I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 249 It is also an option for the trio to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

Today's divination class.

Professor Trelawney first checked their homework one by one.Harry and Ron got high marks for their homework, which made them feel especially ridiculous.

She read aloud many parts of their prophecies, and praised them for their bravery in accepting the terrible things that were about to happen - but when she asked them to make predictions about the fate of the next month and the next month, they didn't think it was so funny up.

Neither of them could think of a new catastrophic event.

As for Owen, because he predicted that he would become the top Blue Star in the future, he only got a P score.

(Excellent - O)

(beyond expectations - E)

(Pass-A)

(Poor - P)

P.

He hadn't gotten that mark outside of Potions in all his time at school.

And normally, even Snape wouldn't give him a P out of conscience, and most of the time, he got A's in potions.

This made Owen very unhappy.

In this way, his prophecy is most likely to come true!

It is true that summer insects cannot speak ice, and well frogs cannot speak sea.

Then the course officially started.

Professor Trelawney first talked about a lot of methods for predicting the fate of planets.

It sounds reasonable.

In addition to Professor Trelawney, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest are also pursuers of this way.

According to the changes in the positions of the stars, Professor Trelawney could see that the days ahead of Harry would be full of hardships, very difficult, and that what Harry feared would indeed come, and sooner than he had imagined.

However——at first glance, it seems that these words are very suitable for him, but think about it carefully.It seems that it would make sense to put it on any of the little thorns present.

After all, their common enemy, Voldemort, would definitely not let them go.

So, the professor was simply scaring Harry.

After she babbled a lot, the little wizard spent the rest of the time filling out a complicated circular chart.

They have to fill it in with their planetary positions at birth, which is tedious work.

A lot of cumbersome time and angle calculations are required, and in the eyes of the little wizard, it is a waste of time.

In fact, Owen has always felt that Professor Trelawney's teaching method of scaring little wizards in class is stupid.

Why do you want to talk to death?

You should be like those muggle sticks, and say more ambiguous things.

Then combined with the little wizard's recent confusion. (It's very easy to know, just ask the deans of each academy, and you will know that it is almost the same.)

Then, combined with the vague words of the letter, God’s agent on earth can bless you in a matter of minutes.

"I know that you are the fortune teller, and you gave the prophecy that they defeated me!

Come on, I'll kill you a thousand times, it's not enough! ! ! "

To give the ordinary class a little fun.

Owen talked about an interesting thing.

In fact, in the original work, Owen wondered why Voldemort didn't directly ask the predicter of the prophecy for torture and questioning, instead of finding a prophecy ball.

But after contacting Professor Trelawney, he knew that no one with a fully developed brain would believe that this crazy guy was really a prophet.

Maybe Voldemort never thought that Dumbledore would play tricks with him, and Professor Trelawney was indeed too deceiving in appearance.

But that didn't stop him, Owen continued to scare her.

"From now until the end of time - I will kill you over and over again!" Owen continued to say with a hippie smile in a low tone.

the other side,

After hearing this, Professor Trelawney seemed to be seriously frightened.

She shivered, then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she was in a panic.After taking a few steps back, she accidentally bumped into Seamo's desk behind her in shock, and tore to pieces the planetary operation diagram he finally made.

"Oh! God! Professor, you tore up my homework, and I can't continue writing it." Seamus said jokingly, holding back the smile that was about to show on his face.

In fact, Seamus couldn't draw planetary diagrams at all.

On the parchment, he only drew a few strokes, and he didn't finish much at all.

"Ah!" Professor Trelawney got up from the ground.

He held Seamus, pulling him from his arm down his face and down to his hair.

Horror written all over his face: "I—I—No! I didn't."

She screamed, pinching her hands hard.

Seamus was screaming too, covering his hair with his hands.

It hurts!

Professor Trelawney was startled to hear screams coming from her side as well.

Immediately, she realized that she was trembling, and patted Seamo's head, but only twice, and then she withdrew her hand as if she was terrified.

"Tell Senior Tom about this, and see if he believes you!" Owen raised his eyebrows, leaning on the chair, and looked at what happened in front of him very leisurely.

"He's going to kill me, yes—he's going to kill me."

"No, on the contrary, the man I taught will definitely not hurt you. After all, he still has to listen to your prophecy to turn defeat into victory!" Owen laughed, his eyes blinking with a clear light.

Don't think he's joking, Voldemort will definitely take good care of Professor Trelawney, a precious talent like her will never be killed easily.

Right—it should be right!

Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney didn't listen to a word.

She hid behind the curtain in the classroom in horror, poked her head out, with huge oval eyes, and her innocent eyes passed over the classroom.

"Let's all go, get out of here, quick!"

She said sternly and angrily.

Her fluffy and messy hair made her look like a crazy lion.

The little wizards didn't dare to stay longer, they got up immediately, and rushed out of the sultry and crowded north tower as if fleeing.

"Professor!" Owen waved to Professor Trelawney.

"Go, get out of here!" She stepped out of the bed curtain and stood alone behind the armchair in the center of the classroom.

To her right was a cabinet.

The top of the cabinet is filled with all kinds of crystal balls.Further to the right, there is a taller cabinet full of various teapots.

But the cabinet closest to her didn't contain any magical items. In fact, there were all kinds of high-end red wine collected by Professor Trelawney.

"Probably, it will be another night of hangover." Someone followed the flow of people, turned around and smiled gracefully, and then disappeared step by step into the North Tower.

Hmph - this is the consequence of giving me a P for my summer homework!

The next class is Snape's Potions class.

In this class, he forced the little wizards to research a general antidote.The little wizards were not taking their guard lightly, as Professor Snape said he was going to poison one of them before Christmas to see if their cure worked.

Of course, Owen knew that Snape was just paying lip service.

If he dared to poison, the buddies would eat the cauldron on the spot.

However, this did not prevent him - he secretly recorded what Snape said.

It was an interesting spell, last term - Professor Trelawney taught him. (funny)

It was originally used to store prophecies.

Of course, there is no problem recording other sounds.

Humph, I will forward this voice message to Professor McGonagall in a moment and see how they will fight.

Owen pouted, and walked out of the potions classroom with a displeased face.

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The final lesson was Charms - Professor Flitwick asked them to read three more books in preparation for learning the Summoning Charms.

This will be the first new spell the young wizards will learn this term.

A few days later, Owen was having dinner in the auditorium and happened to meet Susan.

She and several other little Hufflepuff wizards got together and talked mysteriously.

This immediately attracted Owen's attention.

But it's not that Owen is very interested in the topics of these little girls-he just likes to hear secrets, especially those dark and dark secrets.

"I heard that there was an accident at Hannah's house." Susan lowered her head and whispered.

"What's wrong with her?" Owen leaned over and happened to hear this sentence.

"You don't know?" Susan Bones turned her head and looked at Owen in surprise.

Her chubby face was full of surprise, and her brown hair was pulled back in a single ponytail.

"It's her aunt."

"Aunt?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

He really didn't know.

Hannah hadn't told him about her family.

Sitting on the Hufflepuff bench with them, Owen frowned and looked at her.

"At the beginning of July, we just had our summer vacation." Susan quickly explained, "A crazy wizard broke into their house."

"Her mother and aunt were at home preparing breakfast at the time."

"And then?" Owen asked.

"Then?" Susan's eyes flickered with sadness, "That lunatic uttered the Killing Curse directly at her aunt, and her mother was also injured by the curse."

"What?" Hermione screamed after hearing the sound.

She had just returned from the library and when she walked into the Great Hall, she saw Owen gathering with a group of Hufflepuff girls.

So here she is.

"Her aunt died instantly." Susan glanced at Hermione and continued, "Her mother was greatly frightened."

Then he continued with lingering fear: "Hannah happened to rush back home, and she stopped the lunatic. But she was powerless to prevent her aunt's death.

The worst part was that the madman was still yelling about the law allowing the use of the Killing Curse, that he was innocent, and so on. "

"And then? What about that lunatic?" Owen's tone gradually turned cold.

He thought of himself first.

Was it because of him that Hannah was approached by her enemies?

Those bastards can only use this kind of low-handed means.

An inexplicable coolness drifted across the face of the young wizard present.

Hermione looked at the boy with concern.

"The Ministry of Magic sent people to arrest him. However, after a magical examination by the Ministry's therapist, the man suffered from severe mental trauma."

"???" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Is the Ministry of Magic correct?"

"He was tortured with the Cruciatus Curse," Susan added.

"Oh my god!" Hermione covered her mouth.It wasn't that long ago that Moody had shown them this magic in class.

And——she had personally seen Owen use that evil magic that would send chills down the spine even when he pronounced its name.

She remembered the dark wizard who was killed by Owen during the Battle of Hogsmeade, and the dark wizard who was with the werewolf.

She had seen with her own eyes what it would be like to be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.

"But—who would use this kind of spell on an ordinary wizard." Another little Hufflepuff wizard asked beside him.

"I don't know. No one knows." Susan said in a tone of secret rejoicing, "During that chaotic period, although we didn't feel the turmoil at Hogwarts, in fact." Her complexion Seriously, his tone was startled, and then he continued: "Actually—many little wizards' homes have been hit."

"Ernie Macmillan, Seamus from Gryffindor, and Cho Chang from Ravenclaw."

"Many people's homes have been attacked by other wizards."

"It's just that they're not that serious."

"But." Hermione asked anxiously.

Her parents are ordinary people and have not experienced this conflict with wizards.So she was completely unaware of it.

"Why would they? I mean, who would attack someone for no reason?"

Hermione was very angry, and the voice of her voice also subconsciously increased a little bit.

"This is what Dumbledore is worried about." Owen opened his mouth indifferently: "The law only guarantees a person's lowest living right, if this bottom line does not exist, then the darkest side of human nature will be completely exposed.

Can you imagine?

Maybe it was just an accidental dispute with someone in Diagon Alley, which would bring death threats to him. "

"But—" Hermione was still confused.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth.

Because she suddenly realized that not all wizarding families are as kind and harmonious as the Weasleys.

In this world, there are people who choose to pour a barrel of oil when the fire burns.

"Her aunt's death had a great impact on Hannah. I heard that she didn't go out for the entire month of July and stayed in her room." Susan continued, "Her mother was afraid that she would get sick, so I just took her to the World Cup."

Susan's words made Owen fall into memory.

Indeed, Hannah was a little weird during the World Cup.

She usually followed him every step of the way.

But during the World Cup, apart from participating in the fight with other academies, she never saw her again.

After thinking for a moment, Owen stood up.

He decided to go and talk to Hannah.

Don't be depressed, little girl.

He walked out of the auditorium quickly.

Hermione didn't follow, and she planned to ask Susan about what happened to other wizarding families.

Go down the spiral staircase.

Turn right at a landscape painting of autumn wheat harvest and enter a long and narrow corridor.

Then turn left again, and the corridor suddenly opens up.

It was a large area with various large wooden barrels.

Most of the barrels are filled with vinegar. You have to find the second barrel in the middle of the second row and tap the bottom of the barrel in the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff".

Immediately after a narrow passage that allows people to crawl in, a round, simple, low, welcoming, warm, and sunny Hufflepuff lounge opens out to you.

Hannah hadn't been out much during this time.She's in the lounge.

Owen saw her after class in the morning.

"What's the matter, why don't you go to eat?"

Hannah was sitting on the soft black sofa, looking at the letter in her hand in a daze.

When she noticed Owen approaching, her expression became flustered for a moment, and she quickly put away the letter in her hand.

Then she looked up at him, "It's all right."

"I'm not too hungry."

"I heard what happened in your family." Owen said bluntly.

He went straight to the armchair next to Hannah and sat down.

Don't expect comfort from him, the Dark Lord.

He never comforts people, he only easily solves those who need to be comforted.

"Hmm!" Hannah didn't show much surprise.

Whether it's about Owen knowing what happened in his home, or his direct attitude.

That's how he is, he's used to it.

"Don't be sad," Owen continued.

Straight Man of Steel is like that.

"I'm not sad." Hannah seemed to see that the boy in front of her was trying to comfort her.

She stuffed the letter in her pocket, "Aunt Ravelly doesn't have a good relationship with our family. She is addicted to a hallucinogenic potion, and it is said that people who drink that potion will see what they most want to see.

She spent all her money on raw materials for that potion. "

Outside the lounge, swaying green vegetables floated into the lounge through the windows decorated with yellow curtains, carrying the last fragrance of summer.

On the window sill, there were several interesting plants, a yellow trumpet-shaped magical plant that Owen had seen in the fountain in front of the courtyard, and it was singing.

The tune was melodious and melodious, like the ancient elegy from the years spoken by my mother.

"The debt collector found our house, and he had a dispute with Aunt Lovely."

"Hmm." Owen leaned back in the armchair, listening to the cheesy story.

You can also know what happened after thinking with your toes.

He doesn't care about that.

What he cares about is how this incident affects Hannah.

As for who died?Why dead people?Is the damned person dead or not?These are all out of his consideration.

"I happened to-"

Hannah wanted to continue talking, but Owen had already started shaking his fingers to signal her to stop, "I'm asking if you're okay."

"People died in front of you, you saw the Killing Curse kill your own aunt.

In your cranky head, what's going on these days, summer vacation.

Is it fear or regret?Is it anger or numbness? "

"Me?" Hannah lowered her head, "I don't know."

Seeing this, Owen didn't continue to ask any more questions.

He stood up and walked forward, placing his hands on her shoulders.

He said slowly in his extremely rare gentle tone: "Witnessing death is very painful."

Owen didn't open his mouth: said to be strong.

It is very stupid to speak to make people strong. You have never experienced the suffering of others, and you have never felt the same.

It just makes people strong, which is very cheap, very hypocritical, and disgusting.

"Very few people can really face it bravely."

"So no matter what you are thinking, I hope you can tell me and talk to me. Don't keep things in your heart."

"You can also choose not to share with me. I respect every choice you make."

Hannah looked up slightly.

In the brown eyes is an indescribable, inseparable bond that is unwilling to let go.

I do not know what to do!

——that was her best answer.