I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 169 The painful polar shift and then shift.

"...I think you're getting a little extreme."

"Heh - look at that textbook, the second paragraph on the first page of Chapter 3, is the sentence clear?"

"The professor before this, he didn't understand French. He didn't proofread, hiss~" The old headmaster was embarrassed, and he wanted to expose his easy-going attitude in the alchemy class!

Immediately, he quickly explained: "At that time, I also did not support this set of textbooks compiled by him. I suggested using Nick's manuscript."

"There's no need to say more." Wenda waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to listen any more. She had a half-smile expression on her face, cold and charming. Although her tone was not high, she wasn't like those hysterical lunatics. But it has a unique sense of majesty, commanding and aloof.

"There is still a week until the next class. You give me four days to reorganize a new version of the textbook."

"As for your precious students, this year's courses can only get P." After that, she raised the corner of her mouth, stepped on the floor with her high heels, made a steady and loud voice, then turned and left the principal's office.

"Alas." The old principal lowered his head and looked at the textbook in his hand, feeling a trace of pity for the little wizards in his heart.

When he was in school, the book originally had more than 300 pages.

All translated in the Egyptian "Jade Record".

Of course, [-] pages is absolutely impossible to fully translate that masterpiece of alchemy.

What they actually see is nothing more than a directory-like section.

Later, after he met Nick, the translation manuscript of "Jade Record" that Nick gave him was written on parchment and piled on the ground to a height of about 9 feet (2.7 meters).

Just translating the whole manuscript into French has more than 600 pages. This is still a version that does not explain the derivation process of many formulas in detail. More than 300 pages. (About thirteen centimeters thick)

Enough to use as a pillow.

This workload is indeed a bit heavy.

He obviously doesn't have the time himself

Hmmm - looks like he'll have to find someone who knows French, knows something about alchemy, and has a lot of spare time.

oh~~~

In a daze, a boy with gray eyes and black hair who was serving as the president of the Hogwarts Student Union appeared in his mind.

Coincidentally, this is not~~~ There was a smile on the face of the old headmaster.

Mmmm - that's kind of a workout - isn't it?

If you can complete the translation of that masterpiece, no matter what, the child will step into a whole new level in alchemy. This is a different kind of class!

----

On the other side, Owen, who was discussing the Patronus Charm with Percy, didn't have a premonition of the imminent disaster.

After finishing the class in a hurry, he fled the alchemy classroom without stopping.

Those seniors can annoy him to death, asking him how to release the complete physical body patron saint Balabala.

He wasn't as patient as Harry.

If you can't learn it, it can only show that you are stupid.

If you are about to graduate and still can't learn the Patronus Charm, then don't learn it, just poke your wand and become a Muggle!

If you don't have a girlfriend after graduation, then don't look for it.Straightforward to wear women's clothes to benefit the society!

troublesome.

----

And apart from Percy's obsession with the Patronus Charm, the rest of Gryffindor was not normal either.

The first one is Ron. This guy has secretly started to investigate who stole his spotted mouse. First of all, he suspects Owen. There is no way. Sherlock seems to be very interested in the dead mouse. Interested, I wanted to eat it several times, but unfortunately, the mouse was changed by a human being after all. As far as IQ is concerned, the kitten is still slightly insufficient, so I never caught it.

But Ron didn't care about that, he felt that Sirocco had eaten his Scabbers.

In the end, it was Owen himself who came out to care about him, and then this guy burst into tears and said that the murderer was actually someone else, and he never doubted Sherlock, and other touching words.

The second is Hermione-although she seems to have given up on the research of her thesis on the surface, she is secretly reading textbooks on alchemy crazily.

This crazy little witch is flying into the air.

It was also after Harry was injured that Owen learned from Madam Pomfrey that the raw materials for the refreshing potion she prepared every winter were much less.

As Owen, who also drank the refreshing potion as happy water, he immediately smelled quite a strong refreshing potion from Hermione.

The little witch bought herself a Muggle thermos cup?

Put it in your pocket every day, and take a sip when you have nothing to do.

Fortunately, this is the third grade, otherwise Owen would have thought it was Barty Crouch Jr. who got in.

The last one is, of course, our savior, Mr. Harry Potter!

Owen has always felt that this guy should not be discharged from the hospital, he should be transferred from the Hogwarts infirmary to Arkham Mental Hospital.

After getting up from the hospital bed, this guy kept talking. When he was falling from the sky, he vaguely saw a big black dog.

What black dog prophecy, what Professor Trelawney's prophecy came true, and other nonsense.

Suspicious to the point of madness.

Moreover, he believed in the words of that old lunatic Trelawney so deeply that he almost lived in a divination classroom with a crystal ball in his arms.

Hermione quarreled with him for this.

Friendly reminder: Because a crazy little witch attacked the Minister of Magic at night last semester, she did not apply for a time converter this year.

But Hermione still had to choose a few more electives than normal little wizards.

Ancient Runes, Fantastic Beasts, Divination, Arithmancy and Divination lessons.

Full four doors

Although she had given up Muggle studies, the timetable was still abnormal.

Divination and Arithmancy were repeated during school hours.

Hermione's solution was to go to the door every other week.For the missing section, go to other elective little wizards to borrow notes!

Of course, this situation did not last long, because Hermione discovered the essence of Professor Trelawney as an old liar after only one class. curriculum.

That's why she and Harry, a devout believer, had such a big conflict.

One just thinks it's a liar, the other believes it!

It would be strange not to fight.

This was nothing to do with Owen, but Hermione came to him several times and asked him to save Harry's (Owen's privately added adjective) rotten and fanatical mind.

Uneasy, he could only sneak Harry out of Professor Trelawney's office on the day before Halloween (because of the holiday).

"In the name of Mei Sheng, Mei Father, and Mei Zi, forgive you, stupid mortal. May the brainless and idiots stay away from you, Meimen!" Owen grabbed Harry's forehead with one hand, and then dragged, dragging him, all the way from Drag it to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor.

"Go in and repent! Sinner, Master Miaomiao will forgive you for betraying my Lord!"

"No, Owen, you don't understand at all, Professor Trelawney, she—she can see the future." Harry stood tangled in front of Professor McGonagall's office door, with an indelible piety on his face. Professor Lilawney also predicted that he would encounter danger around Christmas, life and death.

He must improve his dueling skills as soon as possible.

Hope this time we can get through the crisis safely.

"I can also see the future!" Owen said with disdain.

"I tell you, I predict that if you go on like this, Professor McGonagall will find a chance to beat you up!"

"You didn't come to the divination class, so you haven't seen it! Many of her predictions have come true. Think about Ron, if his mice are also considered family members, then Trelawney's predictions for their family will be It's fair to say that one person leaves forever." Harry struggled, trying to break away from Owen's hand, he didn't want to see Professor McGonagall!

Teacher Miao will definitely let him stay!

Then punished for copying textbooks!

"She's omniscient! Owen, you'd better show her some respect, otherwise if she doesn't tell you about the dangers you will encounter in the future, you won't be able to avoid them in advance!"

"Fart!" Owen reprimanded, and then pushed open Teacher Meow's office door, "The last one who claimed to be omniscient, his son has been hung on the cross for 2000 years, and he is still staring at you every day!"

"."

On the other side, Professor McGonagall, who opened the door, of course heard Owen's noisy voice.

Her face, frowning, loosened a little, but soon came back together again.

This is a small study room on the side of the corridor on the second floor, and the fire in the fireplace is already burning.

A table with a window behind it looking out onto the Quidditch pitch.

"Quick! Teacher Meow, your family's savior is joining the church!"

Owen lowered his head and grabbed Harry with both hands.

As for Harry, he clutched the door frame with both hands, unwilling to come in.

"What are you talking about! Owen!" Professor McGonagall is used to the strange names this unlucky child calls her!

At first, she would deduct points angrily, but this brat just won't change after repeated admonitions.

And he didn't just make up nicknames for himself.

What about the old bat who doesn’t wash his hair, the old bee who hires child labor without being paid, etc.

The entire Hogwarts staff, except for Professor Sprout, there is nothing he dares to arrange!

Thinking about it this way, Professor McGonagall felt a little more at ease. After all, compared to her title, the other professors are not very good words!

"Of course he joined Professor Trelawney's secret sect. This guy is already obsessed. He runs to the divination classroom every day, and he loses all the cards of the savior!"

Taking advantage of Harry's focus on the door frame, Owen raised his foot and it was a sweeping leg. Harry, whose center of gravity was unstable, immediately staggered and let go of his hands, trying to support his body with both hands.

At this time, he pulled again violently, and the little thing immediately rolled into the office.

"You have to punish him!" Owen said with an evil smile, "Yes! Let him copy the books! Copy all the books in the library!"

Whoa quack! ! !

Owen, who almost showed an evil smile, quickly gritted his teeth and forcefully stopped the corners of his mouth that were about to rise.

Only then did he realize that there was another person in Professor McGonagall's office.

Dark green close-fitting robe, leather boots, and a wizard hat on top of the head, the whole person is full of French romantic elegance.

Wenda Rozier.

Such a coincidence, Owen raised his eyebrows, what is she doing in Professor McGonagall's office?

The women behind the two big white/dark lords exchange ideas?

"Harry." Professor McGonagall's serious voice made Harry's little body tremble.

Yes, the professor had known for a long time that the young wizard of his own college was fascinated by the old liar.

The reason why she didn't come was dealt with.

It's just because she is too busy. The Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, and the British wizarding world are in chaos recently, and she is extremely busy.

I heard that there is a huge disaster in the wizarding world.

The undead spread across the continent of Europe.

Dumbledore left the school several times and went to Azkaban and other places where dead people appeared to conduct on-the-spot investigations.

What happened in those places, no one knows.

And the group of escaped black wizards.

Some were difficult to deal with, and the Aurors needed the old Headmaster's help.

As for some who may have escaped from the UK, he, the president of the federation, has to take responsibility even more.

Although the International Federation of Wizards has been in decline since the failure of Grindelwald.They no longer have the strength to challenge a country's Ministry of Magic, but as an international organization, its role in connecting wizarding countries around the world has not diminished much.

In October alone, the federation issued more than a dozen international arrest warrants for 'dangerous dark wizards'.

These naturally require Dumbledore to coordinate.

There are even some secret matters that he needs to deal with personally.

Kingsley was frequently at Hogwarts these days, and they were all preparing for that event.

The net has been cast down, and it depends on how many fish are hooked.

As for Hogwarts and the surrounding Hogsmeade village, their safety and daily affairs all fell on the shoulders of Professor McGonagall.

So, can she not be tired?

As for her relationship with Professor Trelawney.

Hehe - looking at the results of Hermione getting along with Professor Trelawney, one can see how this extremely smart, strict and upright professor could like that charlatan.

"Professor, I was wrong!" Regardless of whether I was wrong or not, it is always right to admit it first!

Harry had a deep understanding. As Snape's key caretaker, he knew that the more he talked back, the more trouble he would cause.

"Okay~ Don't put all your energy in those illusory places." Professor McGonagall was rarely angry, but sighed softly.

This made Owen's evil smile stagnate.

Uh-huh?

What do you mean?

Just protect the savior, right?

Just hit me hard, right?

Professor Meow!I misread you!

Professor McGonagall stared at the two unlucky children in front of her with a headache.

Today is the busiest and most dangerous time for Hogwarts.

She doesn't want to spend all her energy on those boring things.

Besides, the professor unobtrusively glanced at Wenda beside him, she still had the job of monitoring the former Dark Lord's assistant!

Thinking, Teacher Meow, and then turned his attention to Owen, "Albus needs you to do something, Owen."

"Eh? Why did it fall on my head?"

"What's the matter?" Owen asked in a low voice, suddenly he had a bad feeling.

"Translate the works of Nicolas." Wenda took Professor McGonagall's words and said softly.

"I'll write the lesson plan? You are the professor!" Owen immediately straightened up, took a step back, and roared angrily.

Oh my god!

You are so lazy!

Let me do everything!

Is Dumbledore paying me a salary?

In the past, when you were the secretary to the CEO of your last company, you took care of everything personally and worked hard. Why did you become so lazy after changing jobs?

You won't be poisoned by the capitalists of the old bee!

Do you think about whoring labor for free every day?

Owen's eyes immediately became wary and questioning when he looked at Wenda. ヘ(￣w￣ヘ) Get away from the poison of capitalism and stay away from our classless class!

"Six Galleons in one chapter." She said flatly.

"Hey, from what you said, I mainly like to share the work with professors. What kind of books do you want?" Owen immediately put on another face, rubbed his hands, smiled shyly, and wore a pair of big gray eyes. Eyes flickering.

""Ancient Alchemy Decrypted""

"Oh, it turns out it's this book. I've seen it, I remember-" Suddenly Owen's voice stopped abruptly, as if a line had been broken.

Then, he said to Wenda with a terrified expression and an unbelievable tone: "That book—it seems to have more than 300 pages."

"Ok!"

"More than 130 million words"

"Ok!"

"There are more than 100 pages of illustrations alone, including some original pictures of Egypt's "Jade Records."

"Ok!"

"Where did I offend you? Professor! You asked me to translate this! 130 million words, this novel may not be able to write 130 million words! Are you crazy or I am crazy!" Owen cried out sadly, and immediately Shouting: "I want to find Professor Spratt, I want to find Principal Dumbledore! I have made meritorious service to the school, and I have worked hard for the school! Why do they treat me like this!!!"

Regarding Owen's yelling, the two professors didn't show any emotional changes on their faces, as if someone was performing a one-man show.

After howling bitterly for a while, and finally realizing that no one was paying attention to him, Owen decisively stopped his voice.

"Finished howling? Go back when you're done!" Professor McGonagall waved his hand and said the same to Harry.

"The materials will be delivered by owls today, please remember to sign for them."

After all, Harry turned his head as if he had been reborn and dragged Owen to trot out of Professor McGonagall's office.

His face was full of joy. Who would have thought that it would only last 5 minutes?

It's reversed two levels.

On the way, his footsteps became much lighter, and he was beaming.

Irving's back teeth were almost broken when he looked at it.

Very happy, right?

Ha ha.

"Harry!" Owen showed an evil smile, put his arms around Harry's neck, and leaned on him and said, "Have you heard of a song?"

"What song!" Harry instinctively wanted to run away, but it was a pity that Owen grabbed his shoulder, making it impossible for him to escape.

""In the Name of the Godfather", the benevolent godfather has fallen into the kingdom of sin, no one can say no one can say, it is hard to bear, behind the glory is engraved a lonely

The mottled family coat of arms was wiped all night, the lonely brilliance, the feeling that I didn’t understand, the candlelight kept shaking, the owl was on the window lattice, looking into the distance”

"What godfather?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, and immediately remembered who Owen was talking about, Black, the murderer.

Voldemort's loyal lackey?

"Sirius Black?"

"Oh! My dear Harry, you don't even want to call him godfather." Owen said loudly.

"What exactly do you want to say?" The smile on Harry's face seemed to have been wiped away by an eraser. He knew that Owen was about to tell the truth he wanted to know most.

"Your father, Sirius, and Professor Lupine, and ... are best friends, you know? Just like you and Ron Hermione, they were inseparable during school."

The two walked together in the corridor on the second floor, and Owen quietly performed his pain transfer method.

"Later, Professor Trelawney, that old liar you admired, made a prophecy describing Voldemort's downfall."

"A child born at the end of July will become the savior. He will finally defeat Voldemort. By the way, Harry, when is your birthday?" Owen raised his eyebrows and asked in a teasing tone.

Of course he knew about Harry's birthday, and he gave Harry a birthday present.

Harry didn't speak, he probably guessed something.

Because of that prophecy, Voldemort thought the child was him.

"I guess you have already guessed it, right! That's right, there are only two unborn children in July, one is you, the other is your roommate, Neville Longbottom, Voldemort chose you, your parents were He killed, the Death Eaters chose Neville, and tortured his parents insane."

He spoke the cruel truth in a frivolous tone.

"Back then, your parents knew about this prophecy. In order to protect them, Dumbledore used the Fidelity Curse to hide the Pot family's ancestral home."

"Do you know the Fidelity Curse? An extremely complicated spell that uses magic to hide someone's secret forever in the soul of a living person. That person is the so-called Secret Keeper!"

"I know, Hermione's extracurricular books have introduced this spell, and she has shown it off." Harry's body trembled slightly, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were dull. He had already guessed the truth.

"Ho Ho, then who do you think will be the secret keeper chosen by your father?"

"Sirius Black!"

"Hmm!" Owen didn't admit it, but just snorted softly.

But to Harry's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue!

Blake killed his parents!

And the source of all this turned out to be Professor Trelawney!

He foolishly followed the enemy who killed his parents every day.

Harry's face turned blue and pale for a while, and his whole body seemed to be a powder keg that had been ignited.

But an invisible force restrained him, the gunpowder barrel could not explode, but it could not be extinguished either. The feeling of oppression, the anger but powerlessness, the absurd and shameful emotions almost swallowed his soul.

"Oh ho ho ho~~~" Owen let go of his hand.

By this time they had arrived at the spiral staircase.

One is going up and the other is going down.

"Good night and sweet dreams~~~"

After that, Owen turned his head and walked down, his legs and feet limped and disappeared on the stairs.

As for Harry, he seemed to have lost his soul, in a daze, and walked upstairs mechanically.