I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 166 Goodbye Hogwarts, I want to go back to Ming Dynasty!

"Harry, bad news."

Just when Owen was planning to teach Harry Potter a good lesson, Wood suddenly hurried over from under the bell tower.

"Professor McGonagall just informed me that our opponent in the Quidditch match tomorrow will be Hufflepuff!"

"What? Not the Slytherins?" Harry replied blankly.

"What? There's a Quidditch match tomorrow?" Hermione replied abruptly.

"What? This year's Quidditch hasn't been cancelled?"

"Ok?"

The three looked at Owen in unison.

"What are you doing? There are so many dementors in the sky that they can eat people. The professor didn't cancel the competition. He's really heartless."

"I'll bet a Galleon that nothing will happen tomorrow!"

"And -" Owen turned to look at Wood, "What's wrong with Hufflepuff? Why are you so unhappy about eating your rice?"

"Hmph—Cedric of your team also went to protest to Professor Spratt." Behind Wood, a group of Gryffindor Quidditch players arrived. They changed their uniforms and looked at them. Is to go to training.

The Twins came over, each one put an arm around Owen's neck and said: "Slytherin used the excuse that the players all had a cold and wanted to postpone the game. This is obviously an excuse. They just don't want to play in this kind of weather. The problem is, we have already I have been training with Slytherins for a month now."

Fred pointed to the dark clouds in the sky.

It's been raining heavily at Hogwarts these days.

Perhaps it was Owen's illusion. Since the group of dementors entered the vicinity of the castle, the weather in the Scottish Highlands has become quite severe, with frequent squalls and torrential rains.

This afternoon was a respite from days of blustery rain.

Just as Fred was speaking, there was a faint sound of thunder and lightning in the sky.

Obviously, tomorrow is going to be an absolute downpour.

"You are the president of the student union, you should report this to Principal Dumbledore!" George said.

"The old headmaster is a busy group, how can he have time to take care of such trivial matters, besides, they changed the order of the competition at will, and the professor agreed?"

——Professor Dumbledore, who was in a passionate confrontation with Tom, sneezed heavily.

"Snape agreed." Wood said with a cold face: "Professor McGonagall, you know, she never favors us in such matters."

"No—I didn't ask you, Teacher Meow. They are going to compete with Hufflepuff. Has no one asked Professor Sprout? Does she agree?"

"I-I didn't ask." Wood said blankly. Professor Sprout has always had no sense of presence, compared to Professor Flitwick, who shined last semester, and the annoying Snape.

And Professor McGonagall as Vice-Chancellor.

Professor Sprout of Herbal Medicine is indeed a bit unremarkable.

"Hey! I'm a little grumpy! Without the herbs cultivated by my professor, how can you drink a refreshing drink during the flu season this winter?" Owen suddenly became angry. He looked at Wood's wooden face and continued. : "Go to the Second Greenhouse to apologize to Professor Sprout!"

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

Then he was deeply afraid that his final intention would be seen by Harry and the others - mainly Hermione, so he immediately put on a noble appearance of serving the little wizard.

He said: "As for the Quidditch matter, as long as Professor Sprout disagrees, how will tomorrow's game proceed? Use your brains!"

"I'm going to find Professor Snape now, and we will definitely defeat the Slytherin team's conspiracy with a two-pronged approach!"

After all, he hurried towards the castle.

And Wood, who was reminded by Owen, was also interested. As if he had grasped some life-saving straw, he led a group of Gryffindor players towards the second greenhouse with a smile on his face.

As we all know, Professor Sprout has the softest ears. As long as they behave pitifully, she will definitely stand by her side.

Confident Wood walked briskly.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron on the side also followed.

Wipe, wipe, what Salazar statue.

I, Ron, also have the dignity of being a Gryffindor!

Even if I go into solitary confinement and die in the potions classroom, I don't want to wipe Salazar's face anymore! ! !

As he spoke, he threw the dirty rag to the ground.

Then walked away.

On the other side, Owen came back around the corner quietly.

He followed Wood all the way to the second greenhouse.

He looked up and saw Cedric there.

Mmmm - there are so many people!

More good!How wonderful!

If there are more, he can easily lead the sheep!

Owen, who was hiding in the corner, cast an invisibility spell on himself.

Although this spell is not as good as Harry's invisibility cloak, it is still no problem to hide from sight.

Then he cautiously walked through the crowd and groped into the greenhouse.

"Professor, this is the Slytherin conspiracy!"

"Ah, yes." Gemini helped.

"It will be stormy tomorrow. In case something happens to Hufflepuff." Wood continued to defend.

"Ah, that's right!" Gemini continued to chime in.

"This will definitely affect your next match with Ravenclaw. I heard that they have found a mysterious new Seeker. I think Hufflepuff needs time to find out about them."

"Ah! Right, right, right!"

In the ear, Gemini's tone full of strange emphasis made Cedric very uncomfortable, and the gentle smile on his handsome face softened a little.

Although he didn't want to compete with Gryffindor so soon.

In terms of Quidditch, Hufflepuff has always been at the bottom of the academy. Whether it is tactics, personnel or equipment, it is better than Slytherin with the support of the Malfoy family, Gryffindor with talented players, and the very easy to use Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw.

Ever since he became captain of the Hufflepuff team, he had always felt that the only way for them to win was to invite Owen to join the team.

No matter where he is.

As long as he appeared on the court, no house would dare to despise them, at least Slytherin would never dare to use those usual dirty methods on them.

But no matter how much Professor Sprout invited and persuaded, Irving never showed any interest in this sport.

This made him very confused about how to improve the combat effectiveness of the Hufflepuff team.

Since the rise of Gryffindor in their first year, they have won two consecutive championships.

Cedric understands the difference!

But these words should not come from Wood's mouth, because he obviously looks down on himself and the Hufflepuff team.

Of course, in the last match against Gryffindor, Harry only took 5 minutes to catch the Snitch. Others have capital to be proud of.

Hey ~

That's why he didn't want to mention the game against Gryffindor. He still needed time to prepare some tactics!

"Professor, you should protest to Professor Snape, yes, yes, protest.

He has no respect for you, or Hufflepuff, at all.

If he can change the team order according to his mood this time, then the next time Slytherin plays against Hufflepuff, they can use the same method, first let Hufflepuff play a game with other teams in the heavy rain, Then, taking advantage of your weakness, I will designate a match with you. "

"If the game is like this, then there is no fairness at all. They can play whoever they want to play? Then I suggest that the Quidditch Cup be awarded directly to Slytherin in the future, so we don't have to train and play hard. up"

Wood chattered.

Eloquent, sharp words, clear logic.It is a world of difference from the wood in the past!

Harry on the side looked at his old captain in surprise.

When did he have such a good eloquence?

On weekdays, Wood rarely participated in any topics except Quidditch.

There were even times when Harry felt that Wood's head might be made of Snitch, Quaffle, Bludger, hoop, and bat, and there was no room for anything else.

Listen to what Wood has to say.

Professor Sprout gradually frowned, and the gentle smile on his face gradually faded.

Her body always half-covered the greenhouse door.Just let the little wizards stand in front of her and talk to her.

Wood guessed right, the professor's ears are indeed very soft.

She was already thinking of talking to Snape.

"Hey~ I can't see me, I can't see me, just move forward quietly~" Owen, who seemed to be invisible with a layer of mirror on his body, reflected the surrounding scenery, muttered in his heart, with his waist bent and his body tightened, Walking on catwalks, step by step, he groped in from under the nose of Professor Sprout.

"Sure enough, as long as I walk slowly enough, the character warning system will not be triggered, hehe!"

"Huh? It seems like this is the first time I've seen this magical plant!"

Just past the gate.

Behind Professor Sprout, a huge plant blocked his footsteps.

It was a very tall, strange plant about ten feet high.

The edge of the grass blade is wavy, and the flower color is purple and bright.

There are two types: unopened buds and bloomed buds.

It is long oval before opening, shaped like an ear, and the fully bloomed flower has a hollow center, which is shaped like a human mouth.

Three or two flower buds protrude from the colorful red lips.

Quite strange.

"Stop!!! There's a thief!!!"

"???"

Roar!

What a perfect, authentic Daming Beijing dialect!

It almost scared him out of his prototype!

Professor Sprout heard the sound and immediately turned around cautiously. When he turned around, he saw waves rising in the originally empty place behind him.

"Owen!"

Without even thinking about it, she knew that that brat Owen had sneaked in.

He has sneaked in four times this week!

"What~is this!" Owen, who had the invisibility spell flashing because of panic, had no choice but to break the spell, and then stared at the tree with several mouths in front of him with an unhappy face! '

"Thief! There are thieves! Catch the thieves!!! Beep, beep, beep~~~"

"Ward hair?" Owen's scalp was numb, and the bell of justice rang in his ears!

"You are a thief, your whole family are thieves! What rubbish grass! (a plant)

Damn it, you can still talk, so just talk!

It tastes like the authentic old capital! Owen also exclaimed in authentic Beijing dialect.

"This is the door plant." Sprout sighed softly, and then walked up to Owen with uncontrollable joy, separating him from the strangely shaped magical plant.

In case this magical plant, which just arrived in the UK, accidentally escapes the water

"It was just transported from Daming."

Then, she shifted her gaze from the plants to Owen, and then said with a little warning: "It can judge which are human words and which are the sounds of wind and grass or animals through the sound. It can also tell whether the heart is good or bad, and who knows who Thoughts that are not good for others are born in your heart.”

"It doesn't make a sound on weekdays, but when someone with malicious intent passes by, it will make a sound."

"??? What is the Classic of Mountains and Seas? My Daming still has such things?"

In his ear, that guy was still calling him a thief.

Owen is like an eggplant beaten by frost, his eyes are full of absurdity, and he suddenly has a sense of sight~

Speaking of which, Shilok still has the blood of Zuowu!

Daming wouldn't really have the magical animals in the Book of Mountains and Seas, right?

What about Yinglong, Taohan, Bi Fang, Baize, Jingwei, Zhulong, Demon Demon and Demon?

Mom!

What rubbish Hogwarts, the old man will drop out of school immediately, and go back to my school in Daming!

At the beginning of school, don’t you give me an iron-eating beast?

Owen, who had already begun to play a small theater in his heart, was filled with grief and indignation on his realistic face. He complained bitterly, as if denouncing this unfair world: "You~ you deliberately searched for me from thousands of miles away in order to catch me. A strange species like this?"

"Yes!" Professor Sprout reached out and grabbed Owen's destiny by the back, just as he often grabbed Sherlock, grabbing him.

Then he got up, driving away and complaining again.

"You are not allowed to harm my treasures anymore, at least wait until after November, when the cabbage sprouts seeds."

"It's too late by then! Professor, I don't want to get zero marks for a certain class. My perfect studies must not be stained! Oh! You can give me another plant! Just one plant, just one plant! Huh huh Woo~" Owen, who was lifted up by Professor Sprout, struggled with his teeth and claws without any personal image.

"Humph~ Don't think about it. Once you kill this one, you will come back and ask for another one. Do you think I don't understand?" The professor was very determined.

"No~ I promise this is the last one! Just give me one! I swear, I swear on the honor of Harry's dog godfather! Please, please, please!!! "

If he hadn't been taken away now, Owen would have dared to "snap" in front of so many people on the spot, very quickly!Roll on the ground!

"Look at your current appearance, where there is the appearance of the student council president, they have seen it all!" The professor hated iron for steel, and at this time she had already thrown Owen out of the greenhouse.

"It's okay!" Owen squeezed his throat, jumping up and down, trying to rush in.

"They dare not spread the word."

"Yeah~"

After all, everyone present turned their heads and looked away in a tacit understanding.

Except for Hermione who looked disgusted, no one dared to look at him.

It was as if there were some exquisite murals on the wall, which attracted their eyes and couldn't help themselves.

"Look~"

"Okay, don't scare them anymore." Professor Sprout covered her forehead. There was really nothing she could do about this naughty, smart, and capable student. In the end, she could only use the ultimate weapon against the students.

"Recently, many new species have come in, magical plants that don't belong to the UK. I need an observer here~ If you can—"

"Goodbye!" Owen ran away in the next second.

What kind of observer, just lack of free labor, or the kind of hard work with a lot of responsibilities, a lot of work, and having to write observation diaries every day.

Only stupid college students, who are full of energy and have nowhere to vent, will run away.

He~hehe, I'm a mixed lab now!

Looking at Owen's quickly escaping back, Professor Sprout smiled, his face as warm as the sunshine shining on the ground after the rain.

this kid!

The professor shook his head, and then continued to talk with Wood and the others.

Time just went by.

Early the next morning.

Owen was awakened by the howling wind outside the window and the rumbling thunder in mid-air.

He just glanced out the window.

Just know not to get out of bed today.

Of course, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, so I still have to get up at six o’clock.

Hey!

Getting up from the bed, he walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes.

When he looked up, he saw that Cedric and the others had already dressed and were sitting quietly in front of the fireplace in the common room with their brooms in hand.

There was no light in the fireplace, and the whole common room was gloomy.

From time to time, the light of lightning shone in.

"Professor Sprout was persuaded by Snape?" He walked over with a sigh.

"Well." Cedric was worried, and he replied: "Professor Snape said that Gryffindor has been preparing for a month to deal with Slytherin. If it were us today, we would have a greater chance of winning." .”

"And Professor Sprout agreed?"

"Ok!"

Owen responded, and suddenly he had a new understanding of the professor's soft-eared nature. Yes, she was soft-spoken to everyone!

He didn't have much idea about Quidditch, anyway.

Winning or losing has nothing to do with him.

After breakfast, Owen and the others walked out of the castle in heavy raincoats.

The cold rain made him shiver, and Hannah and Susan beside him were also shivering.

But even this did not dampen their enthusiasm.

Judging by the look on his face, you could tell that Owen was forced to come here.

Hannah tugged him out of the lounge.

Along the way, he kept instilling the principles of Hufflepuff's honor, listening to Owen tirelessly. In the end, he could only compromise in exchange for Hannah not to talk about Hufflepuff's long history from 400 years ago.

The weather outside the castle was blustery and raining, but to watch the game the whole school turned out as usual, running across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, sitting in the wet stands with their heads bowed against the wind .

In Owen's view, it doesn't matter at all.

Is this revenge entertainment?

Because I have been depressed for a long time, once I have time to relax, do I eat, drink and have fun in revenge?

Owen even saw Professor Trelawney among the professors, and she actually came too.

Instead of staying in that warm classroom, making up prophecies that you're about to use?

Speaking of this old liar, her classic black dog death prophecy finally landed on Harry's head.

Under his constant PUA, Harry suffered from severe PTSD.

He really felt that he was walking with death, as if he would be led by a dog in the next second!

And Harry directly blamed all the blame on the innocent dementors.

For this reason, he frantically asked Professor Lu Ping to start a small problem this month.

I heard that he has been able to release a cloud of silver light from the Patronus Charm.

Progress can be described as heroic.

This incident tells us two facts. First: Professor Trelawney’s prophecy, most of the means of realizing it is to crazily perform long-term PUA on you. When you are suspicious and absent-minded all day long, accidents will naturally happen.

Second, people can indeed unleash certain potential in emergencies. For example, after he fought against the dementors on the train and the dementors attacked the train, the young wizards were particularly enthusiastic about learning the Patronus Charm.

Although not every little wizard can be as gifted as Harry and can cast a decent Patronus in just one month, many little wizards can do this if only the tip of the wand has a silver thread coming out.

Owen was dragged by Hannah, and reluctantly walked to the stands.

Justin had already taken a spot for them.

He waved his hand to indicate that he was there.

Facing the strong wind and rain, several people raised their eyes to look at the field, and the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams began to appear.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Irving could only vaguely see many people coming out of the locker room.

The wind and rain were severe.

so that it obscured his vision.

He couldn't see very far.

The cheers of the little wizards were all around his ears, which made Owen very frightened, because everyone around him was screaming blindly, as if he was the only one in the audience and couldn't see anything

What are you cheering for?

What else is there besides a few vague figures?

If I'm not blind, are you all just making up the game scenes in your head?

Then why don't you go to the dormitory to sleep?

The picture in the dream is still in 4K high definition!

Owen complained frantically from the bottom of his heart, until Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and the game officially started!

Blurred red and yellow figures sped across the field.

The cheers at the scene came one after another. He could neither see anyone nor hear Jordan's explanation.

In short, for him, the main focus of this competition is to look at oil paintings with [-] shortsightedness - his eyes are full of impressions!

Hey~ who gets the ball?have no idea!

Who attacks?do not know either!

Who's ahead?Sorry, I can't see the scoreboard clearly!

Red light and yellow light flickered back and forth in the black and gray ink on the scene, this is all Owen can see!

After 5 minutes, it doesn't matter how the game is going.

He is leaving!

The Heavenly King Laozi is here, and he is going back to the common room too!

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky.

Immediately, Owen stopped immediately.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu!

Better give him some noodles!

At the scene, Harry was having more and more difficulty controlling his broom.

It was too windy.

They were flying at high speed again, and every turn he had the illusion that he was being thrown out.

And the raindrops hit his goggles densely.If it is said that Irving watched the game entirely by brain, then he is playing the game entirely by imagination!

"Crack!" There was another thunder and lightning.

Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew with the first lightning.

Harry could only see the outline of Wood in the dense curtain of rain. Wood was gesturing to Harry to come down to the ground.

The whole team splashed down into the mud.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled at the players, "Come on, get down there—" ·