is.

Owen had to miss Care of Magical Creatures on Friday.

I stayed in the library for three consecutive days on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

I heard that Hagrid used the Hippogriff to lead the battle in the first class.

But this time it wasn't Draco who was injured.

Instead, he ignored Pansy Parkinson, who was always stealing the limelight from his young master, regardless of Harry.

It seems to be quite serious. After all, the little girl's skin and flesh are more tender than Draco's. In the original book, Draco only dislocated his bones, but she suffered a direct fracture, and a large gash was torn open in her arm.

In short, just looking at the appearance, it is very scary!

There was a rush of blood.

The story spread quickly.

Although Madam Pomfrey healed Pansy's wound in only 1 minute, she still clamored to unite the wizards of the college, write a letter to the Ministry of Magic, and talk about Hagrid's expulsion.

But none of this has anything to do with Owen.

Because Dumbledore, after being lectured by Wenda, actually agreed to her teaching methods.

Damn, are you sick? Are you sick?

I heard that our dear Professor Wenda defeated Dumbledore with just one sentence!

She asked: Is it useful for little wizards to learn alchemy at school?

This question is very difficult to answer, because the answer is useless!

After two years of basic study, they have learned at most a low-level term explanation.

As for the results. Are you kidding me?

Dumbledore's alchemy achievements were only produced when he was in his 90s, and Nicole May lived without knowing the age. What kind of alchemy achievements do you expect from a sixteen or seventeen-year-old wizard? You treat me as the reincarnation of Merlin.

Even if Merlin is reincarnated, he can't do it!

Unless it is rebirth!

So our Professor Wenda borrowed the idea of ​​going down the donkey, and continued: Anyway, the little wizard learned noun explanations at school before, and now he is learning some advanced noun explanations, which seems to be not much different from the experimental procedures.

It’s just a long experience, isn’t it?

At least some advanced academic vocabulary can come out of your mouth from time to time when you go out to brag. There is no problem with other young wizards in Hogwarts who have graduated from high school on average.

But—that being said.

However, it was Owen and the others who suffered.

If you can't learn it, it doesn't mean you don't have to write homework.

Besides, homework is never for learning, okay?

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Sunday morning.

The industrious Hermione Granger trotted into the library,

She was looking for Owen for something.

Of course, stop by and get ready to start the involution mode!

Yesterday she saw that lazy Owen stayed in the library all afternoon.

Sensing a little bit of crisis, she ran to the library early this morning at dawn.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked into the library, Hermione discovered that the book was several feet high at the end of the desk, her eyes were dark, and she was wearing smoky makeup. She was in Owen yesterday and Percy, who fell asleep on the desk, was still there today!

"Mythril is involved in the binary bipolar quantification mechanism of the toxicity of Ming Dynasty cabbage by replacing or transcribing sulfur-mercury-salinization modifications in the law of unity."

She frowned and walked over, wanting to see what Owen was involving her in.

Pick up and put on the table, a piece of parchment with only a title written on it.

A glance.

Her expression froze.

how to say?

——She doesn’t seem to be very good at finishing this sentence?

"What are you writing?"

"Wizard Master's Thesis." Owen replied with a hoarse voice.

Then he continued to immerse himself in the alchemy achievements of a certain little black wizard.

"???" Hermione was taken aback again.

In a trance, she suddenly discovered that an infinite extension spell seemed to be cast between herself and Owen.

Even though they are so close, the distance keeps getting farther and farther.

The small paper in her arms that briefly described the mass murder of witches in the Middle Ages seemed unworthy of being placed on this table.

"Huh~" While speaking, Percy woke up from his sleep in a trance.

He opened his red and swollen eyes, looked at Hermione in a daze, and immediately said, "It's dawn?"

"You didn't go back last night?" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"You should ask, did you go back the night before yesterday?" Percy rubbed his neck, stood up and stretched his body.

Then he sat down again, picked up a thick magic book at hand, and continued to extract.

The premise of writing the core is that he must first know what the alchemy results of a certain wizard are.

And to figure this out, he had to extract the results of the alchemist from the books introducing the alchemy results of ancient wizards.

Then compare the textbooks, understand the English first by explaining the nouns, and understand what it means.

Anyway, it's been two days, and he hasn't even finished the first step.

Still copying it!

As for the ancient runes?

Ha ha - to hell with it!

"Where did you write Owen?" Percy asked, lowering his head as he continued to copy.

"Written to the second stage of the experimental procedure."

"What? You started writing steps?" Percy was taken aback, the quill in his hand pierced the parchment due to the sudden force.

"Isn't the experimental procedure handed in in October? You write that first?"

"What about the brief description of the alchemy results?" He asked hastily.

"I didn't write." Owen raised his head slowly, his sore and swollen eyes were full of dark circles, and he looked like a fool, then his dry lips raised slightly, and he said in a short and hoarse tone: "Aren't you Stupid? Are you looking for them here one by one?"

"Write to the correspondent author of the book I gave you! Write to whoever compiled the life achievements of the ancient alchemists! Find it yourself? Summarize it yourself? You may not be able to compile it next year!"

"Uh - can it be like this?" Percy was stunned and looked at Owen in disbelief.

He suddenly realized that this is indeed a good way.

but--

"Will they reply to what I wrote?"

Accepting the warm black tea that Hermione handed over, she usually stays up late in the library and carries it with her.

Owen took a sip, moistened his lips and throat with the tea, paused for a moment, and then continued: "So you are a fool."

"You stupid! Write in your own name? Write in your principal's mailbox—ah—no—name!

The first sentence at the beginning is: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, winner of the Order of Merlin First Class, president of the International Federation of Wizards, chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Albus Percival Wulfric Letter from Brian Dumbledore.

Look at the beginning, which little bastard dare not reply? "

Owen took out several letters from a stack of books beside him and placed them in front of Percy.

These were sent in by Dobby.

"Look, how positive are each one?"

"This..." Percy's mouth could be as big as a fist, "but even in the name of pretending to be the headmaster, how could they be so active?"

"Impersonating?" Owen bared his teeth like a fierce cat whose tail had been stepped on, "What impersonation, I asked the principal for instructions, don't spit blood!"

"When, weren't you in the library for three days?" Percy, who also sat for three days, was puzzled.

"Can't I ask for instructions in my heart? Anyway, the old principal, the master of instigating thoughts, he will perceive it in the dark."

Owen said with peace of mind.

At this time, in the principal's office, Professor Dumbledore, who was comparing Tom's notes, suddenly sneezed.

"Huh? Did he find out the truth?" The old headmaster looked down at the notes, and saw that on it, black ink was forming a sentence: Tom Riddle, the successor of Slytherin and the successor of the great white wizard Dumbledore.

He led a team to raid into Grindelwald's headquarters, Nurmengard, in Austria.

And started a desperate struggle with him.

"It must be that brat Owen, muttering about me again!"

The principal smiled, then bent down, and went on to create the world for little Tom.

On the other side, Percy still didn't understand how those authors could respond to Owen so actively.

Until Owen opened his mouth to explain: "Nothing, I just said that Hogwarts will hold a celebration of the 400th anniversary of the founding of the school. All Hogwarts graduates who have made outstanding contributions will be invited to participate in the celebration. Outstanding Hogwarts Ci will also erect a statue of him in the courtyard."

"???" Percy's cheek twitched, and then he slowly stretched out his thumb towards him.

high!

It's really high!

You are finished!

I've never seen you so insane.

For those academic wizards who don't like money, having a statue standing forever in Hogwarts is more glorious than leaving a name in history.

After all, there are many people who have left their names in history, but the statue stands in Hogwarts, and from now on, every young wizard in Britain will remember him.

"If they ask later why the celebration was not held, they will reply saying that the current situation is chaotic and the principal is planning to postpone it for a few years for the sake of the little wizard's safety.

As for how long the delay will be?

Let’s talk about it in 2023! "

Cattle!

Percy's eyes lit up!

The logic is closed.

"You—what are you talking about?" Hermione listened in a daze.

What letter?

What school celebration?

What statue?

Why do we all study at Hogwarts, but I feel like we are not in the same world?

"It's nothing, postgraduate exchange experience, you haven't graduated from high school, don't get involved." Owen lay on the table and continued to think hard about his experimental procedures.

Holding back seven words in one night is more uncomfortable than writing a book.

More importantly, many of his experimental methods can only be calculated theoretically. After all, Professor Sprout only introduced a dozen poisonous biting cabbages and gave them to them for experiments. Do you want to cultivate it?

"Hmph!" The little witch suddenly became a little unhappy.

With her face crossed, she looked at the two who were racking their brains very unhappily.

No matter what research or subject, there is nothing I, Granger, can't learn!

She is full of confidence, and she must catch up with Owen this time.

"Pansy was injured by Buckbeak, did you know?" Hermione suddenly changed the subject and talked about something else.

"Well, what then?" Owen responded without raising his head.

"The Slytherins are clamoring for Buckbeak's death. They have even written to the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures to complain."

"Uh-huh?"

"The Ministry of Magic replied."

"What did Fudge say?"

"It's not the minister, it's the Director of the Department of Magical Creatures. He wrote to agree. It is estimated that the Slytherins have arrived in front of Hagrid's hut by now."

"Agreed?" Owen finally raised his head, he somewhat understood why Hermione wanted to tell him this

"That's really the best news I've heard this year."

"Why did you say it now!" He glared at Hermione complainingly, then immediately jumped up from the chair, and ran out happily.

"He—what's the matter?" Seeing Owen's back going away, Percy asked rather puzzled.

Hermione pursed her lips and sat directly on Owen's seat, "He has been thinking about Buckbeak's meat for more than a day or two. I heard that it is going to be used for hot pot, a Far Eastern delicacy."

"So he went to grab the flesh of the hippogriff?" Percy couldn't understand, but was shocked.

Is this Hufflepuff?

Sure enough, it was very different from their Gryffindors.

"Hehe—" the little witch sneered, and then opened the magic book in hand.

Hearing the sound, Percy immediately understood, "The Ministry of Magic didn't reply at all?"

"It's because they haven't had time to write!"

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Suddenly, Percy suddenly had the illusion that he was old.

Are all the little wizards these days so insidious and cunning?

I think back when I was so old, I was either studying diligently or studying diligently every day.

Never got into trouble.

But now—it seems that Hogwarts has changed since Harry Potter entered the school.

Become irritable.

became cunning.

It has become more energetic!

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On the other side, Owen galloped all the way towards the outside of Hogwarts.

Stepping across the dew-covered grass in the mountains.

From a distance, he saw many people gathered in front of Hagrid's cabin.

One red and one green, the two sides opened up battles and greeted each other's family members verbally.

Poor Hagrid was caught in the middle, with distress written all over his face.

"Hand over the Hippogriff."

"You just hand it over? What are you?"

"Do you want to fight?"

"I've been displeased with you for a long time!"

"Very good! Hit him!"

"on!"

Give full play to the two chambers that can fight without beeping, but they can't say anything, and they scuffle together in an instant.

Messy spells flew around.

All kinds of jinxes and defense against the dark arts work together.

This stunned Owen who came over.

what happened?

He hadn't started the fire yet, so the fight started!

Is it because of the uneven distribution of spoils?

"Hey! Don't grab it, that-I'll share half of Buckbeak's meat!"

Owen, who was speeding down the mountain path, ran and shouted.

His footsteps were fast, and more than ten seconds after the voice was transmitted, he arrived at the scene.

"Have you killed it? Where is the meat?" The little blackhead kept looking at the surrounding pumpkin fields with bright eyes.

But there was nothing around but stupid pumpkins and a few squawking crows.

Hagrid on the steps of the hut turned black even for a second, his cheeks were a little swollen, obviously very angry.

"She's alive and well!" Hagrid roared angrily.

The giant's voice burst into Owen's little head!

"Ah~" A glutton turned his face in an instant.

When he turned away from the faces of Harry and Ron present.

It took less than a nanosecond for Owen to know that he was cheated by Hermione and became a vengeful.

She probably tricked herself into coming to town.

"e=(o｀*))) Oh. Really, why are you still lying!" Owen, who was discouraged for a second, went from excitement to confusion.

The heavy eyelids and bulging temples made him feel tired.

The sequelae of staying up late came.

"I heard that, even Owen supports killing the murderer Hippogriff."

The two sides that stopped their hands fell into a stalemate.

After a while, someone from Slytherin suddenly yelled.

Then they seemed to have suddenly found a magic weapon for confrontation, and began to yell at the Gryffindors endlessly.

"Stop making noise!" Owen yelled, his brain ached!

"Every day you will force Lai Lai, why didn't you just give that so-and-so winged beast a big melon!" He pointed at a group of Slytherins.

"Knock! My meat! The meat is gone!"

"It's all your fault!!!"

In front of Hagrid's hut, two groups of people had different faces, some were blue and some were pale.

But Owen's sentence was not over yet, he staggered, took a deep breath, and stood firm.Then he reprimanded: "Everyone is a waste snack, deduct ten points! Everyone deducts ten points! And you!"

After that, he raised his finger and pointed at Gryffindor again, "Stop me! Stop my braised pork! Ten points off you too! Ten points off all of them!"

After all, the distraught Owen, like a puppet without his favorite treasure, leaned forward, with his hands clinging to his waist and abdomen, swaying on his feet and walking forward relying on the inertia of his body.

He's going home to bed.

His bed, warm and soft, is calling for him with a soft, sweet and broad chest.

On the other side, Slytherin and Gryffindor, who were being bullied by Owen together, looked at each other silently.

Sixty or seventy points were deducted for no reason, who would bear it.

And most importantly, none of them dared to refute.

Look, that Hufflepuff's demon king looks sluggish, you know it with your ass, as long as they dare to speak, they will definitely be beaten!

So for their own ass - they can only swallow this breath.

More later!

Just like that, the two parties stared hostilely at each other for a few moments, and then led the teams to leave.

Hagrid, who was at the center of this storm, was not angry because of Owen's rude words just now, mainly because he was used to it.

Sometimes he wondered, if he hadn't been watching the forest, which bastard would eat the magical animals in it and make them endangered.

However, Irving's performance just now gave him a little inspiration.

Is it possible that he is the professor?

Why is he, a professor, forced to such a degree by the students?

Imagine what would happen to Snape if this happened to him?

Harry boiled the potion one day, and then suddenly the pot exploded. The powerful potion burned his skin on a large area, and even bled, disfiguring him!

Under such circumstances, believe it or not, Snape would still sneer coldly and send Harry to the infirmary.

His trademark sarcasm added "five points from Gryffindor for your stupidity" the moment the student stepped out of the Potions classroom.

He will definitely say it.

Snape was that kind of guy!

And what about the little wizard?

Injured, suffering, points deducted, homework has to be made up!

But even though he was so strict, no little wizard dared to contradict him.

So - do you want to show some of the majesty of a professor?

Hagrid stood on the steps of the wooden house, looking at Owen's back as he left.

He decided that he had to talk to Professor McGonagall about teaching.

Although he doesn't like Snape's teaching style, Professor McGonagall can still learn from it!

Coherent, coherent